Chapter 29: The Depth of Love! Forever Lost My Love
Chapter 29: The Depth of Love! Forever Lost My Love
“You cannot kill me.” Wuque faced the sharp, terrifying teeth, still calm and composed.
“Why?” The Great Demon Xiang Wentian said, “In this life, I only have arrogance. Nothing else remains—conscience, shame, morals, and so on, I have none. What couldn’t I do? Nothing can stop me from killing you, nothing can stop me from devouring you, hahahaha…”
Wuque said slowly, “Your wife cheated on you, your son is not your own, but you investigated for over a decade, killed countless people, and still couldn’t find the man who cuckolded you, right? If you don’t solve this mystery, if you don’t find that adulterer, you probably won’t rest in peace? This is your greatest obsession, isn’t it?”
Upon hearing this, Xiang Wentian froze.
His whole person seemed as if struck by lightning!
He… he wasn’t originally like this.
He was also a genius of the Scholarium, radiant and with a promising future.
He also had a wife, beautiful and gentle, their love unparalleled.
Yet, it was this very beautiful and gentle wife, the one he treasured like a jewel, who betrayed him and cuckolded him.
Instantly, Xiang Wentian, the proud son of heaven, crumbled. His world collapsed.
He began to fall, sliding into darkness.
Ultimately, he became the Great Demon hunted by the Scholarium.
He personally killed his wife, killed that son who wasn’t his own, but the greatest enemy remained unfound.
He spent a full half of his lifetime searching for that adulterer, wanting to tear him to pieces.
But he never found him.
In this life, he would not rest in peace.
Therefore, Wuque’s words instantly struck the fatal spot in his heart.
“You, you know?” Xiang Wentian said hoarsely.
“Of course.”
“Who? Tell me, tell me!” Xiang Wentian said, “Who is the adulterer?”
“Your mentor, Mi Daoyuan!” Wuque said.
“No, impossible!” Xiang Wentian roared, “Absolutely impossible. You’re just making things up. I know Wen Daozi and Mi Daoyuan are fighting to the death, so you want to shift the blame, just randomly fabricating a name.”
Wuque said slowly, “Mi Daoyuan was your teacher, and your benefactor. You were originally of common birth. He discovered your genius, took you as his disciple, and changed your fate. On the Mid-Autumn Festival twenty-five years ago, you and your wife entertained your mentor Mi Daoyuan at home. Midway, you got drunk and lost consciousness. Your mentor Mi Daoyuan forcibly violated your beautiful wife and warned your wife that if she dared leak this, he would kill you. So, your wife would rather die than reveal this secret, refusing to say his name.”
Instantly, Xiang Wentian trembled all over and roared, “Impossible, impossible, you’re talking nonsense, you’re talking nonsense…”
“That child, you loved him dearly, raised him until he was five. But after discovering he was not your biological son, you first went to force your wife to tell who the adulterer was. Your wife would rather die than say, so you struck and killed your wife with a palm. Then you took a knife to kill the child. He was sleepy in the covers, saw you and called out ‘Dad,’ opening his arms for you to hold him. You swung the knife down, cutting off the child’s left arm. The child wailed, opening his other right arm to ask you to hold him. You couldn’t bear to strike again, so you picked him up and threw him by the roadside. It was bitterly cold then; you wanted him to freeze to death outside.”
“But that child did not die. He was picked up by someone and lived until five years ago. I was the one who prepared his body for burial.”
Xiang Wentian roared, “Impossible, impossible, you’re lying, you’re lying…”
Wuque said slowly, “Your son’s favorite story was Li Biao Fights the Tiger. His favorite song was Mother Eats Fruit. Scratching the sole of his left foot didn’t itch at all, but lightly touching the sole of his right foot made him itch…”
“Stop, stop talking…” Xiang Wentian bellowed, his mouth bleeding, his eye sockets cracked and bleeding.
Next, he broke into loud sobs.
Wuque said slowly, “Your wife remained beautiful, pure, and unwaveringly loyal. The reason she didn’t name the so-called adulterer was to protect your life. She loved you unchangingly all along. Your son, though he didn’t share your blood… in his heart, you were his only father.”
“Don’t say anymore, please don’t say anymore…” Wentian lay on the ground, convulsing desperately.
His world collapsed once more, then coalesced again.
But his former beautiful everything seemed to return.
His wife did not betray him; his worldview was not overturned.
His lifetime was not wasted.
The emotions he gave, the love he gave, were worth it.
The inner world he maintained had finally not truly been destroyed.
No… part of it still collapsed. Mi Daoyuan, that hypocritical fake gentleman, his mentor, was an animal!
An animal worse than pigs and dogs.
For a good while, Wentian gradually calmed down.
“Your name is Wuque, right?”
Wuque nodded.
“I, how did my child die?” Wentian asked, trembling.
Wuque said, “A lung disease.”
Wentian again wept bitterly, trembling, “It’s my fault, my fault, for throwing him outside in the bitter cold back then.”
Then he asked, “Then… then when he was alive, did he live well?”
Wuque said, “I don’t know how to say it. He never married. He was a very exceptional painter, who frequented brothels, had countless female confidantes, but left no offspring. But he lived rather freely and unrestrained in this lifetime.”
Wentian said hoarsely, “That’s good, that’s good. To live one day freely is better than being mediocre and poor for a lifetime.”
Then Wentian said, “Promise me one request.”
Wuque said, “Tearing Mi Daoyuan to pieces. Even if you don’t say it, I will do it.”
“Good, good, good…” Wentian said, “In this life, I can’t leave this cage for half a step, nor can I take revenge personally. But if my disciple can kill him, this life would not have been in vain. It’s just pitiful my pure Mian Mei, pitiful my child…”
“Mi Daoyuan, you ruined me, you ruined me…”
“You animal, may you die a wretched death, may you die a wretched death…”
Xiang Wentian quieted down again, saying slowly, “The world thinks I destroyed the ‘Star-Draining Art’ scroll, but it never happened, hahahaha… It’s just that they would never find where the ‘Star-Draining Art’ is. I originally intended to take it to my grave.”
With that, he stretched out his hand, his claws like hooks, and tore open his own chest, directly pulling out one of his ribs.
This… this was actually not a rib, but a scroll.
This… this was the ‘Star-Draining Art.’
This madman had removed one of his ribs and hidden the scroll inside.
No wonder many people searched countless places and could never find this supremely precious scroll.
“Here!” Wentian handed the scroll to Wuque.
This was the ‘Star-Draining Art,’ one of the top secret manuals of the Dark Academy, a priceless treasure.
But after Wuque took it, he casually placed it on the ground, took out needle and thread, and began sewing up Wentian’s wound.
This scene warmed Wentian’s heart.
This child Wuque’s first concern was my injury, not this invaluable secret manual.
“Were you and my child close?” Wentian couldn’t help but ask.
“I don’t know how to say it,” Wuque said. “We often drank together, slept together in graves. But there were plenty of messy things too. He was very talented; I am handsome. So in the brothels, more women liked me, and he was annoyed by that.”
“Hahahaha…” Wentian said, “That’s truly life-and-death friendship. The friendship between you two reminds me of my only good friend. His name was Wang Lianhua. He was the only person in this world I trusted because he could entrust his life to me. Our friendship was tested through life and death.”
“At the time, if he had just handed me over, he could have gained immense wealth and power, but he didn’t. He got his legs broken alive. From that moment on, I regarded him as a brother.”
Soon, the Great Demon Wentian’s wound was stitched up.
“Alright, don’t waste time. Begin learning the ‘Star-Draining Art,'” Wentian said. “First, this is a top secret manual of the Dark Academy. It requires the highest level of innate talent, the highest level of spiritual vein aptitude to learn. Otherwise, you will go mad, and your body will explode.”
“When this manual was seen, there were several hundred people. So most who wanted to learn this manual died; a few were crippled, and another part turned into idiots.”
“My talent back then was absolutely one in a hundred thousand, a true genius!”
“I spent a full three years back then to learn this ‘Star-Draining Art,’ and I figured it all out myself,” Wentian said. “With my guidance, you can save a lot of time. Even if you are a genius, we’d better finish learning this Star-Draining Art within two years, because whether I will still be alive two years from now is unknown.”
“Open the ‘Star-Draining Art’ scroll,” Xiang Wentian said.
Wuque slowly unrolled this scroll, then fell silent.
“What’s wrong?” Xiang Wentian asked.
Wuque fully opened the entire scroll and said, “Senior, this scroll is blank.”
Xiang Wentian exclaimed, “No, impossible!”
With that, he snatched the scroll and looked it over and over.
Indeed…
It was completely blank.
Instantly, Xiang Wentian almost went mad.
Impossible, absolutely impossible.
He remembered clearly that he had hidden the scroll inside his rib and had never opened it since.
Why was it gone?
Why was it replaced?
What exactly happened?
“Ah… ah… ah…”
Xiang Wentian instantly lost all reason; the whole person fell into madness.
He clearly had nothing left; the only thing remaining was the ‘Star-Draining Art’ scroll. Why was even this top secret manual gone now?
Then, he fiercely tore this blank scroll to shreds.
The fragments scattered and fell.
Wuque’s only hope seemed to shatter right there.
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