I Love Destroying Worlds' Plot [BL]

Chapter 834 - 834 14.110 Last Violet Star - (Past) Old Emperor

As soon as Bai Wuan noticed the Demonic Cultivator spreading the resentment qi, he took a step back. Even if it wasn’t entirely effective against him, he needs to demonstrate some vulnerability or he will be viewed as a true monster if unharmed.

Inflicted by resentment qi, members of the royal guards had behaved like mindless creatures and were roaming around like undead corpses. They could only obey the person who had created them in this way. The Xie Clan’s Demonic Cultivator observes this situation with frigid eyes. He seems to have become accustomed to and desensitized to this ghastly scene. His ears were filled with many voices that would alternate between male and female voices, as well as those of children and the elderly. Even then he could retain his sanity at a certain level.

Regardless of whether he was eating, sleeping, or relaxing, the voices in his head would constantly talk to him. They would never stop speaking to him in his head. These are voices of death-related resentment. Speck of sorrows the deceased left behind. Much worse than inner demons. As these voices continue to whisper in one’s ear, until one may become insane.

True Demonic Cultivators are the only ones who carry this curse. The more they can withstand while maintaining their sanity, the more resilient they become. The drawback is that the others that wish to get along with them are all fools, and they all view death as redemption. They view death as a means of achieving eternal rest.

Anyone who wants power, especially for evil purposes like obtaining revenge or murdering, might utilize resentment Qi. Compared to regular cultivation, it doesn’t require talent. The only drawback is that the user must endure unending voices filled with hostility. It wouldn’t be shocking if someone ended up going mad unless they had a strong will.

Demonic cultivators often lose their minds. The only people who might be considered true Demonic Cultivators were those who refrained from the temptation of resentment. The one that is currently in front of Bai Wuan is a real one. If Bai Wuan is asked who is stronger—the sect ancestor of the Xie Clan or this demonic cultivator—he replies, “Neither.” But to keep his facade, he would undoubtedly go with option 1.

The first is a typical psychopath, whereas the second is a deranged lunatic.

Of course! One with a strong will is more challenging to defeat than the latter. Bai Wuan saw the Demonic Cultivator in front of him and saw him use a harp to control his puppet.

.....

Harmonica music reverberates throughout the main palace, and those royal guards—who had previously been moving like undead corpses—quickly began assaulting Bai Wuan. Bai Wuan maintained his composure and neutral demeanor while being encircled on all sides. In a moment, all of the royal guards were encased in ice as he pierced the earth with his sword.

The Demonic Cultivator of the Xie Clan was astounded by this spectacle. He had never before seen someone who had such a broad range of crowd control abilities. Additionally, the connection his puppets had with him was broken the second they were trapped in ice.

“Heaven is unjust, you are so strong at such a young age, and your cultivation is even greater than mine. But this old man doesn’t think I can’t kill you.”

All of the resentment qi he had dispersed around him had been drawn back to his body. His cultivation had briefly risen significantly as a result of using the method of burning his blood and vitality. When he used resentful qi to boost himself, his cultivation, which was just Mid Golden Core at the time, suddenly accelerated and reached Early Nascent Soul Stage.

Everyone in the area was subject to the influence of his aura, but Bai Wuan secretly guarded the mortals in the main palace, even those within the home.

Bai Wuan acted scared for a moment but didn’t forget to taunt the demonic

“So what if you increase your strength!? If you don’t catch me then it’s useless! Hahaha~” said Bai Wuan as he fled.

“You damn brat! Stay for this old man!”

He sent Wen Hong a message to take care of the remainder before departing. The Demonic Cultivator of the Xie Clan pursued Bai Wuan in rage. Wen Hong and Cao Jun were present, but he did not even acknowledge them. The ice holding the royal guards captive dissolved the instant the two cultivators left.

They just experience a slight headache and some coldness from being encased in ice for a considerable length of time since the injected Resentment qi was sucked away by that Demonic Cultivator.

“Brother, would that young man be okay? I don’t know how powerful that Demonic Cultivator had grown recently, but it’s clear that he is more powerful than the Ice Demon,” Cao Junya implored.

“Don’t worry. The direction he runs for is where his Dao Companion is stationed. They should be alright with the help of the reinforcements from the Great Sects. Help me check those royal guards. I need to help my brother first,” said Wen Hong.

Cao Junya nodded his head and said, “Thank you, brother. What about that Crown Prince?”

“Capture him! Don’t let him escape,” said Wen Hong before heading inside the main palace to look for his elder brother.

He dodges reflexively when a shadow pounces on him as soon as he enters the room. He discovered who had assaulted him when he noticed the old eunuch was covered in scrapes and cuts. He was obviously severely battered.

“Grandpa Ki, why do you look like this?” Wen Hong shouts out and promptly assists the elderly man in standing up and supporting him to a chair.

The Old Eunuch said, “Little Prince? Your Highness! Thankfully, you are returned! His Majesty had fallen into a coma owing to fury! I...”

The former little prince, Wen Hong, “Grandpa Ki, please take these pills. It would heal your wounds. Thankfully, there aren’t any internal injuries.”

“I will check on my brother right now. I hope the Pills Daoist Bai gave us would be useful.”

When he got close to the enormous bed in the middle of the room, he noticed his older brother’s frail physique. He appeared to be no different from a corpse. Skin as pale as the dead. As though he were comprised of skin and bones, flesh lined his bones. Heart beats very slowly and barely. His eyes are shut yet somewhat sunken. Wen Hong shook at the sight. He never anticipated this transformation of his prideful older brother.

While still behind him, the Old Eunuch saw his response and assisted the Old Emperor by covering his body with a blanket.

“Is his highness surprised at his Majesty’s state? He became like this last year, and his chronic illness had worsened when it attacked him that night. It was just a simple cough at first, and the doctor said it can be cured, but as the week passes his Majesty’s body becomes weaker as if something inside him was slowly eating him alive,” the vassal said.

“His majesty could no longer stop them as they even took over the Imperial court. This servant could hardly protect his majesty. It was this year that he could no longer leave the bed and... tried to find a suitable person to seat on the throne. Sadly... The royal descendants showed cruelty and started killing their siblings.”

Wen Hong clutched the frail hands of his older brother. It felt so delicate that he was unable to even apply force to it with his hands.

“Xiao Hong has returned, Elder brother.”

Sadly, the guy on the bed wasn’t even able to respond to him. Such a scene devastated his heart. Only then did Wen Hong recall the mysterious pill that Bai Wuan had given him.

Wen Hong said, “Grandpa Ki, prepare a cup of water and help me prop up my elder brother.”

“Yes, your highness...” said the Old Eunuch.

After the old emperor had been propped up so that he could sit down, Wen Hong placed the pill in his brother’s mouth and used water to coerce him into drinking it. Because he believed that the little prince would never hurt his master, the Old Eunuch didn’t inquire as to what type of medicine it was.

Two people keep an eye on the Old Emperor as they wait for the drug to take effect. Under their observation, the Old Emperor underwent enormous changes. His body had been repaired to a healthy state, his flesh had reverted to its usual proportions, and even his complexion had improved. His white hair changed back to crimson, its original hue.

The spectacle completely astonished and pleased Wen Hong and the Old Eunuch.

“Your highness, what type of pill did you feed the Emperor? It’s too powerful,” the Old Eunuch questioned.

Wen Hong shouts out, “Elder brother! Elder brother! Ah... He is waking up! I... I don’t know. The pill was provided to me by a cultivator from the Bai Lengshui Sect. He stated it would assist in momentarily revitalizing one who ate it. I didn’t even anticipate the impact to be this excellent.”

The ailing Emperor cautiously opened his eyes to see his younger brother and devoted servant’s tearful expressions. When they finally saw him awake, they were ecstatic.

Wen Hong, “Elder brother!”

“Your Majesty!!” calls the Old Eunuch with his hand clasped in prayer.

Cough!

The Emperor hoarsely asked, “W~ater~”

“Here. Please drink slowly,” said Wen Hing as he held his elder brother to satiate his thirst.

The Emperor says, “Thanks for the hard work, Xiao Ki.”

“No... No... It’s this servant’s duty... Your majesty, this old servant is very happy to see you healthy,” said the Old Eunuch.

The Old Emperor said, “Xiao Hong, I’m glad to see you back. Brother thought I may be able to wait for your return. That unfaithful son of mine! He dares to join forces with an evil clan like Xie! He even brought a demonic cultivator here. Xiao Hong, did you fight that evil person?”

In response, Wen Hong says, “Actually, elder brother... Because the Xie Clan got involved, I’ve asked for help from some cultivators from the Great Sect. Fortunately, on the way back to the Palace, we bumped into a pair of cultivators from both Lan Zhuayun Sect and Bai Lengshui Sect who came to the capital and looked into the rumors about Xie Clan’s involvement in the Royal Family.”

“They discovered through their investigations that the Crown Prince had links with the Xie Clan. Coincidentally, I ran into them when trying to disappear in the capital. They accepted my request as a representative of the Royal family, and the four main sects all offered their assistance.”

The fact that nothing has been settled yet was also explained by Wen Hong. But as soon as the Emperor learned that the Crown Prince had been seized by Wen Hong and his sworn brother Cao Junya, he demanded to have his disloyal son brought before him.

The only option left to him was to ask Cao Junya to bring the Crown Prince, Wen Kang, to the Main Palace.

Cao Junya dragged Wen Kang to the location of the emperor and Wen Hong. He tried to flee but fell over his own leg and shattered one leg, making the procedure of his arrest a little difficult. Before bringing him over, Cao Junya wasn’t sure whether to laugh or feel sorry for this worthless fool.

The Crown Prince saw his father who was suddenly awake and said, “Father! Father, rescue me! This beast caught me out of nowhere! He is an invader!”

The Emperor was in a rage to see his son’s shamelessness, “Shut your mouth!!!”

When Cao Junya observed that his sworn elder brother, the guy who appeared to be an emperor, and a person who resembled a eunuch were staring at him in shock after seeing the Crown Prince’s shattered leg, he defended himself.

“It wasn’t my fault. He tried to escape the moment he woke up. He slipped and tripped over his own foot and broke a leg. I didn’t do anything and even wrapped his leg for him,” explained Cao Junya.

Cough.

Wen Hong was ashamed by his brother’s response, “It’s alright. We won’t hold you accountable. How are the royal guards outside?”

“I’ve instructed them to guard the palace until Daoist Bai returns. By the way, the royal court was in ruins. Someone had examined it earlier and the third prince is dead, as well as the youngest princess and the Empress. As for the person who killed them...”

Cao Junya didn’t need to finish his sentence; he merely needed to point at the person who was responsible for their murders, which was immediately clear to everyone. Everyone’s expressions darkened at the news, as was to be expected, and even the Old Emperor, who appeared robust, had a pale countenance.