Beyond The Mud [MDZs]

Chapter 43

[Group Xicheng; Continuation chapter 23]

Fate was cruel to them that even after their deaths, he was left with empty hands. A-Qing  returned to the Earth; his dead heart was in pain. He had tried everything to nurture the souls, he wasn't a cultivator now, but a dead corpse. He couldn't even protect the child; who protected Xing Cheng from spawn of evil.

He couldn't protect anyone at all.

Even the crimes that Xue Yang had made him commit couldn't compare to the pain of holding the fragments of a very broken soul in his blood-stained hands.

The ovation of the cultivation world turned into blame. The cultivation world that once respected him now were afraid of him. The Blade of Justice became the blade of gore, bathed in the blood of innocent. The Heinous misconducts that Xue Yang forced upon him, left him no place in the world.

But his world was in his hands, woven by the threads inside the pouch and it was all he needed to get by, even if he had to roam aimlessly.

One thing he never forget was the promise they had made together.

He had decided to settle for Baixue temple where it all begun. When he saw the proper barricade of his family and a memorial stone, his heart begun to sting. He wanted to cry but his dead body wouldn't allow him.

It was worst than death, he couldn't even mourn.

He carefully hid, Xing Cheng soul with the temple stone. It had grown weak and he wouldn't be able to bear with the pain if suddenly it disappears again, leaving him miserable.

He couldn't even hope to meet him after death. Only the souls could enter heaven.

But nothing was more terrifying than the sight in front of him. He called but couldn't speak, he waved but couldn't be seen. Fear of touch was engulfing him. One single contact and he might disappear. Corpses can't dream was his only assurity but he was crying that was contradicting.

The two sect leaders were as shocked as him.

He was as beautiful as the Bright moon and as Gentle as the Breeze.

The young man of Fang Clan also caught the light and rushed back inside. He was dumb founded but then the soul of XingCheng turned around and moved towards the boy.

"Gongzi, If you don't mind, I would like to have the shell of Gonngmu."

His angelic voice carried. Assuring Song Lan that it wasn't a dream.

The young man of Fang Clan was non other than Fang Meng Chen. He fought along side with Lan disciple; Lan Jingyi, Baling disciple; Ouyang Zizhen and Sect Leader Jin; Jin Ling in defeating the Gonnggong back in the Meishan Yu sect. When Madam Liu asked them what they wanted as a reward, Fang Meng chen pointed at the shell.

'If Xiang River was infected then, the rivers derived out of it might be as well. I'm afraid it will cause chaos and I want to make sure there are none entities causing trouble'

That was how he ended up with the shell and at the Baixue Temple. After the demise of Tingshan He sect, the Fang clan had no choice but to become rogue cultivators. Some rebelled while others still retained the righteous path.

Feng Meng Chen took out the shell from his sleeves and handed it to the soul.

"Much appreciated, Gongzi." Xing Cheng bowed with a light smile.

His voice was as sweet as he remembered, Song Lan covered his mouth to prevent unruly sounds to escape from his mouth. He broke down to the ground, muffling his bloody sobs.