Chapter 3002: It Doesn't Matter, As Long As You Die!

"I've changed my mind," the Frostleaf National Teacher said slowly, "I take back what I said before."

He had originally thought to give this ghostly thing a chance, and also to preserve his own brain core.

But

"I have only ever had one mother; even if you crawl before her, polishing her shoes and pouring her water, you are not worthy."

The only warmth he had ever felt in this world was what that woman gave him.

She did not despise his ugly, strange appearance, nor his cruel, ferocious nature;

She did not hate him for building a demon's nest from her body, nor for draining her life force with every breath, nor for bringing her boundless pain. In the swamp, her status in the Jianan Tribe was the lowest of the low, and even her pregnancy was due to being bullied. Yet her mother still gently urged him to be steadfast and brave, to oppose the innate violent instinct within him.

Only in her eyes was he not a freak of the world, a monster everyone shouted to strike down.

It was miraculous that, after his birth, the first thing he felt was not the will-control of the Jin Du Holy Mother, but a human mother's care and tenderness. That was what true mother-son connection meant.

Thus, on his second day after birth, his first sortie from the nest led him to find and devour the few who had once bullied his mother.

When he was temporarily no match for the Jianan Tribe, he would flee back to the demon's nest, letting his mother heal his wounds.

His mother's passing made him feel grief, reluctance, self-reproach, and pain for the first time, because he knew his mother had been killed by himself, and from now on, no one would love him unconditionally as she had.

And such feelings were not what a devourer should possess.

After that, he was brought back to Between Between Between Beijia.

The Qiu Gong National Teacher saw that although he was not controlled by the Jin Du Ghost Mother, his spiritual intelligence was extraordinary, so he withstood pressure and did not destroy this Jin Du ghost spawn. But his identity had merely shifted from being a tool of slaughter to becoming a tool for maintaining rule in Ling Xu City.

For over a hundred years, the senior officials of Between Between Between Beijia have regarded him with outward respect but inward hatred, cursing him as a bastard spawn and a ghost fetus, for he is neither human nor divine, merely a monster unfit for the world.

Whether in heaven or on earth, whether in court or among the common folk, there is actually no place for him.

No matter how much power and influence he wields, how many troops he commands, he remains utterly alone, a solitary figure.

And all of this is thanks to the Jin Du Holy Mother before you!

Chi feels no trace of maternal affection toward his offspring, treating them merely as pure tools to be used.

Shu Ye seized the Jin Du Holy Mother from the ground in one hand, lifting her as easily as picking up a toy: "You've been putting on this act in front of me these past days, truly making me nauseous!"

A strange red light flashed in his eyes as he spoke, word by word:

"Your very existence is nothing but a desecration of the two words 'mother'!"

All the hardships and misfortunes of his life ought to be blamed on this lowly, foolish, self-righteous ghost woman before you!

And yet, after the Jin Du Ghost Mother advanced in rank, the Ling Xu Holy Sovereign specially bestowed upon her the title of 'Holy Mother'?

Tsk, who is this meant to nauseate?

"Don't act rashly, don't you want to live anymore?" The Jin Du Holy Mother heard his unstoppable, gloomy hatred, her voice suddenly went dry, even cracking as she cried out, "If you really kill me, you will die too!"

"It doesn't matter, as long as you die!" Frostleaf said, and in a single breath he reverted to the terrifying visage of a devourer, then opened his huge mouth and bit off the community's head in one gulp!

"Gah," the sound of the cervical vertebrae being bitten through, crisp and piercing.

The Jin Du Holy Mother's shrieks and curses ceased abruptly, and thus everyone also heard a strange "twang" sound, like plucking cotton.

The Red General watching the spectacle nearby also sat up straight, for she heard that this commotion clearly came from the devourer's head!

After biting off the Jin Du Holy Mother's skull, the devourer seemed to trigger some switch, his whole body shuddering.

Though he did not fall, he suddenly bowed his head and closed his eyes.

Immediately afterward, a large amount of blood flowed from his nose, dripping onto the Jin Du Holy Mother's body, and soon staining the ground purple.

This amount of blood is formidable. The Red General sitting nearby lifted her leg to avoid the blood pool. Even bleeding an ox would not yield this much. Xi Yunhe also worried: "National Teacher, my lord!"

Could the National Teacher, my lord, have failed?

The Red General, however, waved her hand: "Stay calm, just wait."

Frostleaf had plotted this change for years; if he failed at this critical moment……

Hah, that would simply mean his fate had run its course, and his death would be deserved.

What the world of men now needs is only the strong.

And the Red General also heard that when the devourer said "as long as you die," he spoke with genuine sincerity.

In that moment, the devourer's anger and hatred toward the Jin Du Holy Mother seemed to surpass his own desire for survival.

Amid the anxiety of Xi Yunhe and others, time passed slowly.

His gaze swept over the Red General's waist more than once.

Indeed, it was that flute; he had not misseen it earlier.

"General, this flute of yours……"

"This was originally mine, later taken by someone." The Red General had long noticed him stealing glances at this flute, so she picked it up idly to play with, "Many years later, Jiuxu retrieved it for me again."

Was it Jiuxu who retrieved it for her from Qingyang?

He could not help but ask: "You mean……?"

"My grudges with Qingyang were settled long ago." The Red General rarely smiled, asking with deep meaning, "And you?" Xi Yunhe held his breath.

He instinctively wanted to ask, how did she know?

But it no longer mattered.

"It's all thirty years in the past." Xi Yunhe's shoulders sank as he slowly exhaled, releasing the pressure in his heart, "I've long let it go. He was once a discarded disciple of Qingyang, carrying hatred for his master into Frostleaf National Teacher's service, vowing to overthrow Qingyang. He Lingchuan's initial involvement in the demon nation's immortality elixir case was what he personally schemed to set in motion.

When he heard the news of Qingyang's death back then, his whole body trembled. On one hand, myriad feelings welled up; on the other, he clearly knew he had finally been freed from the years of hatred and pain.

The Red General lifted the flute to her lips and played a melody.

The tune was lingering and graceful, as if speaking from the heart, as if speaking of parting, echoing long on this bloody beach.

Xi Yunhe was moved, for he had also heard Qingyang play this very tune!

"This is a folk song of the Great Wind Army, formerly often played in camp when allied with the Ba Ling and Between Between Between Beijia armies in battle against the Po Long City forces.

Qingyang National Teacher, in his youth, served in the army and perhaps noted this melody on the front lines of the battle against Pan Long City.

Back then, what state of mind was she in when she played the enemy army's tune?

Perhaps it is also a feeling of admiration for the people and events of those days.

After the piece ended, the head of the Devourer, which had been hanging low, suddenly twitched.

Xi Yunhe and the others exclaimed joyfully: "My lord, the State Preceptor!"

The Red General also raised an eyebrow. It seems Frost Leaf's all-or-nothing gamble paid off, huh.

Indeed, the Devourer lifted its head again, opened its eyes, and two beams of red light shone out.