Chapter 1352: Vomiting Blood and Loss of Consciousness

Finally, the youth became a disciple of that demonic cultivator paragon and embarked on a completely new path.

The demonic path cares nothing for talent, yet it utterly abandons conscience.

Under the tutelage of that demonic cultivator paragon, the youth learned what cruelty means.

For the sake of his cultivation, he would not hesitate to kill a single person, wipe out a village, or even slaughter a city.

At first, the youth could not bring himself to do such things; those people were innocent—how could he take their lives just for his own selfish desire?

"Do you want to be with her or not?"

"Yes."

"If you want her, you must have strength—you said you could oppose the world for her, didn't you?"

Yet under the constant temptation of that demonic cultivator paragon, the youth's state of mind changed without him realizing it.

His gaze gradually grew gloomy; the clarity in his eyes faded, turning icy cold.

The heart that had been pounding hot also, at some point, slowly turned cold.

At this moment, Ye Zhangqing's complexion became just like the youth's—gloomy and terrifying.

Bit by bit, he sank into an abyss of no return; the youth was now completely unlike his former self.

He who once loved wearing white robes now donned a black robe as dark as ink, just like his heart at this moment.

Meanwhile, the youth's cultivation and strength continued to rise.

Under the guidance of that demonic cultivator paragon, the youth's hands were already stained with blood, and beneath his feet lay piles of white bones.

Those who died at the youth's hands ultimately became the steps of his continual ascent.

Previously, raising his cultivation by even a single level was difficult; now, slaughtering a city, killing a person, and absorbing their essence blood could boost it.

The youth's cultivation began to advance by leaps and bounds.

But he did not know that, after the girl emerged from seclusion, she could not find him and was anxious beyond measure.

Upon learning that he had been expelled from the sect, the girl herself went to that sect.

Although she was now a Saintess, and even the Sect Master had to treat her with utmost respect, it mattered not—the youth was gone and she could not find him.

The girl marshaled all her strength to search for the youth's whereabouts.

At the same time, a ruthless rising star of the demonic path gradually became known to the world.

This one had entered the demonic path, his cultivation surged ahead, his methods were vicious, and he had slain countless people.

The holy land where the girl resided, as the leader of the orthodox path, could naturally not tolerate the appearance of such demonic path remnants.

As a Saintess, the girl naturally took on the duty of exterminating this demonic path rising star.

While searching for the youth's whereabouts, she also busied herself with slaying that demonic path rising star.

In the end, the youth seemed to have vanished from the world, whereas that demonic path rising star was located by the holy land; although the girl worried in her heart, the duty on her shoulders still drove her to rush there without pause.

She had intended to resolve this matter and then search wholeheartedly for the youth, but when she arrived at the valley where that demonic path rising star was located.

When she saw the black‑robed figure turn around, she was utterly stunned, rooted to the spot.

It was a face she knew all too well, one she had thought of day and night countless times.

Although he was completely different from before, she still recognized him at a glance.

Just as before, their eyes met and remained silent for a long while; after a long time, the girl asked only one question.

"Why."

The youth fell silent, pressing his lips together as if he had a thousand words to say, but in the end they amounted to only one sentence.

"I can't go back."

The youth himself did not know when he had become like this; he only knew that, when he later looked back, his whole body was already soaked in blood, and there was no turning back.

That day, the youth and girl erupted into a great battle in the valley; the girl's strength was formidable, but the youth was no longer what he once was.

Even his overall strength surpassed hers.

Those who once swore oaths upon the sea and mountains now faced each other with weapons, blades pointed at one another.

In the battle, the youth gradually gained the upper hand, beating the girl back step by step, while her eyes filled with anger and she kept demanding answers.

"Why, why do you cultivate the demonic path? Have you forgotten what happened to our village back then? Why................"

Their homes had been destroyed by demonic cultivators; back then they swore together that, if they could embark on the path of cultivation in this life, they would exterminate all demonic cultivators and restore clarity to heaven and earth.

But now the youth has walked that very path—the one they had sworn to overthrow.

Faced with the girl's questioning, the youth gave no answer, expressionless, and launched into a fierce clash with her.

In the fight, the girl gradually fell into a disadvantage; the youth seized an opportunity and struck a blow at her vital point.

Seeing this, the girl was utterly desperate, disregarding her own safety as she thrust her long sword forward, adopting a stance of trading life for life.

But at the very last moment, the youth suddenly withdrew his hand, while the girl's long sword pierced his chest.

This scene left the girl completely dazed; watching the youth slowly collapse, she wept as she ran forward and, just as before, embraced him in her arms.

"Why, why.........."

Large tears fell drop by drop onto the youth's body, while she continually asked why.

It seemed as if she were asking why he had just held back, and also why he had become like this, why he had turned into the demonic cultivator they hated most.

Looking at the girl with tears like pear blossoms in the rain, facing her questioning, the youth's lips curled into a faint smile.

Just as before, warm sunlight; gazing at the youth in her embrace, the girl was dazed.

He reached out and gently caressed her cheek; in his final moment, the youth smiled and said.

"I have finally caught up with you, only regrettably I cannot accompany you onward."

The youth wanted to be with her, to give her everything he had once promised.

For those things, he had given everything; now he finally had the qualification to stand beside her and face all matters together, whether good or bad.

But only at the end did he realize that he had long since lost any possibility of standing by her side.

I originally gave up everything for you, but only at the end did I discover that I had lost you as well.

The boy died, and in reality Ye Zhangqing also turned deathly pale, suddenly spitting a mouthful of blood.

The sudden change startled Qiu Baiyi awake; seeing Ye Zhangqing lying on the bed, already vomiting blood and unconscious, Qiu Baiyi panicked.

"Zhangqing, what's wrong with you? Don't scare me."

She flashed to the bedside, embraced Ye Zhangqing, and asked anxiously.

She had no idea what had happened; just moments before she had been playing selflessly, hoping to convey her feelings to Ye Zhangqing.

But as soon as she opened her eyes, she discovered Ye Zhangqing had vomited blood and fainted.

Can listening to a tune cause injury and unconsciousness?

She quickly checked Ye Zhangqing's condition and found his soul damaged; if his soul weren't exceptionally solid, he would probably have been severely injured already.

"How could this happen.............."

Still not understanding, Qiu Baiyi could only feed him a pill specially meant to heal soul trauma, then hastily lifted the restriction, summoning a Saint-level Pill Master from Bai Song Gu to treat Ye Zhangqing.

In less than the time it took to play a piece, Ye Zhangqing collapsed unconscious; when Li Tie Niu, Qing Yan and the others learned what had happened, everyone was dumbfounded.