Chapter 105: Sister and Brother Different Paths, No Birthday From Then On! Rooster Jin Maori

Two lineages transmitted to create killing karma, dragon and tiger fight to live in death.

This is the curse of the God-Demon Gate. Since the founder passed on the Dharma, there has only been a single lineage. If transmitted to two lineages, it will inevitably create killing karma, dragon and tiger fight, only death will stop.

Eighty years ago, Qin Youtian of the God-Demon Gate survived the Daoist gate tribulation, and when he was exhausted, he accepted two disciples, and from then on, the evil karma was entangled.

The senior brother was named 【Cui Siye】, who was loyal and steady, so when Qin Youtian passed away, he entrusted the God-Demon Gate's treasure to him.

Because of this, it caused dissatisfaction from the junior brother. The two gradually developed gaps, walking further and further away, and later even fought for life and death.

Ten years ago, Cui Siye understood the secrets of heaven, knew that his deadline was approaching, so he stepped on the stars and came to a small city in the south, accepting a disciple.

That was Wen He's brother, Wen Qin.

"Her brother actually secretly passed the Buddhist teachings?" Zhang Fan listened to Bai Bairan's words, his gaze sinking.

In fact, at the beginning, Cui Siye took a fancy to Wen He at a glance. Her talent was far above her brother's, but Wen He had the Seven Killings entering her fate and was born in the Ghost Month. If she practiced the God-Demon Daoist arts, she would fear creating boundless killing karma, so he chose the brother as the successor.

"Fate... always plays with people like this." Bai Bairan sighed softly.

Who could have thought that Wen Qin saw his sister's longing, and on her fifteenth birthday, he passed the God-Demon Gate's Daoist arts to her one by one.

In just two years, Wen He's Daoist practice advanced by leaps and bounds, even surpassing Wen Qin.

At that time, Wen He naturally attracted Cui Siye's attention. How could her Daoist practice be hidden from the eyes of this God-Demon sect master.

"What happened later?" Zhang Fan couldn't help but ask.

Secretly passing the Dharma is stealing the Dao. In the Daoist gate, it is a great crime. The light consequence is the abolition of cultivation, and the heavy consequence is death and disappearance.

"This is naturally a great crime. Not only is Wen He guilty, but even her brother is guilty. Passing on the art behind the master's back is not a good reputation." Bai Bairan's gaze narrowed into a line.

"However..."

"Cui Siye saw the potential hidden in Wen He. She was just closing the door to build a car, but her attainment in the God-Demon Dao was already above Wen Qin's. This is a natural mantle successor..."

"He had compassion!?" Zhang Fan understood.

"Correct!" Bai Bairan nodded: "Such a piece of jade, if carved, will surely be able to flourish the God-Demon gate."

"So, Cui Siye made a decision that violated the ancestors."

"He accepted Sister Wen as a disciple!?" Zhang Fan guessed.

"Indeed."

"One Dharma transmitted to two lineages!" Zhang Fan whispered.

Bai Bairan's face didn't show half a fluctuation, but the calm voice sounded again: "Just this one thought buried the root of the great disaster in the future."

"Wen He's talent is too high, people... once too brilliant and dazzling, they will cover up the light of others." Bai Bairan sighed.

"Cui Siye sighed at her ability to perceive the God-Demon Dao. His focus gradually shifted, his gaze seemed to stay on Wen He forever, as for Wen Qin... he seemed to be forgotten in a corner..."

"He developed jealousy!?" Zhang Fan guessed.

"Just jealousy, just imbalance... perhaps there was nothing, the boy is in the rebellious period, not getting attention, not getting recognition, inevitably radical, this originally was nothing..."

"What I fear is... he is always wanting to prove himself, at this time if someone pushes him lightly..."

At this point, Bai Bairan sighed softly.

"You mean..." Zhang Fan was moved, seemingly thinking of something.

"Correct..."

Bai Bairan seemed to see through Zhang Fan's thoughts, then nodded: "That junior brother of Cui Siye found this place."

"He hid in the dark, like the devil's whisper, lingering in Wen Qin's ears..."

"He didn't make a move?" Zhang Fan asked.

"That is a lunatic, compared to life and death, he prefers playing with human hearts... so, he started secretly teaching Wen Qin..." Bai Bairan sighed softly, as a bystander, he already knew the sad ending.

"You should know, the God-Demon Dao is a very special lineage in the Star-Star Fighting Art..."

Because everyone is born at different times, places, directions, climates, etc., the stars corresponding to them in the sky are also different. These stars reflecting into fate affect a person's life fate.

Auspicious ones are gods, evil ones are demons, this is the God-Demon.

The God-Demon Gate's Daoist arts are to change the influence of stars on people, producing all kinds of incredible results.

"That lunatic, although he came from the same gate as Cui Siye, the paths they walked were completely different. He told Wen Qin that human fate is affected by the stars in the sky, but if these stars are included in the body..."

"Then isn't human fate controlled by oneself?"

"My fate is up to me, not heaven... that is the immortal."

"Include the stars in the body!? Can this kind of thing be done?" Zhang Fan revealed a strange look.

"Daoist cultivation originally has the theory of 【Human body is a small heaven and earth】. The meridians of the human body are like the longitude and latitude of heaven and earth, and the major acupoints correspond to the stars in the sky, but these acupoints are empty..."

"That lunatic has already obtained the essence of the God-Demon Dharma, knowing the mystery of the stars moving, just need to correspond to the stars in the sky according to the human body, and ignite these acupoints..."

"The way of cultivation, the method of immortality... how many people have exhausted their lives for this, extremely crazy." Zhang Fan whispered.

How many seekers of immortality have there been since ancient times, and how many have achieved immortality? On this road that is almost endless, how many people have followed one after another, and how many strange ideas have been born.

"But... if you can ignite those acupoints? Corresponding to the stars in the sky?" Zhang Fan asked the key point.

"Mortal true fire ignites the acupoints, how can the light compare to the stars... only that innate light in the world can compare to the stars in the sky..." Bai Bairan said in a low voice.

"You mean..."

"Soul-aspect!?"

"That lunatic is the Wu Wei Sect

"That madman is not an ordinary expert of the Wu Wei Sect, but 【Rooster】 among the Thirteen Zodiacs..."

"Rooster!?" Zhang Fan raised an eyebrow.

"The Rooster manages the night and can see all the stars in the heavens," Bai Buran said in a deep voice.

"Seeking the Dao of non-action longevity through the method of action and destruction, stealing life from the midst of killing intent..." Bai Buran's gaze was deep, his words solemn.

"Those demons of the Wu Wei Sect are indeed good at bewitching people's hearts; not doing pyramid schemes is simply a waste of talent."

"Wen Qin was too young and was bewitched in just a few words. He was addicted to that kind of power, the thrill of pursuing power, making it hard for him to extricate himself..."

"Under that madman's training, his cultivation progressed by leaps and bounds..."

"The distance between him and Wen He grew smaller and smaller. Every time they sparred, one could always see his incredible growth, even Cui Siye was greatly astonished..."

"That kind of look, that kind of praise, made Wen Qin more and more addicted to this power, but he and Wen He seemed to maintain a certain specific distance..."

"This distance seemed to be something that could never be smoothed out, which made him increasingly impatient and radical..."

"Did he gradually lose his way?" Zhang Fan frowned.

Bai Buran shook his head: "If it were only this, perhaps it wouldn't be enough to crush him..."

"But just at this moment, Cui Siye made a decision, a decision that completely turned fate toward a turning point..."

"What?" Zhang Fan asked subconsciously.

"Cui Siye decided to pass the 【Divine Evil Fighting Robe】 to Wen He, which meant she would be the only successor of the Divine Evil Sect." The unfairness of fate was highlighted to the fullest at this moment. Clearly, he was the only successor; the so-called sister was just basking in his light, stealing a few tricks from people. But why, in the end, did the sister take away everything of his? The Master's love, the Divine Evil inheritance, even the sect's treasure was to fall into the sister's hands.

"At that time, Wen Qin had already refined the natal Yuan Chen of many people, and his mindset gradually twisted..." Bai Buran said in a deep voice.

No one could take away everything of his, and no one could surpass him... At that time, Wen Qin had only this thought in his heart.

He found that madman, the so-called Junior Martial Uncle, and took the final step.

"Final step?" Zhang Fan was puzzled.

"There is an extremely vicious technique in the Divine Evil Sect..." Bai Buran pondered for a moment, then said.

"You must know that when a person lives in the world, they are not only influenced by the divine evils in the sky but also by other natal Yuan Chens. Among them, the ones that influence oneself the most are the Parents Palace, the Spouse Palace, and the Children Palace."

"If one seeks the immortal method, one must cut off mortal ties... If one draws the starlight of one's parents onto oneself, with no life and no death, no father and no mother, then one can transcend the original limits..."

"This method is called 【Severing Kinship】..."

"Could it be..."

Zhang Fan's gaze trembled, a conjecture suddenly rising in his heart, yet he dared not believe it.

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"That year in July... the lunar Ghost Month, people on the street were already burning paper money to sacrifice to the dead... it was also Wen He's birthday..."

"That day, she returned home, and Wen Qin gave his sister another great gift in her life.

Both parents' corpses were hanging, red candles burning to draw the stars.

In a pool of blood, her parents had long since lost their lives. Wen Qin's hands were stained with blood, his eyes filled only with madness, and he was laughing at Wen He...

"In this way, sister won't be able to take anything away anymore."

"Is it painful? Is it as painful as you taking away everything of mine!?"

The crazy laughter echoed in the house like a coffin, as if it were the mockery of fate.

"Sister and brother on different paths, killing each other!?" Zhang Fan's gaze dimmed. He had not expected that Wen He, who had always been warm and gentle, had such a past.

"The great battle was unavoidable... in the end, the sister still won by a narrow margin..."

Wen Qin died in Wen He's arms. Before he died, he was repenting, just like when he did something wrong as a child, holding his sister tightly, not having received forgiveness, yet having already ceased to breathe.

Looking at the corpses of her parents and brother before her, looking at her hands covered in blood, Wen He's world finally collapsed...

She cried heart-wrenchingly, as if this time she would drain all the tears of her life.

Her consciousness was agitated, almost entering the Great Night-Not-Bright.

Cui Siye rushed over, and he used the 【Star Prayer Method】 to continue Wen He's life, only then pulling her back from the edge of the Great Night-Not-Bright.

By this point, Cui Siye was also nearly exhausted.

Just at this moment, that madman hidden in the shadows finally appeared.

He admired his masterpiece, his eyes full of brilliance.

"You won..." Cui Siye lowered his head.

"Senior Brother, from the moment you stepped into this small city, you had already lost."

At that time, the madman revealed everything. His attainments in Star Fighting techniques were extremely high; he had long since stolen the heavenly secrets and calculated Cui Siye's master-disciple fate, arriving in this small city earlier than the latter.

"The two of them, sister and brother, were the gifts I left for you... they are your destined nemesis... your fate is destined to stay here because of them..."

Hearing this, even Zhang Fan couldn't help but show a strange expression. The experts of the Wu Wei Sect were deep in their schemes, playing with people's hearts, far more terrifying than he had imagined.

"Cui Siye's final counterattack before death finally managed to kill a way out with little Wen He. They fled all the way to the dam outside the city..."

"There, Cui Siye passed the 【Divine Evil Fighting Robe】 to little Wen He..."

"At that time, the madman finally found them..."

"Cui Siye died... little Wen He was thrown off the dam by him before he died. Whether she lived or died was all up to Heaven's will."

At this point, Bai Buran sighed faintly.

"She survived."

"Correct, she survived and was picked up by me..." Bai Buran looked at the ceiling, a look of reminiscence flashing in his eyes.

Since then, Wen He seemed to have developed an emotional disorder. In her emotions, there seemed to be only laughter, or rather, that was the mask she used to hide her sad past.

"After that day, she never celebrated her birthday again."

"Sister Wen... is too bitter," Zhang Fan sighed.

"Only after experiencing a thousand tribulations can one understand the path to becoming an immortal..." Bai Buran said in a deep voice.

Tribulations are the longevity medicine for practitioners. From the day one steps onto the path of cultivation, the road ahead is destined to be full of thorns.

"Once the Dao heart arises, the demonic phase is born," Zhang Fan said in a deep voice.

In his blurred memory, he didn't know who had said such words to him, but whenever there is a heart for the Dao, there are endless tribulations and demonic phases to test you. Therefore, the tribulations of a Dao practitioner are much greater than those of an ordinary person.

The night deepened.

At the East Suburban Cemetery, Wen He adjusted her glasses and leaned over to place the offerings and fresh flowers she had brought in front of the four tombstones before her, which clearly read:

Father, Tomb of Wen Liang.

Mother, Tomb of Wen Nuan.

Brother, Tomb of Wen Qin.

Master, Tomb of Cui Siye.

"I've come to see you all again!"

Wen He smiled slightly, the night wind blowing, the falling hair covering her face.

"Little Wen He, it's been so many years, I didn't expect you to be hiding in Yujing City."

Just at this moment, an old, hoarse voice suddenly rang out in the vast night, echoing in the endless cemetery.

Hearing this voice, Wen He's delicate body trembled, as if struck by lightning.

"Senior Brother, you truly took in a good disciple..."

Thump, thump, thump...

Following the sound of light, slow footsteps, the voice drew closer. Wen He turned to look and saw an old man with gray hair coming through the night, stepping on the moonlight.

"Jin Maori!" Wen He's beautiful face lost all color, her lips parted slightly, and she spoke the name she would never forget until death.

"Little Junior Niece, long time no see," Jin Maori carried a bag of apples and grinned lightly.

Rumble...

As soon as the words fell, the glasses Wen He was wearing shattered, and a tangible killing intent soared into the sky.

"Kill you!"

(End of Chapter)