Chapter 192: The Lamp Extinguishes

Ren Yidao is a man of great principles.

Even if he was subjectively willing to be this team leader, that did not mean he would readily agree.

What kind of logic is that?

When the wool is delivered right to your doorstep, how could there be any reason not to shear it!

This is, after all, a transaction of mutual consent.

You provide the money, I provide the effort; we each take what we need.

Only entering the body, not entering one's life.

To put it plainly, it comes down to one sentence.

You have to pay more.

Old man, with this little bit of money, it is very difficult for me to handle things for you.

Don't tell me I am the most suitable candidate; I don't buy that.

Hearing this, Wang Xuesong's expression actually relaxed; he revealed a kind smile and nodded with a grin:

"Sir, there is no need to worry about this matter; during this period, the cultivation resources for you and your companions will certainly be the responsibility of Beigan."

Want money?

Good, being able to say that is the best thing possible.

I don't fear you opening your mouth like a lion; I only fear you not opening it at all.

"Of course, besides this, there will be other gifts as compensation for delaying your journey."

"I shall take the initiative here and invite Sir Ren to choose one treasure from the Royal Treasure Vault... no, three!"

Anyway, it isn't Wang Xuesong's own money, so he doesn't feel the slightest bit of heartache.

His Majesty has collected so many useless things, and since this is your brother, taking a few items shouldn't be a problem, right?

His Majesty surely wouldn't be angry, would he?

Wang Xuesong is not without a temper either.

A little old man like him has been diligently cleaning up your messes for so many years, and it was finally time to retire and go home to rest.

Yet he was grabbed back by you again.

Does this old man not have a temper?

On the surface, the order between ruler and subject is clear, and Wang Xuesong does not want to enter the grave so soon, so he cannot openly oppose him.

But behind his back... ha!

This old man will make your heart ache, and you won't even be able to bring yourself to refuse!

Ren Yidao is unaware of the dirty dealings between Old Man Wang and Old Man Li behind the scenes.

Even if he knew, he wouldn't care.

You two go ahead and fight; anyway, I am just a little fox of an intermediary eating from both sides.

I don't understand fighting and killing, but I do understand a little bit about human relationships and worldly wisdom.

At a time like this, one must do exactly this.

"Ah, how can that be? No, no, no..."

With a look of difficulty, Ren Yidao waved his hands repeatedly in refusal, appearing as if saying this was looking down on him.

And Wang Xuesong was also very cooperative; hearing the string and understanding the elegant intent, he cupped his hands and said:

"Hehe, it is still necessary; Sir, do not decline."

"You must not decline!"

And just as Ren Yidao was pretending to be a monk to fool the people of the Eastern Wasteland, Xue Sui in the underwater Cave Abode stared at one of them.

"Could this be... the bloodline of the Eastern Wasteland Imperial Clan?"

Xue Sui stared at Chu Hairen, looking him up and down carefully; his eyes, wreathed in purple lightning, were full of doubt and confusion.

"But how is this bloodline so thin... is he a disciple of an outside clan?"

In his impression, disciples of the Imperial Clan should not be this weak.

If not for Ren Yidao, who served as a precedent that matched his understanding of a heaven-gifted genius, Xue Sui might have felt that the world outside had undergone some great change.

Fortunately, it was just a false alarm.

"However, the Imperial Clan, huh... hehe."

After such a long time, seeing a familiar bloodline again brought some comfort to his heart.

He turned his head to look at the delicate withered bones and bowed his head respectfully:

"General, your sacrifice was not in vain."

"So many years have passed, and the world still bears the traces we once left behind."

How much time has actually passed? And how long have I been asleep?

The world has changed so much; I fear even our footprints have already vanished.

"How much time do I have left?"

Xue Sui raised his hand and looked at his body, which was becoming increasingly thin and transparent; he sighed softly.

"No matter how much time remains, I will accompany you to the end."

Once again, he bowed to the General's remains, and just as he was about to turn away, he suddenly noticed something different.

The wick of that Bronze Lamp, that faint flame, seemed to have swayed gently just a moment ago.

!!!

A feeling he had been parted from for many years welled up in Xue Sui's heart.

The moment he discovered the situation, he had already reacted.

"Evil! You actually still aren't completely dead!!?"

He never imagined that the General would sacrifice his life, using his own remains to suppress it, only for it to end in this result.

Purple lightning surged, filling the entire space except for the General's remains.

"Go to hell!!!"

In the seemingly unremarkable room, a large number of Rune appeared in the void, layering over one another to suppress the Bronze Lamp.

This was not just a Cave Abode for cultivation and living, but a prison!

The artifact spirit that Xue Sui had merged with was also not the Gourd at the Daoist's waist, but this Cave Abode itself.

In a flash of lightning and flint, an extremely terrifying power erupted within this narrow space.

But no matter how the Array outside the lamp and the purple lightning flashed, the flame burning in the wick remained unmoved.

It was as if what he had just seen was merely a false hallucination.

But had Xue Sui really seen a hallucination?

Had his mind really worn down to this extent?

No.

Even if it were just a momentary illusion, Xue Sui did not have the slightest bit of hesitation.

He could not care about anything else and directly used all of his power.

Even if he might completely perish and vanish in the next second, he would not shirk from it.

Finally, under the frantic driving of Xue Sui's full effort, the Bronze Lamp finally vibrated slightly.

And then...

After the candle flame flickered once, it met its final destruction.

The lamp went out.

The entire space plunged into darkness.

By the pool, Ren Yidao and the others heard the sound of thunder and looked up at the sky.

At this moment, the sky was already covered in dark clouds, and it could rain at any time.

"It looks like it's going to rain. Would the Great Master like to travel with us?"

Ren Yidao pressed his palms together, shook his head, and politely declined:

"No, I still have some realizations to contemplate, so I must stay here for a while longer."

"Benefactors, please go and take shelter from the rain early."

Although cultivators do not fear rain and can use True Qi to keep it away, they generally do not do so unless necessary.

Since they were not in a hurry to travel, why not find a place to take shelter and rest for a while?

"In that case, we shall meet again if fate allows."

The middle-aged man leading the group had always felt that this strange monk had some indescribable issues and did not want to keep interacting with him.

Taking this opportunity, he decisively left with Chu Hairen and the others.

Chu Hairen walked at the back, looked at Ren Yidao thoughtfully, and smiled:

"Great Master, I feel that we will meet again."

Ren Yidao smiled and replied with a full air of a charlatan:

"Where in life do we not meet? As long as you and I are still struggling and drifting in this Human World, there will naturally be a day we meet again."

"Go."

Don't be anxious, you will see me in two days.

And after sending off the people from the Eastern Wasteland, Ren Yidao turned his head to look at the water surface and rubbed his chin.

"Why do I feel... that the thunder just now came from under the water?"

Is it my imagination?

I'm sick... writing four thousand words almost made me throw up, my head is truly splitting with pain.

I have to be featured in two days, so I have to write more... I'm about to collapse, sob sob sob.