56: Chapter 56 Wait, don't die yet.

[You look at him, the corners of your mouth curling up slightly.]

["That is only you."]

[Wei Feisen is stunned for a moment.]

[You do not explain further.]

[You do not need to prove anything to a person on the verge of death; you only need to know one thing: this world has the Dao of Immortals, and that is enough.]

[With the simulator, if one lifetime doesn't work, then ten lifetimes; if ten lifetimes don't work, then a hundred.]

[Furthermore, since there is Martial Dao talent in the System, it is naturally possible for Immortal Dao talent to appear as well.]

[You have no interest in his "curse."]

[Wei Feisen glances at you, seemingly wanting to find the same despair on your face as his own, but finds nothing. He sneers, says no more, and continues speaking.]

["She begged that Immortal for a long time, begging him to take me with her. The Immortal did not agree, his expression was very displeased, and in the end, he only gave us one stick of incense worth of time to say goodbye."]

[His voice drops.]

["When she left, she told me that once she had Cultivated to success, she would definitely return to pick me up."]

["I believed her."]

["And so I waited for seven years."]

["In the seventh year, she returned."]

[You notice that when he says the three words "she returned," his jaw muscles suddenly tense up.]

["She returned with a man, her Senior Brother."]

["The two of them descended from the sky side by side, landing in front of me, that man's hand resting on her shoulder."]

[He pauses.]

["I questioned her. Do you know what she said to me?"]

[You do not answer.]

["She said... she is now an Immortal Cultivator, and the fate between you and me... was originally just a vanity in the Mortal world. You are a Mortal; you cannot understand the world I am in now. What separates us is not distance, but Heaven and Earth. Live your life well, and just pretend... pretend that we never knew each other."]

[After mimicking those words, he is silent for two breaths.]

["I asked her, then what did you come back for? To see me make a fool of myself?"]

["She said, in order to sever the Mortal world, her Cultivation reached a Bottleneck; she needed to sever past attachments to proceed further."]

[His pupils shrink to the size of pinpricks.]

["I am the 'attachment' she needed to sever."]

["Her Senior Brother found me an eyesore, threw a cloth bag at me, and said, 'Why bother chatting with a Mortal? Take it, it's a reward for you, consider it compensation for taking care of Junior Sister for so many years. If you dare to say another word, I will take your head.'"]

[When Wei Feisen says this, his whole body starts to tremble—not because of his injuries, not because of pain, but because of a pure hatred that has been pent up for decades.]

["Why?" His voice squeezes out from between his teeth. "By what right? By what right can they act like that? By what right can they stand in the sky and trample everything of ours under their feet? By what right do they destroy everything that existed between us and still feel it's only natural?"]

[Finally, two trails of bloody tears stream from his eyes.]

Outside the simulation.

Lin Shuangwan falls silent for a long time after hearing this past event.

Looking at Wei Feisen's twisted face on the light screen, a faint, reluctant sympathy stirs in her heart.

As expected, every madman has a starting point of being driven mad.

But sympathy is just sympathy.

Her gaze turns cold.

None of this is an excuse for his madness, for regarding human lives as blades of grass, for destroying her entire clan, or for killing her closest kin.

Just because you were bitten by a dog doesn't mean you can go bite other people.

Moreover, judging from this experience, these so-called Immortal Cultivators are not exactly kind-hearted people.

In their eyes, Mortals probably don't even count as "people."

She pulls back her thoughts and casts her gaze back to the light screen.

["And then?" you ask.]

[Wei Feisen leans decadently against the bluestone, panting heavily several times before continuing.]

["What else could there be, they left, flew up into the sky, and left."]

[When he says the three words "flew up into the sky," his expression is very flat, unnaturally flat.]

[You change the subject.]

["What about the 'Immortal's Descent' that spread throughout Great Qing a few years ago?"]

[Wei Feisen's gaze shifts to the black figure lying on the ground deep in the pine forest.]

["That time... it was just me using that Puppet to create a spectacle."]

[He grins, revealing teeth stained red with blood.]

["There were three things in that cloth bag: a few bottles of Medicinal Pills, several blue stones that could activate the Puppet, and the Puppet itself. I finished the Medicinal Pills long ago, and the stones are almost used up, so that 'Immortal's Descent' was actually just me controlling the Puppet to make an appearance before everyone."]

[Your eyes light up.]

["Where are the items?" You lean forward an inch. "Is that all? Is there anything else?"]

[Just as Wei Feisen opens his mouth, his body suddenly spasms violently.]

[Pfft—]

[A mouthful of fresh blood sprays out—not the purple-black of before, but bright red, containing fragmented matter.]

[His complexion instantly changes from the flush of a final revival to a paper-like pallor, and he slides directly off the bluestone, collapsing onto the ground.]

[You curse under your breath.]

[You crouch beside him, placing one hand on his back, infusing a gentle stream of True Qi into his body, attempting to slow the rate of his Meridians collapsing.]

[Wei Feisen feels that True Qi; he lowers his head, the corners of his mouth twitching to pull up into a faint arc.]

["You really don't want me to die, do you."]

["Cut the crap for now." Your voice is very low. "Where are the items? Tell me."]

[Wei Feisen does not answer your question.]

[He gasps for air, blood foam continuously flowing from the corners of his mouth, his breathing becoming heavier and shorter with each breath.]

["Have you... always been puzzled by one thing?" His voice becomes very slow, as if every word requires all his strength to squeeze out.]

["What?"]

["Even though I had never met you once, before you escaped."]

[He turns his head to look at you, and in those eyes that are about to lose focus, there is an expression you have never seen on his face before.]

[Very quiet, very calm, like the very bottom of a pool of stagnant water, holding a faint glimmer of light.]

["Why I was so obsessed with finding you."]

[You had indeed been puzzled by this question, but at this moment, you really do not want to hear the answer.]

["Where are the items? Speak first..."]

["Actually, we have met many times." He ignores you, continuing on his own, his voice now so light it is like a breeze about to dissipate. "Before... you helped me go buy Medicinal Pills."]

[Your movements freeze.]

[Buying Medicinal Pills.]

[Memories are like a box that has been overturned, spilling out all at once.]

[You frown.]

["You are..."]