Destiny is ashes

Chapter 37 Mars in the Heart? Or
"Mars guards the heart... Mars guards the heart! Even among all the evil stars, it can be called the most evil and dangerous!"

Thinking of this possibility, the owner of the medicine shop's heart skipped a beat.

This fate is so unlucky that if a person encounters it, he will die, if the army encounters it, it will be defeated, and if the country encounters it, it will perish. Once it comes into the world, the country will be overthrown and the world will be in turmoil!
The fate is bad, and the person is also bad! If the person with this fate wants to succeed, the road he takes will inevitably be a sea of ​​blood and corpses. It can be said that one general's success is the sacrifice of thousands of people!

It's right, it's right...

——He is destined to be the Godly General who will conquer the world in the future for their Divine Will Religion!
at the same time.

"My fellow junior brothers and sisters, I want to take this opportunity to tell you the truth."

An Jing, who had fully awakened his destiny and had mastered a portion of the authority of the Imperial Star Ceremony from within, took advantage of the moment when the evil spirit was dispersed and his soul was connected with all the boys and girls in the ceremony, and sent a message and a memory to everyone.

He said without reservation: "Xuanming Manor is not what they claim to be, a hidden heritage."

"Their true identity is the 'Devil Cult of Heaven'."

"Our other junior brothers and sisters were not demoted to the outside of the village because of their lack of qualifications and had to go down the mountain. Instead, they became the materials for the Demon Cult to refine medicine for various reasons."

"They were eaten."

An Jing's thoughts swept across the entire formation, and his voice echoed in the hearts of all sixty-six survivors.

But at the first moment, not everyone could react to what An Jing said - they had just escaped from their inner demons and were still a little confused and at a loss.

For a moment, the entire ceremony was filled with the noisy voices of young boys and girls.

"I broke through my inner demon? No... Wait, what happened?!"

“Hahaha…hahahahaha! I survived! I succeeded! Mother! Father, did you see it?!”

"Sister Liu?! Don't die, don't die! Please... don't abandon me..."

"I, it seems like I had a dream... Did we successfully pass the trial? No, what kind of memory is this... This is, this is..."

After breaking free from their inner demons, everyone reacted differently.

Some were more perceptive and could probably get rid of their inner demons even without An Jing's help, but they were unable to awaken their fate. They noticed the other failed children who died beside them at the first moment and were immediately shocked.

Some were almost devoured by their inner demons, but after being rescued by An Jing, they were still in shock, their moods fluctuating, and they were actually a little crazy.

Some of them realized the death of their friends and companions at the first moment. They were extremely sad, and even their souls cried mournfully.

But soon, everyone heard An Jing's words and received the many memories from An Jing.

On a dark rainy night, lightning tore through the silence.

They seemed to have really experienced everything that An Jing had gone through, running in the rainstorm, searching in the manor, they lifted the stone cover with fear of the truth, with the weakness of begging for mercy from heaven and the cult, with the truth that they already knew, and with the courage of near despair.

They all saw the floating bone.

Saw the missing person.

Then they saw the dungeons and the slaughter in the dungeons, the hanging husks and corpses.

silence.

The red light illuminates the heart, and the peaceful soul connects with everyone through the altar.

At this moment, he could sense the emotions in everyone's heart. Some were like raging waves, some were extremely sad, some were dead silent as ice, and some were calm and silent, just confused.

Then, there are feedbacks one by one.

"No, it's impossible..."

Some young men and women who firmly believed that Xuanming Manor was their adopted parents said incoherently: "They can't possibly do this to us... The instructors and teachers are so kind to us..."

"How could it be, Ah Zhu..." Some people saw their familiar names in An Jing's memory, and their emotions suddenly got out of control: "Impossible! Ah Zhu is not dead, we will meet at the foot of the mountain! Senior Brother, you lied to me!? You are lying to me, right?!"

These people had reactions. Their hearts had not yet been thoroughly infected by the Demon Cult. They were subjected to such intense emotional stimulation. Seeing some of their longest-time friends die beside them, they knew that the friends they had thought were just leaving the mountain had already turned into medicinal mud...

This shock certainly completely broke their defenses, revealing their out-of-control and panicked side, but it also shattered the masks they had been wearing to cover up their inner selves.

But there are some who have been distorted by the evil cult and become extremely indifferent.

They were not disturbed by the death of anyone: although they lost many companions, everyone was prepared, right? When they risked their lives, didn't they think of this possibility?
They are the winners, and those who died, even those who turned into medicinal mud, are losers.

——Why should successful people empathize with losers?
But An Jing had anticipated this.

He himself was almost twisted by the evil cult, so how could he blame these 'indifferent' boys and girls? Not to mention, the evil cult did 'buy his life'. Even he couldn't deny this.

But he will resist, just like a captured rabbit or a bought crab, he will bite and pinch you.

So, An Jing spoke directly.

"Open your eyes and take a good look."

An Jing raised the sword in his hand and pointed it at the brothers and sisters who died after failing to awaken their fate. Their bodies were filled with wisps of black and red aura. These auras were blood. The pure life blood of the boys and girls gathered in the air and were then collected by the huge ritual formation to condense something in the distance. With the help of the power of the altar, which was most likely derived from the "Sword Spirit", An Jing mobilized the formation and led the consciousness of all the boys and girls to trace back along these wisps of blood. Soon, in almost an instant, their sight returned to Xuanming Manor and came to the fifth floor of the Medicine Pavilion, the main study of the Medicine Manor.

They saw a dark golden vessel.

In the vessel, the dark red aura condensed and finally solidified into plump and round pills that emitted a blood-red light and were crystal clear inside and out.

【Blood Pill Medicine】

In the study, there were two pharmacists who stayed behind to watch over the utensils. They watched the pure blood and energy condense into pills, not only were they not excited or greedy, but they were somewhat...

Somewhat dissatisfied.

"Why so little?"

A younger pharmacist frowned as he looked at the blood pill in the life-nourishing dish, and said with a bit of disdain, "So many people survived this trial?"

"The quality is indeed better this time than before." The older pharmacist looked towards the Xuanming Valley thoughtfully: "Just now I saw two beams of starlight connecting the ground to the sky. I'm afraid two people have awakened [Wonderful Life]!"

"You have only been in Xuanming Manor for a short time, so you don't know that the reason why the Imperial Star Demon Ceremony divided the 108 people into 12 groups is because there are too few people, and one person's heart cannot resist the power of the magic sword and the devil. If there are too many people, it is easy to interfere with each other and it is impossible to clearly define 'self'."

"During the ritual, every time a person dies in the group, the chances of the others being attacked by evil spirits will increase, and the chances of them realizing their own destiny will also increase."

"But if there is someone in the group whose mind is too strong, two situations may occur."

"One is that except for him, everyone else's mind and spirit are taken away by him, so they all die and become nutrients for his own achievement."

At this point, the old pharmacist smacked his lips and said with some regret: "The other kind is one whose heart is like a giant tree, casting a shadow over others, so they coexist."

"It seems that this time, our two masters are more friendly types... Although they will be rewarded with a lot of things, they are all from the owner of the manor and the head instructor."

"For us, it's really more economical than the blood pills that we might get."

"Yes." The young pharmacist remembered what the old pharmacist said and agreed with him: "Only by removing the branches can the trunk be strong. We don't need so many ordinary people alive. Leaving more than 20 people, or at most more than 40, is enough."

"For the others, it's useless to survive. Let alone those ordinary people without destiny, even if they have ordinary destiny, do we need to spend so much effort to cultivate them? Wouldn't it be awkward at that time? It's better for us pharmacists..."

Although it contains some elements of self-boasting, it is indeed true: fate is certainly a necessary factor for a martial artist to achieve inner strength, but even if one has fate, it does not mean that the person is good at martial arts and can achieve inner strength.

Especially the miscellaneous destinies that include everything, there are even inexplicable destinies such as "the laundry fairy", "the roast meat fairy" and "the cooking fairy" that bless washing clothes, roasting meat and cooking. The latter two can at least be cooks, but the former... do they really let people wash clothes?

Pharmacists look down on this kind of useless lives, not to mention that the rewards from above are illusory, while the blood pills are the benefits that they hold firmly in their hands.

The blood and energy dissipated, and the retrospection ended.

The bodies of the young boys and girls, whose blood had been drained out, began to decay rapidly and turned into mummies covered with skin and bones - it would not be long before these bodies turned into pure white bones, just like the corpses they saw when they arrived at the white sand land.

An Jing looked at all the silence, suppressing his anger and fear, knowing that he was just the soul of a beast.

"Next."

He said, "I don't say it, I do it."

"After that, those of you who want to go back to Xuanming Manor can go back, and those who want to follow me can follow me."

No one dared to refute An Jing who issued the announcement, and they obeyed subconsciously.

Perhaps this was the bitter fruit of Xuanming Manor's own doing - An Jing's outstanding performance made almost all the teaching instructors lazy, and there were too many courses and trainings that An Jing explained, taught and supervised on their behalf.

He walked with them over the mountains.

He drank and ate with them.

He trained and fought with them.

He taught martial arts, he explained the meaning of scriptures, he listened to people's troubles, and he comforted people.

At this point, the authority and courage of the eldest brother An Jing, and his control over all the boys and girls, have surpassed those of all lecturers and teachers.

"Wake up and form up!"

When An Jing gave orders.

There is no reason and no explanation is needed.

Everyone subconsciously obeyed An Jing's words.

In just a moment, all the boys and girls woke up from the dream of their inner demons. They were a little dazed, a little trance-like, and a little at a loss.

However, they saw the figure in front of them who was the first to stand up and pick up the weapon.

So they all stood up.

So they all took up their swords.

(End of this chapter)