Destiny is ashes

Chapter 43 Destiny (Thanks to the leader of the alliance!)

"Cough cough!"

Veins bulged on his forehead and the owner of the medicine shop coughed up blood. He gritted his teeth and pressed the major acupoints around his chest in an attempt to stop the bleeding, but he couldn't.

The strong heart beat violently, causing blood and fragments of internal organs to gush out of the wound.

The body of the Internal Strong Warrior was too strong and tough, causing the bullet to not penetrate through, but to instead spin and shatter inside, causing greater injuries and crushing more internal organs.

"He actually... died from this flying sword?!"

He knelt dejectedly on the ground, and the dark green poison returned to the owner of the medicine shop, filling his wounds in a last futile effort.

Staring at the Medicine Manor owner whose breath was rapidly fading in front of him, An Jing's tense heart finally relaxed a little - with the Medicine Manor owner's strength and reaction speed, if he took out the gun at the beginning, the cautious opponent would definitely see through the movement of the gun and he would not be able to aim at all, let alone hit him.

Although Huaixu does not have muskets, it has many powerful crossbows and hidden weapons. The most they can do is not recognize muskets as hidden weapons, but if they suspect that you are carrying a hidden weapon, a cautious warrior can definitely avoid it.

The only way to succeed is to take advantage of the moment when the other party thinks they have won and relax!
Seeing this scene, Bai Qinghan, who was planning to get closer, stopped in the distance, staring at the pistol in An Jing's hand.

At the last moment, the old man, whose face was already pale and almost dead, raised his head and stared at the pistol in An Jing's hand with his bloodshot and gradually blurred eyes: "What is this... a flying sword box?!"

The sword spirit and the owner of the medicine shop repeatedly mistook the musket for the flying sword magic, which made An Jing doubt whether the Huaixu Realm really had a sword box similar to the musket.

But now is not the time to talk nonsense. An Jing knows very well that the current owner of the medicine manor still has the ability to resist.

He would not move closer, but instead raised his hand and continued to pull the trigger without hesitation.

Bang bang bang bang bang bang bang!

Ten rounds of gunfire rang out again. The pupils of Medicine Manor Master's eyes shrank rapidly. He shouted loudly, forced a breath, and dragged his injured body to dodge - even in this state, he actually managed to dodge nine bullets. Only the last one, because of his injury, made him slow in movement and was hit. A large amount of blood spurted out of his shoulder, and he fell to the side.

An Jing was secretly shocked and took note of this point - as expected, even when on the verge of death, a warrior with strong internal strength can still burst out his strength for the last time!
But now, the owner of the medicine shop is really going to die.

He used his last bit of strength to look up at An Jing, his eyes filled with nostalgia, anger, relief, and hatred.

Perhaps he recalled the moment when he saw his friend's body many years ago, or he was thinking about An Jing's future, or he wanted to give some warnings as he was about to die, or he was feeling sad that An Jing had chosen a path he had never chosen.

But he couldn't say anything anymore, and he wasn't worthy of saying anything anymore.

The moment after he looked up, this evil old man, who didn't even have a name, tilted his head to one side and died.

At this moment, the entire Xuanming Valley and the entire white sand land were both noisy and quiet.

The terrifying demons in the distance have been defeated by the instructors and dissipated into demonic energy.

But the Demon Cult had no time to rest, because a group of Red Armored Guards had come from the rear and started another battle.

The Sons of Disaster who chose to stay were heading deep into the mountains under the guidance of several lecturers. The Demon Cult should have prepared a way to escape long ago, but An Jing's reversal and the surprise attack of the Red Armor Guards were too unexpected, so only a few people could use it.

In the distance, Xuanming Manor was burning fiercely, and the battle between the Red Armor Guards and the Demon Cult guards had entered a white-hot stage. For a moment, the aura of swords and knives was everywhere, spiritual flames and evil spirits were intertwined, and loud war roars and sounds of fighting resounded throughout the manor and valley.

But on the entire white sand ground, only An Jing and Bai Qinghan were left.

Speechless, silent.

Although An Jing had the opportunity to shoot and kill Medicine Manor Master only after he stopped Bai Qinghan, in fact, if Bai Qinghan wanted to, she always had the opportunity to hinder An Jing and help Medicine Manor Master suppress him.

But she didn't do that. Even now, she neither moved away nor got closer. She just stared at An Jing quietly, just like when An Jing first practiced with her.

“Qinghan… huh?!”

Holding two guns, An Jing wanted to say something to break the silence, but at this moment, he suddenly felt dizzy.

"Is this... medicine?!"

The world was spinning, An Jing gritted his teeth, took a step back, and felt extremely dizzy. He suddenly thought of the scene in which he was covered by the Netherworld Poison of the Medicine Manor Owner.

"Damn it, I forgot that the old man's real position is 'Deputy Envoy of the Medicine Hall'!"

The perspective rotates and turns upside down.

All I saw was a stretch of white sand and a rushing river.

Falling to the ground, An Jing smelled a faint smell of medicine. It was a potion mixed with poisonous evil spirits, a mixture of poisonous insects and poisonous plants, and it was the specialty of the owner of the medicine shop.

If An Jing had not taken out his gun and continued to fight with the owner of the medicine shop for a while, he would probably have been defeated and taken away by the other party without any effort.

Instead of being defeated by the enemy, he was knocked down by the effect of the drug. Before his mind gradually fell into chaos, An Jing saw a pair of plain white cloth shoes.

She approached slowly.

Then... the body was straightened.

A pair of hands were placed behind his back, and the cold spiritual energy spread up and down along the spine, following the circulation of the meridians, removing the effects of the medicine bit by bit, and gradually making An Jing's vision, which had been trapped in darkness, bright and clear.

This feeling was completely opposite to An Jing's own internal breath - An Jing's own internal breath was like hot molten iron flowing, while the cold breath was like a bowl of cold pond water drunk in the dog days of summer, transparent and refreshing. "...Why?" He murmured in a weak voice, puzzled: "Don't you want me to go with you?"

"If you are not sincere, then what's the point of taking you away?" Using the power of Xuanyin fate to help An Jing circulate his inner breath and expel the power of the medicine, the girl said calmly: "Since Xuanming Manor can't stop you now, then in the future, Tianyi Mountain will not be able to stop you either."

"Let's go, Big Brother."

After confirming that An Jing's condition had recovered, the hands left: "The owner of Yaozhuang was killed by you. I am weaker than you. I can't bring you back. This is normal."

"Besides, I think you're right."

"I shouldn't have chosen one of these two man-eating dragons...it's just that I hate Dachen too much."

"Big Brother, I really, really..."

“I hate it so much.”

——I will definitely make those high-handed guys pay the price.

silence.

There was only the sound of flowing water and the determined footsteps fading away.

"Thank you." An Jing said softly at the end, and he heard the footsteps that were leaving pause: "I should thank you."

"Thank you for teaching me how to read. Thank you for teaching me martial arts. Thank you for not killing me. Thank you for eating with me. Thank you for training with me. Thank you for never thinking of eating me..."

"Thank you...thank you for trusting me and treating me as a friend."

When An Jing opened his eyes again, Bai Qinghan had already left the white sand land.

——I’m sorry. Please also say sorry to Ye Qi and me. He could vaguely hear the last words spoken by the other party.

The sounds of fighting are still coming from the direction of Xuanming Manor, and I'm afraid it won't end before nightfall.

After An Jing completely eliminated the medicinal power left by the medicine manor owner in his body and stood up, he found a lot of small things from the medicine manor owner's body.

But at this moment he didn't have the energy to figure out what the specific effects of these things were, he just stuffed them into his arms.

"An Jing, you did a great job!"

It was at this time that he heard the sword spirit's excited voice: "You actually saved most of the people and stopped the Demon Cult, and no one came to disturb me!"

"I have now completely suppressed the remaining demon souls in the valley. You can enter and obtain my second fragment at the central altar!"

"Okay, I'll go right away."

An Jing responded, but found that he didn't seem as excited as he thought, and the sword spirit also noticed this: "Why? Your mood is a little fluctuating... more determined, but with a hint of doubt?"

"But don't worry. A heart is like a rusty sword, and it needs to be polished from time to time. If you don't mind, can you tell me what you are wondering about?"

"Hmm..." An Jing pondered for a few breaths, then slowly said: "Fu Xie, if in your era, if you thought there was something wrong with the world, what would you do?"

"kill."

Without any hesitation, the sword spirit said as a matter of course: "If you think the world is wrong, you have to correct it - but there will always be people who think that the world is right, and they can gain benefits from it and be the master of this world."

“They can’t even imagine what the ‘right’ and ‘better’ path would look like.”

"At that time, there was no point in saying anything. The only thing we could do was to use the sword to shut one party up completely."

"Kill, only kill!"

The sword is always murderous, because this is His God-given mission, this is His destiny.

"Yeah."

Hearing this, An Jing was silent for a while, but laughed with relief: "Sure enough, this..."

——My innate wisdom, my morality, my character, my talent... I see. As expected.

All of this, the factors that guide me to make these choices, everything comes together...

"It is my destiny."

Having said this, he turned around and walked towards the depths of the Xuanming Valley, his eyes firm again, more determined than before.

And behind An Jing, the scarlet halo and totems flowed and spread, transforming into blood-red stars.

The light of destiny made the boy's shadow extend in seven directions, as sharp as a sword.

——Just as I wish.

(End of this chapter)