Daqian Night Emperor

Chapter 344 Memories that do not belong to Zhao Guanxiang

"Guji... Guji..."

The slender pale arm kept fluttering in the flesh and blood, and a faint yellow mist emanated from the palm, constantly wandering in Zhao Guanxiang's meridians.

That force, like oil or thick ointment, flowed upwards and headed towards the Niwan Palace inside the head.

Hatred, murderous intent, frustration... In an instant, it seemed as if all the negative emotions exploded in his mind, corroding his reason and invading his will.

Zhao Guanxiang had already taken out the pill bottle from his arms. He only needed to open the stopper, pour out a white pill and swallow it to restore his sanity.

Just a little bit...

But in the end, the pill bottle fell weakly from his hand and hit the ground with a crisp breaking sound, and finally broke into pieces on the ground. The white pills wrapped in wax inside also scattered on the ground and fell into the dust.

Zhao Guanxiang's consciousness was being stripped away bit by bit, and he gradually lost control of his body.

"Don't let that thing enter the upper dantian..."

"Hold on to your mind, hold on, hold on..."

He gritted his teeth, his eyes were wide open, his whole face was flushed red, veins on his forehead kept jumping, and he looked extremely ferocious.

His consciousness was still clear, but the things in front of him gradually became blurry.

Suddenly, Zhao Guanxiang's consciousness entered a mysterious state.

He couldn't feel the existence of his body, but he felt that he was everywhere.

He seemed to have turned into a ball of "gas", surrounded by countless colorful mists.

He tried to touch one of the fog balls, and the fog gradually dissipated, finally revealing a piece of light and shadow.

"Son, that's Young Master Zhao, don't be rude to him."

That was his memory of the first time he met his adoptive father.

He was still young at that time and followed his father to Hailing County to attend Zhao Qi'an's banquet.

When he was young, he was playful and was playing with his sister at the table. He accidentally bumped into Zhao Qian'an, and the candied haws in his hand even stained the luxurious clothes of the young master Haiqing.

He remembered how his father, who was usually quite dignified, looked terrified in front of Zhao Qi'an that day. And the big shots of Yangzhou who were usually mentioned by his father and surrounded Zhao Qi'an were even more terrified and didn't even dare to breathe.

Zhao Qi'an didn't do anything to him. He just touched his head and told him softly, "It's okay."

That scene left a very deep impression on the young boy, and he still cannot forget it to this day.

Zhao Guanxiang's consciousness once again touched a ball of blood-colored fog. After the fog dissipated, a fragment of memory emerged again.

"Why are my father, my mother, my little sister...they all going to die?"

The scene in my memory is heavy rain and dark clouds covering the sky.

He was only seven years old. He knelt in the rain in front of his family's grave, tears streaming down his face and gritting his teeth.

Zhao Qi'an stood beside him holding an umbrella to shield him from the wind and rain. Hearing this, he replied, "Because this world is missing something."

"What's missing?"

"justice."

"Then I will do justice in this world!"

The picture finally froze at the moment when Zhao Qi'an bent down and gently stroked his head.

As gentle as when we first met.

Zhao Guanxiang remembered this scene for many years, and it is still fresh in his memory today.

That was the scene twelve years ago when he was adopted as Zhao Qi'an's son.

Zhao Guanxiang continued to come into contact with clusters of fog of different colors, and also saw fragments of memories hidden beneath the fog.

There is a memory of when he was in the Health Preservation Hall, his hands were covered with blisters due to sword practice, and Zhao Nishang held a candle and picked out the blisters for him in the middle of the night.

There is the memory that he left Yangshengtang secretly to participate in the assessment of Xuntianjian despite Zhao Nishang's obstruction.

There are memories of him being disliked by his superiors and ostracized by his colleagues in the Astronomical Survey Office because of his personality, and suffering a lot...

"These are all me."

"This is... Niwan Palace!"

Zhao Guanxiang seemed to have a sudden realization.

Until... he came into contact with a ball of transparent, gelatinous fog.

The fog dissipated, and what emerged was an unfamiliar memory.

In my memory, He sat high on the altar, holding a scepter in his hand, with no facial features, looking down at all living beings without any joy or sorrow.

Beneath the altar, countless devout believers are kneeling on the ground and worshipping.

"No seeing, no thinking, no speech, no hearing - this is called no delusion."

"When the seven sufferings are extinguished and the seven emotions are forgotten, this is called non-delusion."

"At the beginning of time, the pure and the turbid mixed together, and this was the beginning of nothingness..."

Countless chants rang in his ears, pious and holy.

The lascivious sound escaped from that fragment of memory and slowly spread to the entire spiritual world.

The colorful fog balls in the Niwan Palace began to turbulently dissipate. The originally bright colors of the fog balls seemed to be affected, fading little by little, and gradually becoming similar to this transparent, gelatinous fog ball.

Along with it, Zhao Guanxiang's emotions also faded away.

But in the next moment, Zhao Guanxiang's heart was filled with alarm.

"No, this is not my memory!"

Under the influence of his will, all the colored fog in the spiritual world began to gather and merge with each other, and finally transformed into the image of Zhao Guanxiang himself and appeared in this spiritual world.

And those colorless, gelatinous fogs also began to gather, and finally transformed into the faceless man holding power in the strange memory.

When Zhao Guanxiang's spirit body saw the faceless man holding the scepter, he was startled:
"This is……"

In the spiritual state, all his past memories became extremely clear, and he instantly recalled what the National Master said when he was repairing the injuries to his foundation.

"To repair the damage to the foundation of Taoism, you need 'holy bones', and the holy bones in your body come from the 'Lord of the Unforeseen'."

"You will gain some of the magical powers of the Lord of Unforgettable, but this is not a good thing. If you cannot expel this spirituality from your body before you gain the third-grade magical power, you will eventually be replaced by the Lord of Unforgettable."

Ever since the Imperial Master repaired his injuries to his foundation, Zhao Guanxiang never felt that there was anything wrong with his body. That was why he had long forgotten the Imperial Master's reminder.

But now, the appearance of the faceless man in his spiritual world was enough to prove that the national teacher's warning was not groundless.

The disadvantages of accepting the holy remains... are finally beginning to surface!

"Boom boom..."

Just when Zhao Guanxiang was in doubt, his spiritual world began to tremble.

At the edge of this world, black viscous liquid began to overflow, as if to corrode this spiritual world.

This is the power of the child corpse!

The power of the child corpse finally opened his Niwan Palace and began to erode his spiritual world.

Just when Zhao Guanxiang was about to make a move, the faceless man opposite his spiritual body moved before him.

The faceless man slowly raised the scepter in his hand, and a brilliant light burst out from the top of the scepter.

This brilliant light instantly enveloped Zhao Guanxiang's spirit body, causing him to fall into a brief state of unconsciousness. Vaguely, he heard a child's "crying" beside his ear.

He also felt a powerful and terrifying consciousness that lingered on him for a moment.

The next moment, a feeling of dizziness came over me...

……

In the Xie family courtyard, dead bodies were scattered all over the ground, and blood was flowing all over the ground and gathered in the low-lying areas.

At this moment, one of the corpses on the ground suddenly moved his fingers.

A moment later, a figure slowly sat up from the corpses on the ground.

Zhao Guanxiang opened his eyes and looked around in confusion.

Everywhere I looked, there were corpses.

The people he brought with him... were all killed. Someone even slashed another colleague's shoulder and neck with a knife, and he himself was stabbed through the back by another colleague.

As for those members of the Xie family, their deaths were even more miserable, with their intestines spilling out all over the floor, but the daggers that killed them were held in their own hands, making it seem like they had committed suicide.

“Wow, wow…”

The crying of the child gradually brought Zhao Guanxiang back to consciousness. He slowly turned his head and saw the corpse of the child who had come back to life sitting in a pool of blood, crying loudly as if he had been frightened by something.

The child's corpse was still wearing the same shroud, and the exposed skin was as pale as if covered with a thick layer of lead powder. His two little hands were covered in blood, and his mouth was full of blood, but he was crying like a child.

The noisy crying gave Zhao Guanxiang a splitting headache.

He held the Evil-Slaying Knife in his hand, and slowly climbed up despite his weak body. Then he gripped the hilt of the knife tightly and walked towards the howling child's corpse.

Finally, the knife was raised high, and the hand fell...

"laugh!"

A streak of black blood splashed into the air.

……

“H-H-H-…”

Outside Changxi County, Jiang Ping'er led her elite troops and rushed to the outside of Xie's mansion on horseback.

After arriving at Xie's house, she dismounted and rushed towards the gate of Xie's house, shouting anxiously as she ran: "Observe the signs!"

"Don't come in!"

As soon as she rushed to the door of Xie's house, a strong smell of blood hit her in the face.

At the same time, Zhao Guanxiang's voice was heard in the courtyard.

Jiang Ping'er stopped at the gate of Xie's house and looked inside. For an instant, her mind went blank and her breathing stopped.

The courtyard was filled with dead bodies!
Such miserable conditions were something that even Jiang Ping'er, who had been a bandit for most of her life, had never seen before.

Zhao Guanxiang was covered in blood, holding a knife in one hand and supporting his waist with the other. There was a huge bloody hole on his waist, and blood was constantly flowing out.

Zhao Guanxiang seemed very nervous and shouted loudly: "Don't come in, go to Tianyuan County and ask General Ling to bring the Demon Suppression Tower!"

Jiang Ping'er nodded solemnly, then turned around and left in a swift and decisive manner:
"Uncle Long, Uncle Hu, follow me to Tianyuan County!"

"The rest of you, surround this Xie Mansion and don't let even a fly escape!"

……

Inside the courtyard, Zhao Guanxiang held the evil-killing knife in his hand and looked at the headless child corpse in front of him with a serious expression.

The child's head rolled to the ground, but it shrank and withered at a speed visible to the naked eye, and finally turned into a pool of black dirty blood.

At the same time, the headless cavity was constantly wriggling with flesh and blood at the broken neck, and a new head was "growing" at a speed visible to the naked eye.

This strange and terrifying scene made Zhao Guanxiang hold his breath, and his face became solemn.

When a warrior reaches the third level of magical power, he will have the power to regenerate severed limbs, and there will no longer be any such thing as "vital points" in the conventional sense.

Even if your heart is broken or your head is chopped off, it will take time to recover.

But even for a powerful warrior who has been promoted from a Nine-Pattern Yuantai, it is impossible for his head to grow as fast as this child's corpse.

What...is this thing?
"Wow...wow..."

When the child's head grew out again, the familiar crying sound rang out again.

Zhao Guanxiang's heart tightened involuntarily, and he gripped the knife handle with greater force, waiting for the child's corpse to move unusually so that he could chop off its head again with one blow.

However, the next moment, something happened that he did not expect.

The child corpse looked at him with its blood-red pupils, and stretched out its hands towards him while crying.

The moment it approached, Zhao Guanxiang's whole body tensed up and he almost swung his sword at it.

But after the child corpse approached him, it did not attack him. It just raised its head, stretched out its hands, and kept crying like a wail.

That action... was like an ordinary child, when seeing his father, stretching out his hands and wanting to be embraced by his father.

Zhao Guanxiang couldn't help but feel a strange feeling in his heart.

Outrageous!

Just at this moment, a loud thunder suddenly sounded in the sky.

Zhao Guanxiang suddenly looked up at the sky, and saw a flash of lightning across the sky, hitting the courtyard of Xie Mansion squarely, right in front of him.

The light faded away, and a figure appeared.

Ling Fang was wearing a golden armor, holding a palm-sized tower in his right hand, with arcs of lightning lingering on the scales.

Zhao Guanxiang immediately breathed a sigh of relief and was about to step forward to salute.

But at this moment, the child's corpse suddenly became manic, making a sharp and piercing explosion, and then took a deep breath. A big bulge appeared in the mouth and throat like a toad, and yellow smoke began to escape from the nasal cavity.

Zhao Guanxiang was immediately startled: "General, be careful!"

At this critical moment, Ling Fang slowly raised his hand and uttered softly:

"Unmoving as a mountain!"

As the words fell, the air seemed to become sticky, and a powerful gravity was instantly applied to the child's corpse, causing its body to be pressed to the ground with a loud bang, and a deep pit was instantly pressed out of the earth.

"Woooo..."

The child corpse tried hard to struggle to get up from the ground, but it seemed as if there was a huge mountain weighing thousands of pounds on its back, pressing it so hard that it could not move.

It was only at this time that Ling Fang looked around and saw the dead bodies all over the yard. His expression did not change much. Finally, his eyes fell on Zhao Guanxiang and asked, "What happened?"

Zhao Guanxiang said bitterly: "I failed in my duty. I didn't investigate for a while and was ambushed by the thieves. So many brothers were killed or injured..."

He told the whole story of what happened to the Xie family without hiding anything.

At the end of his words, he knelt on one knee, bowed his head and said: "The deaths of the brothers are all due to my negligence. Please punish me, General."

Ling Fang's eyes fell on the corpse of the child in the deep pit nearby and said, "You did make a mistake, but being able to capture this holy fetus alive can be considered a good thing."

"but……"

He looked at Zhao Guanxiang again, his eyes somewhat confused: "How come you are still alive after encountering the Holy Fetus?"

Ling Fang knew very well what the holy fetus was.

Precisely for this reason, he was very puzzled as to why Zhao Guanxiang, a young man who had just entered the celestial realm, could survive after encountering this holy fetus?
(End of this chapter)