I made the entire cultivation world cry

Chapter 170 Fortune and Misfortune (Bonus Chapter for 1000 Monthly Tickets in April)

Jiang Yi waited outside the temple for a while, and then Xin Wushuang returned alone, her eyes filled with confusion.

"Do you think I shouldn't get involved? But if I have to watch someone I could save die a horrible death... what use is my cultivation as an immortal?"

Jiang Yi smiled gently, like an elder, "We cultivate immortality for the sake of being carefree and doing whatever we want. Just remember, do good deeds, don't worry about the future, examine your own heart, and you will be clear-headed. Do what you want to do, and don't expect or care about the outcome. Don't let anything that happens take you to heart."

Xin Wushuang nodded, took a deep breath, relaxed his brows, and walked into Cangling Temple.

Jiang Yi glanced deeply in the direction the boy had left. Fortune and misfortune are intertwined; whether it is fortune or misfortune remains to be seen.

Xin Wushuang revealed his identity to the old Taoist priest and showed his identity token.

The old Taoist priest shuddered, his straight back bent, and an unnatural flush rose on his face.

His hands trembled as he bowed, his voice trembling, "I was unaware of the presence of the two immortal masters. I was blind to their greatness. Forgive me!"

He kept bowing and bowing, his trembling and fearful appearance causing Xin Wushuang to subconsciously take a half step back and look at Jiang Yi helplessly.

The old Taoist priest in front of him was at least fifty or sixty years old, old enough to be Xin Wushuang's grandfather, but at this moment he was trembling like a child who had done something wrong, which made Xin Wushuang feel very uncomfortable.

Jiang Yi stepped forward at the opportune moment, gently squeezed Xin Wushuang's wrist, and said to the old Taoist priest in a low voice, "Prepare a quiet room, and then call the abbot to come and see you."

"Yes, yes, yes!" The old Taoist nodded vigorously, bowing even lower. "There is a fine quiet room in the backyard. I will lead the way."

The old Taoist priest walked very fast along the way, and frequently looked back to make sure the two of them were keeping up.

As he passed through the corridor, he grabbed a young Taoist priest and whispered a few words in his ear. Upon hearing this, the young priest's eyes widened, and he stumbled and ran toward the meditation room where the abbot was in seclusion.

After leading the two to the side room, the old Taoist lingered, reluctant to leave. His rough fingers twisted the hem of his clothes, his eyes glancing at Jiang Yi from time to time, his Adam's apple bobbing up and down, just like a child waiting for a treat.

Jiang Yi took out a low-grade spirit stone from her waist. "Thank you for your hard work. You can go now."

The old Taoist priest's eyes lit up when he saw this, and he vigorously wiped his hands on his Taoist robe before daring to take it.

The moment the spirit stone fell into his palm, he trembled, and an astonishing light burst forth from his cloudy eyes.

"Thank you, Immortal Master! Thank you, Immortal Master!"

The old Taoist priest clutched the spirit stone tightly to his chest, as if it were a priceless treasure. The spiritual energy within the stone would allow him to attempt to break through to the Qi Refining realm.

So what if he doesn't have spiritual roots? What if he succeeds? How can he be content without trying? All these years of cultivation have been for this.
From then on, he transcended the mortal realm and became an immortal, gaining longevity and becoming a high-ranking cultivator.

Little did he know that Qi Refining cultivators were still ants in the entire cultivation world, just like the ignorant mortals in his eyes.

Watching the old Taoist priest walk away, Jiang Yi shook his head slightly.

Some Qi Refining cultivators enjoy interacting with mortals, indulging in the feeling of having the power of life and death and being flattered.

Jiang Yi disliked it very much, so she rarely went to the mortal world.

Xin Wushuang sat at the table in the side room, lost in thought, seemingly still pondering what had just happened. During this period, cultivators, due to the series of changes brought about by abstaining from grains, would inevitably become sensitive and thoughtful.

She was no exception, but after cultivating the Way of Laziness, she would subconsciously remind herself not to think, and she never showed it outwardly.

Before long, the abbot arrived in a hurry. He was a male cultivator in his thirties at the seventh level of Qi Refining. His face was ordinary but showed a certain composure. He was dressed similarly to the other Taoists in the temple, in a simple and capable blue cotton Taoist robe.

He glanced at the two women briefly, knowing they were direct disciples of the sect, but unaware that they had already established their foundations. He bowed respectfully and fearfully to Jiang Yi and Xin Wushuang, saying, "I am Hu Qiyuan. I greet you two senior sisters. May I ask what brings you here?"

"Where is the original abbot?" Xin Wushuang asked, standing up.

Hu Qiyuan sighed, "Senior Brother Wen sacrificed himself two years ago while investigating the Mengxian Sect's headquarters."

Jiang Yi's pupils trembled slightly, and Xin Wushuang also remained silent for a moment.

Hu Qiyuan invited the two to sit down again and poured them tea. Before he could speak, Xin Wushuang asked again, "The Cangling Sect established its temples here precisely to protect this region. Why did you refuse to help those mortals seeking medicine?"

Hu Qiyuan's expression froze, his lips moved slightly as if he wanted to explain, his eyes flickered with unspeakable secrets, and finally he let out a helpless sigh.

"This matter cannot be explained in just a few words."

Jiang Yi chimed in, "Just now, my junior sister gave the young man who was asking for medicine a Nourishing Yuan Pill. I wonder if that broke the rules here?"

"what?!"

Upon hearing this, the abbot's expression changed drastically. Without bothering to explain, he turned and strode away.

Xin Wushuang frowned and immediately followed Hu Qiyuan.

Night had fallen, and the three of them walked through increasingly deserted streets and alleys until they arrived at a dilapidated thatched hut on the edge of Shiqiao Town.

The surroundings were deathly silent, and a strong stench of blood seeped from the thatched hut.

Hu Qiyuan pushed open the door and saw the boy who had asked for medicine lying in a pool of blood, with a hideous hole in his chest still gushing blood.

The seriously ill father on the bed had a deep, bone-revealing knife wound on his neck and had been dead for some time.

The boy's right hand was cut off and left aside, the severed hand still clenched tightly, as if someone had forcibly pried open his fingers and snatched something from him.

Jiang Yi remained calm, her gaze sweeping over the signs of a struggle and scattered footprints inside the room, before letting out a sigh.

"How could this be? I clearly gave it to him secretly, without anyone noticing, and it was just a very ordinary Nourishing Essence Pill."

Xin Wushuang was struck dumb, her breath catching in her throat. She stared intently into the boy's unseeing eyes, her fingers digging deep into her palms.

"Why... why..."

For the first time, Xin Wushuang's voice trembled so badly that it became incoherent.

"I wanted to save them... I killed them, it was me..."

"Wushuang!"

Jiang Yi shouted in a deep voice, startling Xin Wushuang, who suddenly looked up at her. A 'Heart-Cleansing Technique' descended from above, and the cool energy stabilized Xin Wushuang's restless true energy, allowing her to gradually calm down.

"Wushuang, do you remember what I told you?"

"Do good deeds and don't worry about the future. Examine your own heart, and you will find clarity." Xin Wushuang repeated mechanically.

Jiang Yi nodded, "Your intentions were good, the fault is not yours, do not punish yourself for the evil of others."

Xin Wu's eyes were dim, he lowered his head and still bit his lip in self-reproach.

"My two senior sisters have lived on the immortal mountain for a long time and are unaware of the evil people and deeds in the mortal world. A martial arts manual can stir up a bloodbath, let alone a single immortal pill? In the eyes of my two senior sisters, the Nourishing Yuan Pill is worthless, but these mortals do not understand. They only know that the medicine of immortal cultivators can cure all diseases and prolong life!"

Hu Qiyuan let out a long sigh and looked out of the thatched hut, following the bloody footprints on the ground.

"I fear that this father and son will not be the only ones to die for this tonight."

Xin Wushuang clenched her fist and walked out, "I'm going to find the pills!"

"Wushuang!"

Jiang Yi called out to her, but it was too late.

Left with no other choice, Jiang Yi released Hong Li, letting it use its illusion magic to transform into an ordinary cat and follow Xin Wushuang to retrieve the elixir.

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