I made the entire cultivation world cry

Chapter 192 Uncurable (Bonus Chapter for Remaining April Tickets)
Xiao Wujiu, wearing an overcoat, let the two people outside into the courtyard. After Jiang Yi came downstairs, the hunter Zhao Da rushed in front of her. With just one look from her, Zhao Da retreated in a huff.

Aunt Zhao held the unconscious little girl and cried through her tears. Jiang Yi placed her hand on the forehead of six-year-old Sui Sui. Yesterday, the little girl was learning to read at Xiao Wujiu's place and chased after Bai Yu to ride the goose. Bai Yu pecked her and made her cry. In the end, Bai Yu spun her around and danced to coax her back to health.

At this moment, Sui Sui's brows were furrowed, her face was full of fear, and her body was constantly shrinking, trapped in a nightmare.

"You haven't worshipped the Pillow Fairy again, have you?" Jiang Yi asked first.

Aunt Zhao shook her head. "Ever since you explained the reason to us, Dr. Jiang, we burned the image of the Pillow Fairy and dared not worship it anymore. But Sui Sui has been having frequent nightmares since last year. Sometimes we can wake her up, and sometimes we can't. What's going on?"

Jiang Yi pondered. At first, she thought it was because she had worshipped the Pillow Fairy that Aunt Zhao burned the Pillow Fairy's image and woke Sui Sui up in her dream.

Now it seems it wasn't because of the fairy in the pillow, but rather because Sui Sui saw the water ghost in her dream.

Jiang Yi burned yellow paper and scorched Sui Sui's forehead to wake the child.

"Mother, save me, save me—"

As soon as Sui Sui woke up, she cried and screamed. Aunt Zhao quickly hugged the child tightly and comforted her gently, "Mom is here, Mom is holding you. Open your eyes and look, Dr. Jiang and Mr. Xiao are both here. It's a dream, just a dream."

"Aunt Zhao, take Sui Sui home first. I'll go to the lakeside behind the mountain and give you an answer later."

"Thank you, Dr. Jiang. Thank you, Dr. Jiang."

Aunt Zhao carried Sui Sui and left first. Jiang Yi was about to go out when Xiao Wujiu quickly grabbed the oil-paper umbrella from the wall. "Senior, take the umbrella. It's definitely going to rain today. I'll go with you."

"Dr. Jiang, I'm..."

Hunter Zhao Da came closer, rolled up his sleeves to reveal his arms covered in festering sores that looked like snake scales, and he grimaced in pain.

Jiang Yi glanced at him and said, "Come see me with your wife this afternoon. If you come alone, I can't cure this illness!"

After saying that, Jiang Yi grabbed her umbrella and went out.

Hunter Zhao was baffled. "The illness is on my body, what does it have to do with my wife?"

……

The sky was overcast, distant rumbles of thunder echoed, and a damp wind carrying the fishy smell of the lake blew in.

The lake was dark and Xiao Wujiu couldn't see anything, but in Jiang Yi's eyes, the lake surface had an unnatural bluish-black hue and was shrouded in a layer of mist.

This is evil spirits and resentment; it's common in bodies of water where people have drowned.

But the yin energy in the lake was much stronger than when she last passed by, as if something was secretly nourishing it.

Just as she was pondering, Bai Yu emerged from the reeds, a wet piece of red paper in its mouth. It flapped its wings and ran to Jiang Yi's feet, dropped the paper, and tilted its head to look at her.

It was an exquisite paper figure, cut into the shape of a child. The edges were wrinkled from being soaked in water, but the delicate patterns could still be vaguely seen.

The eerie aura lingering on the paper figure was identical to that in the lake. Jiang Yi turned to Xiao Wujiu and asked, "Who cut this?"

Xiao Wujiu's expression was complicated. "It's Liu Niang. Three years ago, her daughter drowned in this lake. Since then, she has started cutting paper figures and putting them into the lake, saying that she was afraid her daughter would be locked up by a water ghost and that the paper figures would take her daughter's place."

The case is solved. It was this thing that nourished the evil energy at the bottom of the lake, which was hooking Sui Sui's soul.

Jiang Yi clenched the paper figure, and the red paper turned to ashes in her palm. "She's raising a ghost. If this continues, all the children in the village will end up like Sui Sui. Please, help me invite Lady Liu here."

As soon as Xiao Wujiu left, raindrops began to fall on her face. Jiang Yi opened the umbrella that Xiao Wujiu had given her, only to find that it was broken. Apart from the zither, nothing in this guy's house was in good condition; even the teacups had chips.

Before long, Xiao Wujiu, holding an umbrella, helped a woman who looked somewhat insane, with disheveled hair and a haggard appearance, to walk over.

The woman was still holding the paper figure she had just cut out, muttering something to herself.

"Fang'er, my Fang'er..."

Xiao Wujiu said, "Liu Niang has been insane for several years, I'm afraid you won't get any information out of her."

"No need to ask."

As soon as he finished speaking, Jiang Yi raised his hand and knocked Liu Niang unconscious, sending her straight into a dream.

……

It was the same lake, its water as black as ink, with countless little figures cut from red paper floating on its surface, rising and falling with the waves.

In the middle of the lake, a small, thin girl was entangled by several dark figures. These figures tore at her soul like snakes. The girl cried silently, but could not utter a sound.

On the shore, Liu Niang, with her hair disheveled, knelt on the ground, her hands trembling as she cut out new paper figures.

With each cut she made, a drop of blood seeped from her fingertips. The blood fell onto the paper figure, turning into a wisp of black mist that drifted towards the heart of the river, nourishing the water ghosts that were tearing at the girl.

"Don't take Fang'er away! I'll cut out paper figures for you, lots and lots of paper figures, just let my Fang'er go..."

"Liu Niang," Jiang Yi called out.

The woman suddenly looked up, her eyes bloodshot and her face streaked with tears. "You can see my Fang'er, can't you? My Fang'er is still here, she's not dead, she's still here..."

Jiang Yi didn't know who she was in Liu Niang's eyes, and only said coldly, "Your paper doll, carrying your obsession, has been feeding these water ghosts. Her soul is being torn apart by the water ghosts, and she is in so much pain that she can't even cry out, but you can't hear it." Liu Niang trembled, and the scissors in her hand clattered to the ground.

"No! I'm trying to save her! Give my life to the water ghost, let me die in her place, okay?..."

The water surface suddenly churned, and the girl's soul was torn apart even more violently by the water ghost, letting out a silent scream.

Jiang Yi frowned slightly, and the Tian Shu Star Sword in his sea of ​​consciousness silently slashed at the water ghost in the river's heart.

The water ghost wailed and vanished, and the girl's soul finally broke free of its restraints, but it was already so weak that it was almost transparent.

Jiang Yi removed the wooden branch from the hairpin, raised her hand, and sealed Fang'er's remnant soul into the hairpin.

Liu Niang lunged forward to snatch it, but Jiang Yi grabbed her shoulder.

"She's been in pain for three years, how much longer are you going to keep her trapped?"

Liu Niang collapsed to the ground, sobbing uncontrollably, "But without her... how am I supposed to live..."

Jiang Yi handed the peach wood hairpin to her, saying, "Your obsession is like an abyss; if you can't escape it, she will never be able to be reborn. If you truly care about her, you should send her to her death."

……

Jiang Yi opened her eyes. The rain was still falling. She took the wooden hairpin off her head and placed it in the hand of Liu Niang, who was slowly waking up.

As Liu Niang slowly awoke, the moment her fingertips touched the wooden hairpin, everything from her dream rushed back like a tide.

Black river, red paper, daughter's tearful pleas...

She gripped the hairpin tightly, then collapsed to the ground, sobbing uncontrollably, "Fang'er... my Fang'er... how can I live without you..."

Xiao Wujiu stood to the side and asked Jiang Yi in a low voice, "Is it resolved?"

Jiang Yi rubbed her temples, her voice weary, "That's all I can do. The rest is up to her to decide."

The pain of separation from loved ones lies not in the separation itself, but in the attempt to hold them back.

As the rain intensified, a thin mist rose from the lake. Jiang Yi resisted the remaining Blood River Lock's restraints and forcefully mobilized his true essence to unleash 'Spring Rain'.

In an instant, the raindrops on the lake surface were tinged with a lustrous blue light. The evil energy melted away quickly, like snow meeting boiling water. The evil resentment accumulated in the lake was also completely cleansed. Even if Liu Niang threw red paper figures into the lake again, it would no longer attract water ghosts to bewitch the children in the village.

But this is only temporary. If more people die in the lake in the long run, new evil spirits and resentments will inevitably accumulate.

On their way back, passing by the home of hunter Zhao Da, Jiang Yi and Xiao Wujiu could hear the sound of dishes breaking on the ground and the helpless cries of a child from a distance.

Zhao shouted angrily, "So all this time you've been poisoning me, you poisonous woman!"

The woman roared in grief and anger, "When you pushed my brother off the cliff and pretended it was an accident, you should have known this day would come!"

"How many times do you want me to explain? I didn't push him, it was an accident. Do you think I don't regret it? I've regretted it for ten years, regretting that I didn't jump down with him. But if I died, what would happen to you and the child?!"

"I don't believe you! You can't fool me!"

"You... if you hate me so much, why don't you just poison me to death in one go!"

"me……"

"Dad, Mom, please stop arguing, I'm scared..."

Resentment is like a snake; it devours others and also devours itself.

Jiang Yi remained silent as she walked past the Zhao family. She knew she couldn't cure Zhao Da's illness. Even though she was a cultivator and could cure all sorts of strange poisons with a single spell, she couldn't cure this 'heart poison'.

Even she herself did not expect that, after living in this small village for only a few months, she, a cultivator who was omnipotent in the eyes of mortals, would experience so many helpless and powerless things.

"What day of the fifth month is it today?" Jiang Yi asked Xiao Wujiu, who was following behind her.

"The ninth day."

As the downpour subsided, Jiang Yi stopped to close his umbrella and looked southeast. A seven-colored rainbow stretched across the sky, the direction of which was the location of the Xuan Ying Sword Sect.

"Xiao Wujiu, could you help me prepare some incense, candles, paper money, and a jar of wine?"

The ninth day of the fifth lunar month is the anniversary of the deaths of my junior fellow students.

She used to be too afraid to face it, and she had secretly told herself that she would take the head of the person in charge of the Dream Fairy Sect and then go to worship them.

now……

She must avenge her grudges against the Dream Fairy Sect and the Demon Clan, but she cannot remain trapped and let hatred become a shackle.

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