White Bone Demon Trail

Chapter 60 Food Resentment

After some deliberation, Bai Wuxiang decided to take action.

If you let such a strange and monstrous creature go free, you might not even realize when it comes to take revenge.

The consequences will be endless and the harm will be immeasurable.

Just like the Black Python Demon of yesteryear, the enmity remained unresolved, and the karmic debt persisted until it was completely settled. Now that the other party has become a Xuan Jiao, this karmic debt might trigger its own tribulation when he undergoes tribulation to attain enlightenment.

Bai Wuxiang reached out and caught the black crow that fell from the sky, stroked its wings, and said with a smile, "Come down the mountain with me."

A cold wind blew through the mountains and forests, and his figure disappeared from the spot.

At the foot of the mountain, a thick fog rose from a pile of weeds. The fog was so thick that it slowly dissipated as dawn broke.

The original spot had unknowingly become a small courtyard of a farmer in the mountains.

A fence enclosed three thatched wooden houses, some vegetables were planted in front of the yard, and an osmanthus tree stood in the yard. Under the tree, a man was loosening the soil in the vegetable garden with a hoe.

After doing farm work for a while, the man went into the kitchen to light a fire and cook porridge, and wisps of smoke rose from the chimney of the earthen house.

Dark clouds covered the sky, the sun was getting darker, and it looked like it was going to rain.

After cooking a pot of vegetable porridge, the man brought it into the house, and then hurriedly gathered up the sweet potatoes that were drying on the ground in the yard.

"Bang bang bang~"

There was a knocking sound at the fence gate outside the yard.

The man wearing a headscarf wiped the sweat from his forehead before answering, "Who is it?"

He opened the door and found no one around, except for a pair of exquisitely crafted red embroidered shoes on the ground.

"Who left these shoes?" The man picked them up and examined them for a moment, muttering, "Such beautiful embroidered shoes and nobody wants them? Well then, I, Da Niu, can have them."

As he spoke, he picked up the red embroidered shoes and happily took them into the house. Inside, a haggard-looking woman lay on the bed. Seeing the pair of red shoes in Da Niu's hand, she couldn't help but ask, "Da Niu, where did these shoes come from?"

"Hehe, I found these outside. Xiuer, try them on and see if they look good?" Da Niu laughed as he brought the shoes to the bedside.

Xiuer touched the shoes and sighed, "These shoes are nice, but my feet are broken and I can no longer walk. They're useless to me. I'll go to town tomorrow and sell them for money."

"That's fine. But why don't you try them on? They're so beautiful, I've never seen shoes like them before in my life." Da Niu said, and then took the initiative to put them on her.

The red embroidered shoes with mandarin ducks looked quite suitable on her fair and delicate feet.

"Hehe, look, it really looks good." Da Niu laughed happily.

"What's the use of being pretty? I'll be lying in bed for the rest of my life." Xiu'er gave a bitter smile, still looking depressed.

Seeing this, Da Niu's smile faded, and he could only turn around and go back to his work.

The sky was overcast, and the afternoon passed in gloomy weather. The rain finally started to fall at night.

"Boom~"

A flash of lightning streaked across the sky, illuminating the dark room. Da Niu was startled awake by the thunder. Turning around, he saw a figure sitting motionless on the edge of the bed with his back to him.

"Xiuer, why did you get out of bed?" Da Niu turned over to get out of bed, but unexpectedly the figure slowly turned its neck, and the head was strangely facing him, but the body below the neck did not move at all.

"Boom~"

Thunder rumbled, and lightning illuminated Xiu'er's fairly pretty face. A smile appeared on her extremely pale face, a smile that stretched her mouth to an almost exaggerated degree as she grinned at Da Niu.

Even the bravest person would be terrified at the sight of this.

But Da Niu didn't react at all, as if he hadn't noticed anything strange. He simply reached out and twisted the head back, saying, "What if you hurt your neck like that? Turn it back."

However, in his twist, he twisted the head off. Da Niu stared blankly for a moment at the sight of the head separated from the body in his hand, and then put the head back on Xiu'er's body.

"See, I told you that twisting your body like that will hurt your head."

Da Niu got out of bed and said with a smile.

“Yes, you’re right.” Xiu’er, whose head had been put back on, actually spoke.

Da Niu was not surprised at all. He only noticed the embroidered shoes on her feet and frowned, saying, "It's not even dawn yet. Why are you getting out of bed with your shoes on?"
"Come on, take off your shoes."

As he spoke, Da Niu squatted down, a strange smile appearing on his face.

Seeing this, Hongxiu finally realized something was wrong, and the pair of red embroidered shoes tried to escape.

But Da Niu's hand had already pressed down on the embroidered shoe. He said he wanted to take off the shoe, but he didn't move an inch.

"Ah~"

A sharp, piercing sound suddenly rang out, and a woman in red with waist-length black hair appeared behind Da Niu. The woman stretched out her ten fingers and stabbed down like needles.

Unexpectedly, Da Niu turned around and took the initiative to greet him.

The slender ghost claw pierced through the bull's head, but with a flash of eerie blue light, the bull had transformed into a humanoid skeleton, tightly gripping the woman in red.

A ghost and a skeleton wrestled and entangled together, a sharp, eerie howl rang out, and the sounds of ghosts wailing and wolves howling echoed. Red Xiu's eyes surged with blood, and thousands of red threads emerged from her body, trapping the skeleton.

Having escaped the skeleton's clutches, she looked up and saw the woman on the bed smilingly holding a red embroidered shoe. She then used a long, dark needle to pierce the mandarin ducks on the shoe, tearing a strand of thread.

"court death!"

Enraged, Hongxiu swung her claws, and thousands of red threads shot out simultaneously.

But the next moment, a scene that completely exceeded her expectations appeared.

The woman had also transformed into a skeleton, its white bones gleaming like jade, its eyes glowing with ghostly fire, and its bony teeth strangely open.

Then he grabbed the red thread and shoved it straight into his mouth.

It was actually swallowing the red thread alive!

Hongxiu had clearly never encountered such a bizarre creature before. With a fierce determination, she sent thousands of red threads straight into the skull's mouth. She was determined to tear the skull in front of her into thousands of pieces and pulverize it!

Based on her own understanding of her strength, she was unafraid of water and fire, and impervious to swords and blades; nothing could escape the penetration of her red threads.

But this time, she miscalculated!

These red threads were originally just the finest silk brocade woven into a tapestry. The embroiderers dyed and embroidered it, and it was imbued with the spiritual energy of heaven and earth and mixed with her resentment over a hundred years. Then, it was woven with the souls of hundreds of people, and it was no longer an ordinary thing.

When Bai Wuxiang swallowed these red threads, the resentful spirit pearl within his body immediately absorbed the resentment from the threads, causing them to lose their resentment and color, and no longer possess any extraordinary power.

Hongxiu initially wore a mocking sneer, but when she sensed the resentment within her gradually fading, she realized something was wrong. Watching the skeleton relentlessly devour the red thread, she felt a sudden fear creep into her heart.

"roar~"

A chilling ghostly howl resounded, and red light spread, as Hongxiu's figure transformed into an endless sea of ​​red threads, enveloping the entire courtyard.

In the dim red light and shadow, a ghost and a skeleton fought each other, with long black hair and red threads wrapping around the white bones.

But the skeletons were like a bottomless abyss, constantly devouring the other's resentment.

For any living being with flesh and blood, resentment can drive them mad, causing them to suffer mental and physical harm. However, for Bai Wuxiang, who has become a spirit from bones, it can be used to his advantage.

Moreover, the Vengeful Spirit Pearl is an extremely evil object that has an insatiable thirst for resentment, so the opponent's resentment cannot harm him at all!

In the crimson light, Bai Wuxiang dragged the body of the woman in red, devouring the bones on the skull and slowly consuming the ghostly body of the woman in red.

Even though it struggled frantically, the red embroidered shoe's main body was suppressed by the Xuanxue Needle with the aura of a dragon and could not escape. Its ghostly body could not leave either, and could only struggle and scream in terror.

The blood-red light around the courtyard didn't disappear until dawn.

Only a skeleton remained in place, with wisps of red thread occasionally emerging from its mouth, but he would quickly stuff them back in.

Time passed slowly, and when all the red threads were devoured by Bai Wuxiang, Hongxiu's ghost body was also shattered and eaten by him.

This was the first time he had ever discovered that he could actually devour ghostly bodies and souls.

Many memories that did not belong to him gradually surfaced in his mind.

A naive young girl and her beloved boy made a promise to stay together for life in the fields.

The girl was an embroidery worker from a wealthy family, and her embroidery skills were renowned for miles around.

Day after day, she embroidered a pair of shoes for herself, hoping to wear them on her wedding day and marry the young man she loved most.

But when she had spent ten months embroidering these magnificent shoes with gold and red thread, the young man had already climbed a higher branch and no longer wanted to keep his vow.

The girl begged and pleaded, even threatening suicide, until the man had no choice but to trick her into going home and then lock her in the cellar.

Then he took away the pair of embroidered shoes she had painstakingly made over ten months and gave them to a rich girl. The embroidered shoes she had made for herself were now on someone else's feet. She hated the unfaithful man and his greed for wealth.

Later, she escaped from prison and secretly found the rich girl, wanting to reveal the man's true colors to the world.

However, she was mistaken for a thief who stole embroidered shoes and was beaten to death by the young man she had once longed for.

Before she died, she clutched the pair of red embroidered shoes tightly in her hand, filled with mad resentment in her heart. She wanted to become a vengeful ghost, a demon, to devour his heart and skin him, to torment the unfaithful man day and night to vent her hatred.

She eventually died.

Her resentment and bitterness settled on her red embroidered shoes, but she did not transform into a vengeful ghost.

Until those beautiful red embroidered shoes were worn again, a few years later the rich girl was swindled out of her entire fortune and abandoned by the same man.

Unwilling to accept her fate, she hanged herself from the beam, wearing red embroidered shoes and a red dress.

Their resentment was directed at the embroidered shoes, and over the years, the shoes gradually developed sentience and became spirits.

She killed the unfaithful man for the two women who wore those embroidered shoes. Over the course of a century, she was passed down through the hands of many women, witnessing the love and hatred of countless couples and absorbing countless resentments.

Until now, having encountered Bai Wuxiang, it has lost its unpredictable and unpredictable power. The vengeful spirits have returned to their source, ultimately returning to dust.

As the sun rose the following morning, the mist dissipated from the courtyard.

A pair of red embroidered shoes lay scattered among the weeds.

This time, the withered leaves of autumn fell, burying it underground, and all the resentment and hatred disappeared into the passage of time.

Even the most exquisite red embroidered shoes will eventually decay and rot in the dust.

Inside the Bone Cave, the little white fox stared curiously at its cave master, who had just returned. Red threads would occasionally emerge from the skeleton's body, as if it were struggling.

But they will soon be covered by pure white energy and returned to the skeleton's body.

Bai Wuxiang struggled to maintain the raging resentment within his body, knowing that the Resentment Pearl couldn't absorb all the resentment at once.

After all, it is a century-old grudge, hated by thousands of people. Its resentment and emotions are not those of ordinary demons and monsters.

He had a premonition that if the Vengeful Spirit Pearl devoured all the resentment, it would most likely be able to unleash demonic arts comparable to those of the Yuanzhen realm!
They will also have more power to protect themselves, and will no longer worry about being easily killed by those Yuanzhen Realm experts among the human race, becoming their magic weapon, or being subdued by them.

This spirit named Hongxiu is not worthy of sympathy, and Bai Wuxiang is not a kind-hearted person with compassion.

Even if sympathy is to be shown, it should be directed towards the innocent people he murdered. Therefore, once Bai Wuxiang sets his mind to killing, he truly kills.

He went so far as to use the Vengeful Spirit Pearl to create an illusion, setting up a mountain couple at the foot of the mountain who depended on each other for survival. The husband was a good man who was unwilling to abandon his wife even though she was disabled.

Although Bai Wuxiang didn't know Hongxiu's background before, he could guess that it must be related to love, resentment, and hatred. Such a family was most likely to arouse his disgust.

After settling this matter, Bai Wuxiang informed the people of Black Stone Village that the demon had been eliminated, which put their minds at ease.

For the next few years, Bai Wuxiang would remain in seclusion in the cave until he had completely refined the resentment and possessed demonic arts at the Yuanzhen realm before emerging from seclusion.

As the resentment dissipated, the red threads within Bai Wuxiang's body faded, turning into pure white silk threads tainted by his death energy.

Strands of pure white silk emerged from his pupils, which glowed with a ghostly blue flame, and clung to his white robes.

Plain clothes are transformed into silk, and silk threads are woven into long cloth, weaving white garments.

On one of the silk fabrics, the name "Embroidery Girl" was engraved.

There's also Chu Hongmei, whom I met when I first arrived at Yunze Mountain, and Yun Fu, whose husband killed her elder sister...

Their story may have been lost to the world long ago, unknown to anyone.

But all these entanglements of love and hate, passion and resentment, are hidden in the passage of time and engraved on the garment of formlessness.

As Bai Wuxiang cultivates over the long years, more and more marks will be left on his clothes. When all the grievances and resentments gather on the Hundred Resentments Robe, it will become a protective artifact.

Although the accumulated spiritual energy and resentment are now very little, with the blessing of these thousands of red threads, its power has far surpassed that of the past. Once Bai Wuxiang has refined the resentment within his body, this white robe will become a true magical artifact.

At that time, he would no longer fear that the Xuanjiao would suddenly appear one day to settle the karmic debt with him.

The cave has been shrouded in mist for years, and the mountains have witnessed the long passage of time.

Another year has slipped away like bones slipping through our fingers.

(End of this chapter)