Whose heretical cultivator relies on a rich woman to attain enlightenment?

Chapter 63 The Last Straw

"Young Master Lu!"

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"Holy shit!"

The two brothers reacted completely differently.

Zhu Wen immediately swung a palm strike from a distance, intending to knock Cuiying away. Although swift, the move was not particularly ruthless, leaving the opponent a sliver of hope.

Hou Feng, on the other hand, did not hesitate to unleash a Yangming Finger strike. The move was ruthless and aimed directly at vital points. He relied on numbers and muscle instead of thinking.

Bang!

Yangming pointed out that the needle did not pierce the heart.

However, Zhu Wen's palm strike did send her flying five or six meters before she landed.

"Don't panic, I'm fine."

"As Old Zhu said, you cannot break the rules of the Demon Suppression Division. I am now also a member of the Demon Suppression Division."

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"I can't trouble you two with this matter; I'll handle it myself."

This scene left both of them astonished and uncertain. To this day, they still don't know how Lu Cheng managed to block that attack. With his current strength, he might be able to hold his own against Hou Feng, but it was impossible for him to block it so easily.

Lu Cheng simply and slowly withdrew the long sword wrapped in black cloth from his hand.

That's right, to prevent a repeat of the last incident, he always carries this sword with him when he goes out.

The deranged Cuiying was still not giving up. She held the dagger that had just been plunged into Lu Cheng's heart firmly in her hand. Her face was disfigured, her body was covered in bloodstains, and she was even spitting out blood. She looked ferocious and vicious.

An arm and a leg were twisted in an unnatural way, and the oriole was struggling to get up from the ground, dragging her limbs. Just looking at it was painful.

"Come on, hahaha, come on!"

"I'm not afraid of you, my darling. I'm coming to see you right now, and I'm bringing him here to accompany you on your journey."

"Hahaha—go to hell, go to hell! It's all your fault, all your fault! If it weren't for you, my darling would definitely be able to—"

He's completely gone mad.

Lu Cheng did not react at all. In this world, this was called hysteria, while in his world it was called a mental breakdown.

Simply put, this is displaced anger.

Cuiying knew, of course, that it was not Lu Cheng who killed her child. The real culprits were the foreign invaders, those with ulterior motives, and the hostile forces hiding in the shadows trying to sow discord.

But she didn't know that.

From the perspective of ordinary people, the fact that the people were killing each other because of the "demonic energy" was the fault of the Demon Suppression Bureau. When she arrived at the scene, she only saw the tragically dead children and the unrecognizable corpses on the ground.

Whom should she direct her anger at?

Those who had torn apart her own child had also died tragically, and several demons that had infiltrated the city were personally killed by the Lord of the Demon Suppression Division. Even members of the Demon Suppression Division personally came to apologize and offer compensation. Who could she blame?

Should we direct our anger at the Demon Suppression Bureau?

She dared not, and could not.

Her husband came from the Demon Suppression Division and was a native cultivator of Jingnan. He devoted his life to protecting Jingnan, sacrificing everything for his ideals, and died tragically in the battle against demons.

Cuiying understood perfectly well that these members of the Demon Suppression Division had already done their utmost; it wasn't that they were unwilling, but rather that they were unable to do so.

So, like a walking corpse, she quietly dragged the child's body away from the scene.

Years ago, her husband had told her that many evil cultivators from other lands lurked in the Jingnan region, some of whom were skilled in soul-snatching and corpse-refining, possessing incredible abilities, and that she must be extra careful.

She suddenly realized.

Relying on her own network of connections, information from her husband's former colleagues, and other victims like herself, she finally got news of the "immortal." Without hesitation or doubt, she was unwilling to miss even the slightest glimmer of hope.

A frail woman, under the cover of night, actually carried the child's corpse up the mountain alone, just to show the immortals her sincerity. How absurd and how tragic this is!

When she obtained the so-called method of resurrection and began feeding Bao'er with her own blood, she realized what she was doing. Yet, she still harbored a sliver of hope, a glimmer of chance. Even if Bao'er was turned into a zombie, even if she could see him move, even if she could see him still have a little bit of consciousness, even if he could call out "Mother."

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She was willing to pay any price, even her own life.

pity.

Lu Cheng's appearance ruined everything; no, it should be said that Lu Cheng was the last straw that broke the camel's back.

The plan to refine the corpse was completely ruined, the body was destroyed, and the last thread of hope in Cuiying's heart snapped. In fact, whoever had witnessed the zombie committing its heinous act that day, eating the hearts and livers of four women alive, would have immediately stepped forward to subdue it.

The person who appeared just happened to be Lu Cheng.

Anger, despair, collapse—all negative emotions converged on Lu Cheng. Cuiying ignored everything that had happened before and only remembered this last straw, which led to the plan that brought her to life on that rainy night.

This matter has nothing to do with Lu Cheng.

He had found that soul-suppressing talisman, and from the talisman, he even saw "Bao'er's" memories, which were the little things she spent with her as a child and mother. There were no earth-shattering events, just everyday life.

but.

This was the last sanctuary in Cuiying's heart, and her child was her only source of emotional support, especially after her husband and child had tragically died.

"call"

Looking at the crazed Cuiying, Lu Cheng showed no sympathy. He saw that the woman had already walked up to him with a dagger and was about to stab him in the face again!

Grab it casually.

Without exerting any force, it was practically wishful thinking for an ordinary person to injure a cultivator at the second realm. Looking at the woman with a face full of despair, Lu Cheng simply put his hand into his chest pocket and rummaged around for a while.

Soon, he slowly pulled out a dark purple talisman.

Her pupils contracted, and the woman immediately recognized what Lu Cheng was holding.

"This is a Soul-Suppressing Talisman—"

She muttered to herself, of course she remembered the talisman. It was because she had removed the talisman that Bao'er was able to escape from the house; otherwise, this would not have happened.

The madness in his eyes gradually faded, and Lu Cheng slowly released his grip on the other person's hand, ignoring the dagger in the other person's hand. "Lianxuzi lied to you, but he didn't lie to you either."

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"The method of corpse refining has harmed the people and all living beings. You should have the answer in your heart. As for why I said he didn't lie to you, it's because your Bao'er has indeed returned."

"On the seventh day after his death."

"He came back to see you. This corpse-suppressing talisman was the medium. He watched you mend the corpse, watched you feed him blood, and watched you send those four innocent girls into the room."

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"I think he wouldn't want to see his mother like this."

"Now that the matter is settled, it should be returned to its rightful owner. There is still a wisp of his soul remaining on the corpse-suppressing talisman."

"You'd better watch yourself."

He reached out his hand, trembling.

She could feel a very familiar aura on the talisman, a scent that felt like blood ties. Tears streamed down her face as she pressed her forehead tightly against the talisman, curling up on the ground and wailing loudly.

A familiar voice, a familiar tone, a familiar smile, and—a touch of reproach.

Throughout the entire process, Lu Cheng did not urge him, but simply stepped back a few meters and remained motionless, waiting quietly.

Finally, after about fifteen minutes, the woman stopped sobbing. Her eyes were bloodshot, but instead of madness, they looked relieved and liberated.

Clutching the corpse-suppressing talisman and dagger tightly in his hands, he did not get up again, but knelt in front of Lu Cheng.

"Thank you for your kindness, sir."

He uttered those words in a hoarse voice.

Under the watchful eyes of the three men, she slammed her head against the ground, once, twice, and on the third time, she held the dagger upright against the ground, pointing it directly at her throat.

Bang!

On the third attempt, he finally managed to knock it down.