Chapter Fourteen: He Decided to Die
head, Lao Ding, the prison guard, walked over carrying something.On closer inspection, it turned out to be a food platter with a roast chicken, two steamed buns, and even a pot of wine!"You old Ding!...Tap tap tap, tap tap tap.
The slender finger tapped the armrest rhythmically.
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Tick-tock, tick-tock.
The sound was like someone knocking on the door.
The door to the prison of the Illusory Void will never open.
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A prisoner of the illusory realm, they are utterly incapable of leaving before their sentence is over.
Chen Suan sat on the only chair in the room, facing the single table upon which lay an open letter.
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He stared at the hastily scribbled plea on the paper, lost in thought for a long time.
The shadow of the sundial outside would be cast onto the wall, allowing him to clearly see how time was passing and understand how much longer his sentence had left.
After a long day of thinking...
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He decided to die.
He held a sword in his hand, three feet and three inches long, one inch and nine points wide. The hilt was made of two-colored yi wood, the scabbard was a pale yellow with a hint of green, and the blade was slowly revealing itself from its sheath.
This sword is named "Fangwai," meaning "outside the Tao."
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He grasped everything within calculation, and everything outside of it, he contested with "outside the square."
He was the most cautious person, often waiting until he had a foolproof plan before acting.
But the exceptions in life are just like this sword.
Just like when he faced Jiang Wang in Tianjing City, he drew his sword.
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Even though the calculations show ill fortune, one should still strive beyond fate's decree.
A man named "Jia Fugui" who claims to be a master of calculations, possessing the power of "divine secrets," and wielding an extraordinary sword, exists within the illusory realm of Taixu.
In the end, fame, honor, power, wealth, all are empty.
Chen learned the Thirty-Six Styles of the Sword from Penglai, twenty-seven styles from the National Treasury of Jingguo, six from Yujing Mountain, and thirteen from Daluoshan. Each style was a classic passed down through generations. He also created his own sword manual entitled "Heavenly機".
He is very skilled with the sword.
Murder can take on a thousand forms, with countless possibilities, but suicide is very simple.
Draw your sword, slice across the neck, and pull with force.
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The blade easily cut through skin, severing the throat, plunging into fresh blood, cutting through muscle and tendon until the last layer of hide... and that's how the head came off.
Chen Suan had premonitions of death and even tasted the pain of decapitation, but he didn't die.
He committed suicide in full awareness, but everything seemed to not happen.
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He was still sitting in the only chair, staring at the only table. On the table lay an open letter, with not a single crease or stain of blood.
That bloodshed painting, of course, did not exist.
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Pain is not an illusion, but suicide becomes a shadow.
Chen's face was expressionless.
As expected.
The Tai Xu Dao Lord wouldn't let him die.
Of course, it's not that Tai Xu Daozhu had any particular fondness for Jing Guoren or thought highly of his calculations. Rather, it was because Tai Xu Daozhu acted strictly according to the rules and respected the Tai Xu Iron Law in everything he did.
He was imprisoned in the attic of Tai Xu Pavilion. The punishment he received for his crimes was merely imprisonment, with no other form of harm inflicted upon him, let alone capital punishment.
The thing to do with the Illusory Realm is to imprison him in the Vast Void Attic, and after his sentence is over, release him unharmed. Not deliver a corpse five years later.
In other words, the one who was once utterly helpless in the void prison, unable to do anything but stare blankly at his friend's plea for help, finally got his chance.
This is a bloody, life-or-death gamble.
Its heaviness is unknown, but it will never be useless.
Chen didn't say anything, nor did he make any other movements. He simply drew his long sword once more and brought it down on his neck. His strength and speed remained unchanged.
The pain he felt was also like the beginning.
Then everything was wiped away again, and he had still not died.
Chen Suan continued to draw his sword and continued to commit suicide.
He wore a blank expression, repeating his actions day in and day out. It seemed like it would continue forever, until his sentence was up. The resolve of a true man of this world can be tested.
The Taixu Daozhu could let him die in the Taixu Illusionary Realm, but how can one explain—the Jingguo Heavenly Pride choosing to die the very moment his five-year sentence ended
After the 147th self-immolation——
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Knock, knock, knock!
The knock on the door actually sounded.
Chen Suan carefully lowered the long sword resting across his neck and sheathed it with deliberate slowness, as if he had merely been posing. He brushed at his collar and flipped over the letter on the table before adding, "Come in! I am but a prisoner here, not its master. There is no need for such formality."
That door, which would never open, finally opened.
As the representative of Taixu Pavilion, Ju Kui slowly walked into the cell. Accompanying him was Zhong Xuan, sharpening his quill with one hand and holding a scroll in the other, supervising and recording by his side.
Zhong Xuan silently surveyed the prison cell, naturally noticing the covered letter on the table. Ju Kui simply stared at Chen Suan.
Chen apologized with a smile: "The conditions are simple, I don't have any tea or snacks to offer. Please forgive me. As for chairs, there's only one, so I won't ask you to sit down."
"After all, this is a prison cell. With a table, chairs, and a bed, I think it's already decent enough."
Chen Suan did not refute: "Yes, after all, I am the one who has committed a crime."
He looked at the script: “And you, and the person beside you, are both members of the Taixu Pavilion. Let us once again review the authority of the Taixu Pavilion—all worldly affairs of Taixu are handled by the Taixu Pavilion. You two, are in high positions of power. How do you intend to handle my affair”
The drama’s lacked-emotion tone said, "Tell me, why are you committing suicide"
"Did I commit suicide" Chen Suan sat there, asking rhetorically: "I, Chen Suan, am the pride of heaven, a true genius of our time. As a direct disciple of Dong Tian Shi and the face of Penglai Island, I am the leading figure among the younger generation in Jing Guo. At most, I would spend five years in prison here. After five years, a high position in an empire would be within my grasp. True geniuses live for one thousand two hundred ninety-six years. I haven't even lived to a fraction of that time, and there is still so much good time ahead—please tell me, why would I commit suicide"
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Chen has absolutely no reason to commit suicide, and he has emphasized this point.
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So if he really committed suicide, no one would believe it was suicide.
He must have been in the prison of Taixu Pavilion, subjected to inhuman torture, enduring insults that extinguished his will to survive, or perhaps this was a manipulated "suicide."
And most importantly, Jingguo would never believe that Chen was a suicide, even if the evidence was right in front of them. They would try every means possible to overturn it. Because the real person of Jingguo cannot die without meaning. Because there are too many things that can be done around this incident!
The severity of the situation was clear to every member of the Tai Xu Pavilion. That's also why Ju Kui and Zhong Xuan hurried to the prison cell.
Zhong Xuan seriously scrutinized Chen Suan, starting to get to know this person anew.
And the drama director looked at Chen Suan: "No matter how you say it, repeatedly using a sword to cut your throat and chop off your head takes a lot of courage. You must have your reasons, right"
This Tai Xu Pavilion member in charge of the Five Punishments Tower doesn't seem stern today. He simply asks, "What do you want"
“Let me emphasize this again,” Chen said with a slight smile. “I have never thought about suicide, nor have I ever attempted it. I certainly haven't tried to cut my own throat with a sword—if one day you actually see this happen, I think there must be something behind it. Please help me find the truth and don't let me die without knowing why. I think this is also in line with the spirit of law.”
"Good," Ju Kui said, "You are indeed a clever person. Then we needn't beat around the bush any longer. Just state your terms."
“If you want to chat like this, I can’t chat with you,” Chen said. “What conditions No offense intended—but as someone imprisoned, what qualifications do I have to negotiate with your Tai Xu Pavilion”
"You needn't be too on edge, alright Just pretend I said nothing." Ji Kui maintained his patience, spreading his hands wide. "Then I want to ask, after being locked up here for so many days, how do you feel"
“I feel good, very grounded.” Chen Suan said with a composed attitude: “I reflect on myself every day, repent for my past mistakes and feel ashamed of what I have done. After I get out, I will be disciplined in my words and actions, hold myself to strict standards, and strive to contribute to the Tai Xu Huan Jing and be beneficial to humanity.”
Zhong Xuan remained expressionless, not wanting to remember a single word, but he still did.
"Then, out of humanitarian concern and in recognition of your past contributions, this department, on behalf of the Illusory Realm of Taixu, inquires—what are your needs at this moment You have not been convicted of a capital offense and possess certain human rights. Within reasonable bounds, we are willing to discuss."
“Let me out,” Chen Suan said.
The drama turned and walked away.
“Hahaha, wait a minute! Just kidding!” Chen Suan laughed.
The drama stopped, staring coldly at him.
Chen contemplated for a while, as if deeply in thought. After what seemed like an eternity, he let out a sigh and said, "I made a fool of myself. Being imprisoned here is my just deserts. Regret constantly gnaws at my heart, keeping me awake at night."
"I feel most sorry for my master!"
His eyes were full of sincerity, expressing his emotions deeply: "How could I ever repay his earnest teachings and the effort he put into me I didn't even have a chance to say anything to him before coming in. Every day since then, I've been thinking about him. How can he bear to smile without me by his side I really want to write him a letter!"
He looked at him for a moment, and finally said, "We need to discuss this."
“You are exercising your power, and I have always respected the authority of Taixu Pavilion,” Chen said with a gesture of invitation, politely. “Please go ahead.”
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"But besides that, I need to remind you—" Ju Kui looked at him solemnly: "Some things are non-negotiable. Our concessions can't be endless, and they must always remain within the framework of the Tai Xu Iron Rule."
"I don't understand what you mean," Chen Suan smiled. "I just want to write a letter to my master, expressing my longing and regret. If you think it's inappropriate, then don't write it. I respect the authority of Tai Xu Ge very much, and I am willing to abide by your rules."
“Do you have any other requests” Zhong Xuan asked from the side.
Chen Suan stopped smiling and said seriously, "I'm not greedy. As a captured prisoner, I'm satisfied to be able to write a letter to my master. That's all I ask for."
"Just wait for further notice," Juqi said, then turned and walked out. "Don't do anything pointless."
"Good." Even in this situation, Chen Suan remained very cautious and polite. "Sitting here daydreaming is indeed rather boring. I'll go recite the sutras now."
The door closed, and the two members of Tai Xu Pavilion vanished.
The cell was once again cut off from the world.
The letter on the table was slowly folded.
In the void, a sheet of paper inscribed with Sanskrit lay unfurled.
It's just one of many.
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The dense pages turned rapidly, as if describing someone's life, and then the chanting began!
Leiyin Tower suddenly became towering, with Buddhist light flowing everywhere. It shone brightly in the boundless yellow sand, subduing the endless demonic energy.
The sound of a Buddha's chanting, terrifying and vanquishing all demons, its voice proclaims —
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“Groundless resentment, baseless hatred, utterly shameless, a nameless group of people. I will become a Buddha and let them discuss me! I will become a Buddha and let them slander me!”
This is the scripture "Heart Sutra of Great Compassion and Universal Salvation" written by Huangfu. It is also naturally the classic of the Yellow-faced Buddha.
Jiang Wang listened to the content aside, also for the realm of Huang Mian Buddha's feelings. No matter how he discusses me, no matter how he slanders me... This is what kind of mind What kind of courage
But immediately after that, the next sentence came:
“I have attained Buddhahood! Those who slander the Buddha, surely shall not escape death!”
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Master Jiang rode the tide of swords that covered the sky and earth, crushing through the endless yellow sand. He stumbled for a moment, nearly missing his kill.
This yellow-faced Buddha must have endured everything when he became a Buddha, and now that he's become enlightened, he's settling every score one by one. Truly worthy of being called "great compassion," what a fine example of "saving all beings"!
The sound of the Buddha's chanting converged into one, and the luminous Leiyin Pagoda crashed down with a deafening roar!
A myriad of demonic entities, instantly vanished. The surging magical energy, dissipated in an instant. In this desolate borderland seven thousand miles behind the line between life and death, there was a moment of clarity!
Of course, demonic energy soon swept back in.
The dazzling Lei Yin Pagoda, a symbol of grandiosity, instantly shrunk to the size of a delicate trinket as it spun between Huang Sheli's fingertips. Meanwhile, she glided gracefully through the air atop Jing Feng.
“It seems these demons have decided to shrink their lines. We've been fighting for so long, not even a single strand of true demon hair.” Huang Sheli turned her beautiful eyes and smiled. “Brother Wang, should we continue”
Jiang Wang stared into the distance with his crimson eyes, lost in thought: "It seems we can only retreat."
Where does the greatness of the stele commemorating Master Yan Wen from Zhongshan, who traveled eight thousand miles, lie
He was alone against the desolate world, killing his way to the deepest point ever reached by a living person without any resupply.
Beyond the line of life and death, three thousand miles lie desolate lands under the control of the demon clan, where demonic qi takes root. Three thousand miles before that, demonic creatures grew wild and rampaged freely. Three thousand miles after, elite squads of demons begin to patrol, truly embodying the concept of the demon clan's "defense."
Danger is everywhere, so starting from this invisible line of distance, it becomes the "danger zone" for life.
The human race's border wilderness demon hunting squad usually stops here. Those who are not divine or powerful enough cannot continue forward.
Beyond the Six Thousand Miles of the Mortal World, true demons frequently appear.
Beyond the Eight Thousand Li after the line of life and death, it is inevitable to reach the territory of the Heavenly Demon forces.
That is to say, Zhongshan Yanwen was alone at first. He turned around under the eyes of the demon and erected a stele to praise his martial prowess!
Jiang Wang and Huang Sheli, when they join forces, sweep across seven thousand miles, unbeatable. Even if a true demon were to block their path, it would require an army of them.
Formerly, Jiang Wang and Cang Ming had fought side-by-side across the line of life and death. They repeatedly faced off against true demons, charging wherever demonic energy was rampant. This resulted in their feat of slaying two true demons, which nearly depleted the self of Cang Ming, known as the "Divine Envoy of the Mortal World," on the desolate borderland so close to Cang Tu's divine brilliance.
This time, he instigated trouble again, but there was no real demon willing to fight.
As for the Heavenly Demon... He hunts with Cang Ming, and he sweeps across seven thousand miles with Huang Sheli. Behind them, there are always Pathfinders watching, all waiting for the Heavenly Demon to make his move.
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But the Heavenly Demon wasn't so easily tempted.
Tù Hùmóu Huànmò Jūn, all had to set their sights on a hundred-year game, and only in the end did they manage to peel off a single false face.
Before the construction of the Yu Yuan Great Wall, Xu Mozhen's slaying of the Asura King was also considered a great achievement. Such beings who stood at the pinnacle of cultivation had all reached the limits of the world. This meant that the human race maintained absolute dominance over other races, forcing powerful creatures like celestial demons to choose relatively narrow spaces and unable to plot on an equal footing. In this inevitable situation under the prevailing trend, Jiang Wang could live so carefree.
For three whole days and nights, Jiang Wang and Huang Sheli roamed the border wilderness, nearly decimating all large monster gathering points along the seven thousand-mile front line of Jing Country. But they failed to kill any true demons. This wasn't a loss for the demon race, nor was it a significant gain for the two contemporary real people.
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"Then let's go back." Huang Sheli sighed, but then smiled. "But—you seem to have lost, oh A gambler must accept defeat. Haven't you thought about what you'll lose to me"
She dared to challenge Jiang Wang in terms of the number of demons slain, of course, she had the confidence to do so.
Having cultivated her Buddha powers, she subdued the demons with terrifying efficiency. As soon as she chanted her scriptures, the demons submitted, and upon her radiance shining, hordes of demonic creatures dissolved.
Jiang Wang just smiled and said, "Is that so"
As soon as his words fell, two statues of him, each three hundred meters tall, rose behind him!
A statue with hair bristling, fangs protruding, and eyes gleaming crimson, radiating monstrous power.
A majestic dragon with horns, a celestial appearance, strikingly handsome and unusually elegant, its aura of immortality pervades.
They flew on either side, swiftly and powerfully, sweeping everything in their path like a raging storm.
"Tao Fa - True Fire Scorches the Wilderness!"
Scarlet flames, engulfing the sand into a sea, wherever they sweep, demons turn to smoke.
"Immortal Art: All Beings Perish!"
Every glimpse of the boundless wonders becomes a weapon, piercing through the demon's skull!
(The End) single confrontation would drive these people mad with jealousy and rage.The emotion of chaos, after it occurred, already had the ability to self-propagate.Under Wang Bu's silent guidance, the chaos...