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Chapter 49: Everything Turns into a Sigh

Wan Zhu and Lin Qingxue flew on their swords and soon arrived at the farmstead that Wan Rui had secretly purchased.

The farmstead was not large, but Wan Zhu had never known that his child had such a place.

If a cultivation cave was needed, the sect of Qingshan Gate had plenty, there was no need to find an additional place.

Moreover, the farmstead looked too unusual, and Wan Zhu could sense an ominous aura from it.

Countless flies buzzed around the farmstead, a scene that made Wan Zhu, who had once eradicated a blood plague evil, even more vigilant.

It was too similar, this feeling of decay, just like the environment around those evil beings.

“Could it be that we didn’t find all the evil beings back then?” Back then, a large number of cultivators had found the locations of the evil beings together, there shouldn’t have been any omissions.

“Qingxue, be careful,” Wan Zhu said solemnly.

“Yes,” Lin Qingxue also sensed a strong malice from the farmstead and gradually became nervous.

Wan Zhu hid his sword behind him and cautiously walked into the farmstead.

As he approached, the flies scattered in all directions.

But as the flies dispersed, the unknown source of malice grew even stronger.

“Father, is that you?” At this moment, Wan Rui’s voice came from inside the house.

Hearing Wan Rui’s voice, both Wan Zhu and Lin Qingxue breathed a sigh of relief.

This indicated that Wan Rui was indeed at the farmstead and was alive and well.

“Rui, what is going on here? Why does this farmstead…” Wan Zhu said as he walked into the house.

However, his voice stopped abruptly when he saw Wan Rui’s appearance.

Wan Rui was sitting in a corner of the house, with blood-red minerals spreading all over his body.

These minerals formed a shape that looked like a tree, and Wan Rui was the trunk of this tree.

His skin was shriveled and covered in black bruises, completely unlike his usual noble appearance, more like a dying patient.

Moreover, the most bizarre thing was that another head had grown from Wan Rui’s neck.

That head had its own mouth, continuously emitting painful groans.

Wan Rui was covering the head on his neck, as if he didn’t want it to continue making noise.

“Rui, you look like this…” Wan Zhu was horrified to find that his son’s condition was even worse than before.

He had a hunch that if this continued, Wan Rui would become something like an evil creature.

“Senior brother, you look like this!?” Lin Qingxue followed Wan Zhu into the room and saw Wan Rui’s appearance as well.

In that moment, she realized that what she saw that night was not an illusion.

“That head… Senior brother!?” Her voice trembled.

Seeing her familiar senior brother turn into this terrifying appearance, her heart was filled with dark clouds.

“Master, we need to tell…” She realized that Wan Rui’s condition was strange and turned to look at Wan Zhu.

However, before she could finish her sentence, Wan Zhu used his finger as a sword and struck Lin Qingxue’s Qi Sea, knocking her unconscious.

Before she completely lost consciousness, she saw Wan Zhu’s face and had a huge question in her heart.

Why did he knock her out? What did she do wrong?

With a “thud,” Lin Qingxue fell to the ground and never got up again.

“I’m sorry, Qingxue, don’t blame your master.” Wan Zhu looked at Lin Qingxue with pity and sighed deeply.

“Father, save me, I feel something is wrong with me!” Wan Rui cried out.

As he cried, the head on his neck cried out as well.

The two cries intertwined, making it particularly eerie.

“Don’t worry, Rui, your father will definitely save you and cure you.” Wan Zhu said solemnly.

He couldn’t let anyone know what Wan Rui had become. If other cultivators found out that Wan Rui had turned into something like an evil creature, they would definitely join forces to attack him.

“Father is going to cut off the head on your neck.” Wan Zhu stared at the head and said seriously.

“Cut it off?” Wan Rui looked at his father in a daze.

He was indeed annoyed by the extra head, but it had grown from his own body. If cutting it off would kill him, what should he do?

“Father, think of another way! Like making the head disappear on its own!?” Wan Rui quickly said, “No matter what, cutting it off directly is too…”

Wan Zhu looked at his child expressionlessly and drew his sword.

“Wait, father!” Wan Rui was drenched in cold sweat.

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But Wan Zhu didn’t listen to Wan Rui and directly swung his sword, cutting off the strange head.

“Ahhh!!” Wan Rui and the severed head screamed miserably together.

Wan Zhu immediately applied healing medicine to the wound on his neck.

Since it was an external injury, Wan Rui’s wound quickly healed because of the healing medicine.

The head on the ground deflated like a balloon.

“Rui, you have to endure this pain.” Wan Zhu said. He knew that cutting it off directly would be extremely painful, but it was the fastest way.

He couldn’t let this mysterious head continue to grow wildly.

After a long time, Wan Rui finally seemed to calm down, and the healing medicine had also alleviated much of the pain.

Although his face was pale, he indeed felt much better, “Thank you, father…”

He himself absolutely did not have the courage to cut off his own head with a single sword.

“Tell me the truth,” Wan Zhu looked at his child indifferently.

“Father, haven’t I already told you?” Wan Rui’s smile became stiff.

“Do you think I would still believe it after seeing this?” Wan Zhu said, “I don’t believe a single Tianyan Sect could do such a thing.”

Wan Rui still wanted to argue, “No, didn’t you see they were once a notorious demonic sect? They have countless methods of casting curses.”

But soon, his father’s sword pointing at him made him freeze.

“Rui, tell me the truth,” Wan Zhu’s voice was filled with exhaustion.

Wan Rui covered his wound and said with a sob, “I’ll tell… I’ll tell everything.”

His voice weakened as he continued, “It’s the Blood Pill, a red-masked cultivator gave me a recipe for refining the Blood Pill.”

“Blood Pill?” Wan Zhu seemed to have heard of it but didn’t understand it.

“A pill refined from others’ blood, it can speed up cultivation,” Wan Rui said weakly.

“…” Wan Zhu was stunned for a moment.

His child suddenly grabbed his sleeve and began to plead, “Father, please, save me, I don’t want to die!”

“I… will save you,” he hesitated, and finally, all the words he wanted to say turned into a sigh.