RPAGF Chapter 149 Intertwined Fates
Chapter 149 Intertwined Fates
That was a very long time ago, so long ago that Liu Jun couldn't even remember it.
That chance act of righteousness was indeed a trivial matter to her, but for the person who was saved, it was forever imprinted on their life.
The seventh day of the ninth lunar month is not a special day, but the reason why Liu Jun still has some memory of it is that ever since her cheap master took her as his disciple, Yan Zhi would expel her from Xuanshan Sect on the seventh day of the ninth lunar month every year.
It wasn't that she had to do anything specific, but on that day she simply couldn't stay in the Xuanshan Sect.
Actually, it can't be said that she had to leave Xuanshan Sect every year on the seventh day of the ninth lunar month. At least in the more than eight hundred years after she became an apprentice, she didn't need to leave Xuanshan Sect on that day for a quarter of the years. She didn't know why, and Yanzhi never explained it to her.
Yan Zhi is a genius who became famous at a young age. However, his behavior is often strange, and he is also extremely rigid and has a strong sense of division.
In Liu Jun's memory, Yan Zhi was steady and kind, but he always looked preoccupied and old-fashioned. Sometimes his actions were incomprehensible, such as kicking her out on the seventh day of the ninth lunar month.
There's no pattern to how he does things. Sometimes he goes out for several years in a row, sometimes he goes out for a year or two, or even for decades. It's really baffling, and no one knows what he's trying to do.
Once, she forgot what the reason was, but she seemed to have quarreled with Yanzhi. It happened to be the seventh day of the ninth month. Liu Jun left in a fit of anger and did not return for more than ten years, which shows that she was really furious.
During the past ten years or so, she didn't know if Yan Zhi had ever come looking for her. After all, it was common for cultivators to travel, and it could easily take several years or even decades. In any case, Liu Jun had never seen him again.
Over the course of more than a decade, Liu Jun traveled to many places, and she had forgotten where she had met the demon mother and son.
But the mother didn't seem to treat her child very well, and she often suffered from mental illness. The child had many injuries, but the mother always turned a blind eye and let the child fend for himself.
Liu Jun's chance encounter led him to notice the faint plea for help in the child's eyes.
Although cultivators outside the sect deeply abhorred the demon race and would kill them on sight, in Liu Jun's eyes, whether human, demon, or monster, there was a distinction between good and bad. If they were bad, they should be killed.
This demonic cultivator mother was clearly no good. Liu Jun killed her without lifting a finger, but that left his child, who was also a demon, all alone. What should he do then?
Liu Jun could distinguish between good and evil, but he was not a pushover. Demons were not well-liked by cultivators, so it was impossible for them to take him back. He left behind only a small bag of spirit stones and two pills before departing.
The child looked to be around ten years old, not at an age where he was still naive. Whether he survived or not depended on his fate.
Later, and later still, she couldn't quite remember, but anyway, she returned to Xuanshan Sect, met her nemesis master again, and then continued living her life.
"Well……"
A noise interrupted Liu Jun's memories. The voice sounded like Xiao Cao's. He never expected that Xiao Cao would be the first to wake up.
Liu Jun slowly opened his eyes, first suspending his meditation posture, then casually stretched his limbs over the grass not far away and said, "Oh, you're awake?"
Xiao Cao stared blankly at the unfamiliar woman sitting on the ground for a while, then felt much lighter and no longer had the fatigue she often felt.
"you……"
"Your sister."
Liu Jun answered her first.
Little Grass stood up in astonishment, her eyes wide, after a long while. She pointed at her, unable to utter a single word: "You, you..."
Liu Jun stood up leisurely, glanced at the direction of the bed (still no movement), then looked towards the direction of the grass:
"What's wrong? Didn't I tell you there would be results soon? Why are you looking so surprised?"
"I... I just... are you really my sister?"
Looking at the little grass, hesitant about whether to approach it or not, it really wears its heart on its sleeve.
"Yes, but that's just the puppet's appearance. As for my original form..."
Liu Jun glanced silently in the direction of the bed: "I don't know either."
Xiao Cao pursed her lips and remained silent for a while, then suddenly ran towards Liu Jun with a heart full of emotions, seemingly about to hug her.
Liu Jun quickly dodged to the side and stopped her, saying, "No, I don't like being this close to people!"
The little grass looked at her with tears in its eyes, its voice trembling as if it were from excitement or grievance.
"Sister, I... I thought I would never have any family left in this world. You have no idea how happy I was when I found out you existed. I... I..."
The little grass twitched and spoke, its hundred years of sorrow and grievances unspeakable.
She can numb herself; there's nothing wrong with living numbly like this.
She was all alone. The fact that those people beat and bullied her only gave her a little evidence that she was still alive.
Her parents died long ago, and she is a half-demon. The only way for her to survive outside is to enter the Demon King's Palace.
Humans and demons are different. If a human reaches adulthood at eighteen, a demon reaches adulthood at one hundred and twenty. Their bodies also grow extremely slowly. A child who looks like he is ten or so years old may actually be thirty or fifty years old.
There's no difference between a hundred-year-old and a teenager, and the little grass in front of you is no different from a child who has just come of age.
However, the demons develop intelligence late, but their talent for cultivation is exceptionally good.
Although the demon realm is no longer so focused on bloodlines, demons with purer bloodlines still cultivate faster.
This race has always distinguished itself by bloodline, so how can it abandon this theory of bloodline?
Nowadays, pure-blooded demons are becoming increasingly rare in the demon realm. Most of them have mixed bloodlines. However, half-demons are still the lowest level of beings. They are the offspring of human and demon cultivators. Demons hate human cultivators the most, and the two races have a long-standing grudge and are irreconcilable enemies.
"Little grass, but I'm not so happy~"
Liu Jun looked at her with a sneer.
The little grass's emotions were abruptly interrupted, and she stared at her blankly: "Huh?"
Liu Jun's gaze was deep. He grabbed Xiao Cao and walked out, only stopping after they had walked quite a distance from her room. He then shook off her hand as if he were disgusted.
Liu Jun crossed his arms and looked her up and down several times before speaking, "You are a half-demon and I am not. You know that my abilities far surpass yours, but I don't want a useless half-demon sister, you know that?"
The sneer at the corner of her mouth, the disdainful look in her eyes, and that condescending tone shattered all of Xiaocao's hopes, and the image of that relative, that sister, that she had built up in her heart collapsed with a crash.
Xiao Cao stared at her in disbelief, her hands trembling uncontrollably at the woman before her.
"What? Are you angry, upset, or can't believe it?"
Liu Jun coldly added fuel to the fire: "If I hadn't used those nice words to coax you into becoming a good older sister, would you have cooperated with me so obediently?"
"Heh~ I've wanted to kill you for a very, very long time..." Liu Jun's expression gradually turned ruthless: "...a long, long time ago~"
Even the little grass's face started twitching: "Why, why?"
Her voice was trembling and broken.
"Why? Ha, why? Don't you know? I've existed since you were born, but you're a person, and I'm nothing!"
"No matter how lowly you are, you can still eat, you can still play, you can still experience joy, anger, sorrow, and happiness, and you can enjoy everything around you. But what about me? I can't feel anything! I'm like a parasite to you, I'm nothing!"
Liu Jun grabbed her collar, his eyes blazing with fury: "Why? How dare you ask why! You're a piece of trash, and I never have been! I've truly had enough of being trapped like this for a hundred years!"
After speaking, he remained silent for a few seconds. Liu Junmu then suppressed all his fierceness, loosened his grip on her hand, and let her fall to the ground.
He suddenly had a bulging bag in his hand, which he threw at her along with the bag, coldly saying:
"There's more money in there than you could ever accumulate in a lifetime. Take it and get out of here. Go anywhere after leaving the Demon King's Palace, just don't let me see you again, you piece of trash. And don't come looking for me, ever. Just seeing you makes me sick! The Demon King's Palace isn't for trash like you!"
After saying that, he glanced at Xiaocao, who had been stunned by the spray for a long time, and with lightning speed, he stuck a teleportation talisman on her, and he disappeared from sight in an instant.
Liu Jun clapped his hands and breathed a sigh of relief, finally resolving one issue.
After saying all that, if she had any sense, she should have stayed far away. If she still wanted to court death, Liu Jun couldn't control her anymore.
She had already repaid Liu Jun's favor. She glanced at the twilight sky, then looked in the direction of her room, stretched lazily, and then slowly walked back.