si-mexico Chapter 62 You Don't Mean You Want to Be My Master
Chapter 62 You Don't Mean You Want to Be My Master
In a private room on the top floor of the inn, Li Tingyun sat at the table, swirling a glass.
His gaze fell on Mei Shiyu, who was helping Wang Wu lie down by the bedside.
The process of breaking through the elixir to form an infant is a life-or-death tribulation that can only be overcome by oneself, not by seeking help from others.
Just like a butterfly emerging from its cocoon, only those that emerge from the inside out are true butterflies; those that break open from the outside in are mostly dead insects.
Li Tingyun vaguely remembered that Wang Wu died from a realm leap in the original text.
It was fate; this was his destined end.
Mei Shiyu said, "I just saw Xia Changfeng here too. I don't know whether to say he's incredibly lucky or incredibly unlucky. He definitely has a way to break the Yin-Yang Curse for Wang Wu, but..."
"But it was too late."
Li Tingyun continued, "When the Golden Core shatters and the Nascent Soul leaves the body, without the nourishment of cultivation at the most critical moment, the Nascent Soul will immediately begin to dissipate. Wang Wu is now showing signs of the Five Signs of Decay of Heaven and Man. Judging from his half-dead state, he is definitely beyond saving."
"No, there is still a way... but this way is too risky, and I can't make the decision alone."
Mei Shiyu took out the golden coffin from his sleeve, hesitated for a long time, thought about many things, but ultimately did not open it.
"Master, you said there's a way, what way are you referring to?"
Li Tingyun's expression suddenly changed, and he asked, "Could it be that you intend to use your own primordial spirit power to nurture and refine the nascent soul of a complete stranger?!"
Mei Shiyu didn't speak, but just looked at the golden coffin in his hand, which contained the disciple he had painstakingly nurtured in his previous life. However, he still didn't know how to face this child, so he hadn't released him yet.
Wang Wu, who was dying on his sickbed, was not the "unrelated" person Yuan Bao had described; he was Yuan Che's adoptive father.
In his past life, Yuan Che had mentioned Wang Wu to Mei Shiyu many times. Although he did not mention Wang Wu's name or background, nor did he describe his appearance, he only said that Wang Wu was a wandering immortal who was righteous and made his home wherever he went. When he passed through Lingxi Village, Wang Wu saved Yuan Che, whose entire family had been slaughtered. Wang Wu was a timely help and a life-saving grace.
In this life, when Mei Shiyu first met Wang Wu, she did not know that he was the wandering immortal Yuan Che had mentioned. The two even had a disagreement and almost came to blows. Fortunately, although Wang Wu had a fiery temper, he was also a man of true character. Otherwise, they would not have been able to travel together for so long and get along quite well.
If Yuan Che were present at this moment, he would definitely do everything he could to save his godfather.
He had already lost all his loved ones, so how could he stand by and watch his savior die in front of him without doing anything?
He was loyal and devoted to his friends, and Mei Shiyu was no different.
"Master!"
Li Tingyun slammed down the cup he was playing with. "You're not doing this for Wang Wu, but for your good disciple from your past life, aren't you? What is this? Debt, compensation, or repentance?"
A few drops of water splashed from the bottom of the cup and landed on the back of his hand.
I don't know what kind of water it was, it was clearly ice cold with no temperature, yet it burned a few red spots on my skin.
Li Tingyun didn't notice such a small detail at all; he was waiting for Mei Shiyu's reply.
"Yuanbao," Mei Shiyu sensed his annoyance and said softly, "I don't know either, what is this?"
Li Tingyun knew exactly what he was thinking and spoke frankly: "Master, when you first came to Lingxi Village to find Yuan Che, he was actually hiding in a corner. If he hadn't run around, I probably wouldn't have had any chance with him."
If Yuan Che hadn't refused to see Mei Shiyu again and hadn't slipped away on his own, how could he have seized this opportunity to take the protagonist's chance to become his disciple?
"Master must have figured out why Yuan Che secretly ran away and why he didn't want to see you, right?"
"Yes, I understand."
Mei Shiyu said, "I suppose he is like you and me, a reborn person who remembers the events of his previous life clearly. He knows my connection with the Taiji Palace, so it is understandable that he has no intention of traveling with me."
"Then what is Master still hesitating about? Why not release him and explain things to him face to face, so that we can continue our relationship?"
Li Tingyun was completely unaware that her words had a strangely sour tone.
Mei Shiyu was even more oblivious in this regard, and continued to deal with the matter at hand.
"The matter between us cannot be explained in a few words. Besides, even if I explained it to him, what would be the use? What's done is done. Forget it, why should I tell you this? This has nothing to do with you."
Li Tingyun was enraged by his careless remark at the end.
Mei Shiyu was not good with words; once he made a decision, he would only put it into practice and never explained it to others.
This kind of temperament has its advantages. Even if there are thousands of people, I will go alone. I don't care about the different opinions of others, I only seek to have a clear conscience.
However, there are also disadvantages, and extremely disadvantages at that.
Just like in his previous life, he "went against the grain" and turned to join the Taiji Palace. Even though Yuan Che really hated him to death, he never uttered a single word in his own defense until his death.
Perhaps, as he said, it's his own business and has nothing to do with anyone else.
Because I am strong enough inside, I don't need anyone's understanding.
This is what annoys Li Tingyun the most.
Now he wants to overturn any table he sees and kick any chair he sees.
But she managed to suppress her murderous intent and ran to Mei Shiyu, throwing herself into his arms.
She opened her arms and hugged his waist tightly.
"No, you can't sacrifice yourself to save others. Do you think you're some kind of living Lei Feng or a living Bodhisattva? You can have the Leshan Giant Buddha's seat! No, absolutely not, no way!"
Mei Shiyu rubbed his head, somewhat amused and exasperated. "When did I say I was going to 'sacrifice myself'? How did it escalate to this point?"
"Don't think I don't know how difficult it is to recover one's primordial spirit! Which cultivator doesn't cherish their primordial spirit? If the primordial spirit is damaged, even a hundred years of seclusion might not bring it back to health. You yourself said it's a risky method, so don't take that risk!"
Li Tingyun reminded him, "Master, don't forget that you came to this realm to retrieve the Dividing Scenery Sword. If you expend a large amount of your primordial spirit power now, do you still have the confidence to return alive from the clutches of the Fengdu Emperor?"
Mei Shiyu said calmly, "Oh, it doesn't matter. Why not give it a try?"
Li Tingyun was numb: "...If you want to die, just say so."
He raised his head, resting his chin on Mei Shiyu's abdomen. "But what will I do if you die? Those bastards in the underworld will definitely turn around and deal with me! You want to drag me down with you to the underworld? Aren't you lonely on the road to the Yellow Springs?"
Mei Shiyu looked down at the boy wrapped around her waist.
He touched my strange and adorable spot countless times, and I couldn't help but pinch his cheeks, which were slightly puffed up because he was angry.
“Yuanbao, I think I should send you back to Daoxuan Sect. At least it’s a safe place.”
Li Tingyun refused, saying, "That's even more unacceptable."
Mei Shiyu pushed his head away: "This won't work, that won't work, do you want to make the decisions for me?"
Li Tingyun snorted lightly. Why not? He had thought of an even better idea.