Chapter 105: Seeing Heaven And Earth
In the next moment, Ming Zhaoshuang’s eyes went black, and she was separated from the painting scroll again.
She raised her eyes and looked at the painting scroll again, but her heart suddenly clenched.
Within the painting scroll, it was no longer the man looking back at her with a smile, but blood.
All blood, bright red blood, black blood, hot blood, cold blood, flowing blood, stagnant blood.
The man’s white hair, white clothes, and even the snow-white sword edge were all that remained of blood, and he lay in the center of a pool of blood, his exceptionally clear golden eyes closed.
He died quietly.
On the painting scroll, two lines of text reappeared:
“Not knowing the vastness of heaven and earth, how can one dare to be a person.”
Ming Zhaoshuang’s hands were ice-cold, and she didn’t know who the man before her was, nor why she felt such heartache.
What was this man’s relationship to her?
She stepped forward and came before the fourth painting scroll, surprise flashing in her eyes.
The young girl with exquisite features before her eyes was no one else but her best confidante now, Shen Liqian.
In the endless sea, Shen Liqian’s eyes curved, her pupils like shimmering autumn water, looking at Qin Feilong, who had girls on his left and right, smiling sweetly and generously, like a delicate yet crude puppet, without thought or soul.
Her eyes were so beautiful, but at this moment, they appeared so hollow.
Behind her, Su Nu Chou had already been covered by a layer of dust.
Ming Zhaoshuang stood before her and slowly touched her face, but her hand passed through.
Immediately after, Qin Feilong seemed to cry out Shen Liqian’s name.
This might be Qin Feilong, but it might also not be Qin Feilong. Ming Zhaoshuang couldn’t see his face clearly, nor the faces of the girls around him, but she saw Shen Liqian, with a smile, like a shy young girl seeing her beloved for the first time, gracefully approached Qin Feilong.
Then, she was pierced through the heart by Qin Feilong’s sword.
Blood splattered.
Shen Liqian’s face showed surprise, and she died with unclosed eyes.
Ming Zhaoshuang’s breath hitched, her eyelashes trembled, wanting to confirm again whether the man who killed Shen Liqian was indeed Qin Feilong.
Whether it was in the original book or now, Qin Feilong did not seem like someone who could do such a thing.
But in that instant, she was stripped from the painting scroll again, only able to see the final scene of Shen Liqian’s death, and the extremely faint inscription on the painting scroll.
“The Kun fish is trapped in the sea, the Peng’s wings are broken by love.”
When she wanted to enter the painting to see again, she found that this painting scroll had become an ordinary painting scroll. She could not enter again, nor could she save that Shen Liqian within the painting.
Why?
Didn’t she make Shen Liqian awaken partially?
Why did she still fall in love with Qin Feilong as if in the plot, and even lose her life?
Ming Zhaoshuang couldn’t understand, and everything before her didn’t seem to consider whether she could understand, as she was pulled into the fifth painting scroll again.
The fifth painting scroll was Qin Feilong.
And yet, not Qin Feilong.
Ming Zhaoshuang could clearly see, hanging from his body were wisps of long threads, these threads penetrated his skin, piercing his bone marrow.
These threads guided Qin Feilong to constantly break through, constantly provoke other women, and form various connections with them, ultimately incorporating them all into his harem, lingering and forgetting to return.
But when the threads loosened, Qin Feilong would look at those alluring women with a bewildered gaze.
In the end, his desire to become stronger washed it all away. With the help of the threads, he finally broke through layer by layer, enduring the tribulations of one hundred and eight Nirvana Heavenly Thunders.
But at the moment of his ascension, a large hand tightly grasped his body.
A black shadow attacked, eroding Qin Feilong’s body.
Qin Feilong’s soul was instantly squeezed out by the black shadow, emitting a cry of pain, but his body had long been infiltrated by the black shadow, with no ability to resist.
He struggled, he was helpless, and finally, his soul gradually faded and disappeared into the heavens and earth.
And after the black shadow occupied his body, it gently licked its lips, as if satisfied with something.
Suddenly, he turned his head and looked at Ming Zhaoshuang, a smile curving his lips towards her.
Unlike the gentle and captivating smile of the person in the second painting scroll, this was an extremely provocative smile.
He seemed to be issuing a challenge to Ming Zhaoshuang.
Ming Zhaoshuang clenched her fists, and suddenly understood why Shen Liqian died under Qin Feilong’s sword in the first scene; it was likely that Qin Feilong at that time had already been controlled by this black shadow.
Or rather, Shen Liqian was also controlled by him, only to a lesser extent than Qin Feilong.
The fifth painting scroll had few words.
“Appearing sentimental yet stronger than emotionless, what is truly in your heart.”
Ming Zhaoshuang did not linger and moved to the sixth painting scroll.
Ming Zhaoshuang also recognized the woman in the sixth painting scroll. Her black hair flowed, she held a long sword, and her face was like the newborn morning sun.
The original book’s second female lead, Cheng Zhaoyang, had a fierce and ambitious personality. She fought demons and exterminated devils alongside the male protagonist, and they knew each other well. However, after realizing she liked the male protagonist, she became submissive and gentle, and was eventually taken into the male protagonist’s harem.
Her ending, without exception, was to be slain by “Qin Feilong’s” sword.
Golden text floated:
“A swordsman of valor, withered in the mortal world.”
Ming Zhaoshuang lowered her eyes and walked to the seventh painting scroll.
The woman in the seventh painting scroll had a cold and beautiful face, her skin exuding a sickly pallor. She looked at Qin Feilong with disdain, even hatred.
The Demon Realm Empress, Feng Budu, was one of the two current ascendants in the world, and the only woman besides Ming Zhaoshuang who had not been taken into Qin Feilong’s harem.
In the original book, she launched another war across the Six Realms, leading the devil race to invade the human race, but was ultimately defeated by Qin Feilong’s sword.
However, in this painting scroll, Ming Zhaoshuang saw her wielding a sharp blade, forcing Qin Feilong to retreat steadily, and was about to pierce Qin Feilong through the chest with a sword, conquering another city for their demon realm.
But at this moment, the thunderclouds gathered and struck her sword tip.
She looked up at the black shadow that followed, as if she had been waiting for a long time.
Like Feng He in the first painting scroll, she fought this black shadow for a long time under the thunderclouds and rain, until the mountains collapsed, the cities were destroyed, and within a thousand-mile radius, no living beings remained, only the land blackened by the lightning tribulation.
Finally, she died by the black shadow’s sword.
A tear slid from the corner of her eye, but there was no sign of regret.
Golden text floated:
“Since the world suffers, the spring breeze does not cross.”
Ming Zhaoshuang paused at the eighth painting scroll.
The woman in the eighth painting scroll stayed leisurely in a lush green bamboo forest. A bell hung from her wrist, she wore clothes of water lily and hibiscus, leaning against a Mengji beast, smiling innocently and cutely. She was A Wei, who betrayed the Beast Sect for Qin Feilong.
Suddenly, a black shadow covered the bamboo forest.
Her pupils turned black, and blood dripped from her throat.
A Wei died by “Qin Feilong’s” sword.
Golden text floated:
“Sitting alone in the secluded bamboo, unable to see the sky, the path is perilous and there is no future.”
Ming Zhaoshuang looked at the ninth painting scroll.
The woman in the ninth painting scroll held a bone hammer larger than her body, and a snow-white rabbit rested on her shoulder.
She was the Sword Sect’s Senior Sister, Xie Yanning, frail and sickly, aloof and thin, not cultivating swords but refining artifacts, determined to become the number one person in the artificing path.
But after meeting Qin Feilong, she gradually forgot her ambition, willingly becoming a little woman in his harem, and even stopped refining spirit tools.
Undoubtedly, she also died by “Qin Feilong’s” sword.
Blood flowed all over the ground, staining the rabbit’s white fur red.
Golden text floated:
“The hammer buried under the spring, bones dissolve in the mud; the heart moves, the Dao perishes, forgetting old friends.”
Ming Zhaoshuang walked to the tenth painting scroll.
The woman in the tenth painting scroll had red lips and white teeth, and pretty features. When looking at others, she always had a hint of shy affection, holding a cauldron with nine coiling dragons. She was Tan Zhu, a demoness from the Hehuan Sect.
She did as she pleased and was very amorous, but after meeting Qin Feilong, she put away her flashy clothes and devoted herself to him wholeheartedly, ignoring others.
As Qin Feilong’s sword flew, she raised her head, and flowers bloomed beautifully on her neck from the blood.
As if extremely happy.
Golden text floated:
“Can’t peek out, can’t see through, ghost qi rages, who knows me.”
The eleventh painting scroll.
The woman in the painting looked exactly like Shen Liqian, but her temperament was very different.
She held a long flute, a lotus flower hung from her waist, dressed in water-green armor. When she smiled, she was bright and moving, delicate and cute. She was Shen Liqian’s twin sister, Shen Yaobi.
She was also one of Qin Feilong’s harem members.
She was running, as if wanting to share some good news with her sister, but stopped abruptly when she touched “Qin Feilong’s” blood-dripping sword tip.
Her trembling gaze followed the sword tip down, and when she touched Shen Liqian’s corpse, she suddenly cried out.
She was sealed in the throat by “Qin Feilong’s” sword.
She didn’t even have time to shed tears.
Golden text floated:
“Lotus flowers side by side, one branch cherished; twin sisters, twin deaths, remembering the past.”
