Eternal Life: I Can Sell Everything

The moment the Second Young Master transformed into a giant rat, the Heaven and Earth Scale beside Song Ciwan received a wisp of energy.

[Human desires: The astonishment, confusion, and fury of a demonized Mid-Stage Divinity Transformation Cultivator. Weight: one jin and two taels. Exchangeable.]

Demonization!

The Second Young Master, just like Hong Xiao, was also in a state of Demonization!

In a flash, the giant rat that was once the Second Young Master lifted its head. Above it, the broken tree branch instantly let out a rustling sound.

More green sap gushed down, drenching the giant rat below.

The giant rat roared in fury, "SQUEAK—!"

After that squeak, the Second Young Master froze, stunned.

If a narrator’s voice could have been heard at that moment, it would surely have described his thoughts: ’Who am I? Where am I? What in the world just happened?’

At that exact moment, Song Ciwan seized the opportunity created by his stupor.

She raised her hand, formed a seal, and with a flick of her finger, she cast her technique. ’Void Illusion Demon Sword!’

In an instant, streams of the oft-victorious Void Illusion Demon Sword shot forth, piercing through space and time to land between the giant rat’s brows.

The giant rat shuddered and froze in place.

At the same time, the Heart Demon Seed in Song Ciwan’s Sea of Consciousness quivered and swayed. In that moment, endless demonic thoughts surged in like a tide, following the path torn open by the Void Illusion Demon Sword.

These were the Second Young Master’s demonic thoughts!

The Void Illusion Demon Sword was powerful, but it was not invincible.

It could trigger the Heart Demon within its victim, causing them to die by their own inner demons—a terrifying, invisible method of killing. However, the backlash from the Void Illusion Demon Sword was equally severe.

Normally, Song Ciwan could suppress this backlash. When she killed Hong Xiao, for instance, a mere flicker of the Void Illusion Demon Sword had been enough to make Hong Xiao lose all combat strength and destroy herself.

As for the slight backlash from Hong Xiao’s demonic thoughts, the Heart Demon Seed in Song Ciwan’s Sea of Consciousness only needed to stir slightly to completely dissolve and devour it.

Thus, the backlash not only failed to affect Song Ciwan, but it actually became nourishment that strengthened her.

But the Second Young Master was different. Perhaps his Cultivation was too high, or perhaps his demonic thoughts were too strong. In any case, the moment the sword struck him, an endless backlash of demonic thoughts crashed into Song Ciwan’s mind like a roaring tsunami.

In a single instant, the two were locked in an invisible life-or-death struggle.

Countless fragmented images washed through Song Ciwan’s Sea of Consciousness along with the surge of demonic thoughts.

Some of the images were distorted, others ancient. Still others glowed with a dark, sinister light, as if they’d been soaked in the ink of some great evil.

A fleeting glimpse of a few fragments was enough to make Song Ciwan sick to her stomach.

’What was that?’

It was a gloomy Earth Palace, a boundless Blood Pool.

Human limbs soaked in the Blood Pool, while the mutilated flesh of Demon Beasts bobbed on the surface. There were filthy pelts and organs, and even scales and claws stained with black grime.

And so on and so forth; all sorts of grotesque things were steeped in it.

And... there was a boy, screaming in agony!

The boy was no more than six or seven years old. He had a pale, handsome face. Despite his young age, he had long eyebrows that swept up to his temples and a pair of distinctively long, narrow eyes, making him look both pitiable and sinister.

She didn’t have to think twice. A single glance told Song Ciwan that this had to be the Second Young Master as a child.

His eyebrows and eyes were too distinct. With Song Ciwan’s current level of Cultivation, her sensitivity to physical features was so acute that it was impossible for her not to recognize him.

The young Second Young Master was submerged in the Blood Pool, where pairs of deathly pale arms reached for him.

It wasn’t just arms. There were also shattered skulls, ghastly white fangs, and countless other twisted things, all of them pulling and tugging at the Second Young Master.

These grotesque things pulled at him, gnawed on him. Some even burrowed into his nostrils, his ear canals, his throat... They spared no orifice on his body.

The Second Young Master screamed in agony, but his throat was stuffed with writhing, black creatures.

His screams were muffled, reduced to choked whimpers. His long, narrow eyes filled with despair, emptiness, and hatred.

...

It was as if Song Ciwan had traveled through time and space to meet that gaze.

The shock of that moment was beyond words.

Endless pain washed over Song Ciwan like a tide, compelling her to sink into the scene, to empathize with the Second Young Master. It demanded she feel his pain, suffer his torment, and hate what he hated.

In that instant, Song Ciwan’s resolve nearly wavered.

It is said that every pitiable person has a hateful flaw, but the reverse is also true: every hateful person has a pitiable past.

The Second Young Master was insane and cruel, but it seemed his madness wasn’t without reason.

’He had actually suffered such inhuman torture as a child?’

’Who could have possibly imagined?’

On the surface, he came from an extraordinary background. Even the weakest of the Maids by his side was at Late-stage Qi Cultivation. All of them practiced a Top Level Cultivation Technique and possessed unique talents.

These Maids were even exceedingly proud. They merely had to stand there for anyone to see they hailed from a prestigious clan.

And the Second Young Master, surrounded by such Maids—how could he possibly be an ordinary person?

Who would ever doubt his origins? Who wouldn’t assume he was a favored son of Heaven? Who would ever think he was unloved?

There are countless ordinary people in the world, but how many of them would have suffered such torment in their youth?

...

And so, in that moment, Song Ciwan’s resolve began to waver.

She didn’t even notice that on a corner of the emerald Heart Demon Seed in her Sea of Consciousness, a strange black spot had begun to form.

Below the Heart Demon Seed, the Heart Sutra Fire and the Bright God Fire burned faintly, flickering with all their might. The True Qi in her body surged upward of its own accord, feeding the two flames with endless Energy.

But the black spot clung to the Heart Demon Seed like a festering poison, stubbornly refusing to fade.

Of course, for the moment, the black spot wasn’t expanding.

Though shaken, Song Ciwan fought to hold fast to her principles.

She kept telling herself: ’No, this is wrong. The Second Young Master was certainly pitiable for the suffering he endured as a child. But if he gained power later, he could have taken revenge on those who hurt him. How could he use his past as an excuse to harm other, innocent people?’

But as the thought formed, another voice retorted in her mind, "Which innocent people has the Second Young Master attacked? Who has he hurt? Has he committed some great evil? What right do you have to judge him?"

Song Ciwan froze. ’That’s right... Had the Second Young Master committed some great evil? Who had he hurt? Why did he have to die?’

For a moment, Song Ciwan’s mind went completely blank.

Then, just as quickly, new, fragmented images flooded her vision.

In a magnificent bedchamber, a blood-soaked Second Young Master was being dragged forward and thrown at a pair of flawless, jade-like feet.

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