Chapter Eighty-Seven: I Dare Not Speak Its Name
on't disturb you, Mother. Please feel free to do as you wish.The headmistress of the Wuxian Sect, an old woman in a purple cloud-sea robe, showed no resistance whatsoever. She simply turned around and...The Hanshan Crane family is reputed to be the first family west of Yunding Mountain. Their ancestors, in the chaos of ancient times, carved out a vast territory of 60,000 li for the demon race, making them a family of honor and renown.
Of course, that was a long time ago.
When he was born in Hehua Pavilion, the Han Shanhe family had already become unremarkable.
It was when Hehua Pavilion rose to prominence, advancing steadily until it finally reached the peak, reclaimed the Fountain of Immortality, and restored the family's prestige.
When his plan failed, he relinquished the Immortal Spring to the Shenxiao realm and perished himself. Naturally, this marked another fall for Hanshan He.
Zhu Yi was nearly killed on the Southern Heaven battlefield. Her injuries were not minor; they had truly threatened her lifespan. Coincidentally, as the Shenxiao Bureau was about to open, she set her sights on the Immortal Spring. She did not desire a dried-up and lifeless Immortal Spring; she sought what Hehua Pavilion had yearned for in the past—the revival of the Immortal Spring, to continue the myth.
If the Fountain of Youth were to be restored in her hands, she could use it to recover from injuries quickly and regain respect in this dangerous world.
The Zhu family could also rise rapidly with the power of the Eternal Spring.
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Of course, achieving this result was incredibly difficult. Otherwise, the renowned Crane Family of Hanshan Mountain wouldn't have stood by helplessly as the Elixir Spring dried up during its peak. Neither would Crane Huating have fallen into the Godly Azure Bureau in an attempt to revive the Elixir Spring, ultimately leading to her demise and spiritual annihilation.
But Zhu Yi diligently searched through ancient texts, tracing history, and piecing together clues, discovering something interesting — Huahua Pavilion might still be alive!
The earliest person to have this idea was not Zhu Yi, but his rival from the time of He Hua Ting.
He said on Yunling Mountain, "If Hua Ting returns, I shall play a game of Go with him."
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This is seen as a sigh of admiration between heroes.
But Zhu Yi believed there was some truth hidden within it.
Restoring the Fountain of Youth single-handedly is undoubtedly a difficult task. But what if the layout of the Crane Flower Pavilion still existed back then What if we could directly use or continue their layout
Isn't this another kind of grafting cause and effect
The morning meal at Crushing Flower Pavilion was a scattering of fruit, and the spider's silk after the orchid bloomed in the evening!
The layout of Heavenly Demon Spider Yi in the Realm of Divine Thunder, only now fully revealed.
She made many arrangements for the spring of immortality, with special consideration given to the Cranehua Pavilion.
Even going to Yunling himself, as far as the border regions, he found the descendants of the Hanshanhe family scattered all over the world, obtained the heirlooms of the Hanshanhe family, and wove them into a net.
But in a game of chess, each player conceals their true intentions, and no one can predict the outcome with certainty.
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Especially in this situation where many parties are involved, a single pebble can create ripples that spread far and wide.
In order to prevent the human race from taking away the Bell of Wisdom, Zhuyi, despite her injuries, proactively abandoned her own plan and took action ahead of schedule, engaging in a battle with Xingnian Zen Master.
As a result, he lost the contest of skill and was almost killed by Master Xingnian's strike...
Fortunately, with the help of Arhat Immortal Court's intervention, he managed to escape with his life. But this also meant his complete withdrawal from the Shenxiao Bureau, forever losing his right to play chess.
The player who was making moves has left, the layout is scattered, but the pieces remain.
With Zhu Yi's support gone, as a pawn Zhu Lanruo still has to continue this game!
A pawn is not necessarily incapable of becoming a grandmaster, and the world of Shenxiao naturally holds infinite possibilities.
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Facing the withered Crane Flower Pavilion of Yuan Xi's Three Nines in 1922, the young and junior Zhu Lanruo stood, holding the cold mountain crane-family folding fan. He stood like a lonely orchid.
Stealing all the attention, shining brightly alone.
But instead of immediately asking, he calmly said: "Crane Hua Ting lost his father at a young age and was raised by his widowed mother. At six years old, he knew etiquette, and at nine, he understood scriptures. By thirty, he was already the peak demon king... He had no true defeats in his life, sweeping across his peers, and later, he uniquely created a path with "hostility, achievement, shaking ancient and modern!" His first step to the top was a struggle with two celestial demons. He took the initiative but pretended to be defeated, like a cicada caught, becoming the yellow sparrow in the end. Finally, he successfully retrieved the fountain of youth that the Crane family had lost long ago, becoming famous throughout the world! "
All the monsters present listened attentively, as Zhu Lan's narrative unfolded. With each word, the name "Hè Huá Tíng" no longer represented a withered husk of an ancient monster but became a vibrant legend, a tale of a peak-level powerhouse who truly lived and reigned supreme.
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He Hua Ting also listened silently as she recounted her story, the light in his eyes flickering with loneliness, as if he were transported back to those memorable times. Those days... were truly beautiful.
"But in that match where the Fountain of Rebirth was restored, the celestial demon Crane Hua Ting finally tasted the only and last failure in his life. "Spider Orchid continued in a gentle voice: 'The Fountain of Rebirth eventually returned to silence, and Crane Hua Ting was shattered, his demonic body broken, and his Dao extinguished. It is said that both his soul and spirit were wiped out." Crane Hua Ting remained silent.
> My ancestor spent his life searching ancient texts, deducing that you might still be alive. He believed you were hidden in the depths of a spring, but he never imagined you were concealed within time itself. "Zhulan said, “But even now, even after your malicious intent towards us descendants has become so clear, even after several rounds of your game… I only felt that you were a silhouette of He Hua Ting left behind in time. Until now, I dare not believe that you are He Hua Ting."
"They once left behind such a dazzling brilliance, illuminating the entire Yunling. Every younger generation, when discussing historical prodigies, would surely include them. Lanruo, when young, read their biography and, upon reading about their three triumphs at seizing the spring, applauded with delight. Yet, when reading about their downfall and death on the battlefield, they sighed three times in sorrow!"
Her eyes, which held a hint of sadness, gazed at Hehua Ting: "Even in death, Hehuating remains a legend. But who is this skeleton standing by the Spring of Immortality If you use this form to continue Hehuating's history, it would be a shame for the name Hehuating."
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Hehua Ting curled her lips: "You talk about these things, Ancestor I only find it funny. Since ancient times, the winner is king and the loser is a bandit! I die here, no one remembers. I kill all of you, who can know If I succeed in resurrection, go to your time, and continue the myth, I am the myth!"
“Does the victor become king and the loser a bandit” Zhu Lan said, “There was such a pair of great enemies. The victor was Emperor Yuan Xi, known as the strongest demon emperor since the new world, who created the most brilliant achievements after the demon clan fell to the Heavenly Prison. The loser was Great Ancestor Yu Zheng, who is still a legend among our demon clan and revered by all. We are now living in the world he left behind!”
"You should just ask your questions. Don't waste time because you're young."Hè Huá Tíng said coldly, "I will answer you truthfully." Zhū Lán Ruò said, "Back then, Hè Huá Tíng would never have been so nervous."
"Little girl, how dare you speak such words!" Crane Hua Ting said, "Don't you even consider what would happen if I were still in my prime Would you even have the chance to speak to me Your great ancestor is nothing! What right does he have to stand against me"
This statement is a bit arrogant. Zhurang may not have the chance to talk to him. But the pinnacle will always be the pinnacle, no matter what achievements Hehua Ting has, Zhuyi would not be unworthy of standing beside him. Reckless words must stem from a reckless heart. Thinking about it, this protagonist who was active during the era of Emperor Yuanxi, his heart must have been stirred! "That peerless Crane Master, probably can't come back."
Zhurang sighed softly, "This place may still be the year 3922 of Yuanxi, but the year 3922 of Yuanxi is long gone!"Heshui Pavilion looked at her, "Little girl, you go around in circles. Do you think you can unsettle me"The old man sitting on the stone sighed painfully, almost lifelessly, "This ancestor's heart has long been dried by the wind of time, even more wrinkled than my current face, without a single drop of blood!"
"Sir, you misunderstood! " Zhulan said, "I've only been reminiscing about my childhood. It holds no intention to sway your feelings nor solve the current predicament."
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She held a folding fan in one hand, the broken string tied to the middle of it.
And with the other hand, a finger trailed carelessly around the broken string.
Her beautiful eyes lifted slightly, revealing a hint of aloofness unlike her usual self, an arrogance that made it nearly unbearable for the other monsters to look at: "Why should I bother"
Without waiting for He Hua Ting to say anything more, she went straight to the point: "Back then, He Hua Ting used 'hostility' as a criterion. Your layout of this game must have involved it. As I expected, the unspoken rule you designed is that the answers given by the participants will trigger hostility. And this hostility needs to be born between us."
You need fresh hostility to stir your principles, so that this dried-up you can grasp onto something.
And once hostility reaches your needs, the trigger must be related to this everlasting spring. After all, given your current state, you don't have many choices.
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"Zhu Lanruo's features weren't particularly sharp, but right now as she spoke eloquently, a confident light shone on her beautiful face. She undoubtedly possessed the heart of a strong person! "Let me guess, Xiong Sanshi's question earlier must have frightened you! How much did you have to pay to smooth over the influence of the rules so that you could speak about your malice so nonchalantly!"
Zhu Lan continued, "But no matter what price you paid, you couldn't bear a second time, or else you wouldn't be so desperate, so tense." She last gazed at He Hua Ting, her eyes calm and her voice declaring the end: "For questions like this, I only need to ask you once more, and then you will be gone.
Faced with those exquisitely beautiful eyes, He Hua Ting naturally knew he had failed! This question-and-answer game was a helpless choice to begin with, not nearly as exciting enough. With the rules already figured out and himself having lost his privileges, there wouldn't be any more targets willing to bite. Just like Chai A Si said, all these young demon clans present were each capable individuals, pillars of talent. They wouldn't give him another chance...
But he just smiled slightly: "Then you might as well ask."
"You're still trying to scam me, but it's pointless now, Crane senior."
"Zhu Lan said: 'After Xiong Sans and Chai A Si passed the hurdles one after another, your chance was already gone. Perhaps you've spent too long here, not only has your spirit been worn down, but your eyes are no longer sharp enough!'" She sighed softly: "Even if you were given ten thousand more chances, you wouldn't capture a single living source. It might be difficult for us to do other things, but controlling your hostility is too simple."
She laid bare the rules of the game, revealing strategies to counter it, dissecting every move in this round at Crane Hua Pavilion with ruthless clarity. Crane Hua Pavilion finally smiled, not with his usual forced gaiety, but a genuine one. He sat alone by the spring, watching his reflection ripple with the water, and uttered in a lonely voice: "So, what are you still waiting for ""I actually have many questions I could ask you." Zhu Lan replied, "But I don't want to see you leave in such humiliation."
"Right now, at this moment, I don't want to ask anything else. I want to ask that question on behalf of my younger self, to the spirited and vigorous He Hua Ting— "She asked, "What was your dream"
"What kind of dangerous question is this!" He Hua Ting tugged at the corner of his dry, wrinkled mouth and said nonchalantly, "My former ideal was—" Perhaps he was choked by the wind. Perhaps the little strength he had left had been exhausted. He suddenly couldn't speak anymore. The words he thought he could easily say seemed to be weighed down and refused to leave his lips.
His lips moved, moved, and finally closed.
Even when a toothless mouth clamps down, it still sinks in.
Once I was a boy too.
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Soul aflame, blood boiling.
Now I am exhausted both physically and mentally, with a terrible appearance.
When it comes to ideals, I dare not speak their names.
Hehua Pavilion displayed a most peculiar expression, a mixture of tears and laughter, sorrow and joy. With hands withered like chicken claws, he covered his face etched with deep wrinkles. He no longer gazed at any young soul, nor allowed anyone to see him again.
All the demons could only see him slumped with his shoulders hunched and back bent, sitting there uncomfortably. His skeletal chest, like a bellows, strained outward and then caved inward. Within his parched body, he gathered the last of his strength, and then with excruciating difficulty, turned his head to the side... tilting it—and then his whole body tipped over—thump!
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And so, I fell into the Fountain of Youth!
The ripples of the Not Old Spring, that had been dividing the water evenly, had now dissipated.
The ripples that distinguished truth from falsehood were engulfed by even larger waves. And then, they returned to stillness together, to silence.
The clear water engulfed the Ché Huá Tíng, like a cup of water encompassing a drop.
Then, Hehua Pavilion just vanished.
That's how he drowned.
Above the Unold Spring, there was a white spiderweb, solidifying from emptiness, as if trying to capture something, but it ended up empty. Finally, it slowly faded away and vanished.
All demons were silent.
Hehua Pavilion must have seen this web and didn't want to become Zhupi's collection.
Or has he already recognized his own failure, exhausted and no longer struggling.
Or perhaps it's simply an inability to face the ideals of youth
There will be no answers.
Until Mount Shen once again trembled, and light flew from outside the mountain.
Lu Qi'lang suddenly asked, "Did you really read his biography Did you truly worship him"
If she had simply thrown the folding fan into the well too, watching it disappear beneath the ripples, she might have said in a quiet voice—
What do you think
The Crane Mother asked, "Do you wish to wield the long sword, lead a thousand troops, capture the enemy leader, and wear the crown of ten thousand generations" Huating practiced his sword without answering.
“For another ten years: ‘A son wishes to compile all the classics of a hundred schools into one statement, establishing a school for a thousand autumns, and starting his own lineage’”
Huating listened to the scriptures and did not reply. Another hundred years passed: "My son, your diligent efforts have never stopped, through scorching summers and freezing winters for a hundred years, you have finally achieved success today. However, you don't pursue fame or fortune, wealth or pleasure. What are you seeking" Huating replied, "Son seeks fame, seeking eternal fame. Son seeks profit, seeking the benefit of the world. Son seeks wealth and beauty, I wish my demon clan to have no poor families. In life, seek greatness; in death, seek to be revered as an exemplary sage." ---
The Transmission of Crane Huating from The Ancient Scripture Records
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