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"Shizun! Please! You have to understand! This lowly disciple truly didn’t know!" Luo Binghe pleaded like a beggar, on his knees, hands folded tightly together.
The Endless Abyss stood in stark contrast to the dark green grass and quiet landscape, a rift between worlds. But the other side was not kind to those who entered.
He knew this moment would come. He knew Binghe would not accept his fate so easily. And yet… he still had to push him.
"You told me! Not all demons are evil, just like not all cultivators are good!" he continued desperately, even as Xiu Ya hovered dangerously close to piercing his chest. "Shizun, I’ll do anything! Just let me remain by your side!"
The protagonist needed to find his golden finger. Within the Endless Abyss, he would learn how to fight, how to defend, how to strategize… and meet his three thousand wives.
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...But who decided that?
Why did he have to go through all that pain? Why couldn’t this story be about a demon who proves that demons can be just as good as cultivators?
The answer was no. It could never be.
That hack author and that damned system are at fault!
As if summoned by the thought, the system flickered into existence above Binghe’s head.
[If you skip this section of the story, many points will be extracted!]
He stared at it, refusing to even glance at Binghe. If he didn’t do this… he would die.
Summoning every ounce of strength he had left, he forced his voice into something cold.
"Luo Binghe, do you know what you are? A Heavenly Demon. Your kind was banished from the heavens, cursed to live among demons."
He stepped closer, Xiu Ya nearly pressing into Binghe’s chest, but yet the boy refused to move an inch.
He looked at him.
At the boy he had raised.
At the boy he knew would survive this… but would suffer so much that he would never again be the same white lotus standing before him now.
"Shizun! Please! I—"
The words were cut off as Xiu Ya dropped.
"I—" Shen Qingqiu faltered. "I can’t do this!"
What did it matter? He would die either way! Even if he got another body, Binghe would find him again!
But worst of all… he didn’t want Binghe to suffer.
He wanted him to live. To truly live out his years happily.
Despair crashed over Shen Qingqiu like a tidal wave.
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It was fine.
He had already died once, pain he couldn’t even remember.
Maybe the system—His line of thought was stopped by the timer that appeared on the screen of the system. Oh well this is gonna be his last minute of his second life, at least this Binghe will have a happy life.
While his thoughts spiraled, Binghe clutched his knees, burying his face into his robes, sobbing. His Shizun patting his head subconsciously.
"Thank you! I love you! I love you! You are too kind..."
"Binghe," he said quietly, forcing himself to stay composed, "listen carefully."
Binghe froze, as if clinging to every word.
"You need to hide it. Not because I wouldn’t accept you…" His voice softened for just a moment. "The sect wouldn’t."
A pause.
"If anyone asks, say a Heavenly Demon attacked you. Say you were cursed. Shang-shishu will most likely support you, after all he might state that that ice demon was too strong to be a regular one."
"Yes, Shizun!" Binghe answered immediately, as if this was salvation itself.
Good.
At least this way… he would live.
[10 seconds!!!]
Alarm bells were now ringing in his head, but he ignored them.
[9 seconds!!!]
[8 seconds!!!]
[7 seconds!!!]
[6 seconds!!!]
[5 seconds!!!]
"Binghe just know that you were dearly-
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loved by your Shizun-
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my love would-
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also not stop in-
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Death."
He smiled at Binghe for probably the last time. He tried to imprint his disciples lucious hair, his now beautiful red eyes and the mark of sin on his forehead, that was glowing faintly like a firefly. He closed his eyes and accepted his death.
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"Do you really- mean it?" Binghe said in a hopeful voice. How is he not dead...? He slowed cracked his eyes open and saw the Abyss. The wind. Everything unchanged. Although the system turned red and displayed the following scripture:
Warning! Warning! Warning!
Future Wife can't die!
Customization applied to accommodate the protagonist’s life companion...
Future Wife can't die!
Customization applied to accommodate the protagonist’s life companion..
Future Wife can't die!
Customization applied to accommodate the protagonist’s life companion.
Future Wife can't die!
Customization applied to accommodate the protagonist’s life companion..
Finished!
WHAT!