Love Travels through Time (My father who traveled through time and space to cultivate immortality came back to pick me up) - Chapter 12
Chapter 12: Bad Person
Xiang Haikui waited outside for over half an hour before Daochen finally emerged.
After listening to his lengthy explanation, Xiang Haikui understood that the little black snake needed to be hospitalized for treatment, at least for three months, and there was no guarantee it would survive.
Xiang Haikui thanked Daochen once again and then left, leading her camel beast away.
She needed to take the troublemaker Lu Xiqiao back to Silver Sand.
The mirage demon wasn’t an urgent concern at the moment.
From what she saw in the dream, even if it were released, its cultivation would be nearly depleted, and it wouldn’t pose much of a threat.
Halfway through the journey, Xiang Haikui sensed a fluctuation of spiritual energy ahead using her Wind-Chasing Qi Observation technique.
It turned out to be Bai Xingxian.
“Little Bai!” she shouted loudly.
Soon, Bai Xingxian rode over on his camel beast, looking at her with concern: “Little Kui, have you met Master Daochen?”
“It’s good that you’re fine.”
Bai Xingxian breathed a sigh of relief.
Xiang Haikui was puzzled: “What’s wrong?”
The sun was scorching, and Bai Xingxian took a sip of water first: “Last night, when you mentioned Daochen, I couldn’t recall him at first. But after sleeping on it, I remembered—he’s a bad person. So I was a bit worried about you and came to check.”
Xiang Haikui: “A bad person?”
Bai Xingxian pointed at the sword case on her back: “Daochen, like us, is a master of a divine sword. My uncle owns three divine swords. The earliest one, the Tianren Sword, was given to him. Back then, my uncle used divination to wait for a destined person, and he found Daochen. Daochen wanted to become the strongest sword cultivator, but my uncle noticed that he was filled with malice, had a bloodthirsty nature, and was covered in resentment. He had the aura of someone who would die young on the streets. Originally, my uncle didn’t plan to pay him any mind.”
But since fate had brought them together, and it was unclear where this fate originated, Yin Changli decided to keep Daochen by his side under the condition of gifting him the sword, hoping to enlighten him in some way.
However, even after a hundred years, Daochen hadn’t changed in the slightest.
So Yin Changli gifted him the Tianren Sword.
“The Tianren Sword is a sword of supreme benevolence. My uncle hoped that this sword could be his final chance at redemption.”
After hearing about the cultivation method of the Tianren Sword, Xiang Haikui’s mouth twitched.
No wonder Daochen was so diligent in healing and saving people.
Turns out it wasn’t out of compassion, but out of necessity.
Xiang Haikui: “Since he’s cultivating the Tianren Sword, why are you still worried?”
Bai Xingxian shook his head: “You don’t know this, but my uncle once went to visit him and came back saying there was no hope for him. My uncle rarely judges someone so harshly. If he said that, then Daochen must be rotten to the core.”
Xiang Haikui rubbed her chin.
Daochen had been in Silver Sand for decades, saving countless lives and earning a stellar reputation. That couldn’t be fake.
But her boss couldn’t possibly be wrong about someone. She felt uneasy: “I left the little black snake with him. Do you think it’ll be okay?”
If Daochen didn’t save the little black snake, it would die anyway.
Saving it would actually be a good deed.
“You’re fine, so why worry about that snake?”
Bai Xingxian had no interest in it since he couldn’t eat it anyway.
“No, I need to go back and check.”
Xiang Haikui turned back to the previous tribe, only to be told that Daochen had left shortly after she did.
What was initially just a slight intuition of concern now seemed highly suspicious to Xiang Haikui: “Little Bai, you said these divine swords are connected and can sense each other, right?”
“Exactly, as long as the distance isn’t too far.”
Bai Xingxian pulled out two golden teeth.
“I found you using the Tianbao Sword.”
He understood what Xiang Haikui was getting at and, as he spoke, tossed the Tianbao Twin Swords into the air: “Go!”
Daochen stood on a sand dune, holding a jar containing the little black snake in one hand and a formation disk in the other.
“Yin Changli, you thought giving me a sword that can’t kill would render me powerless?”
Daochen sneered and threw the formation disk into the air.
Daochen was the formation master that the Lu family from the royal capital had hired, as mentioned by Lu Xiqiao.
He had been practicing medicine in the northern deserts for decades, all to find the sealed location of the mirage demon.
It was incredibly difficult to locate because the mirage demon was trapped in an ancient “quicksand formation,” which had no fixed area and constantly moved across the vast desert.
“Yin Changli, do you know why I saved you and didn’t let you die? You’re a great demon, after all. How could I bear to let you die? Later, I’ll extract your soul to enhance the spiritual energy of this formation disk and draw the quicksand formation here. Then, I’ll let the mirage demon devour you, and it will regain its former glory, perhaps even become stronger.”
By then, the entire central borderlands would be slaughtered, turning into a living hell.
Once the mirage demon had accumulated enough karmic retribution, he would use the Tianren Sword to slay it, instantly achieving a full measure of merit.
This method of creating disasters and then resolving them was something he had tried many times before.
It was how he had cultivated his power.
Otherwise, relying on random acts of salvation, how long would it take?
“Once I achieve unity with the Dao and break free from this sword, I’ll still be the strongest in the world, hahaha!”
Thinking of the grand spectacle of the endless yellow sands of the borderlands stained with blood, Daochen laughed maniacally for a moment before immediately beginning the soul extraction ritual.
The little black snake in the jar twisted its body but was too weak to struggle.
A black mist began to separate from the snake’s body and gathered at Daochen’s fingertips.
Daochen tried to push the black mist into the formation disk, but the mist resisted fiercely.
As Daochen struggled with the black mist, he suddenly heard the sound of camel beasts approaching.
Someone was coming.
Daochen had no choice but to wave his sleeve, temporarily storing the black mist within it.
When Xiang Haikui arrived, she saw Daochen standing before an activated formation, with the jar containing the little black snake discarded at his feet.
She frowned: “Master Daochen, what are you doing?”
Daochen was just about to come up with an excuse when Lu Xiqiao, who had just woken up on the camel beast, exclaimed: “So you’re the formation master my family hired!”
Although Bai Xingxian had said Daochen wasn’t a good person, Xiang Haikui was still surprised.
She turned to Lu Xiqiao, who was riding with her: “Are you sure?”
Lu Xiqiao assured her: “Absolutely! I don’t know what formation he’s using, but the formation disk is a treasure of my Lu family. I once asked my father to lend it to me, and he refused!”
Daochen’s face turned as dark as a pot: “You’re the young master of the Lu family?”
Lu Xiqiao pointed his thumb at himself: “That’s right! Lu Zhengtu is my father, and I’m the genuine second young master of the Lu family!”
Daochen coldly demanded: “Then whose side are you on?”
As the two argued, Bai Xingxian quietly explained to Xiang Haikui: “Daochen probably wants the mirage demon to devour the snake demon to restore its cultivation and enhance its destructive power.”
It seemed the snake demon was even more nutritious than he had imagined.
Bai Xingxian licked his lips again and begged Xiang Haikui: “Let’s just take it back.”
The sword case opened, and Xiang Haikui drew Tian kuang, leaping down from the camel beast: “This is what they call a wolf in sheep’s clothing. I’ve truly seen it today.”
As Xiang Haikui swung her sword, the Buddhist beads on Daochen’s wrist suddenly transformed into a blade-less silver sword.
“So you’re also a master of a divine sword.”
