Conferred Gods: Master Tongtian is my master

Chapter 243 Suicide

Seeing Qingmu's face full of disbelief and immersed in his own thoughts, Luo Shu stopped talking.

Yang Jian, who was standing aside, heard what his master Luo Shu said, and thought of the fact that Jade Ding Zhenren had wanted to take him in as a disciple before, and a complex look flashed in his eyes.

He sighed softly, his tone mixed with a bit of indignation and unwillingness, and slowly spoke:

"Master, the people of the Chan Sect are really abominable. They actually thought of this method to protect themselves from disasters. It's really shameful!"

Seeing that Yang Jian, who was usually calm, was now full of indignation, Luo Shu smiled slightly and said:

"My disciple, the people of the Chan Sect have been acting hypocritically for a long time. You will get used to it."

"Besides, there will be many opportunities to deal with them in the future, so don't worry too much."

Upon hearing this, Yang Jian's indignation did not dissipate immediately, but he took a deep breath, tried to calm himself, and his eyes gradually regained their former clarity.

"Master, what you said is very true. I will learn from your teachings."

Yang Jian answered respectfully, with a hint of firmness and relief in his tone.

Luo Shu nodded with satisfaction. He knew very well that Yang Jian had a strong character and just needed some guidance and advice occasionally.

At this moment, he felt very relieved to see that his disciples were able to quickly adjust their mentality.

"Good, good, I am very pleased that you have this realization."

There was some approval and relief in Luo Shu's words. He was about to continue to counsel Yang Jian, but was suddenly interrupted by a sudden cry of grief.

Aoki was lying on the ground, his body trembling slightly, his eyes closed tightly, tears sliding from the corners of his eyes and soaking his clothes.

His voice was filled with despair and unwillingness, as if he wanted to vent out all the grievances and pain that had been pent up at this moment.

"what--!!!"

Qing Mu suddenly opened his eyes. The eyes that were once full of hope were now filled with despair. "Why do you treat me like this?"

"I sincerely became your disciple, and practiced hard day and night, just to pursue the great way, but why is it all in vain in the end? Why did you treat me like this?"

When Yang Jian heard this, he couldn't help but feel sympathy and pity.

He took a step forward, wanting to comfort her, but didn't know where to start.

Aoki lay on the ground, looking at the sky with empty eyes, a bitter smile on the corner of his mouth, which hid too much helplessness and self-mockery.

"I...I went up the mountain to practice, and my master taught me everything he knew. I thought I was lucky and had met a good teacher."

"But in the end, it all turned out to be nothing more than a mirage, an empty dream."

His voice was low and hoarse, and every word sounded like a sigh squeezed from the bottom of his heart.

"And I... and I,"

Aoki's tone was full of self-mockery, "But I found myself to be just a pawn."

“A chess piece that is manipulated at will in someone else’s chess game can be discarded and forgotten at any time.”

"This world, this path of cultivation, is so sad! So sad!"

Yang Jian stared at Qingmu's face which was twisted by pain, his heart was like surging waves with mixed emotions.

His thoughts couldn't help but drift away, imagining that if he had not been lucky enough to be recognized by his master Luo Shu and accepted as his disciple, then everything Qingmu was experiencing at this moment might have become a reflection of his own destiny.

This heavy thought deepened his sympathy and understanding for Aoki.

He slowly squatted down, looking at Aoki at eye level, his deep eyes revealing incomparable sincerity and concern.

He spoke softly, his tone full of warmth and strength: "Aoki, listen, this is not your fault."

"You are just an ordinary person pursuing the path to immortality. These are all calculations and conspiracies of the Chan Sect and have nothing to do with you."

"You shouldn't blame yourself for this, and you shouldn't let this pain consume your soul."

As Qingmu listened to Yang Jian's comfort, the despair in his eyes gradually dissipated, replaced by a complex emotion.

He looked at Yang Jian, a hint of gratitude flashing in his eyes.

However, Qingmu himself knew that his determination to pursue the Tao had been destroyed and there was no possibility for him to make further progress.

Besides, I no longer have the will to live. So, death, for me, might be a relief.

So, in a state of near desperate calm, Qingmu made a decision that shocked both Luoshu and Yang Jian.

Aoki slowly closed his eyes and took a deep breath, as if he was saying his final goodbye.

Then, he mobilized the last bit of spiritual power in his body that was almost exhausted. This spiritual power was weak and trembling, but it carried all his determination.

Aoki's palm slowly raised, his fingertips trembling slightly, and finally fell firmly between his eyebrows.

"puff--!!!"

A dull and heavy sound cut through the air, followed by a mouthful of blood gushing out from Aoki's tightly closed lips, staining the collar of his shirt red.

This scene was so sudden that Luo Shu and Yang Jian who were present were stunned.

Yang Jian stepped forward quickly, trying to stop Qingmu's crazy behavior, but it was too late.

He could only watch as Qingmu's body trembled violently due to the backlash of spiritual power and the fire of life was quickly extinguished.

“Master, this… this…”

Yang Jian's voice was trembling, and every word seemed to be squeezed out with difficulty from the depths of his throat. His eyes were full of disbelief and deep shock.

Luo Shu stood there, his eyes deep and heavy, falling on Qingmu's lifeless body, with mixed feelings in his heart.

"This is Qingmu's choice. He is a disciple of the Chan Sect, and the master-disciple relationship between him and Jade Ding Zhenren forces him to do this."

Luo Shu finally spoke, and every word he spoke was like a hammer hitting Yang Jian's heart.

"We may never understand the pain and despair in his heart. Aoki...maybe he really thinks death is a relief."

Upon hearing this, Yang Jian nodded, then looked at his master Luo Shu and continued:

"Master, what should we do next?"

Upon hearing this, Luo Shu slowly shifted his gaze from Qingmu's body to the Zhou army camp in the distance.

The corners of his mouth curled up into a smile, and his voice was slightly profound:

"Tell the generals at Jiameng Pass to take the 100,000 troops led by Qingmu into Jiameng Pass."

Having said that, Luo Shu's voice paused slightly, and a hint of coldness flashed in his eyes.

"But anyone who disobeys or has different intentions will be executed on the spot without mercy."

Yang Jian was shocked when he heard this. He knew that what his master said was true, and he also understood that this was for the sake of the overall situation.

So he nodded heavily, his eyes revealing a determination and courage.

"Disciple understands. I will pass on the message right away!"

After saying that, Yang Jian turned around and was about to leave, but was stopped by Luo Shu again.

"Wait, disciple, call your brothers and sisters, and go to Jiameng Pass with me."

"Yes, Master!"

Upon hearing this, Yang Jian turned and walked towards Yuan Hong and others.

However, Luo Shu was thinking about what to do next.