noveltune Chapter 239 How many tragedies are hidden in the dust of history? No one knows.
Chapter 239 How many tragedies are hidden in the dust of history? No one knows.
Hundreds of people were crammed together at the bottom of the pool, some still struggling, others already dead.
The blood stained the pool red, then slowly turned black and began to stink.
Centuries have passed.
The remains at the bottom of the pool slowly rotted away, leaving only white bones.
But their resentment did not dissipate; instead, it grew heavier and heavier, trapping them at the bottom of this dark and sunless pool, day after day, year after year, enduring endless darkness and pain.
They were unaware that dynasties had changed, that the Qing Dynasty had fallen, and that the outside world was now a peaceful and prosperous place.
They only remember the fear and pain of being slaughtered, and the boundless resentment.
Shen Yu slowly opened his eyes, his gaze heavy.
Hundreds of lives were lost just like that.
No one knows how many such tragedies are hidden in the dust of history.
"Senior...?" The evil cultivator saw Shen Yu open his eyes and his expression was not good, so he called out cautiously.
Shen Yu snapped out of his daze and gave him a cold look.
These beasts of the Nine Chrysanthemum Sect not only don't want these wronged souls to rest in peace, but they also exploit their suffering to refine their resentment and use it to perform some kind of evil magic called "Return of the Ancestor".
It's absolutely outrageous.
"Senior, you see... you've examined the formation, and you know the origins of the wronged spirits. Could you please let me go?"
The heretical practitioners are still desperately begging for mercy.
"I promise I'll never do anything bad again. I'm going back to Japan right now and I'll never come to China again!"
"Let you go?" Shen Yu scoffed.
"You've refined so many wronged souls, killed so many innocent people, and you still think you can leave?"
"I didn't harm anyone!" the evil cultivator quickly protested.
"I was just setting up an array to absorb the resentment. Those missing tourists were all affected by the resentment and jumped into the river on their own. It has nothing to do with me!"
"It's none of your business?" Shen Yu's eyes grew even colder.
"If you hadn't broken the seal and extracted the resentment, would the resentment have leaked out? Would those tourists have been in trouble?"
The heretical cultivator was rendered speechless by the questioning and could only lower his head, not daring to speak.
After a while, he raised his head again, a sinister expression on his face, and said in a fierce but weak tone:
"Senior, I advise you to release me. Our Nine Chrysanthemum Sect is not to be trifled with. If you kill me, our elders will not let you off!"
At that time, you and your family will all be buried with me!
He thought that by invoking the name of the Nine Chrysanthemums Sect, he could intimidate Shen Yu.
But to his surprise, Shen Yu laughed after hearing this.
"The Nine Chrysanthemum Sect?" Shen Yu shook his head. "I don't take them seriously at all. If your elders dare to come, I'll take care of them too."
The evil cultivator's face turned pale instantly.
He hadn't expected that this person wouldn't even be afraid of the elders of the Nine Chrysanthemum Sect.
"You...you shouldn't be so arrogant!" The evil cultivator was still putting on a brave face.
"Let me tell you, once this Hundred Souls Vengeance Array is activated, it cannot be forcibly interrupted!"
If you dare to break the formation, the resentment that has been accumulating at the bottom of the pool for hundreds of years will completely erupt, and the entire ancient town downstream will be swallowed up by the resentment. At that time, even more people will die!
If you release me now, I can slowly withdraw my forces, making sure not a single innocent person is harmed!
He wasn't really sure when he said that.
He just wanted to take a gamble, betting that Shen Yu wouldn't dare to take the risk, betting that Shen Yu would consider the people in the ancient town.
Shen Yu looked at him as if he were a fool.
"You think I'd negotiate with you?" Shen Yu said calmly. "You think you can threaten me with such a lousy formation?"
He said this without further ado, raising his hands and quickly forming a hand seal.
Pale golden spiritual energy surged from his body and gathered at his fingertips. He did not forcefully break the formation, as that would indeed cause the resentment to spiral out of control.
He has a better way.
Shen Yu flicked his fingers, sending out eighteen golden streams of spiritual energy that struck the eighteen black wooden stakes precisely.
"Click— Click—"
The eighteen wooden stakes snapped instantly, and the talismans on them burst into flames and turned to ashes.
The energy connection to the wooden stakes was severed, and the Hundred Souls Vengeance Array immediately stopped. The churning of the pool water decreased significantly, and the amount of resentment emanating from it also diminished considerably.
The heretical practitioner was dumbfounded.
He hadn't expected that Shen Yu could find the key points of the formation so accurately and break his Hundred Souls Vengeance Formation in one move.
This is a secret formation of the Nine Chrysanthemum Sect. Even their Grand Elder might not be able to break it so easily.
What level of cultivation does this young man possess?
The evil cultivator grew increasingly terrified. He knew he had truly kicked a hornet's nest this time, and a rock-solid one at that.
After breaking the formation, Shen Yu did not stop. He looked up at the soul bottle floating in mid-air.
Although the soul bottle had lost the blessing of the array, it had already absorbed a lot of resentment and was still glowing faintly.
Shen Yu reached out and the Soul Bottle flew into his hand automatically. He weighed it in his hand; it was icy cold, and waves of resentment emanated from within.
"No... Don't touch that!" the evil cultivator cried out hastily. "The resentment in the soul bottle is very strong. If it's broken, it will..."
Before he could finish speaking, Shen Yu tightened his grip on his finger.
"Click—"
The black soul bottle was crushed into pieces.
"Buzz—"
A thick, black aura of resentment surged from the fragments, like a black dragon, baring its fangs and claws as it lunged at Shen Yu.
The evil cultivator closed his eyes in fright, thinking to himself: It's over, it's all over now.
The resentment in the soul bottle is so strong that once it erupts, the entire dam will be filled with it, and he will die from its invasion.
But after waiting for a long time, the pain he expected did not come.
He cautiously opened his eyes and saw a scene he would never forget.
The thick, impenetrable black resentment, before Shen Yu, remained obediently suspended in mid-air, like a docile kitten, motionless.
Shen Yu was surrounded by a pale golden light. The resentment that came into contact with the golden light melted away quickly, like ice and snow meeting the sun.
In less than ten seconds, all the resentment in the soul bottle was completely purified, leaving not a trace.
The heretical practitioner's mouth was wide open, big enough to fit an egg.
Is this... is this even human?!
Such intense resentment was purified so easily? And it was purified using spiritual power?
How strong must one's cultivation be, and how pure must one's spiritual energy be, to do that?
The evil cultivator was completely dumbfounded. He had cultivated for decades and had never seen or even heard of such a powerful person.
Just as the evil cultivator was in shock, Shen Yu had already reached the edge of the Blackwater Pool.
Although the resentment in the soul bottle has been purified, there is still more resentment at the bottom of the pool.
The resentment accumulated over hundreds of years is far greater than that of a single soul bottle.