MOF Chapter 94
by VolareChapter 94: Nangong Ci’s Ten Years of Suffering, the Strange Contract is Renewed, He Will Never Again…
Nangong Yue stepped forward, seeing him expressionless, and said, “A-Ling, don’t be angry. I will definitely find out who is behind this.”
Nangong Yue’s gaze swept over the handwriting, a gentle undertone rising from the depths of his eyes: “This matter is insignificant, there’s no need to investigate who did it. It’s getting late, Headmaster, let’s begin the assessment.”
Although the others were puzzled by Nangong Ci’s decision not to pursue the matter, they quickly came up with an explanation: Immortal Lord Fufeng has always been magnanimous, so this is to be expected.
After leaving the Purification Cave, Nangong Ci excused himself due to feeling unwell and left early. Before returning to Fufeng Pavilion, he first went to the back mountain and found the peach tree he had planted long ago.
His fingertip lightly traced over the words “A-Ci,” and Nangong Ci suddenly thought: Perhaps it was because he carved these two words that Xie Ci died.
He had never been able to grow anything, he clearly knew that long ago.
Remembering Xie Ci today was accidental, how many “accidents” would there be if he forgot tomorrow? He could not resist this kind of forgetting, nor did he know how to resist it.
A flash of inspiration came to him, Nangong Ci remembered the *Record of Strange Contracts* that he had confiscated from Xie Ci, which was later put back under the bed. He hurried back to Fufeng Pavilion and found the book.
Blowing away the thin layer of dust on the first page, Nangong Ci sat down at the desk, silently gazing at the book.
Finally, he gently and cautiously opened the first page.
The pages were filled with illegible scribbles, but Nangong Ci smiled. After smiling, he couldn’t help but sigh lightly, in reality, he could only barely recognize half of it.
From then on, every day, the first thing Nangong Ci did upon waking was to carefully recall Xie Ci in his mind, and then recall him again before going to sleep at night.
Sometimes he would still inevitably forget, and then suddenly remember at some moment, breaking out in a cold sweat, he would repeatedly recite in his mind, trying to remember more deeply.
Sometimes the snow-white bird would come to knock on his window, and at the moment of opening the window, he would suddenly regain the memory that had almost been erased.
After a period of time of being sometimes clear-headed and sometimes forgetful, Nangong Ci finally found a way to create a ghost contract.
It was clearly recorded on it that two people connected by a ghost contract would not be separated in life or forgotten in death.
As he had guessed, Xie Ci’s ghost contract was indeed learned from this *Record of Strange Contracts*, and there were his handwritten notes beside it: Annoying, annoying, annoying! Difficult to learn!
Learning the ghost contract was easy, the difficult part was renewing a broken contract.
After mastering the ghost contract, Nangong Ci began to study how to establish a ghost contract with a deceased person.
This approach was a half-learned, half-modified method. If he could not succeed in one fell swoop, the worst outcome awaiting him would be death.
But whether successful or unsuccessful, it was a relief for Nangong Ci.
Thus, after Nangong Ci created his own method of renewing the ghost contract, he first set up a barrier outside the house that would disappear upon encountering a person, and then resolutely pressed down the blood contract.
At first, there was a subtle and dense pain, rising from every inch of his skin, and then the pain intensified, constantly corroding his flesh and blood.
Every drop of blood contained tens of thousands of carnivorous ants and insects, frantically drilling into his bone seams with their limbs.
The desk creaked, and Nangong Ci pushed it tightly against the wall. The items on the desk vibrated into blurry images, and then were all swept off the ground with a “crash.”
Nangong Ci pressed hard on his heart, his vision blurring between black and white. The surrounding scenery spun and shook, he raised his other hand, wanting to steady the table, but as soon as he stood up, a splitting headache instantly struck, even breathing became a luxury.
His nose felt wet, he smelled a black water smell, it seemed he had returned to the Spring Mansion of the Underworld, ahead was the Bridge of Helplessness that Xie Ci had crossed.
“Xie Ci…”
Two words escaped his mouth, Nangong Ci’s spiritual consciousness emptied, and he fell heavily to the ground.
…
“Knock knock knock”
“Knock knock knock”
Who was knocking?
Nangong Ci lay on the ground, breathing softly. He opened his eyes, and a pool of dried blood came into view.
The knocking sound rang again, but this time, Nangong Ci heard clearly that the sound was coming from outside the window.
He braced himself on the ground and stood up, reaching out to touch the most painful spot on the back of his head. When he brought his hand to the front, his palm was covered in crimson.
After a long while, he remembered what had happened.
It seemed the barrier had broken. Although the barrier would break upon encountering a person, it had the same effect on birds and beasts.
He opened the window, and it was still the familiar bird. But this time, it was holding a half-yellowed ginkgo in its mouth.
When he took the ginkgo, the red thread on his wrist fell into his eyes, Nangong Ci was stunned, the overwhelming emotions in his heart turned into silent heartbeats, throbbing in his chest one after another.
The ghost contract was renewed, he would never forget Xie Ci again.
The summer heat had faded, and autumn was deepening.
Nangong Ci decided to travel to the Six Cities to rid the people of demons and evil. The first place he wanted to go was Yi Mountain.
After Nangong Yue knew, he was very worried: “A-Ling, Yi Mountain is dangerous and obstructed, I’m afraid your old wounds haven’t healed yet, and you’ll add new ones.”
Nangong Ci gazed at his pair of gentle eyes, which had long since turned ice into water, and vaguely knew something in his heart, he shook his head: “My mind is made up, Elder Brother, there’s no need to say more.”
“Then do you want to take a few disciples with you? It would be good to have someone to take care of you on the road.” Nangong Yue looked back and forth between Lu Jinnian and Si Wumian, seeming to hesitate about who to choose.
He knew that these two disciples did not get along.
“No need.” But Nangong Ci had no such intention at all, “One person is enough.”
Azurefall, following his words, flashed at his waist, with the momentum to rush out of its scabbard and split Yi Mountain.
“Elder Brother, farewell.”
Nangong Ci gave a farewell salute, and walked out of the Southern Return Heavenly Pavilion without looking back in the eyes of the disciples.
From then on, he weathered the wind and dew, like a wandering cloud and wild crane. Only a sword accompanied him, seeking a soul.
Nangong Ci’s injuries were not light from his trip to Yi Mountain, but fortunately, he finally subdued the most evil demon.
He came out of Yi Mountain, heading towards the Six Cities. The closest to Yi Mountain were Yong City and Mo City.
Nangong Ci used his spiritual power to stop the bleeding from his wounds, planning to go to Yong City next. There was no need for one person to stay in an inn, he stopped under a tree in the wilderness and began to meditate and regulate his spiritual power.
Suddenly, a gust of Yin wind blew. Nangong Ci opened his eyes, carefully discerned, and was puzzled: This is, a hell guard?
It seemed that some wandering soul somewhere was unwilling to enter the Underworld to be reincarnated, so the hell guard came to collect the soul.
He had no intention of interfering with other people’s reincarnation, and was about to close his eyes and turn a deaf ear, but he heard a childish and familiar voice: “Get out! I won’t go back with you!”
Nangong Ci suddenly opened his eyes and looked around. Not far away, a figure was running towards him. But that figure was crawling on all fours, with a fierce look on its face, acting like a fierce beast, it didn’t look like a person at all.
Behind him, two hell guards were following him not far away with soul-locking chains.
One of the hell guards said: “A-Si, your lifespan is over, your soul has stayed in the world for too long, now you must come back with us and enter the path of reincarnation.”
“I don’t want to!” A-Si let out an angry roar, “Entering reincarnation requires drinking Meng Po soup, if I drink it, I’ll forget everything!”
Nangong Ci’s whole body stiffened, staring intently at the other side.
“This,” the hell guards looked at each other, “Isn’t that how it is when you enter reincarnation? Forget it, there’s no point in talking to you, hurry back with us.”
A-Si let out a beast-like growl in his throat: “I said, I don’t want to enter reincarnation! Come any closer, and don’t blame me for being rude to you!”
The two hell guards looked at each other and simultaneously threw out the soul-locking chains to put them on A-Si.
A spirit sword flew through the air, shaking open the soul-locking chains.
The hell guards sensed Nangong Ci’s aura and said sternly: “Who is hindering the hell guards from doing their job?”
A white figure came riding on the wind and landed in front of them. He turned his wrist, the spirit sword returned to his hand, and the sword body was shining with spiritual light.
Nangong Ci said neither humble nor arrogant: “I am a disciple of the Nangong Heavenly Pavilion, greetings to the two hell guard masters.”
Seeing that he was an immortal cultivator, who would understand the rules to some extent, the hell guard breathed a sigh of relief: “It’s okay, it’s okay, please, Immortal Lord, step aside and don’t delay our business.”
“Unfortunately.” Nangong Ci raised his sword, “I have come precisely for this matter.”
“You!”
The two hell guards were in a difficult position, first a little ghost who didn’t know why he had cultivated into a five-ghost, and always refused to be reincarnated. Now there was another immortal sect disciple blocking them, how could collecting a soul have so many problems?
Nangong Ci slightly turned sideways and said, “A-Si, it’s me.”
“Get out.” A-Si said coldly, “I can do it myself, I don’t need your help.”
Nangong Ci’s heart choked, but now was not the time to get to the bottom of things: “A-Si, you go first.”
“What kind of great hero are you pretending to be now!” A-Si glared at him fiercely, with undisguised disgust in his eyes, “Where were you when Xie Ci *gege* was injured? Where were you when Xie Ci *gege* died? Aren’t you very powerful? Aren’t you some kind of Daoist? Why didn’t you appear then to save Xie Ci *gege*?!”
After he finished speaking, taking advantage of Nangong Ci’s stunned moment, he lowered his head andCrash him with all his might.
With this crash, Nangong Ci’s wounds that had just stopped bleeding reopened, and blood slowly seeped out from inside his immortal robes.
The hell guards quickly threw the soul-locking chains, saying: “Immortal Lord, please get out of the way! This five-ghost has just taken shape, and can’t control his evil thoughts.”
Nangong Ci endured the pain and said: “You two, I’m sorry.”
With that, he shook his spirit sword, intercepted the soul-locking chains halfway, and fought with the two hell guards.
Seeing that the hell guards had no time to take care of him, and unwilling to watch, A-Si turned around and ran away.
When A-Si was completely gone, Nangong Ci stopped his sword and spat out a mouthful of blood: “I’m sorry.”
“Alas!” The two hell guards sighed, “Immortal Lord, Immortal Lord, you are confused. That little ghost doesn’t distinguish between good and evil, now how are we going to explain this when we go back?”
Nangong Ci could only say: “I’m sorry.” After saying that, he retreated back under the tree while spitting blood.
Seeing this, the hell guards had no other way, so they disappeared with mournful faces.
Nangong Ci closed his eyes and leaned against the tree trunk, A-Si’s words constantly ringing in his ears. It wasn’t until he sensed an abnormality in his spiritual veins that he woke up and forcibly stopped himself from continuing to fall into depressed emotions.
He had already self-studied forbidden techniques, defying the immortal path. Once a heart demon was born, the consequences would be endless.
After resting for two hours, Nangong Ci got up and continued to rush towards Yong City. Before leaving, he quietly glanced at the distant wild forest.
After the snow-white immortal robes walked away, a figure slowly walked out of the forest, looking at Nangong Ci for a long time, but ultimately did not chase after him.
After a day ofRunning, at dusk, Nangong Ci arrived in Yong City. He casually found an alley, intending to spend the night sitting on the ground, but he scared the two passing women out of their wits.
The two women screamed, but quickly stopped after seeing Nangong Ci’s appearance clearly.
“I’m sorry, thisYoung Master, we thought you were…”
“girl doesn’t need to apologize, I am at fault in this matter.” Nangong Ci got up, bowed somewhat apologetically, and then walked a distance into the alley, “May I ask, is it invisible from here?”
These two women were dressed unlike ordinary people, but it could be seen that one was a young lady and the other was a close maid.
The maid-dressed woman heard these words and said to the lady: “Miss, this person looks extraordinary and is so handsome, how could he be reduced to sleeping on the streets?”
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