boyutpedia Chapter 26 Do your best and leave the rest to fate
Chapter 26 Do your best and leave the rest to fate
[The host has killed the story character Yue Laosan (Qing), triggering a lottery draw. Do you wish to draw now?]
[The host has defeated the story character Ye Erniang (Qing), triggering a lottery draw. Do you wish to draw now?]
As Ye Erniang's life slipped away in extreme pain, the cold system notification sounded repeatedly in Russell's mind. At this moment, the character card of the Wolf King also lost its effect, and the abundant power in his body receded rapidly like a tide, returning to his own level.
Russell let out a long breath and looked around. He saw that the swarming wolf pack and the wolf carcasses scattered all over the valley had turned into specks of grayish-white light and quickly dissipated into the air without leaving any trace.
Yes, these wolves are all included in the character card of the Wolf King. When the card effect ends, they naturally return to nothingness, leaving only a devastated valley and a strong smell of blood.
After nailing Ye Erniang and Yue Laosan, who had also been drained of their energy, to the cliff face, Russell carved the words "The one who killed Ye Erniang, Yue Laosan, and Yun Zhonghe is Russell" on the cliff before leaving.
He found the sleeping baby on a boulder deep in the forest. After checking him over, he confirmed that Aning was just tired from being frightened and had fallen into a deep sleep after being slightly drugged, and was not seriously injured. Only then did Russell carefully pick him up and turn around to head back towards Stone Buddha City.
As dawn broke, the atmosphere in the Sun family courtyard remained somber.
At the courtyard gate, Duan Yu stood with his hands tucked into his sleeves, his brows furrowed, his face filled with lingering sorrow and helplessness.
Overnight, the happy family of four was struck by such a calamity, which intensified his aversion to the martial world and made him feel powerless.
He thought that if he knew martial arts, he might be able to help, instead of standing at the door, unable to do anything.
"Brother Duan, how is Brother Sun?" A familiar voice came from behind him. Duan Yu turned around abruptly and saw Russell, looking travel-worn, walking quickly towards him.
"Brother Luo, you're finally back!" Seeing Luo Su return with A Ning, Duan Yu's heart finally settled down a little. He quickly said, "Miss Mu had a doctor come and said that Brother Sun's injuries were too severe. Right now, he can only be kept alive, and it's hard to say whether he will wake up."
Russell nodded and carried Aning into the house.
The room was filled with the strong smell of medicine. Sun Ping lay motionless on the bed, his face as pale as paper, his lips bloodless, and his chest wrapped in a thick white cloth, from which faint bloodstains still seeped. The withered leaf spirit in his hand was continuously supplying him with life force.
Mu Wanqing sat to the side meditating and regulating her breathing, presumably having transferred internal energy to Sun Ping.
"Young Master Luo, Aning..." Madam Su had been staying by the bedside, her eyes red and swollen, her face haggard. When she saw Luo Su return with the child in his arms, but there was no sign of the child moving, a bad premonition suddenly rose in her heart, and she could barely stand.
Now that her husband's fate is unknown, if something happens to her son, she will have no hope of living.
"Don't worry, Madam, Aning is fine. She's just a little frightened and is sleeping soundly," Russell immediately reassured her, gently handing Aning to Madam Su.
Feeling her child's steady breathing, Mrs. Su's tense nerves suddenly relaxed. She hugged her child tightly in her arms, but tears kept streaming down her face. It was a mixture of fear and relief.
"Where's Ayan?" Russell asked.
"Ayan cried all night and just fell asleep in the inner room," Madam Su replied softly, wiping away her tears.
Russell looked at the haggard Madam Su and said gently, "Madam, you must have been quite frightened last night. Take Aning to rest first. I'll take care of things here."
Madam Su shook her head, her gaze falling on her husband's lifeless face, her expression filled with sorrow: "I can't leave. If Ping-ge is destined to suffer this calamity, then I must accompany him on the last leg of his life."
Russell remained silent for a moment, then stopped trying to persuade him. He gestured for Mu Wanqing and Duan Yu to step aside, helped Sun Ping up, and positioned him against him in a posture conducive to the flow of true energy. Using himself as a medium, he maximized the restorative power of the withered leaf spirit.
And so, time passed little by little.
From the first light of dawn to midday sun, then to the setting sun, and finally to nightfall once more, oil lamps were lit inside the house.
After two days and two nights without sleep or rest, the spiritual essence stored in the withered leaf was almost completely drained before Sun Ping's breath changed from barely perceptible to a faint whisper.
Russell sighed softly as he retrieved the withered leaf spirit. If he had suffered such injuries, he wouldn't have needed to expend so much energy; at most, he would have recovered within a tenth of that amount.
Ultimately, it was because Sun Ping had never practiced martial arts, and his internal organs and meridians were too weak. Most of the spiritual energy in the withered leaf spirit was lost during transmission, and he only absorbed about one or two percent of it.
This is the limit of what he can do; the rest is up to fate.
Under the cover of night, Russell lay alone on the roof of the White Pine Inn, leaning against the ridge, gazing up at the vast and boundless starry sky.
The Stone Buddha City is deserted at night, no longer bustling with people during the day. Only the occasional bark of a dog in the distance adds to the desolation.
Russell stroked the cat-eye beads in his hand, silently absorbing the energy and spirit he had gained from Yue Laosan and Ye Erniang.
In terms of quality alone, Ye Erniang's internal strength is significantly higher than that of Yue Laosan, Yun Zhonghe, and Zhong Wanchou.
Of the four, Zhong Wanchou's internal energy was of the lowest quality, mixed and unstable, like a pile of haphazardly stacked earth and stones.
Yun Zhonghe was next, but his quantity was not large, and his blood was murky and turbid, mixed with a frivolous and lewd aura. This was obviously related to his evil practice of indulging in sexual pleasures and was flashy but insubstantial.
Next is Yue Laosan, who is large in quantity and coarse in quality. He follows a fierce, violent, and unorthodox path. His internal energy is like unrefined pig iron, more ferocious than pure, and full of malevolence, making it difficult to control.
Ye Erniang is unique in that her nature is not only pure and mellow, but also smooth and free in its operation. What is even more rare is her purity and cleanliness. She is almost completely free from the sinister or violent aura that is characteristic of evil arts. Judging from her attributes alone, one might mistake her for a hero from a righteous sect.
As for where she got her martial arts skills, and how a weak woman could have mastered them to this level in such a short time, Russell could figure it out with a grain of salt.
Therefore, Xuan Ci's death was not unjust at all.
"Brother Luo, come and pull me up!"
Duan Yu's voice came from downstairs. Russell looked down and saw Duan Yu holding two rather large wine jugs, looking up and waving at him.
"Brother Duan, why aren't you asleep in the middle of the night?" Russell chuckled and gracefully leaped down from the rooftop, landing in front of Duan Yu.
"It's not that I couldn't sleep, but I figured you must be awake too, Brother Luo, so I came to chat and have a couple of drinks with you," Duan Yu said, shaking the wine jug in his hand and forcing a smile.