Out of fear of death, Invest Everything into Health-Chapter 291 - 149: My Heart Is Clear, Wubing Is Free of Pain

Chapter 291: Chapter 149: My Heart Is Clear, Wubing Is Free of Pain

Lord Rou’s tone showed no regret, "My desire to become a god was always to protect all living beings under the heavens. Now, I don’t even know if what I’ve done can be considered as protection. Perhaps, it’s still not enough." He looked at Fan Wubing, "You’re right, I’ve trapped them here, which in itself is a form of suffering for them. But I... have no other way. I’m sorry."

A single "Sorry" made Fan Wubing’s whole body tremble; he said guiltily, "I didn’t know the truth before, please forgive me, Lord Rou."

"It’s alright, it’s alright. You’re not wrong."

Fan Wubing’s eyes gleamed, "But the source of all this lies in the Celestial Balance Upper City, in the Li Palace, doesn’t it?"

Lord Rou said, "They will not look over here."

The Mountain God gave a sorrowful smile, "What a laughable empire this is."

Lord Rou said, "You should leave. This city has long been deeply afflicted. Don’t stay too long, lest you catch the illness. Such an illness, no ordinary medicine can cure."

The Mountain God looked at Fan Wubing, "Lord Envoy, will you report this back?"

Fan Wubing shook his head, "I am not the Special Envoy."

The Mountain God was stunned for a moment, then laughed, "I had a feeling about that for a long time. How could an envoy from the Court be as pure-hearted as you are, sir? They would only tell me not to see, not to hear, not to speak anything forbidden."

Fan Wubing stepped forward and touched the tumor, the bulging mass of proliferating flesh, each line a scar of pain from illness.

Just by touching it, one could feel the agony caused by the illness.

He closed his eyes, sensing...

Screams, roars, moans. The patients struggled, wept, tossed, and turned night and day, without peace.

He knew it too well, so well as if he had experienced it himself.

No, it was not like he had. He had experienced it himself indeed.

In his past life, he had died of cancer. He had felt this kind of pain, and countless nights and days he wished for death.

"What are you... planning to do?" Lord Rou asked.

Fan Wubing opened his eyes and said, "Lord Rou, leave the illnesses to me."

With these words, silence fell all around.

It was as if the pulsating blood vessels of Lord Rou had been frozen.

"What are you saying?" Lord Rou’s tone carried some anger.

The Mountain God trembled, "Lord Envoy?" He was too shocked to remember to change his address.

Fan Wubing said again, "Leave the illnesses to me."

Lord Rou said angrily, "I will not allow anyone to make a joke out of this matter!"

Fan Wubing shook his head, "I am not joking; I truly think so."

Lord Rou was silent for a long time, "You cannot endure it."

"I can endure it."

"On what basis can you endure?"

"On this." Fan Wubing operated the Unwarranted Qi Creation Skill, drawing a wisp of gray light from a scar on Lord Rou, then slowly purifying and transforming it. The gray light gradually became clear and transparent. Yet he frowned, sweating heavily, as if suffering from some pain.

The Mountain God was dumbfounded.

Lord Rou was shocked, and his tumor trembled, "You... how did you do this?"

The sickness in Sickness City is a disease of fortune. It’s caused by the backlash of fortune after the Imperial Dynasty’s path failed.

Fortune, fully known as Innate Creation Qi. The Unwarranted Qi Creation Skill evolved a capability after devouring a wisp of the Great Li’s dynasty dragon qi. The capability is described as [Your sensitivity to "Innate Creation Qi" will become sharper, and through certain means, you can seize "Innate Creation Qi"].

Fan Wubing seized the Innate Creation Qi that imposed illness.

Then, using "Tongue’s Greed," he digested the part of the illness, leaving only the pure Innate Creation Qi.

He smiled, "Never mind how I did it. I truly can do it."

Lord Rou was silent for a while, "But you were in pain just now. This means..."

The Mountain God looked at Lord Rou and swallowed.

Lord Rou said, "You will go through the agony of the disease."

The Mountain God trembled and asked, "Is it really so?"

Fan Wubing said nothing.

The Mountain God knew it to be true. He stepped forward, hugging Fan Wubing’s leg, weeping sorrowfully, "Lord Envoy, perhaps you shouldn’t. That is truly painful..." He had seen those who were ill and knew what kind of suffering it was, worse than a thousand cuts by far.

Fan Wubing kicked him away, "A dignified Mountain God, to end up like this, stop crying!"

"Lord Envoy!"

Fan Wubing was the first person in three hundred years with whom the Mountain God could converse, and he received a lot of Incense Fire God Radiance from him. Even the hardest heart softened with such grace. Moreover, the Mountain God could be considered a good god himself; he just lacked the ability.

Fan Wubing looked at Lord Rou and said, "Isn’t Lord Rou also enduring this pain? If Lord Rou can endure, why can’t I?"

Lord Rou said, "I am a demon originally, indifferent to such pain. You are different; you are a Cultivator. Such pain can pierce through your Dao heart, destroy your foundation, and taint your will with defilement. Your future is bright; how can you be soiled by such filth?"

Fan Wubing’s eyes shone like the galaxy, "No. My heart is clear, unbothered by filth."

These words made the Mountain God tremble speechless, shedding tears nonstop.

Before they entered the city, he had heard Lord Envoy say such words. Back then, he thought it was mere lip service, but now... now indeed!

"Boo hoo hoo..." The Mountain God cried mournfully.

"Stop crying, it sounds like a wolf howl!" Fan Wubing waved his hand, scattering a large swath of Incense Fire God Radiance to the Mountain God.

But the latter only looked at him, unwilling to accept it.

Fan Wubing took a deep breath, "Trust me. Once I finish this task, I will establish a new golden body for you, ensuring that no demon or evil spirit dares to harm you in the slightest."

"Lord Envoy..."

Fan Wubing approached Lord Rou, "Lord Rou, come. Hand it all to me."

"Young one, what is your name?"

"Young one... Fan Wubing."

In a solemn tone, Lord Rou declared, "Under the heavens, I, disciple Routu, petition with my Dao’s creation for Fan Wubing with the grandest wish. May he... be safe."

Fan Wubing likewise spoke in his heart, "Under the heavens, disciple Fan Wubing humbly petitions the Seven Luminaries True Monarch to send a spring rain to this terminally ill great mountain."

The scars on the tumor crawled over Fan Wubing’s body like worms.

A total of seven thousand five hundred and forty-two paths.

Seven thousand five hundred and forty-two kinds of sickness ignited on him.

Deep within the Celestial Balance Upper City, in a certain place, a gigantic yellow bell slowly vibrated, sounding a resonance. 𝑓𝘳𝘦𝑒𝑤𝑒𝘣𝘯ℴ𝘷𝘦𝓁.𝑐𝑜𝑚

The bell toll reverberated through every corner of the Great Li.

This time, it did not forget Queyu Mountain.

...

On January 23rd.

At the northeastern border of the Great Li, having been forgotten for three hundred years, Queyu Mountain showered with divine rain overnight,

bringing spring to Queyu Mountain.

My heart is clear, without illness or pain.