MMJWQC Chapter 37

Translator: Moonlit

Editor: kiki

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What did Chu Ruochun hope to see through the illusion?

He didn’t want to see anything himself; he just wanted others to see it.

These self-righteous experts who spoke of lofty ideals were most afraid of losing face, knowing about the compromises they made.

In the gathering of the Metaphysical world, were there only people from the Metaphysical world? No, besides them, there were also government agencies that supported them.

A corrupt Metaphysical world should be discovered, should be seen, rather than being continuously placed on a pedestal for admiration.

Cultivation, what was it about? It was about cultivating one’s Dao heart. When they didn’t even have the most basic Dao heart, what were they talking about regarding the Dao and being guardians of the nation?

“This is more exciting than watching a movie, especially in live mode,” Xu Mengying said, adjusting her mindset. Mainly because her master didn’t do anything self-destructive like the others.

They had seen many bizarre symptoms when dealing with ghosts and handling supernatural events. Now, witnessing the disgraceful behavior among cultivators, they seemed to accept it rather well. However, the government officials who had come were visibly uncomfortable with the scene.

Although uncomfortable, they had to keep watching because this grand competition had already been disrupted, and all the masters were dealing with the problem.

How could they break free from the illusion?

There were two methods: one was to destroy the formation, and the other was to wake up in one’s personal realm.

Most of those who had already awakened were low-level disciples, while the highly accomplished masters remained unconscious. Of course, Feng Jiu was an exception; he woke up quite early. Besides hiding his private money from his wife, he had lived an upright life with no hidden secrets.

“Why hasn’t the Sect Master awakened yet?” Gong Ming asked, standing beside Gong Liujie.

In fact, he and Gong Liujie had another identity – he was Gong Liujie’s son, and he possessed innate talent in Dao cultivation. Within the Qingyue Sect, he was already the chosen successor for the next Sect Master.

“Yes,” Lin Can also couldn’t understand. “We’ve all woken up. Why is the Sect Master still so quiet?”

After the disciples of the Qingyue Sect had tidied themselves up, they went to check on the conditions of others. They found that several elders or sect masters from other major sects were still unable to wake up.

As soon as Lin Can finished speaking, Gong Liujie suddenly opened his eyes and reached out to grab the neck of the disciple closest to him.

“Mas…ter! I’m not a malevolent spirit!” The disciple felt like he was choking.

Gong Ming and the others immediately stepped forward to pry Gong Liujie’s hand off the disciple’s neck. Gong Liujie let go of the disciple he was choking and turned to confront Gong Ming and the others.

“Master, please calm down!”

“Master, please wake up!”

Gong Liujie’s sudden outburst was frightening, but fortunately, they were not using martial arts but were unarmed.

The disciples were afraid of hurting their Sect Master, so they didn’t use their full strength to restrain Gong Liujie. The consequence of their hesitation was that Gong Liujie snatched a peach wood sword from one of them and pointed it at Gong Ming, saying, “Junior Brother, the position of Qingyue Sect ‘Sect Master’ must be mine!”

“Sect Master!” Gong Ming wanted to cover his father’s mouth.

Could these words even be said?

However, Gong Liujie couldn’t understand his son’s anxious feelings at all. His past demeanor had completely disappeared, let alone the aura of an immortal with Daoist principles.

His expression changed as if the person in front of him had become someone else.

“Junior Brother, what kind of magical tool did the Sect Master leave for you? Can you tell me? I’ll trade with you, Junior Brother.”

“Junior Brother, you can’t control this thing. Give it to Senior Brother. I’ll take care of it.”

“Junior Brother, the Ghost Abyss is the best place for your cultivation. If you ever want to leave in this lifetime, no one will come to save you!”

The disciples around Gong Liujie were young and didn’t know who the “Junior Brother” that Gong Liujie was talking about was. However, Gong Ming knew. The Junior Brother his father referred to was Chu Ruochun, who had gone to the Ghost Abyss with the majority of the forces ten years ago and never returned. At that time, Gong Ming used to call him “Younger Uncle.”

Hearing his father say these words shocked Gong Ming greatly. But if his father continued speaking, it would lead to internal discord within the sect, and everyone would fear him. Without further ado, he struck the back of Gong Liujie’s neck with a knife. Gong Liujie had no spiritual energy protection and rolled his eyes, falling over.

To prevent greater chaos, Gong Ming instructed Lin Can to inform others to subdue the groups of practitioners who were in a demonic frenzy. Otherwise, not only would they be exposed for their embarrassing behavior today, but all the shady things they had done in the past would also come to light, and the world of metaphysics would be ruined.

At this moment, Feng Qi, who was still watching the live stream, regretted not seeing what happened afterward. This Sect Master, Gong Liujie, appeared resolute but was surprisingly driven by self-interest. His ascension to the Sect Master position seemed questionable. Feng Qi asked Yang Wenxin, “Who is Gong Liujie’s Junior Brother? He called out his name several times just now.”

Yang Wenxin furrowed her brows. She had also heard Gong Liujie mention the Junior Brother and the Ghost Abyss.

“Gong Liujie’s Junior Brother was a baby his master found outside when Gong Liujie was eighty years old. He raised that baby, who was a little genius, by his side. You used to play with him when you were a child. Later on, when his master passed away, no one knows what happened to him. At that time, I saw the child too. He was so adorable. If the Sect Master of Qingyue Sect hadn’t found him first, I would have brought him home to be your little brother.” Yang Wenxin reminisced about the past.

Thinking about it now, she regretted not adopting that child back then. If she had, maybe none of this would have happened.

As for the Ghost Abyss, she had no idea what kind of place it was, but she couldn’t believe that someone would abandon a child in such a place.

The more Yang Wenxin thought about it, the angrier she became. Was Gong Liujie even human? To leave a child of around ten years old in such a place!

What about the others?

Master Huai Ci, Sect Master Dai, and the others were there at the time too. Why did they allow Gong Liujie to throw people into it without questioning?

What exactly happened back then?

Is the person who’s causing trouble now the same child who died back then?

Except for the members of the Feng family who didn’t go, everyone else was present at the sealing battle of the Ghost Abyss. 

Feng Qi asked, “Is that person still alive?”

Yang Wenxin replied, “If it’s the Ghost Abyss, the chances of survival are slim. Ordinary people would have their souls devoured as soon as they got close. Even the people who reinforced the seal back then didn’t dare to go alone; they had to be covered in magical tools to feel safe. Your father and I didn’t go either. We heard about it from some old folks who were there at the time.” Feng Qi had just transferred to a new school back then, and they needed to deal with ghosts in the area to create a peaceful learning environment for their son. In short, they missed it.

However, those old folks had kept such a secret hidden, and they hadn’t seen that child in many years and hadn’t paid much attention. They had only occasionally heard things related to him, and his reputation gradually grew. But it abruptly stopped when he turned nineteen.

So, the Ghost Abyss is that terrifying?

Chu Ruochun, who had been silent, said, “If you had gone, you would likely have become the target of all the malicious spirits in there. They’re particularly fond of your body and could use it as they pleased.”

“How can you say such heartless words with a straight face?” Feng Qi instinctively felt his scalp tingling. Describing his body being used by malicious spirits was extremely eerie. Was he still pure after all that?

Chu Ruochun teased him with a smile, “Is Feng ge scared now?”

“Am I scared?” Feng Qi pretended to be strong. “All humans must die.”

“But will you watch as your soul is squeezed out of your body by malicious spirits, and then you’ll see the evil spirits swallow you whole?” Chu Ruochun described the process to him. “You’ll experience the pain of soul and body separation, the intense darkness eroding your body. On one side, the agony of separation, on the other, the corrosive pain. Can you endure that process?”

Xu Mengying rubbed her arm. “That’s really terrifying.”

Yang Wenxin wasn’t afraid at all and even related to it. “Ruochun, I’ve been through it once. Those were my younger days. Son, you’re still too fragile.”

Feng Qi couldn’t say much. He was just an outsider. “Science hasn’t made me stronger; it has actually made me weaker.”

Chu Ruochun, however, stared at the screen and said, “No, science has given us more convenience.”

Feng Qi then realized his phone had been recording these screens at the back without him saying anything. It truly was the power of science.

Not long after the illusion ended, Gong Liujie, Master Huai Ci, Sect Master Dai, and others woke up again. However, they were met not by a strange environment but by puzzled looks, suspicion, sadness, confusion, and even anger.

Master Huai Ci chanted a brief Amitabha, and Sect Master Dai was punched by one of his fellow sect elders. As for what had happened, no one was clear.

The disciples of the Qingyue Sect turned away their heads, and Gong Ming hesitated to speak.

Gong Liujie recalled the events in the illusion and his forehead was covered in sweat.

“Gong Ming, just now…”

“Just now, I was the one who knocked you out; otherwise…” You would have said even more outrageous things.

Gong Ming had always idolized his father, but just now, he had a skeptical attitude toward him, lacking a bit of reverence.

What had his father done to his little martial uncle?

Gong Ming used to enjoy playing with his little martial uncle and aimed to surpass him. But one day, his father said that his little martial uncle had disappeared, and he was heartbroken for a long time. Who would have thought that the disappearance of his little martial uncle, or perhaps his death, was related to his beloved and revered father.

Many questions couldn’t be asked here.

After a moment of silence among the hundreds of people, there was suddenly an eruption.

Among biological siblings, martial brothers, collaborators, friends, and within the sect, all the hidden secrets were exposed under this formation!

Violent fights were inevitable.

Some were beaten to the point of bloody injuries, some repented on the spot with tears streaming down their faces, and some only used words but verbally assaulted each other, wishing for self-destruction right then and there.

When dealing with malevolent spirits, there was a well-organized order in the face of human nature, but they were defeated by human nature itself.

So-called dignity and composure were no match for selfishness, betrayal, jealousy, and other aspects of human nature.

The metaphysical world was no different, easily crumbling in the face of such revelations.

Chu Ruochun found it increasingly uninteresting. To assess it in the words of online users: garbage.

At that moment, he received a call from Chu Ruolin. He and the crew were about to arrive at the foot of the mountain.

Chu Ruochun walked out of the viewing hall, and Feng Qi followed. “Aren’t you going to watch anymore?” he asked.

“It’s so boring,” Chu Ruochun replied. “Feng ge, will you accompany me in recording the program tomorrow?”

“Sure,” Feng Qi agreed.

Chu Ruochun raised his finger in the direction of the setting sun and lightly snapped it. The air in the mountains subtly stirred, and the grass on the ground moved without any wind. Feng Qi, who was close to him, felt a refreshing breeze pass over his body, which was quite pleasant.

Shortly after, the monks of the Jingkong Si received a call from Master Huai Ci, and they hurriedly carried a stretcher to the mountains to rescue people.

In this kind of battle, they were unable to break the formation, but Chu Ruochun had seen enough. He had gathered the information he needed.

What destroyed them was themselves.

Chu Ruochun raised his eyes to the sky, knowing that there were many days ahead.

He turned and walked towards the hotel, with Feng Qi following him. “Where are you going?” Feng Qi asked.

Chu Ruochun smiled and replied, “I’m going to pick up my little brother.”

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