Legend of the Great Sage (Chapter 401-Chapter 500)

“The moon demon can conceal his aura.”


As it turned out, they had set up a formation within the vicinity of Clear River city when the war first began. It did not restrict the entry and exit of regular people, but as soon as it sensed even a hint of daemon qi, it would give off a warning, and the formation would activate. As the person watching over the city, Liu Zhangqing would be able to respond immediately. However, Li Qingshan had hidden his aura away completely, thus making his way in here with ease.

Fu Qingjin’s heart sank. He had personally witnessed the state that he had reduced Bronze Cauldron mountain to. The moon demon seemed to be able to cause earthquakes. If he really wanted to slaughter cities, he would probably be even more efficient than the rock demon or blood demon, and he would be almost unstoppable.

He could imagine just how many buildings and structures would collapse once he produced an earthquake. Clear River city would be reduced to ruins! This bastard rarely struck, but when he did, it would always be startling.

Li Qingshan had no interest in slaughtering the city at all. After drinking the Water of Oblivion, he had forgotten many things before he knew it. The more important they were to him, the more he was afraid to think of them, as he was afraid of forgetting. However, he could still remember that he wanted to come to the prefectural city, and he still felt angry inside.

Fu Qingjin you bastard! You’re trying to scheme against me again! I’ll show you what’s what!





Chapter 461: The Past is Difficult to Forget | Legend of the Great Sage




Fu Qingjin, if it weren’t for you, why would I have drunken, drunken…

Who’s Fu Qingjin? What did I drink?

Clatter!

“Fuck this shit!” Li Qingshan finished off all the tea. He smashed the teapot on the ground, tossed the willow branch aside, and strode off towards the Parlour of Clouds and Rain.

“Fu Qingjin, get your ass out here!”

Even though I have no idea who you are!

……

They had requested all Foundation Establishment cultivators to attend the meeting in the Parlour of Clouds and Rain this time, but it clearly was not the case.

In the academy, within a residence of the school of Painting.

Dismissing all his uniformed disciples, Chu Shidao propped himself up on the bed and stood up. He arrived beside the window and gazed at the brilliant spring scenery outside. The glistening water flickered between the willow leaves.

His eyes began to glisten too. I really don’t want to die!

Having cultivated his entire life, his reason and the thing he pursued was still about a single word, longevity, because if he lived, there would be hope, and everything before him right now would be his.

He forced himself to turn away. He took out a painting from his bosom carefully and unfurled it slowly.

The person in the painting currently stared at him with her pitch-black, inky eyes. Her cyan dress and her rouge lips had been painted by him in the past, stroke by stroke, but looking at it again, she no longer resembled the her of the past anymore.

“A’Yan, I’m hungry.”

As soon as Chu Shidao said that, a gust of fragrance hit his face. It was not the fragrance of rouge, but the fragrance of ink.

“You always shove me into your bosom. You’re going to dry out the pigments.”

A woman emerged from the painting and snatched the scroll from Chu Shidao’s hand, hanging it up on a wall properly.

As if she had failed to notice the aura of death gradually growing heavier on Chu Shidao’s face, she touched her skin in the mirror and made her way to the kitchen at the back without even asking what he wanted to eat. A while later, the smell of fire and smoke arrived, followed by the smell of food.

Chu Shidao leaned against the table and sat down. He took out a gamboge jug of alcohol and set it on the table. Without much hesitation, he opened the lid and tipped in the golden fluid he had obtained from Ru Xin.

Before long, A’Yan served up the dishes. Chu Shidao took a bite. “It’s salty.”

“If you don’t want to eat it, then don’t eat it,” A’Yan said in exasperation.

The alcohol was poured into two cups. With a gentle clink in their hands, they each drank the alcohol and remained silent.

There was not any awkwardness from the silence. Having spent over a century together, they had already said everything that they wanted to say to one another. Their eyes just had to meet, and they felt no need to speak anymore.



“Are you hiding something from me?” A’Yan stared at Chu Shidao with some suspicion. Today, there was something obscured in his eyes, which she struggled to read.

“What can I hide from you?” Chu Shidao lifted up the cup again with a smile.

Before long, the jug of alcohol was emptied.

“This alcohol is so strange. Why do I feel tipsy?” A’Yan propped up her forehead. Her head felt rather heavy.

“I feel a little tipsy too.” Chu Shidao smiled. The matters of the past rose up like smoke, like dust, before all dispersing. Dispersing with it was the final shred of life that remained in him.

With a gentle clank, the cups and dishes on the table jolted together. Chu Shidao leaned on the table, without moving at all. He had passed away all of a sudden.

With a clatter, A’Yan stood up abruptly and pushed back her chair. “Hmm? W- who are you?”

Before her sorrow could even fill her, it had turned into confusion. The harder she thought, the harder she tried to grasp at something, the more it would all just turn into wisps of clouds in her hands.

Her face heated up for some reason. She touched her cheek. It was already moist. Tears flowed endlessly.

The spring scenery outside the window seemed even more brilliant.

……

Just as everyone’s attention was drawn away by the moon demon in the Watermirror disc, Ru Xin paid no attention to the arrival of this terrifying daemon at all. Instead, she asked in concern, “Are you fine?”

When Li Qingshan faced Fu Qingjin, he seemed extremely calm, but Ru Xin could sense his nervousness. This had nothing to do with her sharp wit. Li Qingshan’s acting had been flawless.

Perhaps they had achieved a tacit understanding? Ru Xin snorted in contempt. What benefit would come from achieving a tacit understanding with him? But at the same time, she could not help but worry for him too. She immediately thought of the existence of Water of Oblivion.

She had never drunk the Water of Oblivion before. Instead, she had found a few regular people. Enticed by a great sum of money, no one would be interested in their memories. As a matter of fact, they had never even imagined they would actually possess something worth so much silver. As a result, they sold it without the slightest hesitation.

The effects seemed decent. Her Water of Oblivion was obviously nowhere near as potent as granny Meng’s Soup of Forgetfulness, which could wash away everything in a person’s memory. Otherwise, she would have never offered it to Li Qingshan.

Its effects were basically the opposite to the Water of Recollection. The Water of Recollection allowed the consumer to remember whatever they wanted to remember, while the Water of Oblivion made the consumer forget whatever they wanted to remember. During the refinement process, she had referred to the formula for the Water of Recollection and chosen many medicines with opposite effects before tweaking it further.

It was exactly because of this that ensured she would remain the same as before while removing her memories of Chu Shidao painting her.

The xiezhi divine beast was known for being able to discern lies, but it could only rely on a person’s conscience to see through lies. If the very mind itself had forgotten, even the xiezhi was unable to distinguish anything.

“I seem fine, don’t I?” Li Qingshan stared at Ru Xin. There was not even a hint of unfamiliarity in his eyes.