Chapter 1265: Chapter 1262: Daoist Family Cave Heaven, Descendant of the Jade Cauldron (1st Update)

“No need!” Xue An said indifferently.

Indeed, had Xue An not deliberately extended a piece of Divine Sense to protect Xing Yuhe during the great battle, his soul would have already scattered to the winds, leaving no chance for him to awaken and speak.

Because of this, although Xing Yuhe was in a semi-comatose state where he could neither see nor speak, he could distinctly perceive everything around him.

Therefore, he was fully aware of everything that had just occurred.

When he saw Xue An instruct a young girl to bring life to a painting with a finishing touch, and an actual Giant Dragon coalesce as a result, he was nearly scared witless, his spirit almost shattered.

He had personally witnessed Xue An painting above the city gates before.

At that time, Xing Yushu had even asked him if there really was a secret technique that could animate a painting.

Xing Yuhe, of course, shook his head in denial.

But unexpectedly, the truth ruthlessly slapped him in the face.

Yet Xing Yuhe was not at all disheartened; on the contrary, he was exhilarated.

As a descendant of a Daoist Family, he could naturally discern the aura contained within the Giant Dragon.

It was a bright and magnificent Daoist aura, far superior to his own.

At that moment, he understood that Xue An was definitely a master of profound Daoist arts, lamenting that he had previously been blind to such greatness!

Therefore, upon awakening, his first words were to respectfully address Xue An as a senior.

After all, the accomplished can be teachers!

The strength of Xue An was evident, and it was only fitting for him to address him as a senior.

Xue An, however, was noncommittal, merely saying lightly: “Speak quickly, whatever you wish to say. Your spirit has completely exhausted, and I’m only using a secret technique to sustain you for now. Once the time is up, your soul will disperse!”

Even though Xue An was able to wake Xing Yuhe, that was all he could do.

Xing Yuhe had first been struck with a strange poison, which over a protracted period had drained all his strength, followed by successive fierce battles, and the forced overexertion of his soul’s power.

Honestly, had it not been for the vastness of Xue An’s Divine Sense, he wouldn’t have managed to hold on even for this long.

But hearing these words, Xing Yushu still couldn’t help but wail mournfully, nearly fainting to the ground.

In contrast, Xing Yuhe remained quite composed. With a lift of his grey eyebrows, he said softly, “Yushu, what did I tell you before?”

Xing Yushu then gradually ceased his wailing, but still lowered his head, weeping silently.

Xing Yuhe’s eyes also felt a bit sour, but taking a deep breath, he turned his head to look at Xue An with reverence.

“Senior, the technique you used earlier to bring the dragon in the painting to life, was it a Daoist art?”

Xue An nodded his head, “Yes!”

As he said this, Xue An paused for a moment, then sighed, “It’s a pity that my strength has not fully recovered yet. Otherwise, I would have straightforwardly caught a True Dragon to come here, that would have saved me the trouble!”

Xue An’s words were full of regret.

Xing Yuhe, however, was plunged into bafflement–catching a True Dragon directly…

But soon, he regained his senses, and his demeanor became even more respectful.

“To have witnessed such a Daoist art by the likes of the senior, I die without regrets!”

With these words, Xing Yuhe struggled to rise, wobbling as he knelt before Xue An.

Xue An raised his eyebrows slightly, but did not dodge, “What is it?”

Xing Yuhe took a deep breath, “Senior, my life will not last long, but before I die, I have a favor to ask of you!”

“Speak,” Xue An said indifferently.

“Senior, to be frank, I am a disciple of the Jade Cauldron Pavilion, one of the Seven Grotto-Heavens of the Daoist Family!”

Xue An neither affirmed nor denied but quietly listened.

Xing Yuhe obviously felt the urgency of time, and his speed of speaking increased significantly.

“A hundred years ago, due to my limited talent, I stopped at the status of an outer sect Disciple and eventually descended the mountain to return to my homeland in Jing Country. At first, all was well, and I also wanted to achieve something, to protect the peace of this place! But I didn’t expect that the court of Jing Country is so dim-witted. Just over ten years ago, yearning for immortality, they collectively pledged allegiance to the Ghost Cult!”

“My Xing Family has been the protector of Jing Country for generations, and we are sworn enemies of the Ghost Cult, totally incompatible with their wicked ways. Naturally, we refused, and the result…”

Xing Yuhe’s voice trembled, “As a result, the various powers of Jing Country surprisingly launched a sneak attack on the Xing Family, almost wiping us out completely, leaving only me who, carrying Yushu, escaped at great cost to my life, but also suffered serious injuries!”

“Since then, I have been hiding in this small Demon-Sealing Town, living a cowardly life, only wishing to wait until Yushu came of age before taking him back to our sect, to inherit my Daoist legacy, to restore the honor of the Xing Family! If I could do that, I would die content!”

“But considering the current situation, these things are naturally impossible for me to accomplish! Therefore…”

At this moment, Xing Yuhe’s voice became weak and fluctuating, his complexion even paler, almost transparent, yet he still looked at Xue An with utmost determination.

“I have an audacious request, hoping that Senior can send Yushu back to my sect, to inherit the Daoist legacy I leave behind! If Senior could agree to this, Yu He would be eternally grateful.”

While speaking, Xing Yuhe struggled to kneel on the ground.

Xing Yushu was already crying a flood of tears and also knelt down alongside his grandfather.

Xue An quietly watched the old man, whose life was like a dwindling lamp, and after a long while, a hint of regret appeared on his face, then he nodded slightly.

“Alright! I promise you!”

Upon hearing this, Xing Yuhe’s body trembled, and he cried tears of joy, “Thank you, Senior!”

After saying this, he continued to kowtow ceaselessly.

Xue An waved his hand, “No need for that!”

In truth, even if Xing Yuhe hadn’t said anything, Xue An would have planned to visit his sect anyway.

After all, the Daoist arts practiced by Xing Yuhe hark back to the legitimate teachings of the Hua Clan.

That meant his sect obviously had connections with the Hua Clan.

Xue An naturally wanted to investigate these matters.

At this moment, cracks began to slowly emerge on Xing Yuhe’s arms and started to crumble into pieces, falling away.

“Grandfather!” Xing Yushu exclaimed in shock.

But Xing Yuhe seemed to have let go of a great burden, raising his head; yet at this moment, his eyes had vaporized into nothingness, leaving behind two dark, hollow sockets.

Despite this, he still spoke with an incredibly weak voice, “Yushu, help me face the Northwest direction!”

Choking back sobs, Xing Yushu stepped forward and helped Xing Yuhe face the Northwest.

Then, Xing Yuhe respectfully kowtowed three times in the direction of the Northwest and whispered softly, “Undutiful disciple Xing Yuhe pays his respects here! In this life, I have never tarnished the glory of my sect! I have…no regrets!”

After the last word was spoken, a smile of liberation appeared on Xing Yuhe’s face, and then his entire body shattered, turning into fine dust, carried away by the wind.

“Grandfather, have a good journey!” Xing Yushu kept kowtowing, weeping bitterly.

At the same time, all the residents of Demon-Sealing Town knelt down in unison.

“Old Master Xing, have a good journey!”

Xing Yuhe had protected the town for ten years; now that he had departed, the townspeople naturally wanted to send him off on his final journey.

Amidst the heaven-shaking cries, the Soul-Cleaving Lamp that was originally bright red like blood next to the city gate faded, turning into… snow white in an instant!