Chapter 753: A Demon Also Becomes a Saint
"Master." The hunter's gaze froze, and he cried out anxiously. What was his master doing?
The illusory figure paid no attention to the hunter, his body drifting in front of Lin Feng. The terrifying coldness was about to freeze Lin Feng's flesh, freeze his true essence power, and freeze his soul.
"So cold, so cold." Lin Feng's eyelids were already fighting, as if he was about to sink into the endless abyss. If he closed his eyes, it might mean death.
"No, I can't die yet." Lin Feng's heart screamed wildly. He couldn't die. He still had too many things to do. How could he die? If he died, Snow Moon Kingdom would be finished, his parents would be in danger, and Meng Qing—what would happen to her? He still bore the burden of blood feuds. Those who had once ignored the lives of his family and friends—how could he let them roam free in the world?
He also had to pursue the supreme martial path. He didn't want his life or the safety of his family and friends to be controlled by others.
His heart was filled with an unyielding will. Lin Feng gritted his teeth, forcing himself to stay awake.
But even if he didn't fall asleep, what could he do? At this moment, he was frozen solid. The extreme cold could plunge him into deep slumber at any moment, freezing him to death. He had no power to stop any of this. Frozen as he was, he could do nothing.
His eyes wide open, Lin Feng stared at the majestic illusory figure. His gaze burned with rage, cold and abyssal, like eyes from the Nine Nether Hell. Yet, everything was already irreversible.
It felt as if the blood in his veins had stopped flowing. His true essence power could no longer be mobilized in the slightest. Lin Feng's cold eyes gradually filled with despair.
"Am I going to die?" A faint voice echoed in Lin Feng's heart, so weak. His eyes slowly, slowly closed...
Tears seemed to well up, threatening to spill from his eyes. Perhaps he did not fear death, but he feared what would happen after he died.
As his eyes were about to close, he seemed to see Meng Qing's peerless beauty again—the saintly purity of that icy beauty, the enchanting charm of a single smile that could topple cities. He also seemed to see his parents' expectant gazes, Xinye's despairing eyes, and Tang Youyou, who appeared to be crying for him.
Finally, Lin Feng could see nothing more. His eyes closed, never to open again.
"Am I dead...?" This was Lin Feng's final thought, tinged with unwillingness. His consciousness vanished completely, sinking into the endless abyss of death.
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An unknown amount of time passed—it felt as long as an era, a cycle of reincarnation. Suddenly, Lin Feng felt a trace of consciousness again, as if remembering something. His eyes snapped open, and what he saw was snowflakes dancing wildly in the sky, endlessly scattering down.
The cold white snow drifted chaotically through the air, landing in Lin Feng's eyes, yet it was so beautiful.
"I'm not dead?" Lin Feng murmured softly. A whimpering sound came, and a flash of white light appeared. A small white demon beast jumped onto his chest, scratching his face with its paws, then slowly lay down, nestling in his arms, looking very peaceful.
"Meng Qing." A brilliant smile appeared in Lin Feng's eyes. This was not a dream. Even if it were a dream, it proved he still had consciousness. Consciousness meant he was still alive.
Turning his head slightly, Lin Feng saw Tang Youyou sitting beside him on the snow. Her injuries seemed to have improved greatly; she could now withstand the cold snow, and a hint of rosiness had returned to her face.
"You're awake." Seeing Lin Feng, a sweet smile appeared in Tang Youyou's eyes. She shifted her body slightly, leaving an imprint in the snow beneath her, while the snow elsewhere remained perfectly undisturbed, as if she had been sitting beside Lin Feng the whole time without moving.
"What happened? I'm not dead?" Lin Feng's eyes were full of confusion. That day, he had clearly felt himself die, his life frozen.
"You died. You died once." A voice came, and from the small hut, a figure slowly walked in front of Lin Feng. This person was none other than the one who had tried to kill Lin Feng that day. But now, he no longer exuded that domineering killing intent. Instead, he was calm and composed, showing no sign of his terrifying cultivation level.
Lin Feng looked at this person with a strange expression. This man had seemingly killed him once.
"How did death feel?" The old man, dressed entirely in white, smiled at Lin Feng and asked.
"It felt terrible." Lin Feng let out a voice, quite cold. That feeling could not be summed up by the word "terrible" alone. The powerlessness, the despair—they were indescribable.
"Feeling terrible is only right. The Great Dao is merciless. Those who have experienced death know the value of life. The Great Dao is merciless. On the path to becoming a strong cultivator, far more people die than survive. You never know when death will come for you. Lin Feng, having experienced death once, have you not gained any insight or realization?"
The white-robed old man spoke gently, causing Lin Feng's gaze to stiffen. The trace of cold hatred in him vanished in an instant.
Death was itself an experience of life's essence. To summarize a person's life, the simplest terms were only two: life and death. Experiencing death was itself an experience of a supreme realm.
At the moment of his impending death, countless thoughts and figures had flashed through his mind. He seemed to understand more clearly what he wanted, and his view of the world had become sharper.
"With your heart's knot unresolved, it's hard for you to even step into the Ninth Layer of the Mysterious Martial Realm, let alone the Heavenly Martial Realm. They said I should help you expel your demonic barrier, but I won't. It all depends on you. The demon arises from the heart. Even if your demonic nature comes from elsewhere, if there is no demon in your heart, the demon cannot corrupt you. If there is a demon in your heart, then you are the demon. Why bother expelling it? That demon is your heart. If your heart is clear of guilt, what does it matter if you are a demon? In ancient times, there were great cultivators who slaughtered countless beings, turning rivers of blood with a single rage, yet they did not become demons—they became saints. They followed their true hearts, learned their true selves, and even a demon can become a saint."
The white-robed old man spoke slowly, making Lin Feng's heart tremble. The old man's words were so similar to what his teacher, Yan Yu, had taught him in the past, only he saw it even more clearly.
A clear conscience, being true to oneself—even if one slaughters countless beings, one does not turn into a demon but can become a saint.
The cold aura around Lin Feng seemed to fade away. He stood up and bowed slightly to the white-robed old man. "Lin Feng thanks the senior for his guidance."
"It was nothing. You have died once and understand your own heart more thoroughly. I don't need to teach you what to do, nor can I. A strong cultivator can only teach you divine abilities and techniques, but those are ultimately limited by strength. A powerful martial skill will likely be discarded once you reach a certain level. Only insight and realm will follow you throughout your martial path. Now that you have some understanding, I won't teach you anything else. First, think it through clearly on your own."
With that, the white-robed old man turned and walked back into the small hut.
A contemplative look appeared in Lin Feng's eyes, and then he smiled. He picked up Xue Linglong and tossed her into the air a couple of times, making her claw happily in excitement.
Tang Youyou watched quietly as Lin Feng played with Xue Linglong, a sweet smile on her lips. At this moment, Lin Feng was so real, just like the Lin Feng she knew.
After a moment, Lin Feng hugged Xue Linglong and slowly sat back down, looking at Tang Youyou.
Tang Youyou lowered her head slightly, her smile fading a bit. But then her body trembled slightly as Lin Feng's hand gently brushed across her face.
Looking up, Tang Youyou stared at Lin Feng in shock, somewhat dazed.
"I'm fine. Remember to take care of yourself," Lin Feng said softly, with a bright smile and a gentle voice that made Tang Youyou want to cry. As the daughter of the Tang family, she had never wandered outside with anyone before, always on edge. But at this moment, she felt that everything she had done was worth it.
"Enough talk. I think I'm about to break through." Lin Feng smiled, withdrew his hand, closed his eyes, and immediately entered a meditative state, leaving Tang Youyou stunned. Break through?
PS: When you're sick, you realize how important health is. Money is nothing but floating clouds. Once you're better, you forget all about it, haha. Everyone, remember to take care of your health!