Ink Blade Chapter 42 (Part 2)
Translated by Sylver
Chapter 42 Awakening from Past LIfe (part 2)
“Just now, this subordinate forced out a little bit of the poisoned blood by stimulating your acupoints. As for the remaining poison, the Fourth Guardian has already sent a message back to the Jiuzhong Palace, urgently contacting Hall Master Lin of the Medicine Hall…..Please return to the palace as soon as possible for a thorough treatment.”
“…Don’t worry, Master. Bai Hua has only been close to you for three years, the poison is still shallow, and it can definitely be easily removed.”
The sound of paper turning finally stopped, and Mo Ren’s low voice also stopped. Chu Yan stared blankly at the letter and the scroll, his gaze lost, not knowing where to look.
After a long time, the master gave a self-deprecating smile.
He lit the secret letter from the Jiuzhong Palace on the candle, carefully watching the paper turn black and turn into ashes, the crackling firelight dancing in his eyes, and then extinguished.
Chu Yan murmured, “Interesting…So that’s how it is.”
The next moment, he slammed his palm on the corner of the desk case, splintering the wood! The palace master’s forehead veins bulge, his voice cold and bone-chilling. “It’s absurd to this extent…!!”
Everything was clear.
Who would have thought that all the beginnings had nothing to do with love, but were just a wisp of fragrance.
Legend has it that there was a strange grass in the south. These plants often grow in groups in the shady places of the mountains where people rarely tread, stretching their vines and leaves seductively, emitting a refreshing fragrance. It itself was not deadly poisonous, but it had an effect that was more terrifying than poison–addiction.
As little as ten days, as much as half a month, addiction would grow in the hearts of those who have smelled this fragrance for a long time. People would gradually become anxious, restless, and irritable, and could only be relieved by getting close to the source of the fragrance. Each time they smell the fragrance, it was equivalent to taking poison again, and the next “addiction” only increased.
The Wuxian Demonic Sect of Southern Xinjiang, had a secret recipe within the sect. Using the juice of this grass as the main ingredient, supplemented with three kinds of poisons and four kinds of gu worms, a special kind of bewitching fragrance would be concocted. Disciples of the Wuxian Sect who have learned the art of being immune to a hundred poisons, and then use this fragrance to fumigate their bodies, become “human gu” that were cultivated later in life.
Those who were lured by the “human gu” would unknowingly become dependent on its fragrance. As this dependence deepens, they couldn’t be away from the scent for a moment, and would develop a deep infatuation with the source of the scent, completely losing themselves.
At the same time, although this bewitching fragrance was not deadly poisonous, its long-term accumulation of toxins could destroy a person’s mind. In just about five years, this little grass could turn a strong man into a walking corpse with unclear consciousness, confused memory, and erratic behavior!
Chu Yan, as the Jiuzhong Palace Master, known as a genius in the martial arts world, naturally had deep internal strength and strong will, but no matter how strong he was, he couldn’t resist the long-term accumulation of toxins. In his previous life, Bai Hua indeed had perseverance, waiting bit by bit for ten years. The effect of the bewitching fragrance became stronger and stronger, and Chu Yan’s “love” only deepened. In the end, when people are completely ruined by this fragrance, it’s not difficult to poison them again, cause chaos, and rebel!
The people of the Shujing Tower found this bewitching fragrance in ancient books that had been sealed for a long time. It had a very apt name–Drunken Life, Dreamy Death. (TL: lead a befuddled life as if drunk or in a dream)
“Drunken Life, Dreamy Death… Drunken Life, Dreamy Death…! It’s ridiculous, this Master actually fell into the hands of such a despicable secret attacker…”
Chu Yan staggered a step, laughed bitterly while leaning on the desk case, “Heh, no wonder…”
No wonder…
No wonder he had no love for Bai Hua after his rebirth; no wonder he couldn’t remember why he fell in love with Bai Hua in the first place, and why he distanced himself from those loyal subordinates who were devoted to him; no wonder he acted more and more absurdly year after year in his previous life, suffering from headaches and chest tightness like maggots gnawing at his bones; no wonder the scent on Bai Hua was unusually strong tonight, and he lost control of his emotions after leaving Bai Hua…
It turns out that he had been poisoned for nearly ten years without knowing it——
“Master!” Mo Ren rushed forward, wanting to support Chu Yan, but was instead embraced by the latter, burying his head on his shoulder. Chu Yan’s forehead was covered in cold sweat, he suddenly raised his bloodshot eyes, gritted his teeth and said, “Ah Ren…this Master was foolish!”
“Master!” Mo Ren knelt down abruptly, his eyes filled with remorse, “The fault lies entirely with this subordinate… As a personal guard who has been with you since childhood, this subordinate was completely unaware of this from the beginning, this subordinate, this subordinate…..is incompetent!”
Chu Yan took a deep breath with a tremble, lifted Mo Ren up with both hands, and held him tightly in his arms, “…Enough, don’t say anymore. Ah Ren, you have always been loyal to this Master, it’s this Master who owes you, it’s this Master who harmed you…”
He was so unwilling! Unwilling to have thrown away his feelings so cheaply, unwilling to have ruined his ancestors' meritorious achievements so easily, unwilling for every person who suffered because of him in his previous life! What he was most unwilling about was the suffering Mo Ren endured for him, and the life he lost!
How could he not hate!
In the deep summer night, the wind suddenly picked up. Chu Yan spat out words that were so fierce they seemed to be stained with blood, “Bai Hua! That wretched, this Master wants his dog life…!”
