Born to Disappear

Chapter 43

Hualing opened his eyes. What was in his vision was a wooden block of the ceiling of the bed inside his house. The curtain was a color of tertibak jade, showing a paper screen with a picture of a peach tree.

There was only one in this simple room.

His hand moved slowly and stopped above the stab wound. So deep, even with his incredible healing abilities, the wound was still painful. However, his heart felt more pain than the bloody wound.

He closed his eyes, his mind raging at the events of that moment. That day Hualing felt uneasy, like something bad was about to happen. And his premonition came true when Yuan Qing was trapped in the Demon-capturing formation. The moment the dense demonic energy was suppressed and a pair of black horns appeared, just then Hualing knew that Yuan Qing's identity had been exposed.

Without delay he rushed towards the remote forest at the first peak, swiftly refining the teleportation formation he had set up at each peak.

When he returned, the first thing he saw was Yuan Qing in the siege. Hualing's heart ached and cold crept from the tip of the foot. In that situation, he would definitely make a move if not for the headbands from Yuan Qing. Prohibiting him from interfering, preventing the speaker from helping the Demon King.

"Teleportation reform, first peak." Hualing spoke without sound.

"Don't move, I'll throw them away and leave." was the answer Hualing caught from the man's lips.

Hualing knew, this man was worried about his position and name. However, if appealed to the man's safety, Hualing can give everything.

He was reluctant to leave, but the warning gaze from Yuan Qing made him harden his heart. He turned around, making sure the teleportation formation he had set up would not encounter any unnecessary trouble.

After waiting for a single stick of incense, he looked at the young man. His face was still arrogant despite the blood staining the clothes, just like the God of war who won the battle.

Although his heart was worried, Hualing was happy.

"The reform will take us straight out of town!" Hualing is quick. Pulling Yuan Qing's unharmed hand towards the teleportation formation. However, the young man who was pulled was fixated like a mountain. Unshakable.

"We must hurry," he said in confusion. There was a cold in his heart.

"I was hurrying. You must remain in the sect, sect master and peak master Cao will definitely protect you." His word.

"Ah Qing's! You left you here?"

"Deploy, stay here. Do you know where I'm going?" Yuan Qing hardened his heart, the place he was heading to was not a good place. It was where the evil souls gathered.

Such a dirty place, did not match the clear Hualing.

"You stay safe, okay?" Yuan Qing softly pointed out, grasping both of Hualing's narrow shoulders.

"You must stay safe," Hualing knew he would not be able to change Yuan Qing's decision, following quietly would also not work. He knew, Yuan Qing must have thought about the second peak of the Soaring Cloud sect. It wouldn't be good if a peak Lord's direct disciple colluded with the Demon King.

A large amount of spiritual energy was felt from the direction of the competition arena. Both of them knew that the cultivators had been chasing.

The feeling of crisis began to hit. Until a gentle kiss caressed her lips, said "forgive me" in a soft whisper in her ear. Then a sharp pain penetrated his chest.

"Ah Qing?" Hualing asked weakly, the stabbing pain began to blur the view.

"I'm sorry Ling'er," between the blurry faces in the view, Hualing found a line of tears on Yuan Qing's cheeks.

The sound of light footsteps drew his attention, Hualing opened his eyes. His teacher, the second peak Master was sitting on a bedside chair.

The man's face did not show any expression, but the eyes that had seen the world looked at him deeply. In Hualing's heart knew, his teacher had known everything.

Hualing sat himself down, then slowly got out of bed. He knelt with his back straight and his head bowed.

"You're the one who helped Yuan Qing escape."

There were no ripples in Hualing's heart when he heard Cao Ping's statement. Like a lake at the top of an unreachable mountain, so calm even though he knew his actions could not be justified by the world.

"Yes!"

"From the beginning you knew that boy was the Demon King."

"Yes!"

Cao Ping took a heavy breath then exhaled slowly. He looked at the peak of his disciple's head that was full of Black strands, "you know he is the Demon King. That means he is not the God of Xue Yuan Qing, so why are you still clinging to it?" he asked slowly, as if speaking word for word.

"He is the incarnation of His Majesty. His duty as the God of war made him bear the karma of murder, his eternal energy was dwindling and his Deity eroded."

Cao Ping inched his throbbing temple. No longer knew how to advise this war god-worshipping young girl. He could only sigh deeply, "You get up first, don't keep on kneeling." she said later. Once again succumbed to this youngest of his students.

Hearing that sigh, Hualing immediately stood up. Cheerful smile was on his lips, his happy look was inversely proportional to the gloomy face a moment ago.

Cao Ping shook his head helplessly. This student is so naughty!

"Right now, with your condition having been pierced, the outer cultivators don't think of the second peak as a henchman of the Demon King, even though there are some voices questioning it." Cao Ping explained after the student served him a cup of tea.

"In addition, only I know of your amazing healing abilities. The outer cultivators only knew you were still bedridden, unconscious. So for a while, don't get out of your house." Cao Ping sipped the tea served, soaking the dry throat.

"This disciple understands. Hualing will stay home and not step into the doorway." Hualing knew, for the second peak it was best not to get involved with Yuan Qing's true identity.

...'Is that why you hurt me? ah Qing?'...