Born to Disappear

Chapter 57

There were times when Xie Shaosheng was envious of hearing the brothers and sisters tell their childhood stories. Whether it's their mischief in youth or childhood with their relatives. Although not all the things he had heard were something happy, but he was unable to stop the malevolent bud.

As far as he could remember, he was a child who would hold all his thoughts, and the habit lasted until he was an adult. Not once or twice he thought about it, but repeatedly until he felt tired. Because however he dug, his memory stalled until the age of ten, when his teacher saved him from the streets. As for the memories of when he was younger, Xie Shaosheng had none at all.

The first thing that came to his mind when Hualing said the attachment between him and the Blue Flower Bell was 'so it was' and 'just right'.

The small purple bell lying on the table was its original form. Ten thousand years ago, a moment after being forged he had awakened consciousness. Maybe at that time he considered the destiny-breaking bell that he forged with him as part of him. Knowing the cataclysm of heavenly tribulation had broken the protective veil of the Destiny-breaking Bell, 'he who was young' endured five lightning strikes of purple tribulation five times for the sake of that 'sister. Because of that event, his consciousness was broken. And he had only become a sky level artifact without consciousness.

After a long time, the blue flower bell gave birth to consciousness again, it was him.

And why she had awakened in the mortal realm instead of Shui Xing's secret realm, that was not known for sure. The greatest possibility of that happening was because His Eternal Majesty Shui Xing was wandering in the mortal realm with the blue flower bells back then, and the blue flower bell somehow attached its consciousness to a tree or flower within the forest at the foot of a certain mountain.

Vaguely Xie Shaosheng remembered the flowering peach tree. Rain of pink petals covered her who was lying under the tree. Only after half a day of gathering power did he drag his weakened leg to a nearby town. It was then that he met his teacher, the only ancestor breaking the void at this moment.

Before this, Xie Shaosheng had had a faint guess in his heart. Back then, he thought it would be very difficult to accept it when all attachments were open, but now when all the knots were unraveled, Xie Shaosheng felt nothing but relief. Basically, his heart did not have much rejection about this truth. Just feels awesome.

Xie Shaosheng noticed Hualing sitting before him, his young sister's countenance more riled up than him who changed from a human in general to a certain artifact. "There's no need to worry so much, your brother is fine. After all, being a sky-level artifact was not a bad thing, especially when its creator was a God of war. Isn't that amazing?"

"Indeed surprising. The difference between the two is like heaven and earth, one is a living being while the other is an object. However, isn't it after an artifact gives birth to consciousness like me, I'm no different from a human? After all as an artifact, unless the original bentule is destroyed I will not run out of age even if it is only in the construction of the foundation for hundreds of years." Xie Shaosheng again sipped an almost cold tea, a smile curling on his lips. There is no reluctance or compulsion to accept his new identity.

Looking at Xie Shaosheng's smile, Hualing was unable to hold the corner of his lips to form an arch of a smile. Although he could accept his identity, but when he heard Xie Shaosheng's words his heart couldn't help but become calmer.

"My brother's right. When most humans cultivate for the sake of a long life and panic as the age nears its end, we artifacts do not need to pay attention to it." When saying that, Hualing was unable to say out loud if all of that was optimistic remarks, instead of irony.

"That's right." And Xie Shaosheng replied, confirming. Acting like he's not listening to that hidden irony.

"This bell, better..." Hualing had not finished his sentence when the pain struck, like an invisible hand gripping his heart tightly.

"Ling!" A cup of tea that almost touched the lips detached from the hand. The jade cup collided with the wooden floor, a wet stain soaked the floor. Xie Shaosheng nearly jumped over the table when Hualing suddenly groaned with a pale face, before circling the table. Approaching his junior sister who was still curled up.

"Ling! What the hell's going on? Don't scare your brother!" Xie Shaosheng asked frantically, both his hands curled up beside Hualing's two shoulders. As if too afraid to touch, such a small touch would aggravate Hualing's pain.

"Ling 'er..."