Chapter 298: Chapter 298: Bottled Prisoner (22)_1
As it turned out, the Sin Seekers were not very persistent.
When Fu Qian stood below the slanting wall again, there was no one behind him.
Facing a fleeing target, that one didn’t chase after him tenaciously.
Instead, it became even more abnormal.
Fu Qian frowned.
He had been paying close attention to his back, and the Sin Seeker had almost stopped chasing after just a few steps.
...
If it had kept its focus on him, it could have been explained as a sudden change in principle, starting to choose targets that were nearby.
Now, however, it abruptly and cleanly gave up.
Obviously, it wouldn’t be idle; it was more likely off to trouble someone else.
Even this judge-like being had learned to attack minions before going after players?
The world has indeed gone downhill!
While sighing with emotion, Fu Qian looked up to gauge the angles.
The next moment, he bent down and coiled his body like a cannonball launching into the air.
As his body reached its apex, his hand gently supported him against the wall, and Fu Qian landed steadily on the platform where the statue was located.
The first thing he saw was two pairs of eyes filled with shock and uncertainty looking at him.
Ailina and Cross.
These two had actually not left yet.
With a glance, Fu Qian noticed the problem—the seated Cross against the wall had a massive wound that stretched from his shoulder to his waist.
If it had been any deeper, he probably would have been cleaved in half.
Even now, Cross was barely alive, having lost all ability to move.
At that moment, dark shadows were slowly emerging from Ailina’s hands, intricately converging near the wound.
But that was just enough to keep the blood from continuing to flow out; the healing of the wound wasn’t going well.
The reason for not leaving was obvious.
Cross was severely injured and close to death, unable to move, and Ailina, after her dark transformation, couldn’t find her healing abilities for a while and could only barely handle the wound.
To Fu Qian’s return, Ailina and her companion were clearly surprised.
But then, almost synchronously, they both turned their gaze to the side—
In front of the Goddess of Sin and Punishment’s statue, a figure stood with its back towards them, beside it a sharp long knife thrust into the ground.
This silhouette was familiar too!
Fu Qian sighed with emotion again.
Swordsman Yun, he had actually come here.
In fact, the reason for running here was to check whether something had happened near the statue.
After all, the suddenly valiant Sin Seeker was clearly unusual.
Now it seemed, not only had this one found the statue, but the wound on Cross was likely his doing as well.
At this very moment, Yun seemed oblivious to Fu Qian’s arrival.
The man simply stood still, gazing deeply at the statue.
Of course, the most eye-catching was his body.
The previously dense Sinflame, which had been extreme, was now nowhere to be seen.
Clearly, he had had an interaction with the Goddess of Sin and Punishment not long ago, and the Sinflame on his body had been purified.
“Mr. Fu!”
Ailina finally reacted, whispering to Fu Qian.
“He has just accepted redemption, purifying the Sinflame on his body…”
Though she spoke only half the sentence, Fu Qian understood her implicit meaning without a doubt.
Ailina was essentially saying that Yun’s Sinflame had been purified, and compared to before, he was considerably weakened.
It was undoubtedly a golden opportunity to take him down.
But from this, it was also evident that Yun must have left quite a psychological scar on her.
Cross had likely been wounded by Yun before the purification of the Sinflame, and now, facing a person who had sheathed his sword and even turned his back, she didn’t dare to make a move, instead hoping Fu Qian would.
Unfortunately, Fu Qian hadn’t come here just to kill someone.
He stood to one side, carefully observing the interaction between Yun and the Goddess of Sin and Punishment, not missing any detail.
Mr. Fu completely ignored Ailina’s advice.
Seeing this, Ailina was obviously stunned, unable to comprehend why Fu Qian would not seize the opportunity to make his move.
But the shadow that Fu Qian left on her was no less than Yun’s.
Thus, although her expression was conflicted, she didn’t dare to speak again.
“The mere accumulation of power will never reach the heights of sophistication.”
After a long while, accompanied by a soft sigh, Swordsman Yun finally took a deep breath and slowly turned around.
His gaze swept over the two of them, ultimately settling on Fu Qian’s face.
Because the Sinflame had dissipated, his eyes were now calm and clear, with not a hint of the ferocity from before.
What a posture of shattering the Void!
Fu Qian exclaimed.
“You, indeed, are remarkable.”
Swordsman Yun gazed at Fu Qian, slowly offering him a compliment.
“Now I can affirm, compared to them, you are more than just a cut above.”
“Had it not been for the Sinflame’s assistance earlier, facing you would have meant certain death for me!”
“It seems you’re feeling quite alright now?”
In response to the praise, Fu Qian made no comment but instead directly asked.
“It’s more than alright,”
Yun replied with an unhurried demeanor.
“I’ve found the true answer.”
“All these years, never have I felt as unburdened as I am now.”
“Indeed, only by letting go of obsessions can one transcend.”
“I was truly blind before, obscured by too many things! But fortunately—”
Clang!
As Yun spoke, his hand reached out and he drew his long sword.
In the next instant, with a light hum, he struck out directly at Ailina in the corner.
The sword strike came without warning, fast as lightning.
Fortunately, since she had been vigilantly observing him from the moment he turned, she almost instinctively reacted.
A dense black mass quickly appeared, forming a shield in front of Ailina.
However, the shield was clearly not resistant enough; it barely blocked before being shattered by the long sword.
Fortunately, by blocking that instant, Ailina managed to narrowly dodge and, pale-faced, jumped away to a distance.
“Today, I have finally delivered this strike.”
Fortunately, Yun did not pursue her but instead sheathed his sword and turned back to gaze at Fu Qian.
“Can you understand it?”
“I think I can,”
Fu Qian replied wearily.
“The so-called freedom from concerns, right?”
“Exactly! You did not disappoint me,”
Yun sighed deeply.
“For many years, I have been in ardent pursuit, yet always failed to find the way, even if just now, under the enhancement of the Sinflame, my power greatly increased, my heart was still encumbered.”
“Only when I recognized that this path was still incorrect and resolutely abandoned everything, did I finally sense that fleeting opportunity.”
“At this moment, I have undergone a qualitative change, truly transcending myself.”
“This sword strike just now, both embodied Extreme Intent, and my mind was still as water.”
“Without the experience, one cannot imagine that kind of feeling.”
Regretfully, it seems I can imagine it, and I can almost guess the reason.
Fu Qian looked at Yun, who seemed on the verge of shattering the Void, and glanced again at the statue behind him, sighing deeply.
But that reason is probably quite different from what you assume.
It’s not freedom from concerns but rather the sins belong to her and the power to you.