Chapter 828 - 248: Old Wang’s Gift
But... the founding ancestor of the Celestial Demon Yin Yang Joyful Sect, the current Venerable Saint, has a Dharma name... Shanxiang.
This name hints at the nature of this Saint, kind and compassionate.
The sect’s traditions naturally inherit the character of that Saint Venerable, and are not overly harsh.
The woman, for such a crime, was punished, her cultivation dropped by more than half, and her disciple level fell to the lowest, but fortunately she was not expelled.
However, the Sin-Removing Hall is the only place for disciples who have committed serious crimes.
This place, its meaning is actually simple: disciples who have committed sins come here to atone by making contributions. Only when they have made enough achievements can they be considered to have cleansed their sins.
There is a time limit, depending on the severity of the crime, before entering the hall, a time is set. Within this time, enough contributions must be made to the sect to leave the Sin-Removing Hall and continue staying in the Outer Sect.
If it’s not achieved within the stipulated time, if atonement and contributions are not completed,
then it means expulsion from the sect.
This was the woman’s last sliver of opportunity.
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Wang Guishan received news of the woman again, it was a year later.
The woman was dead.
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After arriving at the Sin-Removing Hall, in order to grasp the last chance to atone and stay in the sect, this woman was obsessed, nearly frantically cultivating.
She wanted to retrain her fallen cultivation, and then undertake the most arduous tasks, make contributions, and soon cleanse her sins, to leave the Sin-Removing Hall...
She had not given up hope of climbing upwards, even if there was only a sliver, she was unwilling to give up!
However, her talent was ultimately lacking, she was a useless person who had to rely on Spirit Communication Pills just to enter the sect.
Before, she stumbled her way to the Third Realm, all relying on Wang Guishan, someone with prominent talent and resources, to provide her with support.
Now, without anyone providing support, relying on her meager talent, compounded by the torment in the Heart Demon Cave leaving her Primordial Spirit and Divine Sense nearly broken...
She became increasingly frantic in forcing herself to train, yet couldn’t achieve any improvement, and even her already frail body and Primordial Spirit, under the self-inflicted torment of cultivation, erupted with numerous problems...
After a forced training session, she coughed up blood incessantly, her Primordial Qi was in chaos, severing a good portion of her meridians.
She lay on the sickbed for several days, wailing for an hour before her resentful death.
Ultimately, she was still an Outer Disciple of the sect, not exiled, so after death, she was still buried within the sect... at the Southwest Cemetery.
From this year on, Wang Guishan was transferred from the Affairs Hall to the Southwest Cemetery, assuming the role of Steward of the Southwest Cemetery, a steward without a single servant under him.
The sect lost an Outer Disciple who once had boundless prospects in alchemy, herb recognition, and artifact refining.
It gained an old hand who daily drinks, wanders, sets up stalls, and lazes around.
Wang Guishan received a letter, said to have been written by the woman before she died, sent to him by someone.
After receiving this letter, Wang Guishan didn’t open it to read.
Instead, he threw it directly into the furnace and burned it.
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"Why not read it?" Chen Yan smiled, looking at Old Wang: "See what this bitch said before she died. Was it a confession seeking your forgiveness, or a malicious curse against you?"
Old Wang looked at Chen Yan seriously, his tone equally serious: "You know, I’ve never believed in the saying ’When a person is about to die, their words are kind.’
Evil people, even when they die, won’t speak out of kindness—perhaps the words are nice, like confessions and such, but they’re definitely not genuine remorse, merely uttered in the face of the great terror of life and death, seeking inner balance, contending against that terror, that’s why they say seemingly nice things.
They’re just trying to feel a bit better inside before dying, absolutely not genuinely repenting for the sins they’ve committed!"
He said, heavily taking a drag on his cigarette, coldly continuing: "Besides, even if she repented at the end, why should I forgive her?"
"You’ve not forgiven her even now?" Chen Yan looked at Old Wang.
"Why should I forgive? Has she compensated me for what she did to me? For the so many years, time, effort, resources, emotions I invested, has she compensated me? Just because she died, do I have to forgive her?
If not for my strong disposition and stable Divine Sense foundation, I would have been ruined in those six months in the Heart Demon Cave!
Upon release, I would have to report to the Sin-Removing Hall, might not be able to atone successfully, by now I could have been expelled from the sect! My father was loyal to the sect all his life, and in the end the son commits a great crime and gets expelled, he would not rest in peace.
For such sins, why should I forgive?"
Old Wang sneered coldly: "Evil people commit evils, face the consequences, die on their own accord, and good people have to forgive them? If that’s kindness, I don’t want such kindness."
Chen Yan nodded, Old Wang continued coldly: "All these years, I’ve stayed here, my mind’s grown lazy and lax, already lost the aspiration to pursue the Dao, just muddling around.
But occasionally, when I’m in a bad mood, I go to the cemetery and urinate on her tombstone.
She never compensated me for thirty years of dedication, I didn’t take personal revenge, only after her death, urinated on her tombstone a few times, it’s already light.
So doing, be it immoral or whatever.
I just did it, doing so makes me feel better inside!"
With that, Chen Yan suddenly pulled Old Wang from the stone stool, making him stand.
"Let’s go! Just drank a lot of wine, gotta pee urgently! Let’s go urinate together!"