freenovelworld Chapter 715: Broken Inheritance: Blood-stained Blade, Soul Broken in Yellow Sand
Chapter 715: Broken Inheritance: Blood-stained Blade, Soul Broken in Yellow Sand
The silent battlefield and the cold hearts
The setting sun shone like blood, tinging every inch of Broken Soul Peak with an ominous hue. The air was thick with the stench of blood, mixed with the stench of dust and sweat, a sickening smell. Lin Wei's naked body curled up on the cold ground, her once smooth skin now covered in hideous scars and filth. Her eyes remained wide open, staring blankly at the gray sky, as if silently accusing the world of cruelty and injustice.
Surrounding them were those martial artists who claimed to be from "reputable and upright sects." Their faces showed no trace of guilt or unease, instead a twisted sense of satisfaction and condescending judgment. Their gazes, like poisoned ice spikes, sliced at Lin Wei's already shattered dignity.
No one was willing to reach out and close her eyes, those eyes still open in death. Perhaps what remained in those eyes was a longing for life, perhaps a fervent obsession with the priestly legacy, or perhaps simply endless coldness and despair. But all of this was worthless in the eyes of those "righteous men." They were the victors, the judges. Lin Wei was nothing more than a defeated "witch," a heretic to be spurned.
"The witch has been eliminated, the martial arts world is fortunate!" A middle-aged man in fine clothes, carrying a long sword, shouted loudly. He was the leader of the "Famous Family Alliance" and one of the initiators of this encirclement and suppression operation. "Today, we are enforcing justice on behalf of heaven and eliminating this witch who practices evil magic. It is truly a great achievement!"
A chorus of echoes echoed from all around, filled with pride and arrogance, as if they had truly accomplished some earth-shattering feat. They looked at Lin Wei's body on the ground as if it were a piece of dirty trash, eager to clean it up so that this land could return to what they called "clear and bright."
However, they were unaware that, as they watched indifferently, a chance to reverse their fate was quietly slipping away. Lin Wei was no ordinary woman; she was the last descendant of an ancient priestly line. Deep within her veins lay an ancient secret known as the "Art of Resurrection." This was no sorcery, but one of the most sacred and powerful forbidden arts of the priestly tradition. Its activation required extremely demanding conditions, requiring not only the awakening of the inheritor's own bloodline but also a touch of pure kindness and compassion from the outside world—perhaps a tear of sympathy, a sigh of regret, or perhaps even simply the gentle closing of an eyelid.
This didn't require the performer to possess profound cultivation or devout faith; it simply required a touch of the most basic warmth in human nature, a touch of respect for the deceased. This warmth, like a key, could unlock the resurrection power hidden within Lin Wei, allowing her to regain life on the brink of death.
Unfortunately, everyone present was filled with hatred, prejudice, and so-called "justice." Their eyes were blinded, their hearts frozen. They couldn't see the horrifying scars on Lin Wei's body, couldn't hear her silent cries before death, and couldn't sense that within that "witch's" body, a heart longing to protect and pass on a legacy once beat.
Indifference was the only expression on their faces at this moment. And this indifference became the strongest barrier preventing Lin Wei from being resurrected. The key to resurrection, in their indifference, had lost its effectiveness forever. Lin Wei's body, lying on the cold ground, gradually lost its last warmth.