LIGHTNOVELWORLD Chapter 25
Chapter 25 What’s Wrong With Me Eating My Sister’s Soft Rice?:
[Eternal Tears]
[Item Introduction]: His sorrow, his tears, his mourning, his hurt, his hatred, and his regret are all gathered here.
[Item Effect]: The effect of spiritual energy practice is increased tenfold, the speed of improvement of the four arts of immortality is increased tenfold, the power of Taoism is increased tenfold, the perception of heaven and earth is increased tenfold, the effect of swordsmanship is increased tenfold, the effect of supernatural powers is increased tenfold, and it damages evil spirits and outsiders. Increased tenfold.
The body-protecting aura is refreshed once a day and can withstand a full blow at the Immortal Emperor level.
Refresh the life machine once a day, automatically heal all injuries of the body, and slightly increase life span.
[Usage Requirements]: Only you, only you.
The light red, drop-shaped crystal slid into Xu Xi’s palm. Delicate to the touch, its surface was bright, akin to a little girl’s affectionate caress or a young girl’s regretful tears. It was cool at first but warmed as he rubbed it gently.
“Teardrops…” Whose tears? The answer was obvious.
Xu Xi lowered his head, staring at the eternal teardrop, his mind racing with confusion.
Why had the girl’s figure appeared in the ruins? Why had it turned into these eternal teardrops? And after his death in the simulated world, what had happened to Xu Moli to create such a horrific scene of mountains of corpses and seas of blood?
The questions were endless, and the more he thought about them, the more tangled his thoughts became.
Suddenly, the teardrop glowed faintly, as if responding to his thoughts.
A sequence of emotions unfolded within its light, revealing the story after Xu Xi’s death.
It was a cloudy day with heavy rain. The girl, devastated after witnessing her brother’s death, knelt in despair on the land where he had vanished, hoping for a miracle. But no miracle came. Instead, she heard the scorn and curses of others directed at her brother.
Her face crumbled with anguish, her heart wrenched in pain, and her breaths grew shallow. Consumed by extreme hatred, the girl broke down, tears mixing with the rain as she tied her bloodstained hair with a cloth and grasped a wooden sword.
She moved with mechanical precision, her exhausted body seemingly endless in energy, driven purely by hatred. She slaughtered her brother’s enemies relentlessly. Demon cultivators, whether Jindan or Nascent Soul Realm, fell beneath her wooden blade. The corpses piled up, forming the mountain of corpses and sea of blood that Xu Xi had seen in the ruins.
This was the truth behind the carnage—a sister’s desperate revenge for her brother.
The vision continued, showing glimpses of her future, but it grew blurry and abruptly cut off. The last scene depicted the girl sobbing alone. Her tears drifted through the boundary sea, carried by chaos, and eventually merged with the ruins that now appeared in the suburbs of Yanshan City.
This was the whole story.
Xu Xi held the eternal teardrops silently. “So much happened after I died. Mo Li… you must have been so tired.” He sighed heavily, his heart aching.
He knew how much he meant to her. His death, witnessed firsthand, must have been devastating. But even knowing this, Xu Xi would still make the same decision. If he hadn’t sacrificed himself, she would have died.
Xu Xi, who could return to the real world after death, understood that for Mo Li, death would have been permanent. There would have been no second chances.
“The Mo Li we saw earlier was just an illusion created by the eternal teardrops, not her real self. That’s why she disappeared so suddenly.”
Looking at the tears in his hand, Xu Xi let out another sigh. “I wonder if we’ll ever meet again someday.”
He carefully bent his fingers, weaving his mana into a lace-like pattern, threading it through the teardrop to fashion a bracelet. Not only did the eternal teardrops hold immense sentimental value, but their extraordinary effects were unparalleled.
To withstand an Immortal Emperor’s attack, even once, was a feat beyond comprehension.
“For someone at my current Golden Core Realm, even the weakest immortal is beyond reach. But Mo Li… her strength must be unimaginable to leave behind such a legacy.”
As Xu Xi donned the bracelet, a surge of energy coursed through him, filling every fiber of his being. It was as though he could tear a dragon from the sky and use it as a skipping rope. He shook off the illusion, knowing it was simply the euphoria of newfound power.
“With my Golden Core Realm cultivation enhanced by the eternal teardrops, I should now possess late Nascent Soul stage combat strength. Against evil spirits and heretics, even cultivators at the transformation stage would feel my strike.”
He clicked his tongue in astonishment.
The thought of eternal teardrops accelerating his cultivation made him realize that his progression would soon be exponential.
“Soft rice… truly tastes divine,” Xu Xi quipped, a faint smile forming on his lips.
Turning his attention back to the mountain of corpses and sea of blood, Xu Xi noticed that without the eternal teardrops suppressing them, the evil cultivators in the ruins were becoming increasingly active. The stench of corruption intensified, and the monsters let out eerie, bone-chilling howls.
Gripping the Withered Vine Sword, Xu Xi’s gaze sharpened.
Initially, his plan had been to stall the ruin’s expansion until reinforcements arrived from the Extraordinary Control Bureau. But now, with the boost from the eternal teardrops, he was confident he could cleanse the place.
“Heavenly Sword Style, cut!”
With a soft command, the Withered Vine Sword unleashed thousands of feet of emerald-green sword light. It slashed through the endless sea of blood and split the crimson sky in two.
Monsters disintegrated under the sheer force of his strike. Another slash followed, clearing the blood rain, collapsing the mountain of corpses, and vaporizing the suffocating blood mist.
The ruins trembled and groaned as clarity returned to the battlefield. The hidden evil spirits were now exposed, and in the distance, Xu Xi saw Wang Dali and the others, their faces filled with awe and disbelief.
“Soft rice really is delicious,” Xu Xi murmured, a mischievous smile playing on his lips.