Chapter 55: What More Can Brother Kun Say?

The Supreme Celestial vanished within that ordinary cave, his former brilliance erased in an instant, leaving only a sense of melancholy in his wake. Truly, anyone who crosses paths with Brother Kun either gets captured or perishes—some even reduced to dust, their very souls scattered. It’s as if death follows wherever he goes.

At this moment, Ye Kun stood at the edge of the cliff, his heart both calm and yet faintly restless, tranquil and yet rippled with emotion. Sitting on the ground, he gazed at the night sky; to his eyes, the white mist had become nothing but emptiness. Staring at the crescent moon hanging above, Ye Kun’s face was devoid of expression.

To stumble off a cliff and gain cultivation—since even such things can happen, what else is impossible? Now that Brother Kun is invincible, what need is there to cultivate further? Why not just sit back and relax? Why does fate insist on hindering my cultivation? Just when I finally entered the academy and set foot on the path of cultivation, this had to happen to me. Isn’t this just pushing me into depravity?

No, that’s not right... If I jump again, surely nothing will happen this time.

Yes! I want to see what else fate can conjure up! Let’s see what more you can do!

Without hesitation, Ye Kun leapt from the cliff once more...

Meow...

Just as Ye Kun jumped, the cat demon came racing over, but even it couldn’t save someone so determined to die.

The cat demon stood at the edge, peering into the abyss. Its master had said this chasm was bottomless—once you went down, you’d never come back. Has this child gone mad? It’s not as if I was really going to kill you. Can you blame me for being upset when you rode on me and slapped my head?

The cat demon let out a long sigh, turned away helplessly, its form shrinking as it leapt into the trees and disappeared into the night.

Meanwhile, Ye Kun was cursing furiously in his heart. If you have the guts, come at me again! I dare you!

As if the heavens heard his challenge, a strange power enveloped Ye Kun once more. He froze, then utterly despaired...

And once again, he found himself at the mouth of a cave—a scene all too familiar.

“Fated one, I have finally awaited your arrival!” a voice rang out.

Ye Kun’s eyes slowly widened, his expression twisting in disbelief. What was going on? Was the Celestial not dead?

How could there be another one?

“Child, do not be afraid. I will not harm you. I have been sealed for countless millennia. Now, my end is near. I will pass on all my cultivation to you. Will you destroy all living beings as I command?” The voice was anything but friendly, carrying an aura that threatened to obliterate all existence.

But Ye Kun sensed that the words sounded just like those of the Compassionate Celestial—both claimed to have been sealed for countless years!

Suddenly, Ye Kun remembered that the Celestial had mentioned being ambushed and sealed, and that he too had sealed another. Could it be...?

“Child, come inside!” The sinister tone from within made Ye Kun feel uneasy.

He wondered what would happen if he resisted. The Celestial had given him the cultivation, but never explained how to use it. Now he possessed power but had no idea how to wield it…

With no other options, Ye Kun stepped inside, deciding to think of a solution later.

This cave was identical to the last one—even the great stone was the same. Atop it sat a middle-aged man with hair—though messy, he was quite handsome.

He must have been a striking figure in his youth.

Ye Kun also noticed bones scattered about; a sudden flash of insight struck him. These must all be those who agreed immediately. If I agree right away, he won’t pass on his cultivation to me!

Brother Kun is just that clever—having fallen for it once, he wouldn’t be fooled twice.

“Child, are you willing to inherit my legacy?” the man asked.

“I am!” Ye Kun replied without hesitation. Go ahead! Kill me! I just want to die...

The man paused, and Ye Kun could feel the air solidify.

Suddenly, the man slapped his thigh. “Good! I like a straightforward person. See all these bones? Hypocrites, every one—they all said no, but deep down they were desperate! But you, child, you are exceptional! I, the Wretched Celestial, have not misjudged you!”

Ye Kun slumped to the ground, powerless.

Why... Why is this happening... Why does every great figure take an interest in me? These are all accidents, I beg you, please stop saying I’m exceptional. I, Brother Kun, am truly not.

Slumped on the ground, Ye Kun suddenly had an idea and quickly asked, “Celestial, do you know the Compassionate Celestial?”

“The Compassionate Celestial! Of course I know that sanctimonious scoundrel! Even as a ghost I won’t let him go!” The Wretched Celestial clenched his fists, his eagle eyes flashing with murderous intent.

“Um... Just now, the Compassionate Celestial gave me all his cultivation,” Ye Kun said softly, hoping this would earn some enmity and that the Wretched Celestial would reconsider passing on his power.

“What! That miserly Celestial gave you all his cultivation? So that means...” The Wretched Celestial exclaimed in shock.

Ye Kun felt something was wrong, but continued, “After giving me his cultivation, the Compassionate Celestial fell.”

“That damn old fool is dead! Hahaha!” The Wretched Celestial threw his head back and howled, though his eyes glistened with tears.

“After a lifetime of struggle, that guy died before me. Good! Wait for me! I’ll come fight you again! Child, I’ll give you my power as well. Then you can see whose cultivation is stronger!” As soon as he finished, a dark energy seeped from his body, swirling above his head.

Ye Kun was once again immobilized, forced to watch helplessly. Were these two Celestials so emotionally entangled?

He had hoped to provoke hostility, but instead had forged a kinship. Brother Kun was caught off guard.

In an instant, the terrifying energy surged into Ye Kun’s body and he passed out. The two streams of power inside him clashed wildly, refusing to merge. His body flashed with all manner of colors, as if on the verge of explosion.

Before losing consciousness, Ye Kun saw the Wretched Celestial gradually fading away, a faint smile curving his lips, as if this ending was a kind of release.

Ye Kun still had so many questions, but now he could ask none; his mind was spinning, his body about to burst...

He didn’t know how long had passed before he slowly awoke. The great stone was empty, his head buzzing.

It all felt like a dream, yet every detail remained vivid in his mind. The two searing powers within his abdomen now lay quiet.

Was this a blessing or a curse? These two Celestials, loving and feuding to the end, even in death vying with each other—what could he say to that?

Maybe he should jump one more time? If there’s still an unexpected turn, then...

But what if there’s a third Celestial down there? Better just leave—time to get out of here.