Chapter 172
Chapter 172
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>Translator: Ryuma
>Chapter: 172
>Chapter Title: Pure Heart
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Chapter 172: Pure Heart
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> When Danyangzi came back to his senses, he discovered that his left arm, which should have been severed, had actually regrown.
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> He tried to move, only to realize in shock that he was strapped to an iron bed, with tough wide cloth bands securely binding his limbs, leaving him utterly unable to budge.
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> Danyangzi repeatedly formed hand seals and chanted incantations, or tried other divine abilities, but nothing worked.
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> Right now, he had become a pig on the chopping block, ready to be slaughtered.
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> This sensation filled him with utter humiliation and disgrace. Ever since he had snatched a broken knife and killed someone at age ten, he had never fallen into such a predicament.
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> “Who is it! Who dares use an illusion spell on this immortal!” Danyangzi roared at the woman in front of him, his face twisting amid the unfamiliar surroundings.
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> “I don’t care who you are! Just you wait! When my true self returns, you’re all dead!” Danyangzi gnashed his teeth and bellowed at the woman before him.
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> Moments later, Danyangzi saw the young woman panic and flee outside with quick footsteps.
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> “Doctor! Doctor, come quick! Something’s terribly wrong with my son!”
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> Seizing the chance, Danyangzi yanked hard at his hands with all his strength, but they didn’t budge an inch. His expression flickering between rage and uncertainty, he scanned the chaotic surroundings once more.
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> “Sitting Oblivion Dao! It must be them! Maybe those swindlers aren’t just six in number—there could be a few more hiding in the shadows, waiting to ambush this daoist!”
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> Before long, Danyangzi saw the young woman return, accompanied by two men in white coats.
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> “Three of them? These three have me pinned down but won’t make a move—what’s their game?”
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> As Danyangzi pondered the intentions of the three before him, one of the doctors spoke up.
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> “Little Li, take a look—who is she to you?”
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> A doctor wearing round plastic glasses pointed with his pen at Sun Xiaoqin nearby and asked.
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> By now, Danyangzi had calmed down. “Speak—who sent you? To stop this daoist from achieving immortality, how long have you been tailing me?”
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> The doctor showed no surprise at the absurd words, simply nodding calmly as he jotted notes on his clipboard.
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> “And do you remember your own name?”
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> Danyangzi understood this question and shifted tactics, his voice grave. “Danyangzi, abbot of Clear Wind Temple— you dare act without even knowing who I am? Fellow daoist, which sect and style do you hail from?”
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> “This daoist has lived for all these years, wandered far and wide, met all sorts of people—perhaps your elders are even my friends. Release me, and once this daoist achieves immortality, you won’t be shortchanged.”
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> At these words, Sun Xiaoqin grew anxious and blurted out, “Son, what nonsense are you saying? You’re not Danyangzi—you’re Li Huowang!”
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> “Li Huowang?” A flicker of confusion crossed Danyangzi’s eyes, but he shook his head violently.
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> “No! There’s no Li Huowang! It’s always been just Danyangzi! Those were fakes—all illusions from start to finish! They’re this daoist’s heart demons, this daoist’s three corpses!”
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> Sun Xiaoqin anxiously tried to say more, but the doctor held up a hand to stop her. “Ms. Sun, please keep your emotions in check. Can we finish the questioning first?”
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> Nodding, Sun Xiaoqin clutched her shoulder bag tightly, forcing down her worry as she retreated to the corner by the wall.
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> The two doctors exchanged glances at the young man before them, settled on a strategy, then began questioning and recording in turns.
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> He pulled up a stool and sat by Li Huowang’s bed, legs crossed casually.
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> “Alright then, Danyangzi—mind if I ask another question? What’s one plus one?”
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> Danyangzi felt puzzled by the white coat’s nonsense, but he was happy to play along and stall until his true self returned—that would mean victory.
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> After some back-and-forth probing, neither side got what they wanted.
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> The doctor, brow furrowed, tapped his pen against his notes, a hint of doubt in his eyes.
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> “Strange. His condition had been stable for so long, and now new symptoms. Ms. Sun, has your son had any unusual external stressors lately?”
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> “No! He’s been fine! My son’s such a good boy—he even talked to me on his birthday!” Sun Xiaoqin replied eagerly.
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> After some thought, the doctor said, “If it’s this bad, we should transfer him. His internal fistula’s been removed, and he can defecate normally now—he can go to a proper psychiatric hospital.”
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> “The doctors there are more specialized than at a tertiary hospital. It’ll be better for his treatment. Don’t worry, I’ll note today’s events in his records—it won’t delay anything.”
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> “But my son’s like this—how can he be transferred?”
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> “Ms. Sun, don’t panic. Relapses are normal. Give your son some time. I’ll prescribe some haloperidol and olanzapine for the trip—no problems on the road.”
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> Soon, two burly men approached Danyangzi’s bedside and wheeled the bed out.
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> “Where are you taking me!! Put this daoist down! Once I achieve immortality, I’ll kill you all!”
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> The orderly couldn’t help but chuckle at this, which irked Sun Xiaoqin instead.
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> “My son’s a patient! What’s so funny? You think mocking a patient is amusing?”
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> With that, the heartbroken Sun Xiaoqin gently stroked her son’s face.
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> “Don’t be scared, son. Mom’s here. Mom’s here—no one will bully you.”
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> Danyangzi’s furious cursing halted abruptly. The soft touch on his face and the woman’s sincere gaze unlocked a deeply buried, distant memory.
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> Gradually, the woman’s face before him overlapped with a hazy one from his recollections.
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> Staring fixedly at the worried round face, Danyangzi’s chin trembled. “Mother?”
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> No sooner had the words left his mouth than Danyangzi saw the surroundings revert. The pristine whiteness faded rapidly, replaced once more by the blood-scented cavern.
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> “This……this……what in the world……is going on?”
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> Danyangzi’s expression shifted unpredictably as he scanned everything around him. He’d seen plenty of bizarre things, but nothing as utterly bizarre as today.
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> Danyangzi swiftly drew his sword and backed against the wall, eyeing his surroundings warily.
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> “Where has my true self gone! Why hasn’t he returned yet!”
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> A growing unease made Danyangzi anxious.
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> Though nothing seemed amiss now, he knew that previous illusion was beyond ordinary means.
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> Whoever had ensnared him was no ordinary foe!
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> “Master……” Suddenly, a chillingly familiar voice exploded behind Danyangzi’s ear, making every hair on his body stand on end.
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> (End of chapter)