Master of Kaidan-Chapter 478: Awe of Life

Although it was pretty shocking to see Li Jing’s rooftop smashed through last night, Feng Xue still felt a bit unnerved when she saw a child under 1.2 meters tall blocking her doorstep with a clearly freshly made urn.

"It’s cremated already? That shouldn’t be right! Even though Li Jing didn’t become an Immortal, he shouldn’t have just died like this, should he?"

Feng Xue eyed the carved wooden urn and smirked, thinking that the wood wasn’t even dry when they made it into a box—it was definitely going to get moldy!

Without a second thought, she tossed aside the salt she was holding and was about to say something when Nezha suddenly crashed onto her collarbone, crying out loudly,

"Mo Ju! Mo Ju ah! Little Wood, Little Wood was pinched to death by my father ahhh!"

"Uh..." Feng Xue grinned reluctantly. She knew that Little Wood had died, but isn’t crafting a wooden coffin for a wooden man a bit too much like performance art?

Although she thought so, Feng Xue could still understand the feelings a child has for a pet, so she stepped aside from the door and led Nezha into the house, while feigning indifference, she said,

"It’s just a Wood Spirit, isn’t it? You even crushed one of mine before, at worst I’ll just find you another one."

Upon hearing this, Nezha’s face immediately swelled with anger and he retorted, "How can that be the same! Little Wood has been with me for three or four days!"

"A wooden man has been with you for three or four days, and you’re so saddened by its death. Then what about people who have raised children for a decade or several decades? Wouldn’t their grief be even greater if they died?"

Feng Xue rolled her eyes, and Nezha immediately became so frustrated he tried to say something but then suddenly remembered the conversation he had with Mo Ju when they first met, and his tears stopped flowing.

As he stood rigid like someone had cast an Immobilization Spell on him, Feng Xue took the coffin out of his hands, and took the little wooden man out of it, like a forensic doctor ready to dissect the deceased to reveal the truth of the matter.

It was at that moment that Nezha suddenly looked up and said in a daze,

"But I have a karma of one thousand seven hundred deaths on me..."

"You should just listen to that kind of thing; can your destiny really be judged just by your time of birth? Do you not know there are also thousands of people born on the exact same year, month, day, and time as you? If each person had a karma of one thousand seven hundred deaths, how many people would need to be killed? If you really feel uneasy about it, there’s an anthill outside the door. You can pour boiling water into it; you should be able to take out a thousand or so right there. If you’re not reassured, pour more. Maybe by that time, the Judge of the Dead might even feel you’ve not killed enough!"

"Ah, this..." Nezha was stunned by Feng Xue’s words, forgetting his sadness for a moment. Seeing this, Feng Xue stood up, patted the boy’s head, and said,

"Don’t believe in things like destiny. If someone tells you that, it’s only because they want you to act that way. I am not against killing because there are always people in this world who deserve to die. However, the act of killing shouldn’t be because of some preordained destiny but after deep thought and understanding of the burden you have to bear. Actually, I don’t like discussing this with children because I think you’re not yet at the age to contemplate such matters. But since you’ve come across this situation, it’s been said."

"The burden..." Nezha’s little face showed a contemplative expression. Feng Xue nodded, pointed at the body of Little Wood lying on the table—

"You’re this heartbroken over the death of a Little Wood, so imagine if you were to kill a person, his relatives and friends, his parents and siblings would be even more heartbroken. The resentment you feel toward the one who killed Little Wood is a measure of how many people would hold an even stronger resentment toward you. If you are not ready to bear the resentment of these people, then don’t casually talk about killing."

As she spoke, Feng Xue activated the "Teaching" power to impart her views on killing and being killed to Nezha, and then sat back down on her stool. She picked up a small wooden mallet and gently tapped the chest of the little wooden man.

The wooden figure jerked as if it had been electrocuted, and Nezha instantly forgot Feng Xue’s profound teaching, staring with wide eyes as he exclaimed:

"Xiao Mu isn’t dead?"

"No, he died, but he hasn’t completely passed away," Feng Xue shook her head, gently stroked the wooden figure’s head, and then explained:

"Originally, the Wood Spirit I gave you was just freshly condensed, to facilitate your nurturing and teaching of it. Although it’s quite fragile, it’s also not so rigid. This way, once I teach you how to condense the Wood Spirit, you can revive it yourself. However, by the looks of it, it can hold on for at most another two hours. If you can’t learn in two hours, then there’s no saving it."

"You can teach me, so you must know how, right? Save him!" Nezha immediately caught the loophole, but Feng Xue just spread her hands and said:

"This technique requires using one’s own spiritual nature to repair the Wood Spirit. Although there’s no harm, once used, the Wood Spirit will recognize a master. If I save it, then it won’t recognize you anymore. Are you sure you want me to do it?"

"..." This time Nezha only kept silent for a short while, then nodded vigorously:

"Teach me first, and if I can’t learn it, then please save it!"

"Oh, this time you seem somewhat more reasonable. Hand it over, and I’ll teach you how to separate your own spiritual light..."

...

Nezha’s talent was truly top-notch, and of course, it might also be due to the fact that Feng Xue’s teaching power was astonishing. In just a half hour, the kid had learned the initial stage of the Martial Arts Will, and with a little manipulation, the so-called "Deteriorated Poisonous Insect Body" called the Wood Spirit was completed.

Of course, it wasn’t entirely correct to say that, as the technique "Wood Spirit Technique" was merely based on absorbing the characteristics of nourishing spiritual nature and splitting consciousness of the Poisonous Insect Body. Rather than a Poisonous Insect Body, it was more like separating a wisp from one’s own spiritual nature and transforming it into an independent entity. If one had to say, it’s closer to the concept of an external embodiment in the immortal’s mythology.

However, for Nezha at the moment, neither the Puppetry Technique nor the Substitute Technique mattered. This magic was just a means for him to save his "friend."

Watching Xiao Mu climb up from the table again, although still struggling, Nezha was extremely happy, holding him very carefully, not even daring to issue direct action commands.

The subtle feedback and connection on the spiritual level made Nezha clearly feel that his relationship with this little buddy had grown even closer.

Seeing the little guy smiling, Feng Xue also showed a smile, but at this moment, Nezha suddenly became serious and said:

"Thank you, Master!"

"Don’t, I’m not your master!" Feng Xue hurriedly waved her hands, but Nezha was very earnest:

"You taught me, so you are my master!"

"..." Feng Xue stared straight into Nezha’s eyes for quite a while before dissatisfiedly saying:

"You’re not planning to cause trouble and pin the blame on me by mentioning my name, are you?"

"Master, how can you be so unsolemn! I’m really serious!" Nezha immediately showed a look of dissatisfaction upon hearing this, but Feng Xue just spread her hands and said:

"Serious or not, I originally didn’t intend... Ah, forget it, since you’ve called me Master, I should teach you something. Hmm, I see that you have an exceptional skeletal structure, a one-in-a-million woodworking genius. Here, this ’Trendy Woodworking Encyclopedia’ is my gift to you!"

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