Legend of the chosen ones: Beyond Destiny

Chapter 1572 - 805: Medicine and Poison 5

"All Things Self-transform, All Things Self-form..."

In front of the deepest recesses of the Melting Furnace, amidst a surge of green flames, Elder Anvil threw the materials in his hand into the fire with a sigh: "For the mundane of You Sui to forge the Heavenly Artisan of Ember, this sword, I fear, has been hidden for quite a long time?"

He said, "The skill of the Heavenly Furnace, truly remarkable."

"Getting agitated?"

A distant shadow outside the workshop sneered, "I thought Elder Anvil could be Unmoving as a Mountain, but now it seems your temper is not as high-reaching as rumored."

"I am no monster with plans without flaws, wisdom deep as the sea. In the face of true worldly transformation, I am ultimately just a mere ordinary."

Temporary gains and losses, though unrelated to the grand scheme, how could one not feel frustrated?"

Elder Anvil turned to look at his invited guest and suddenly asked, "I heard you interacted with that young man before?"

"Yes."

"What do you think?"

"Haven't you already probed him? Why bother posing the question?"

Jian Yuan glanced at him and slowly said: "Though truly a talent of fine jade, however, it would be best if you extinguish such thoughts early."

"Why?" Elder Anvil asked.

Jian Yuan reached in, pinched fingers, and took out a dagger that had been nurtured for a long time, bowed his head to look at it, his wrist trembled slightly, and at once, cracks appeared on the dagger.

The winding cracks slashed across the face in the reflection.

"Many talents and fine jades exist in this world, yet they are entirely different from each other.

Some people are medicine, some are poison, and some fall in between, making them indistinguishable and irresistibly itchy... precisely because of this, those who fancy themselves extraordinary willingly open their mouths, risking their life for a trial."

Jian Yuan flung the dagger back into the furnace, sighing meaningfully: "Once swallowed down, by the time you realize it's wrong, it's already too late for regret.

Why must you inflict suffering upon yourself?"

"...I don't truly feel so."

In the reflection of green flames, a certain radiance flickered in Elder Anvil's pupils, smiling silently: "What does it matter, whether poison or medicine?"

Medicine lies in purity, poison in intensity.

Is there really anything hard to discern?

When you start to doubt what you hold in your hand, surely you should already understand — if it were truly a good medicine, why hesitate?

The meddling is merely due to regret and luck.

Yet, when a hint of venom mingles in with the good medicine, it ceases to be pure. Since engaging with Ember, why entangle endlessly with Zhi Fu, how can one possess such amazing affinity and adaptability?

Perhaps, from the beginning, Ji Jue never cared for the difference between the two.

But what of it?

That instinctive arrogance has long sealed the final fate.

Caring or not is not the crux, just like Jian Yuan's status as You Sui Craftsman, even untouched by affliction, how could it influence a single iota?

From the moment Ji Jue ceased to care, he was already possessed.

In the dead silence of darkness, Elder Anvil spoke no more, gazing at the Flame Light within the furnace, full of expectation.

There's no need to rush, just a bit more heat.

Just a little bit.

After such a long wait, why mind a few more days and nights?

Wait a bit longer.

It won't be long before Ji Jue realizes that what he desires is merely an illusion, a void, and then will understand where the true path lies...

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At this moment, when Ji Jue once again opened his eyes, staring at the unfamiliar ceiling before him, the real question emerged from his mind.

Don't tell me where I came from or where I'm going.

First tell me, where the hell am I?!"