The righteous path punishes Heaven

Chapter 61 Righteousness

"Ugh!"

The purple hand loosened its grip, and Zhang Yunling slid directly out of the vase, falling to the ground in mid-air.

The powerful spiritual energy that was about to be released remained in his hand due to Chu Yanbing's counterattack. Finally, it condensed to its limit and exploded, blasting his right hand into ashes.

Looking up and scanning the surroundings, seeing the familiar yellow hall again, Zhang Yunling finally felt a huge weight lifted from his heart. Soaked in cold sweat, he endured the excruciating pain from his ruptured right hand and urgently cried out for help:

"Brother Sun, hurry, my brother's about to die..."

Sun Jie laughed heartily, flew to Zhang Yunling's side, gripped the white vase tightly in one hand, and with the other hand plucked the emerald green branch from the vase and flicked it towards Zhang Yunling's head. Instantly, a few drops of dew fell from the branch and landed on Zhang Yunling's head.

In an instant, all the pain vanished, followed by a wave of coolness that spread throughout his body, like a long-awaited rain after a drought. This miraculous power healed all the injuries Zhang Yunling had sustained in the previous battle, and finally, his blown-up right hand slowly grew back.

Because the repair speed is so fast, before the brain can even react, all the wounds on the body begin to heal at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Zhang Yunling felt no discomfort whatsoever throughout the entire process, as if the previous pain had never occurred. This power even repaired the meridians that had been damaged due to forcibly activating the One Qi Transforms into Three Purities technique.

Sun Jie nodded in satisfaction and said slowly, "Hmm, not bad, not bad, this treasure truly lives up to its reputation."

After calming down, Zhang Yunling stood up and said, "Brother Sun, could you take a look at that bottle? It looks familiar to me."

Sun Jie didn't mind and handed the vase over directly. Zhang Yunling carefully took it and examined it closely. Suddenly, his mind exploded with memories, and he looked up abruptly, exclaiming:

"This vase is the family heirloom that my father left me!"

"What?" Sun Jie raised an eyebrow upon hearing this and snatched the vase back. "You're still playing these tricks on me? I snatched this treasure from that woman, and now it's become your family heirloom. You can't even think before you start making up lies!"

"I'm not talking nonsense! Brother Sun, you don't know this, but I was reborn in this life. In my previous life, I was framed and killed by that female demon. She noticed this vase when I was in the Zhang family, which led to my father and I dying tragically at her hands!"

Hearing Zhang Yunling's angry explanation, Sun Jie couldn't help but be moved. He handed the vase back to Zhang Yunling and began to explain:

"We have known each other for a long time. You asked me what treasure you wanted to use, and I have lent it to you before. This treasure is called the Jade Purification Bottle, which is one of the thirty-three immortal artifacts. This bottle and the branches and leaves inside can be divided into two major magical treasures. The bottle can hold rivers, lakes and seas, and its capacity is virtually inexhaustible."

The branches and leaves are taken from the most vital branch of the only Bodhi Immortal Tree in the Nine Heavens, absorbing the essence of heaven and earth, sun and moon. Combined with this jade bottle, it can heal all injuries, even revive the dead and restore flesh to bones.

Upon hearing this, Zhang Yunling could no longer contain his excitement. He tightly gripped the jade bottle in his hand. After more than ten years, it had finally been returned to its rightful owner. Such a powerful magic weapon should have belonged to him.

Seeing Zhang Yunling's somewhat greedy look, Sun Jie coughed lightly and said, "Only the Jade Purification Bottle is your family heirloom, right? This bottle alone can only be considered a regular Heaven-rank magic weapon. It must be paired with the Bodhi branch and leaves. Only when the two are combined can it be considered a Celestial Artifact."

Zhang Yunling nodded, put the jade bottle into his storage bag, and bowed to Sun Jie, saying, "Brother Sun, we haven't had a chance to talk about this before. That woman is the one I was talking about who killed my father. When I see her again, you must help me capture her."

Sun Jie frowned and shook his head without saying a word, then turned and walked towards the stone bench.

"Brother Sun?" Zhang Yunling asked, puzzled. "Is there something wrong?"

Sun Jie walked straight to the stone bench and sat down. His purple eyes, which were usually so bright, were unusually dim. Neither of them said another word, and this continued for a long time.

Only when the light returned to Sun Jie's eyes did he speak in a deep voice: "You said that she was your father's killer. As a man, although it is true that a gentleman takes revenge even after ten years, don't you feel a little cowardly for not killing your enemy with your own hands but with the help of others?"

"..."

Hearing this, Zhang Yunling also felt a little uncomfortable. Sun Jie was right. He had been blinded by hatred and was too dependent on the strong person in front of him, thus losing the self-reliance and independence that a man should have.

After a moment of contemplation, Zhang Yunling roused himself and smiled, saying, "Brother Sun is right, I have learned a lot. When we have time in the future, we can have a long talk. In the meantime, please send me back to Daotian Continent."

"Yes, be careful, don't lose your life."

Sun Jie nodded in satisfaction, secretly wiped the sweat from his forehead, then raised his right hand to activate the spell, using the Formless Hand to tear through space and send Zhang Yunling back.

Quanzhen Sect, Grand Martial Arts Arena.

A sect deacon was casting a spell to summon a huge wooden stake toward a corner of the training ground. Once the stake was in place, today's work would be completely finished.

"Old Liu, look, are you hungry? Have some pills to replenish your energy." Another steward beside him handed over a second-grade Qi Condensation Pill.

"Yeah, thanks. I don't know what's wrong with me these past few days, I keep running into bad luck. I was swindled out of 5,000 spirit stones in the market in Chang'an a while ago, and now I've run into this mess. Sigh."

As the two were grumbling about the many unpleasant things that had happened in their lives recently, a powerful spiritual energy fluctuation suddenly came from above the martial arts arena. Then, a gap was torn open in the space, and a figure slowly floated down from it.

The sect steward, known as Old Liu, was speechless with shock at the sight. Another steward beside him reacted first, quickly pulling out a communication jade slip and shouting:

"Reporting to the Second Elder! We've found Zhang Yunling! He's right there in the Grand Martial Arts Arena!"

Zhang Yunling simply stood there, looking up at the Elders' Pavilion in the distance. He had his hands behind his back, head held high, as if he already knew what was about to happen and was just quietly waiting for those people to arrive.