thefictionvixens Chapter 584 His compassion was too idealistic
Chapter 584 His compassion was too idealistic
Fu Sheng understands Huai Jin too well.
In this dog-eat-dog world where human life is treated like dirt, no normal person would think there's anything wrong with exchanging the life of a dying person for their own. If anyone else knew the truth about this, they would only feel lucky and might even be grateful for her actions.
But Huaijin was different.
He was a stubborn, pedantic, and kind-hearted man; calling him rigid wouldn't be an exaggeration.
He didn't think it was a matter of course to use the lives of those three thousand immortals to save him. He stubbornly believed that those three thousand immortals didn't die from the Blood Poison Flower. Even if they would eventually die, their lives ended because of saving him before they died from the Blood Poison Flower. Therefore, he had to bear this sin.
He would rather die alongside those immortals and gods than live by nominally stepping on the lives of three thousand immortals and gods.
Therefore, Fusheng chose to say it this way.
Only when Huaijin felt that the reason the gods chose to let him live was to save more lives could he accept the outcome with a clear conscience. Only then would he feel that those gods and immortals did not die for him, but to save more people.
"I understand." After Fu Sheng finished speaking, Huai Jin remained silent for a long time before solemnly responding with a serious expression.
Fu Sheng's words might seem cold and cruel to others, but to Yu Huaijin, they brought him a sense of relief.
“Although it seems that only alchemists and weapon makers in the Immortal Realm have been afflicted by the Life-Giving Gu, we cannot be completely certain that the other immortals and gods are absolutely safe. It’s possible that they were just afflicted later and haven’t yet shown symptoms. Just in case, it would be best for every immortal and god to take the antidote for the Life-Giving Gu, not just alchemists and weapon makers. That would require a large quantity of Fallen Life Flowers.” Huai Jin pondered as he spoke, “I will now return to continue ‘painting’.”
Huaijin's concerns were exactly what Fusheng was worried about, so Fusheng did not object to what Huaijin said, nodded, and then watched Huaijin leave.
Fu Sheng watched his departing figure, her eyes filled with complex emotions.
The Fallen Flower blooms only once every ten years. Although it is not the most precious herb in the world, it is extremely rare because of its strict requirements on the harvesting time.
Scarcity means that drawing spirits is very difficult.
Given Huaijin's personality of not wanting to trouble others, the previous hundred Fallen Flowers must have been drawn by him himself. He drew more than a hundred in just a few days, so his spiritual energy must have been greatly depleted.
He shouldn't have recovered his consciousness yet, but he was in a hurry to draw spirits.
Fu Sheng sighed inwardly.
Her thoughts were racing. She suddenly remembered that the first time she and Huaijin had a disagreement was because Huaijin insisted on saving the snake.
That snake shouldn't be alive; of course she knew its identity.
Everything in the world is interconnected and mutually restraining, and there are hidden laws governing them. When the 'strongest' is born in both the Immortal Realm and the Demon Realm, it means that the strongest will also be born in the Demon Realm.
So she had to break this trend; that snake had to die, otherwise the demon realm would surely welcome their 'king'.
Huaijin didn't understand any of this, and he secretly saved the snake behind his back.
By the time she realized it, it was too late—it was the first time Huaijin had disobeyed his orders, and the first time she had ever been so angry.
Huaijin was such a person; he had a compassion for all things in the world, and he wanted to save immortals, gods, mortals, demons, beasts, and domestic fowl.
But his compassion was too idealistic; he never wanted to sacrifice any lives and always wanted to do everything in his power to save everyone.
And the result of this is often that no one can save them.