Chapter 1594: Chapter 1583: Holy Infant Girl
“Aerial Mastery Realm?”
Ning Fan naturally wouldn’t guess further. What Barson ant was quite clear—his cultivation had decreased.
Barson spoke quietly, “Just one step away from the peak of the Heavenly Gang Realm and becoming a legend.”
“That legend is probably referring to the Primordial Spirit Realm, right?”
Ning Fan looked at Barson in surprise. He hadn’t expected that this unremarkable and shabby Barson actually had such high cultivation.
Soon, Ning Fan realized and exclaid, “You’re saying this ghostly thing caused a backlash, dropping you from the Heavenly Gang Realm to True Yuan?”
No wonder Barson said death was too cheap for him.
Falling two major realms at once, from the peak to the mud, can feel worse than death.
Barson didn’t care about this but nervously said, “Don’t call the Holy Infant that; he’ll be upset.”
As soon as he finished speaking, the previously motionless jar began to shake, as if throwing a tantrum.
“This is too eerie.”
Ning Fan felt a chill in his heart and decided not to mock the Holy Infant anymore.
“Now you understand how it feels.”
Ning Fan chuckled, “This is sothing you brought upon yourself.”
Glancing at the jar, Barson calmly said, “While we have ti, I can talk to you and satisfy any of your doubts.”
Ning Fan laughed angrily, “Do you know about my cultivation?”
Barson shook his head, “It’s not important. Once you ca here, the outco was already decided.”
“Then I’ll just smash this rotten jar.”
“No. You cannot break the Demon-suppressing Seal.”
Barson blocked the jar with both hands like a protective parent.
Ning Fan laughed, “Interesting. According to you, I’m just supposed to foolishly wait for this ghostly thing to co out and attack .”
Once more hearing this label, the jar started shaking again, and Barson, embracing the jar, soothed it like coaxing a child, “There, there, uncle didn’t an it, don’t be angry.”
Seeing this, goosebumps erupted on Ning Fan’s skin.
With Barson’s soothing, the jar cald down again.
Ning Fan shook his head, “With your current cultivation, you can’t stop .”
“You’re wrong. I have no other aning than to stop you from breaking the Demon-suppressing Seal. Your fate is already sealed. Without it, no one can stop the Holy Infant in this world.”
“That’s my business.”
Just as Ning Fan was about to act, Barson’s words piqued his curiosity.
“My cultivation decline was not due to a backlash. I willingly did it.”
Ning Fan frowned, “Why?”
“The Holy Infant started feeding on blood, but over ti, simple blood no longer satisfied it. It began devouring souls.”
Barson pointed to a nearby grave, saying, “To appease it, I brought the Holy Infant here, using the souls of the dead to feed it.”
“But the number of souls is limited, so I had to split my own soul, using my three souls and seven spirits to sustain it.
When the soul recovers, I continue the feeding. Thus, my cultivation keeps dropping, and I’m almost unable to sustain it.”
“That’s ruthless!”
Ning Fan didn’t really know the taste of splitting the soul, but he had tasted the feeling of the spirit leaving the body.
It’s like having your body torn apart alive.
“What happens if you don’t feed it?”
Ning Fan hit the core of the problem.
Barson retorted, “What happens if a child doesn’t have food or drink?”
Ning Fan instinctively said, “Of course, they’d cry and fuss.”
“Exactly. A fussing Holy Infant would break the seal and bring havoc upon the world.”
“So you’re saying the Holy Infant is completely out of your control.”
“Nearly so. Even at my original cultivation, I couldn’t suppress it, let alone ta it.”
Barson’s tone shifted, “To the Holy Infant, I’m equivalent to its father.”
“So you’re saying I’m dood today.”
“That’s indeed the case. Even if you kill , it won’t help. The Holy Infant will still erge. For , death is just a release.”
Barson sighed, “So for the sake of all beings, I hope you can end yourself.”
Were it anyone else saying such things, Ning Fan would have slapped them.
But Barson’s words were genuinely sincere.
The Holy Infant is a monstrous creature even a peak Heavenly Gang couldn’t suppress,
and this jar can’t contain it. Barson can only keep it confined like comforting a child, at the cost of his cultivation dropping two major realms.
“What a damn pitfall.”
The situation had taken an unexpected turn, reaching a point Ning Fan never imagined.
If he killed Barson now, the unruly child would certainly co out and cause chaos without a father to control him.
“Barson, how about you pretend you never saw today?” Ning Fan suggested. “I won’t disturb you while you handle the child here.”
“This…”
Barson hesitated, calculating the gains and losses in his mind.
The situation wasn’t developing as he imagined. To protect the Demon-suppressing Seal and not release the Holy Infant, Barson could compromise.
Just then, a crisp little girl’s voice erged from the jar, “That won’t do, Uncle. Who will play with if you leave? Uncle, don’t go, okay?”
The girl’s voice was soft and sweet, sounding very cute.
But in this environnt, it seed exceptionally terrifying.
“It’s not up to now.”
Barson’s expression changed, then he shook his head.
But inside, Barson was puzzled, “The Holy Infant is weird today. Why didn’t it co out for so long?”
Normally when Barson arrived, the Holy Infant would co out to greet him.
That’s why Barson deliberately led Ning Fan here, wanting to use Ning Fan’s soul to give the Holy Infant a nice al, allowing him so ti to recuperate.
But today’s situation was different.
Ning Fan gasped, surprised, “This ghostly thing can talk?”
“Uncle is bad. Uncle is really annoying.”
After speaking, the little girl’s coy voice suddenly turned incredibly shrill, chilling as a fierce ghost, “I won’t play with Uncle anymore.”
“Stop pretending to be a ghost here!”
Ning Fan’s expression turned cold, and he struck out with a fierce palm.
“No!”
Barson leaped, shielding the jar from the palm wind.
With Barson’s current cultivation, he couldn’t withstand Ning Fan’s palm. His organs ruptured instantly, and large clots of black blood surged from his mouth.
Barson, whose face resembled gold foil, painfully said, “Don’t…break the Demon-suppressing Seal, or everything will be over.”
“Even though it’s your ancestors’ wrongdoing, I really admire you.”
A trace of respect flashed in Ning Fan’s eyes.
Barson could easily wash his hands of the matter, but he chose to atone for his ancestors’ sins at the cost of his life.
Just then, the girl’s deanor changed, her voice bright and innocent as she giggled, “Heehee! That was fun. Uncle, perform another, okay?”
Ning Fan sighed, “A ghost is just a ghost. You treat it like a daughter. Is it worth it?”
“It’s not her fault. She’s just a naive child.”
Barson said somberly, “There’s no question of whether it’s worth it or not. I’m just seeking redemption.”
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