My Life As A Soul Master

Death And Rebirth P2

A man in a Peak Lord's clothes tried to protect me, Lou BingHe. A half-breed of the demons, and humans, Shizun tried to protect me from the blast but failed to do so as I pushed him away from me.
Thousands of cultivators had their swords out, yelling at me for betraying their trust.

"We shouldn't have let you live!"

"Once a demon, always a demon!" More insults I could shrug off, but Shizun couldn't take it.

"He is innocent!" He countered.

Lui Qingge stepped forward. "Innocent? He made you self-destruct Shen Qing Qiu! He probably resurrected you back so he could torture you more!"
Red tainted my vision. How dare they? How dare they insult Shizun? None of them deserved to be cultivators, much less Peak Lords!

"How dare you? You have no right to call Shizun like that!" Ming Fan retorted. "And, besides he wasn't the one who did it!"

"How do you know? Don't you hate him?" One of the Peak Lords asked Ming Fan.

"I used too, but I realised that I was just angry and jealous at him, because he was in Shizun's heart. How can I judge him when he resurrected Shizun, and saved us by the so called princess.!" I knew they wouldn't let them go, unless they'll kill me.
Shizun raised his sword, preparing to strike whoever hurt his husband, Quing Jing Peak disciples summoned thousands of swords and talismans. I felt something's was wrong, someone was behind... 'Shizun!' I thought.
My eyes widened as I looked behind Shizun and saw a sword hurtling towards the disciples.
With every once of my strength, I made a barrier for the disciples and Shizun, but...that last ounce of power caused me to self-destruct.

"NO!" The worst thing I could ever hear was Shizun craddling my head, telling me that I would live, and survive. I knew that my time was up, it was time for me to really die.

"Shizun? Do me a favour," I asked him. He looked at me. "Kiss me."
He dipped his head into mine, and gave a passionate kiss.
I savoured his warm, lips for the very, last time...

"Goodbye, Shizun." I whispered as I closed my eyes.

I felt---warm, something was holding me. Rough, calloused hands held me against this mysterious persons chest.

"Hou Tian, look at our son!" A woman's soft voice exclaimed.

"He looks just like you," A deep voice of a man made me think 'my father?'.
"He'll be a great Soul Master, when he grows up."
I struggled to open my eyes. I saw my parents at this world. My Mother had dark, blue hair, wearing a silky intricate dress, and my Father's brown hair made him look like he's theory years old. He wore civilian clothes, with he colors of brown, and white.
Mother's eyes twinkle with happiness, skin like the color of peach, eyes blue as the water, while my Father had tanned skin, and brown, warm eyes.

"Oh, look! Tang San opened his eyes!" Mother said excitedly. "Welcome to the world of Soul Masters , my son."

"I'm happy he is here, but what about-----" Then, a blast shook the entire room. Father cursed out loud.
Mother quickly wrapped me in a white clothe, and ran with Father.

"They found us!" Father had a huge hammer in his hand, surrounded with lightning. " How is possible that they found us so quickly?"

Mother looked calm, but fear, and worry vibrated through her. "Let's not tarry that, what s important is that he's here. And Hou Tian, I'm sorry that we have to part." She kissed my forehead, then my Fathers. He tried to grab her arm, but blue vines trapped us in a shell.

The last trying I heard was a man panicking about some sacrifice thing, while father yelling. "NO!"