My Wife Is The Leader Of A Demonic Cult Chapter 382

Chapter 382: Chapter 282: Two Swords Help the Seventh Realm Chapter 382: Chapter 282: Two Swords Help the Seventh Realm The dark and sinister Yin Evil Qi was cleaved apart, drifting to both sides, revealing the true visage of Fengdu in everyone's view.

It was an ancient jade tower that stood mid-air, radiating a chill and icy breath.

Around the great hall seemed to hover ghostly shadows, emitting angry roars, and even now, from within the hall, a sinister Yin Evil Qi continued to be released.

“Fengdu?”

An Jing's gaze was sharp as he said coldly, “It turns out to be an Exotic Treasure.”

The great hall before him was not Fengdu, but merely a peculiar Exotic Treasure. However, this Exotic Treasure could generate a dense Yin Evil Qi and, coupled with its grim and terrifying structure, give people the illusion of Fengdu.

After all, the number of people in the world who had seen Fengdu could be counted on one's fingers; encountering such a bizarre scene would make them subconsciously believe it was the appearance of Fengdu.

Even if it was not the true Fengdu, the Exotic Treasure before them was absolutely no ordinary object; indeed, it was one of the top Exotic Treasures in existence.

How exactly was this Exotic Treasure refined, and who was the owner of this Exotic Treasure?

Chang Ning was gasping for breath, his heart pounding madly; clearly, An Jing's sword had not been aimed at him but at the hall above. Had the attack truly been meant to kill him, he likely would have been a corpse by now.

Huff, puff, puff, puff….

As the Sword Light cut through the Yin Evil Qi, revealing the true face of the Exotic Treasure, a vast amount of Yin Evil Qi quickly gathered once again, obscuring the mysterious Exotic Treasure.

“Run!”

This was the only thought in Chang Ning's heart.

He leaped up, immediately employing the technique of Shrinking Land into Inches, and flew away into the distance.

Shrinking Land into Inches was the mark of a Grandmaster, exceedingly fast in speed.

“Do you think you can escape?”

An Jing let out a cold laugh as the Dulu Sword flew out of his hand.

“Swoosh!”

An Jing raised the Dulu Sword in his hand, and a vast surge of True Qi rushed in, after which the Dulu Sword flew straight out of his hand.

Unity Sword Technique! Sword Control!

At that moment, the Dulu Sword was like an immense Immortal Sword, piercing through the void in front of it.

How fast can a sword that pierces the void be?

In the blink of an eye, or even less than that, it had already reached in front of Chang Ning.

“Woosh!”

A soaring Sword Light shone forth, and Chang Ning's heart seemed to skip a beat, as if it had leaped to his throat.

This no longer resembled the Sword Light of the human world but more like that of an Immortal's sword as spoken of in legends.

The entire sky seemed to dim at that moment.

Sword Demon, Sword God, and people like Li Fuzhou trembled at the sight, their True Qi flowing like broad rivers within them, blocking the overflowing Sword Qi and Yin Evil Qi.

“Swoosh!”

The sky grew darker, the longsword once again became invisible, the primordial twilight quietly closed, and the world was enveloped in stillness.

The sword light pierced through the void as if it would never stop, and indeed, might never cease.

At that moment, a surge of Yin Evil Qi erupted from midair above Fengdu, rushing forward like tidal waves, seemingly intent on engulfing and enveloping the Dulu Sword.

“You can't save him! No one can save him!”

An Jing sneered coldly, his palm tapping the sword box behind him. Instantly, six clear, cold lights soared out from the sword box, their sharp luminescence painting the heavens and the earth, and the surrounding temperature plummeted rapidly.

The Evil Suppressing Sword split into six, with the Qingming sword light shimmering above the world, causing the surrounding Yin Evil Qi to drift and tremble.

Originally forged by the Great Zhou Dynasty to subdue and seal evil, the Evil Suppressing Sword was the bane of evil and Yin Evil Qi, its cold, piercing light akin to the dawn's sunlight.

Then, the six sword lights intertwined and connected, forming a colossal Sword Array.

From the beginning, An Jing's Sword Array had been inspired by the blade of the six Evil Suppressing Swords, and as his understanding of the Sword Array and the Sword Dao deepened, the number of swords he could use in the array increased.

At this moment, he was extremely proficient in the Sword Array formed by the Evil Suppressing Sword. As his True Qi surged and directed the control, the six sword lights transformed into six towering swords, and their Sword Qi, torrential and overwhelming, thrust forward.

Above the horizon, the Sword Qi churned, tearing open the black sea of clouds.

The Sword Array fiercely pierced through the Yin Evil Qi and pinned directly onto the Great Hall. One could see black smoke billowing out from the sinister hall.

Within the hall, one could distinctly hear the ghastly howling of ghostly shadows, enough to send chills down one's spine.

Meanwhile, the Dulu Sword pierced through the dense Yin Evil Qi, continuing towards Chang Ning.

Chang Ning's eyes were round with shock, and through his pupils, one could clearly see the chilling sword light.

“Thump!”

The sword light flashed by, piercing directly through Chang Ning's throat. Blood spurted out as his body heavily collapsed to the ground.

With Mo Chen's death, this Five Qi Grandmaster of the Heavenly Slaughter Divine Palace also perished, his Dao vanished.

An Jing caught the Dulu Sword as it returned to him.

Yin Evil Qi began to gather anew around the palace in the sky, thickening to the extreme. The Evil Suppressing Sword seemed to receive a powerful recoil force, retreating back as six streams of sword light.

“Whoosh! Whoosh!”

An Jing stretched out his hand, and the returning six Evil Suppressing Swords merged into one, transforming back into a single Evil Suppressing Sword.

The ancient and foreboding hall, together with the Yin Evil Qi, gradually disappeared from everyone's view.

An Jing reached out his hand and collected the five Heaven and Earth Spirit Essences from Chang Ning's body into his own Dantian.

The two Five Qi Grandmasters from Gui Shuang perished, their prepared techniques unused, just as the Ghost Swordsman had slain both without even revealing the Jade Seal.

They had overestimated themselves and underestimated the sword in An Jing's hand.

“Son-in-law!”

Tan Yun and Li Fuzhou approached hastily.

“Are you okay?”

An Jing patted Tan Yun's shoulder and said softly.

Initially, he had also considered that the Heavenly Slaughter Divine Palace might target Tan Yun, but due to the Lv Mansion situation, he had not taken extra defensive measures, giving the Heavenly Slaughter Divine Palace an opportunity.

“I'm fine, son-in-law. I'm really okay,” Tan Yun replied, light flickering in her eyes. Then, patting her chest, her mood seemed to brighten considerably at the sight of the person before her.

Even if the sky were to fall, there would be this person before my eyes shouldering it.

She just liked this kind of carefree life, where she didn't need to use her brain and could just idle away waiting for death.

“That's good then.”

An Jing nodded slightly and then turned to Li Fuzhou, his brow furrowed as he said, “The owner behind this exotic treasure doesn't seem simple, Third Master, you need to investigate the Palace Master of the Heavenly Slaughter Divine Palace carefully.”

According to the intelligence, the Palace Master of the Heavenly Slaughter Divine Palace might be a Great Grandmaster. Initially, An Jing did not believe it, since a Great Grandmaster level expert would not appear so easily, but at this moment, seeing that sinister, eerie Great Hall, a few doubts arose in An Jing's heart.

Nowadays, the situation in the world is treacherous, and Great Grandmaster level experts are emerging in an endless stream, the Great Grandmaster of the Heavenly Slaughter Divine Palace is very likely real, and this person holds such an eerie exotic treasure, but what exactly is his identity?

Li Fuzhou solemnly clasped his fists and said, “Your subordinate understands.”

An Jing then turned to Tan Yun and said, “You should also be more careful in the future.”

“I understand.”

Tan Yun expressed her concern, “Son-in-law, the people of the Heavenly Slaughter Divine Palace have deep-rooted strength in the Great Yan, and it seems they have been scheming for a long time.”

Liu Moyuan stepped forward and said slowly, “Indeed, they have been scheming for a long time.”

An Jing clasped his fists towards Liu Moyuan, saying, “Thank you, senior, for this warning.”

During the Mid-Autumn season, Liu Moyuan had secretly revealed news to An Jing. Although the Demon Sect had already gotten a hint of it, regardless, this was a good intention.

“With your strength, even without my words, the Heavenly Slaughter Divine Palace couldn't do anything to you.”

Liu Moyuan waved his hand and then said, “The aim of the Heavenly Slaughter Divine Palace is for the Earth Veins, thereby coming from the Eastern Parts of Guishuang, taking the Buddhist Pure Land as the axis, to forge a path into this world, to completely control the world.”

An Jing narrowed his eyes, “It seems this is indeed a transformative change that has never been seen before in the world's history, I didn't expect even the Heavenly Slaughter Divine Palace would get involved.”

Li Fuzhou looked at the Sword Demon, Liu Moyuan, and said, “You're indeed not dead.”

An Jing glanced at the Sword Demon. He had once plunged his sword into the heart of Sword Demon Hao Tian atop Zhong Mountain, causing him to roll into the mountain cliff, and he had thought him surely dead. He didn't expect that he would still be alive.

The Sword Demon said in a low voice, “The Sword Demon is already dead; what lives now is Hao Tian.”

Upon hearing this, Li Fuzhou said no more.

An Jing stared at the Sword Demon and said, “I thought you were here to break the forbidden Earth Veins.”

The Sword Demon replied indifferently, “I need not come for it, the breaking of the Earth Veins' seal is a natural trend.”

An Jing's eyebrows rose as he said, “The breaking of the Earth Veins will lead to chaos in the world, and with the world in chaos, there will inevitably be great disaster for all living beings, resulting in an immense catastrophe.”

The Sword Demon, neither affirming nor denying, said, “This world naturally obtains new life amidst great catastrophes – only through continuous destruction can there be continuous creation; this is the trend, besides, can you stop this great trend?”

Hearing these words, Li Fuzhou's brow furrowed tightly.

Now, the Earth Vein Spirit is being continuously contaminated, and countless experts are eyeing it hungrily, among them not a few are Great Grandmasters.

With the Earth Veins seal breaking, a great change will be triggered in the world, and for the common people, life or death–they don't really care. What they care more about is whether the Evil Blood Qi can be used for themselves.

Jiang Shang used the Evil Blood to greatly increase his cultivation, eventually triggering a mutation. Although he gave up becoming an Evil Specter, the effects of the Evil Blood spread throughout the world, and many experts, while regarding the Evil Blood as taboo, are still searching for the Evil Blood.

In the Jianghu, many people's craving for strength is blind.

They believe that great power can get them everything, including fame, wealth, and beauty.

Isn't this what they mingle in the Jianghu for?

Upon hearing this, An Jing's brow twisted into a knot, the Earth Vein Spirit is still being contaminated by the Evil Spirits and will eventually be completely contaminated, by which time many Great Grandmaster experts will definitely not be able to hold back.

Moreover, the Earth Vein Spirit was sealed, and nature's spiritual energy was becoming scarcer by the day; such a situation would sooner or later prove to be no permanent solution, akin to a time bomb placed beside oneself.

The only solution was to personally slay this Earth Vein Spirit, thereby also eradicating the dark opportunity that lingered upon oneself.

An Jing looked at the two individuals and said, “It seems that both of you are awaiting the arrival of that day.”

Liu Moyuan said, “I may not understand much else, but this Earth Vein Spirit will break through its seals sooner or later. Sealing the Earth Vein Spirit is not the root solution to the problem.”

The reason he helped An Jing was nothing more than his disdain for those arrogantly self-important figures of the Heavenly Slaughter Divine Palace.

“Let's not talk about this matter for now.”

An Jing glanced at the two men, his heart stirred, and then he said, “I intend to discuss the Sword Dao with you two seniors. I wonder if you would be willing to return with me to Yujing City?”

Both individuals before him were among the top swordsmanship masters of their time, one cultivated the Heavenly Dao Sword, the other the Holy Dao Sword; both had their unique understanding and insights into the way of the sword. Positioned in history, they were rare swordsmen, each with the potential to dominate an era, especially Sword God Liu Moyuan's Holy Dao Sword.

If one could deeply engage with these two swordsmanship masters, it might greatly assist in reaching the Seventh Realm.

Upon seeing An Jing's gaze, the Sword Demon knew his thoughts, “If I were to refuse, would that Dulu Sword once again pierce through this old man's chest?”

Upon hearing this, An Jing laughed out loud, “Senior, you jest.”

After pondering for a while, Liu Moyuan asked, “You're not far from the Seventh Realm now, are you?”

A gleam of light flashed in the Sword Demon's eyes as he looked over.

Reaching the Seventh Realm is the supreme state for swordsmen. The Sword Dao Tao General Outline has clear records of this realm's existence throughout history, yet there are no clear records of swordsmen who have actually reached it.

An Jing smiled and said nothing, leaving the two men with boundless speculation.

“Very well!”

Liu Moyuan exhaled slowly and said, “Then this old man shall exchange some insights on the swordsmanship with you. I have long been exceedingly curious about your swordsmanship.”

Since ancient times, the Holy Dao Sword was considered the foremost in swordsmanship, but when faced with An Jing's Immortal Sword, it was clearly suppressed without exception. How could Liu Moyuan not be curious about An Jing's Sword Dao?

The Sword Demon also nodded and said, “Since that's the case, let us go together.”

“Then let's go.”

An Jing secured the Dulu Sword and the Evil Suppressing Sword.

Watching An Jing's actions, the Sword Demon couldn't help but give a wry smile. It seemed his guess was indeed correct–if he had dared to say no earlier, the fates of Mo Chen and Chang Ning might very well have been his own predicament now.

Jiangnan Dao, Yu State City.

With each autumn rain comes a chill, with translucent drops like millions of silvery threads undulating in midair, gently enshrouding the atmosphere like a light mist. The rain falling into the Yu State River was like droplets into a crystalline plate, splashing up countless pearls; on the trees, it seemed to comb through their branches with a tender touch.

At this moment, on the ancient bridge over the Yu State River, stood a scholar under an oil-paper umbrella. Unlike the hurried passersby, he walked very slowly, as if out of sync with the rest of the world.

This man was none other than Zhou Xianming, the current top scholar of the Great Yan Dynasty.

He watched the people coming and going, as well as the black-awninged boats drifting on the river. The scene before him was both familiar and strange–the familiar because here he had spent the happiest days of his life, and the strange because he could no longer find the familiar faces from then.

Zhou Xianming paused mid-step, slowly extended his hand, and let the rainwater drip onto his palm.

The cool sensation seeped into his heart and spleen.

After a while, a woman in black arrived behind Zhou Xianming, her snow-white skin contrasting starkly with her clothes, her hands like carved jade. Under the backdrop of the willows behind her, she looked even more delicate and lovely.

Her name was Tian Yingying, codenamed 'Parrot', a master of the Heaven and Earth Net, and the same woman who had previously unveiled Tan Yun's identity.

Tian Yingying walked to Zhou Xianming's side and hesitated for a moment before saying, “Sir, we've located the woman. She was escorted to Yu State City by a master of the Demon Sect and then left. The woman bought a small courtyard in Chunfeng Alley and has been living there ever since, without any suspicious activities.”

Chunfeng Alley….

Hearing this, Zhou Xianming appeared to think of something.

No one knew better than him what this place was; it was where he had once lived, where he studied, where he wrote poems for her.

In an instant, memories surged like the tide.

Happy moments, unhappy moments–all suddenly became vivid. It turned out that these events were deeply etched in his mind.

Seeing that Zhou Xianming remained silent for a long time, Tian Yingying spoke softly, “Lord Zhou.”

She had been following him on the orders of the Yong'an Human Emperor for some time now, but she had never seen Zhou Xianming show such an expression.

He was always calm and composed, with a light in his eyes and a smile at the corner of his mouth. He had never been like this before, which made her feel somewhat alienated and also somewhat anxious.

This call brought Zhou Xianming out of his memories. He said, “Let's go, take a look at Chunfeng Alley.”

Tian Yingying said, “Lord Zhou, I will lead the way.”

Zhou Xianming shook his head. “No need, I'm very familiar with this place.”

The two of them, one in front and one behind, arrived in Chunfeng Alley.

Tian Yingying pointed to the courtyard in front of them and said, “This is the place.”

Zhou Xianming gazed at the familiar courtyard without speaking, just slowly pushing open the big gate of the courtyard.

“Creak–!”

The door opened, revealing a sturdy camphor tree. However, its leaves had turned yellow, yet there were no fallen leaves on the ground. It was clear that the owner of the courtyard was a very tidy person who kept it clean and tidy.

“Cough cough cough….”

Perhaps alerted by the sound of the door, the owner came out of the house with frail steps.

Zhou Xianming took a slight pause when he saw the person.

At this moment, Li Yue was not dressed in her usual splendid, gorgeous dresses but instead in a coarse cloth skirt. Her complexion was no longer rosy and looked somewhat pale.

When she saw Zhou Xianming, she too was stunned.

Tian Yingying, watching from the side, seemed to understand something.

Li Yue gently smiled and said, “May you always be at ease.”

Zhou Xianming, gazing at that pale face, smiled and said, “It's been a long time.”

Li Yue said, “Come in and sit.”

“Wait for me at the entrance of the courtyard.”

Zhou Xianming instructed Tian Yingying and then strode into the courtyard.

Tian Yingying's lips parted as if she wanted to say that the Yong'an Human Emperor had ordered her to never leave Zhou Xianming's side, but in the end, she did not speak and quietly walked out of the door instead.

In the hall, Li Yue supported herself on the table with one hand and poured a cup of tea with the other. “It's just plain tea. I hope Mr. Zhou won't mind.”

Zhou Xianming took the tea and couldn't help but smile, “In the past, this hand used to pour me wine. I didn't expect you to be pouring me tea today.”

Li Yue looked at Zhou Xianming intently and said, “If Mr. Zhou wishes to drink today, Wanhong will surely accompany him.”

Zhou Xianming took a sip of the tea lightly and declined, “No need, wine may be sweet, but it harms the body.”

“Yes, wine does harm the body… cough cough cough.”

Hearing that, Li Yue felt a pang in her chest and couldn't help but bring a handkerchief to her mouth and nose, coughing violently.

Zhou Xianming, seeing this, couldn't help but say, “Your health doesn't seem so good now.”

“I've been coughing a lot lately.”

“You need someone to take care of you.”

“I'd like that, but I don't want to tire anyone out. Besides, people should take care of each other, so how could I take care of someone else like this?”

“You really can't take care of anyone like this.”

“So, I can only try to take care of myself and not trouble others.”

“Sometimes by not wanting to trouble others, you're already troubling them.”

Hearing this, Li Yue looked at Zhou Xianming involuntarily.

Then, Zhou Xianming lowered his head towards the tea cup, but halfway through reaching for it, he let his hand fall again, “I once asked Brother An how to know when you've found the right person.”

Li Yue asked, “What did he say?”

Zhou Xianming slowly said, “The right person will make you smile upon seeing them, and you will smile upon seeing them.”

Li Yue sighed, “It's down-to-earth and very true.”

Zhou Xianming lifted his head and said, “I had found that person, but then I lost her.”

Li Yue met his gaze, her heart fluttering.

Zhou Xianming said earnestly, “After that, I never met anyone who could make me smile, that person who made me happy upon sight.”

Li Yue's lips parted as if she wanted to say something, but it felt as if there was something trapped in her throat.

“I won't disturb you any longer.”

Zhou Xianming looked at Li Yue's expression and walked towards the door.

He pretended to leave nonchalantly, without looking back, moving exceptionally slowly. He imagined those eyes looking at him and felt a vengeful satisfaction in his heart, but even more so, it was a pain, an intense ache.

Li Yue watched as Zhou Xianming turned his back to her.

“Xianming, accompany me for one last drink.”

Li Yue clutched the handkerchief tightly, feeling a stabbing pain in her chest, “Cough… cough cough cough!”

A severe cough racked her body, her throat painful as if her heart and lungs wanted to cough out.

Zhou Xianming, hearing this, quickly looked back and saw the handkerchief was now stained with fresh blood. He couldn't help but ask, “Blood Spirit Technique?”

Li Yue wiped the fresh red from her lips and answered, “Yes.”

At that moment, that smear of red made her appear even more delicate and alluring.

Hearing this, a fear arose in Zhou Xianming's heart, “How much Essence Blood have you consumed?”

Well-read as he was, he naturally knew what the Blood Spirit Technique was, and he had also learned from the intelligence networks of the Heaven and Earth Net that Li Yue was cultivating exactly this technique.

The Blood Spirit Technique is a Xuanwu Level mental method, but its cultivation speed is faster than any other martial arts heart method in the world because it allows for the accumulation of a Blood Spirit in the Dantian.

This Blood Spirit can absorb the essence blood of the human body and then nourish itself, allowing cultivation to increase exponentially in a short period of time.

The essence originates from the Innate Essence and is generated from the Acquired Water Valley. The formation of essence also relies on the Qi within the body, hence the saying “essence and blood share the same source.”

The consumption of a vast amount of essence blood requires a significant amount of time, along with herbs and food for replenishment. While essence blood is being replenished, it also greatly wears out one's life span.

The more essence blood the Blood Spirit absorbs, the more it nourishes itself, thereby the faster the cultivation speed becomes.

Li Yue leaned on the wooden pillar with difficulty, gasping for breath, “Doctor An said there are three more months, right?”

Three months!?

Upon hearing this, Zhou Xianming felt as if struck by a thunderbolt, his mind went blank.

The last time An Jing saw Li Yue, it had been a long time ago.

Li Yue, leaning on the wooden pillar, smiled, “Xianming, have a drink with me.”

Zhou Xianming couldn't hold back any longer and stepped forward to hug Li Yue tightly.

The two of them clung to each other, with their hearts as close as they could possibly be.

Zhou Xianming felt the tenderness in his arms as if his heart was being continuously sliced by a knife. That silent pain was even more uncomfortable than any other suffering.

Li Yue, leaning on Zhou Xianming's shoulder, said, “Have a drink, I want to have one more drink with you.”

Zhou Xianming murmured, “I don't believe it, I can't believe it….”

How could a perfectly healthy person, and a high-level Jianghu expert at that, suddenly say they are going to die?

Li Yue said softly, “Doctor An didn't tell a lie, he even brought out a Snow Lotus for me, or else I would have died long ago.”

Zhou Xianming held Li Yue tightly, as if releasing his hold would let her fly away. Tears uncontrollably streamed down, “I won't drink anymore, I won't ever drink again.”

Sometimes, tears are uncontrollable; they flow unconsciously when you are sad or heartbroken.

Li Yue smiled, “Have a drink, I want you to have a drink with me.”

With that, she took out a jug of wine from under the wooden table next to her, as if she had been prepared for a long time, just waiting for this moment.

After opening the seal, the light fragrance wafted through the air.

“Let me do it.”

Zhou Xianming took the jug and poured two cups of wine.

Li Yue smiled, “I used to pour wine for you before; who would have thought there would come such a day?”

Zhou Xianming said, “I've thought about this moment for a long time, but I never had the chance.”

Li Yue looked at the man before her and felt a sudden warmth in her heart, happy that there was someone in this world who truly loved her without reservation.

At least, after she left this world, someone would still miss her.

Zhou Xianming held up two cups of wine and looked at Li Yue, “If you had met me first, would you have still cultivated the Blood Spirit Technique?”

In Li Yue's life, the first half was fairly happy, but after a significant change, she spent the latter half immersed in hatred.

Having successfully cultivated the Blood Spirit Technique, there was no turning back, and all she could do was continue cultivating.

But in face of the vast ocean and towering waves, what did her meager power amount to?

Li Yue also looked at Zhou Xianming and said, “It's a pity, life doesn't have 'what ifs'.”

The two raised their tea cups and clinked them together.

“Cough cough cough…”

Li Yue coughed as she drank.

Zhou Xianming took Li Yue's wine cup from her hand, distressed, “Don't drink anymore.”

“Okay.”

Li Yue couldn't help but smile, “My alcohol tolerance is much better than yours.”

Zhou Xianming looked into Li Yue's eyes. He couldn't resist those eyes, just like a falling leaf will eventually hit the ground, and ultimately, he would sink into them.

Li Yue said, “I want you to accompany me to the courtyard to watch the sunset.”

Zhou Xianming supported Li Yue out to the yard and sat down under the dried-up camphor tree. The autumn rain had just stopped, still leaving a bit of chill in the air.

Li Yue's body was scalding hot; she clung tightly to Zhou Xianming's chest as they both looked up at the sky to watch the setting sun, as if time had suddenly become still.

Li Yue, watching the sunset, softly said, “Back then, I thought about drinking with you every day, eating meals, watching the sun rise and set in the sky. These seemingly simple things are also happiness.”

Zhou Xianming held Li Yue in his arms, “I also thought about living such a simple and ordinary life with you every day.”

Li Yue said, “Actually, I've been waiting for you, always feeling unsettled not having seen you one last time.”

Zhou Xianming quickly said, “Then why didn't you tell Brother An? I would have come to find you sooner.”

Li Yue laughed, “I didn't say. I wanted you to come see me on your own.”

Zhou Xianming heard this and laughed too, but as he laughed, he cried, “It's my fault; I should have come to see you sooner.”

“Yeah, you didn't come for me.”

Li Yue looked at the sunset, her chest heaving rapidly, and then blood continuously flowed down from the corner of her mouth.

For ordinary people, the wine was just wine, but for her, it was the deadliest poison in the world.

Zhou Xianming felt the blood soaking his clothes, seeping over his chest. It was like being throttled, unable to speak a word, unable to breathe.

Li Yue was delirious as if in a dream, “I didn't get to be your wife in this life, so I'll have to wait for the next one….”

Li Yue's voice grew weaker and weaker, her breathing ever more feeble until it finally faded away.

Zhou Xianming held Li Yue's lifeless body tightly. He was like a wood carving, not yet snapping out of his daze.

There were no more tears in his eyes, they had unknowingly dried up.

Indeed, when someone dies, they truly can take another person with them.

The greatest grief is without tears, the greatest love is beyond words.

Just as Zhou Xianming had said, he lost the one that made him smile at first sight, the one he wanted to cherish, the one on his mind, the one worth climbing mountains and crossing ridges for love.

The sunset gradually fell, and darkness was finally about to descend.

PS: I'm aiming to conclude this story at the end of the month. I will update more each day, striving for an average of more than eight thousand words per day, let's go!

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