Chapter 27 Since You Are Doomed to Die, I Will Never Let You Forget Me

Han Zhi asked Leng Xiangyu: "Do you hate me so much?"

He really didn't understand why. Couldn't he see that his father treated him much better than he treated himself?

Leng Xiangyu has poor talent for cultivation, so his father picked polar ice lotus for him to open up his meridians. However, because he has two conflicting attributes of fire and ice in his body, he can only curl up in the ice cellar and cannot die.

When he was held in his father's arms and taught him how to make tea, he was beaten with a hundred whips because Leng Xiangyu fell down when he was with him.

There was even one time when his father was in a good mood and saw his father lying in the snow, thinking he just wanted to see him, so he agreed to have dinner with him in the evening. As a result, he kept waiting, the sun set in the west, and the moon rose again and again, but he still didn't see his father.

Later he learned that Leng Xiangyu had finally learned how to freeze ice, and froze a rough-looking little rabbit, which he gave to his father.

But he had given something like that before, something even more exquisite than Leng Xiangyu's, but it was casually thrown on the ground and smashed to pieces by his father.

Leng Xiangyu snorted coldly: "It is enough for my father to have me as his son. Your existence will only make my father upset."

Han Zhi had no intention of saying anything more to Leng Xiangyu. After so many years, it was time to understand everything today.

He looked towards the horizon and saw the flowing water in the distance, that was the anger of the water.

Chi Changyuan was wearing crimson clothes and had a murderous look on his cold, pale face.

He hasn't seen Chi Changyuan for a long time.

He stood there expressionlessly, the cold wind blowing on his cheeks, and his terrifying old face was exposed in front of Chi Changyuan.

Is that Han Zhi?

Chi Changyuan couldn't believe it. His face was covered with scars, which were the marks created by his own hands, but he didn't know where the wrinkles on Han Zhi's face came from.

The old Chi Changyuan almost didn't recognize him. The charming and beautiful woman he once was had disappeared, and only a calmness as deep as ancient water remained on Han Zhi's face.

"Chi Changyuan." Han Zhi spoke first. At this point, some things would be too late if they were not said now: "Are you going to practice the Ice Condensation Technique with him every day from now on?"

Now that it's said, everything is clear.

Chi Changyuan paused. He hadn't expected him to know everything. But what did it matter if he knew? His subsequent kindness to him hadn't been motivated by the bet.

He looked at him coldly, the disappointment in his eyes growing more and more intense. He didn't understand why Han Zhi, who used to be so considerate, was so unreasonable now.

"What do you want to do? Let Xiangyu go and I will spare your life." He didn't want to kill Han Zhi at all, so why did Han Zhi force him again and again?

"Nothing." Han Zhi chuckled. If it were in the past, Chi Changyuan's smile would have been so beautiful, but now, on that face full of scars and wrinkles, it was so ugly and horrible.

He said, "I don't think I've had a proper fight with you yet. If you fight me, I'll let him go. What do you say?"

He originally simply didn't want them to get married, but now, after knowing that it was all a ridiculous gamble, he didn't want to care anymore.

Let Chi Changyuan do whatever he wants and be with whoever he wants.

He did not wait for Chi Changyuan's consent. He rushed forward and stabbed Chi Changyuan with a sword.

Chi Changyuan didn't expect that he would suddenly attack. He knew how powerful Han Zhi was and didn't dare to slack off. Moreover, he had no need to be soft-hearted towards the person who drew his sword against him.

A water sword appeared, a long sword condensed from flowing water that could cut through iron like mud. He leaped forward to strike, but saw Han Zhi dodge in mid-air. Chi Changyuan's strike missed. The next moment, Han Zhi appeared behind him, trying to sneak up on him, but Chi Changyuan easily dodged it.

The two men fought for hundreds of rounds, each of them seemed to want to kill the other, but it also seemed that neither of them really wanted to kill. Han Zhi's breath was unstable and he took a few steps back. Chi Changyuan frowned. After fighting with Han Zhi for a few times, he already knew that Han Zhi might be injured. Seeing that he looked not good, he subconsciously wanted to support him.

Raindrops fell obliquely. It was Chi Changyuan who mobilized his divine power and hit Han Zhi, splashing tiny pieces of blood.

This is the water-condensing blade method of the Water Condensation Technique. The falling rain is like a blade, and Han Zhi at this moment is no less than being tortured to death.

He didn't want to get entangled with Han Zhi anymore at the moment, he just wanted to end the battle quickly. If anything happened, he would just take them back and everything would be resolved. The long sword stabbed straight at Han Zhi's left shoulder, trying to penetrate his scapula so that he would not be able to fight back.

But when Han Zhi saw him stabbing towards him, he smiled inexplicably. He swayed slightly and did not avoid Chi Changyuan's sword. Instead, he took the initiative to aim his left chest at the blade. Chi Changyuan's pupils dilated, and when he realized what Han Zhi wanted to do, the water sword in his hand had already pierced Han Zhi's heart.

"No……"

He didn't expect Han Zhi to charge at him. This time his sword didn't miss and went straight through Han Zhi's heart.

He is not God.

This was Chi Changyuan’s first thought.

If it weren't for God, Han Zhi would die.

This was Chi Changyuan’s second thought.

The blood dyed Han Zhi's white clothes red. Han Zhi held Chi Changyuan's sword tightly in both hands, his eyes full of pleasure.

So this is what death feels like: your strength seems to disappear bit by bit, your body gradually loses feeling, and your whole body starts to become cold.

Blood was oozing from the corners of his mouth as he stared at Chi Changyuan. Since he was destined to die, he might as well choose a way of death that would leave a lasting impression on Chi Changyuan.

He wanted him to never forget him.

The hand holding the sword did not move. He had never been so happy. After so many years, there was finally something he could decide on his own.

Chi Changyuan also did not move. He did not even dare to change the water sword back. He was afraid that any casual movement would aggravate Han Zhi's injuries.

Even though he knew in his heart that Han Zhi, whose heart was stabbed, had no chance of survival.

"Han Zhi..."

Chi Changyuan's voice was trembling, and he was more terrified than ever of what would happen next.

"Han Zhi... I don't blame you anymore, please don't..."

Before he could finish his words, Han Zhi drew his sword.

"It doesn't matter anymore." Han Zhi said, his face covered in blood, his voice erratic: "If possible, please help me take care of Lan Lan and the others."

His body was gradually dissipating, and his fingertips began to turn into little bits of golden powder, which gradually floated into the air.

It turns out that a being like him won't even leave behind a body after death.

When Jiang Mo arrived, he saw Han Zhi turning into golden light.

The golden powder dissipated in the air, and the heaven and earth took back the gift they had given him, completely erasing this existence that was unacceptable to the world and contrary to the principles of yin and yang.

His death was silent and left no trace in the world.

"Your Highness..."

He suddenly didn't dare to look at Chi Changyuan. As one of Chi Changyuan's closest people, he knew the position of Han Zhi in his heart better than Chi Changyuan himself.