Chapter 90 Eliminating Evil: His Days After His Death.

The sky was already bright, but perhaps because this was another world, the sunlight always seemed a bit dazzling and awkward.

It seemed shrouded in a hazy, indistinct mist, like the twisted soul of someone who died unjustly and unwillingly, leaving one with an inexplicable sense of melancholy.

Mu Meng's hands were mechanical and icy cold, as if even her knuckles couldn't bend, stiff and unnatural—she could practically recite the letter from memory, yet she still kept reading it over and over again.

I read the content for the first time.

I checked the tone of voice a second time.

On the third reading, she seemed to see that tall, elegant, and gentle man, holding a pen in one hand, calmly and smiling as he wrote the letter.

With her face damp and cold, Mu Meng casually wiped it with her hand and then looked down at her letter.

Yet it remained unchanged, every sentence, every word, infinitely warm and gentle, as if he were whispering in her ear.

She was crying, but he didn't react at all.

Yes, the person who felt heartbroken and helpless at the sight of her tears is gone. He is forever frozen in this letter, smiling faintly, never again panicking or trying to comfort her when she cries.

That's good, at least his heart won't experience that excruciating pain again.

Mu Meng slowly looked up at the sky, her heart filled with bitterness and grievance: But she was confident, she was confident that he would never experience such heart-wrenching pain again in his life.

Mu Guicheng pursed his lips uneasily. He had only met this little niece twice, yet she was already so heartbroken. He felt a mix of emotions: "Mengmeng, if you're upset, go ahead and hit or yell at your third uncle. But believe me, I don't hate Heng'er, and I certainly didn't intentionally want him to die... It's my incompetence. If I had the qualifications to perform the sword sacrifice, I would never have let him bear this responsibility. Actually, I know he's a good child..."

Unable to continue, he lowered his head, picked up the longsword beside him, gently stroked the blade, and sighed, "Mengmeng, actually yesterday I did think about simply lying to you and telling you that this treasure does not exist or has been damaged. Perhaps you would have left disappointed, but at least you wouldn't have lost your lives."

"But after careful consideration, I really think... Although you didn't describe the situation outside in detail, Endless Cliff is a desolate and dangerous place. If you weren't desperate, you wouldn't have come here to borrow the sword."

Mu Meng remained silent. What wrong had his third uncle done? It was just a matter of sacrificing one person versus millions. Any member of the Celestial Clan who had sworn an oath to the Holy Ancestor would have made the same choice.

Her brother was a true man among men, a son of the Celestial Clan without a doubt.

Although she understood the reasoning, Mu Meng could only manage a weak smile, a truly forced one. She barely managed to twitch her lips before giving up: "Third Uncle, don't blame yourself. How can this be your fault?"

She has only herself to blame.

Offering oneself as a sacrifice to the sword—it turns out that the reason Uncle Three hesitated yesterday was because a member of the Celestial Clan was to offer himself as a sacrifice to the sword.

Mu Qingheng must have noticed this before she did, right?

It turned out that he was saying goodbye to her in his own way, but she was still unaware and peacefully nestled in his arms, fast asleep.

Mu Meng carefully folded the letter, smoothing out the slight creases at the edges, and tucked it into her bosom. Then, she wiped away the tears from her face with both hands.

Those bright, clear eyes, washed by tears, revealed a touch of innocence.

She smiled quickly, grabbing Mu Guicheng's hands as if grasping at a lifeline: "Third Uncle—Third Uncle, you saved my brother back then, right? Back then, when his soul was shattered and he fell from the Endless Cliff, you were able to bring him back to life. You're so amazing, you can definitely save him this time too, right?"

She spoke very quickly, her eyes shining with eagerness, her expression of trust suggesting that Mu Guicheng would never utter a single "no."

Mu Guicheng's eyes reddened, and he dared not look her in the eye: "Mengmeng, I'm sorry, it's all because Uncle San is incompetent. It's different. Back then, his body was still intact, and his shattered soul and fragmented spirit were all within him, but now... now..."

Now, he doesn't even have a body anymore.

All that Mu Qingheng left behind in this world, whether he went to heaven or earth, was the handwritten letter he held in his arms.

Mu Meng's expression was somewhat dazed. She understood all of this, but hearing Mu Guicheng admit that he was powerless to reverse the situation still felt like a heavy hammer had struck her heart, causing her unbearable pain.

He died twice, both times in such a horrific manner.

Mu Qingheng clutched his heart in a daze, wondering how he had endured each heart-wrenching pain—he himself was now feeling unbearable pain, while he, a man of such unyielding spirit, whose expression never changed even when bleeding and seriously injured, was being tormented by that pain to the point of wishing he were dead.

"I understand, Third Uncle. May I... go and take a look at the place where he performed the sword sacrifice?"

Her voice was a little hoarse. Yesterday she was a lovely and charming young girl, but today she seemed like a flower that had been battered by wind and rain, its petals scattered on the ground.

Mu Guicheng hesitated for a moment, but ultimately took her there anyway.

Standing on the edge of the deep pit, with the ground beneath his feet the same spot where Mu Qingheng had stood yesterday, Mu Meng gazed at the surging, scalding lava before him and remained silent for a very long time.

Finally, she gently raised her hand, took a strand of her dark, glossy hair that was half-draped behind her back, wrapped it around her fingertips, and brought it to her front.

With a flick of her delicate hand, a strand of black hair quietly fell into her palm. Mu Meng suppressed a sob, silently turning her hand over, watching her black hair fall quietly and melt away before touching the lava.

Mu Guicheng, standing to the side, couldn't bear it any longer and whispered, "Mengmeng, you need to be careful..."

"Third Uncle, I'm fine," Mu Meng smiled slowly and said in a low voice, "I won't give up. I still have an unfinished mission on my shoulders. It's my responsibility, my brother's responsibility, and our shared responsibility."

Overwhelmed with emotion, Mu Guicheng's eyes welled up with tears: "Are you leaving now?"

Mu Meng turned around gently and looked directly at Mu Guicheng, nodding slightly: "Third Uncle, I'm leaving now. Come with me. You've suffered too much in your life, you should go back and enjoy your life. Father misses you very much."

Mu Guicheng chuckled softly: "What a good boy... But never mind, Uncle San can't get out. Everyone else can easily come and go from this place except me, but Uncle San was the first to arrive here, so he's special. I opened up this world and have become one with it, but I can never get out again."

He yearned for freedom throughout his life, and loved the unrestrained life of wandering around, but in the end he was trapped in it, with only the way he came and no way back.

Otherwise, he wouldn't have been so angry with Mu Qingheng back then.

Mu Guicheng slowly bent down, his rough fingertips gently stroking the black sword blade. His expression was dejected, and there was a hint of barely perceptible regret deep in his eyes, but it was unclear what he was thinking.

Seeing that Mu Meng remained silent, with a deep sorrow in her eyes, he smiled and said, "Mengmeng, there's no need to be sad for your third uncle. In my life... I was able to see my eldest and second brothers' children with my own eyes in the end, so I really have no regrets."

Finally, Mu Meng reached out and grasped his old, withered hand. She held it tightly and said in a deep voice, "Third Uncle, don't worry, I will come to see you often in the future."

She glanced at the scorching red lava behind her.

She silently thought to herself: Brother, I will come to see you often.

After formally bidding farewell to Mu Guicheng, Mu Meng walked out, passing through the bamboo forest, gradually emerging from the light and entering the endless darkness.

The wind swirling beneath the Endless Cliff was still so cold, its biting chill seemingly freezing the blood. In a daze, the icy wind carried the whispered laughter of that day:

"Brother, don't you feel like Endless Cliff isn't so cold anymore?"

"It seems so. I'm glad you're not cold."

In the darkness, Mu Meng bit her lower lip. At that moment, it was probably the warmth of his body that gave her that illusion.

Endless Cliff is cold, it's cold from beginning to end.

...

Two weeks later.

The northern frontier wasteland of the human realm.

"Mu Meng, you've made remarkable progress in just a few days. You actually managed to find my hiding place and even dared to come to see me alone." The monster chuckled sinisterly as it looked her up and down, its eyes filled with disdain.

Mu Meng gripped the long sword in his hand and stared at him coldly.

With a spiritual artifact in hand, her power was no longer what it had been before. She hadn't been able to sense the monster's aura before because of the vast difference in their strength, but now, her spiritual power was on par with his, and his aura was no longer so weak as to be impossible to track.

The monster glanced at her with malice, "Where's your crippled, ugly brother? Isn't he supposed to be protecting you like crazy? Why didn't he come with you today?"

Mu Meng gripped the sword hilt tightly and chuckled, "He's preparing a victory banquet at home, waiting for me to take your blood back to offer as a sacrifice."

The monster was naturally not intimidated by Mu Meng's chilling tone. He glanced around and smiled as if he understood something, saying, "I know. I struck him with all my might in both the Cloud Realm and the Desolate Tomb. Logically, it should have been a fatal blow, but he was perfectly fine. We both climbed up from the bottom of the Endless Cliff, so there's no need for us to hide anything from each other."

"I guess he probably used the 'Life-Borrowing Spirit Technique' practiced with the poisonous flowers unique to the bottom of Endless Cliff, and he sought speed over stability. By now, he should be dead, with the red thread piercing his heart."

Mu Meng's patience ran out, and he sneered, "How could he die? But you'll have to pay with your life for what you just said!"

Before she finished speaking, her sword was already drawn. A cold light flashed at the tip of the black blade, and with a swift movement, she thrust it straight at the monster with overwhelming force!

The monster revealed a cold, venomous smile, completely disregarding Mu Meng's move. He effortlessly raised his hand, attempting to catch the sword tip with two fingers, but Mu Meng's sword flashed, actually sending it towards his fingertips—

The sword was as fast as a shooting star, and its power was as immense as thunder. By the time the monster realized something was wrong, it was too late. With a "poof," two of his fingers were sliced ​​off.

Mu Meng spun around with his feet and thrust back with his hand, his eyes gleaming with a chilling light that was even colder than the sword intent.

The monster finally roused itself, realizing it couldn't underestimate its opponent, and immediately dodged the sword.

"What kind of evil technique have you been practicing? How could a member of the Celestial Clan take such a crooked path?" Hua Guai cold-browed and shouted, his disbelief showing in his eyes despite his attempts to hide it.

Mu Meng ignored him, her eyes filled with bloodlust—if she had only wanted to kill the monster as soon as she saw it, hearing his words insulting Mu Qingheng, anger and hatred suddenly surged in her heart.

It was its brother who killed her in its past life.

It was it that trampled her people on the battlefield, yet pinned the blame on her brother.

It was this constant killing that plunged the six realms into chaos and bloodshed; if it weren't for that, my brother wouldn't have...

Hatred fueled by a surge of spiritual power, Mu Meng's eyes narrowed, and he swung his sword again. The monster, not daring to underestimate him, raised its hands, and several streams of black energy rose from the ground around it.

The black energy, like a ghost, rushed straight towards Mu Meng. Mu Meng neither dodged nor avoided it. His sword energy surged and shone with cold light. In an instant, he cut through four streams of black energy. The spiritual energy, which was once as sharp as a blade that could cut through iron, was as weak and brittle as cloth under this sword.

The monster's gaze was bone-chilling and cold. Its eyes flickered slightly, and it suddenly shot into the sky in an attempt to escape. Mu Meng sneered silently, and with a flick of her jade wrist, countless sword energies condensed into a vast net that blocked all of the monster's paths.

Unable to escape, the monster knew it had no choice but to fight desperately. In an instant, its eyes turned bloodshot with hatred, and it gritted its teeth as it charged toward Mu Meng. The light in its hand shone brightly, clearly indicating that it had gathered all its power into its palm for a desperate fight!

Mu Meng stood still, silently gripping the hilt of his sword.

Mengmeng, let's kill this monster together.

Brother, let's kill him together!

The sword was as cold as frost, its blue light suddenly turned, and its chilling aura was unstoppable. In an instant, the long sword slashed fiercely into the monster's chest, leaving a deep wound that revealed the bone!

The force was undiminished, and the monster staggered backward, crashing heavily into a tree trunk, where it lay on the ground unable to get up.

Mu Meng walked over step by step.

Back when he was causing trouble, she had already diligently studied how to completely eliminate the monsters, leaving him no chance to escape. Now, her knowledge was finally coming in handy.

The monster vomited mouthfuls of blood, then rolled over in a disheveled state, his face pale and his hair sticking messily to his cheek.

"Mengmeng..." He looked at Mu Meng walking towards him and called out softly.

He was covered in blood, his eyes were fragile yet tender, his face was exquisitely handsome, and the way he looked at her was filled with deep affection.

Mu Meng paused subconsciously.

She saw the man lying on the ground gently reach out his hand to her: "Mengmeng..."

Mu Meng seemed to realize what was happening and immediately quickened her pace to walk over.

Just as a glimmer of joy appeared in the eyes of the person on the ground, Mu Meng suddenly squatted down beside him and slapped him hard across the face without any politeness.

"You lowly thing, not even worthy of being called an animal! You fooled me once by impersonating him, do you think you can fool me a second time?"

"You owe me this slap, you shouldn't have forgotten it," Mu Meng's voice was as if it contained ice shards, chilling and gloomy, "Don't call me that and disgust me, you don't deserve to have the same appearance as him."

After saying that, Mu Meng raised his left hand and quickly conjured a spiritual spell to strike him. The spiritual light flickered, and the monster on the ground couldn't help but scream in agony, rolling and howling on the ground as if it were suffering great pain.

Soon, his body began to melt from his face, gradually turning into a pool of blood.

Silence returned, and it was over.

Mu Meng slowly lowered his hand.

It took her a while to realize what was happening. She looked down and carefully examined the long sword in her hand, then took out a clean silk handkerchief from her bosom and gently wiped away the bloodstains.

After wiping it clean, she gently stroked the sword with her slender white hands: "Brother, thank you for your hard work."

Don't worry, the evildoers are dead, and no one can disturb the peace of the world anymore.

Let's go home.

Mu Meng sheathed his sword, glanced at the bloodstains on the ground with disgust, and turned to leave. However, he had only taken a few steps when he suddenly stopped.

She slapped her forehead as if she had just remembered something, pulled an empty porcelain bottle from her bosom, and went back to collect some of the blood on the ground, muttering to herself, "Although the method was a bit disgusting..."

Mu Mengruan glared at the sword in her hand and said in a low voice, "It's all because of you. If you had told me honestly back then, I wouldn't be picking up this junk now."

She woke up at the desolate tomb and couldn't remember the past three or four days no matter what. At that time, Mu Qingheng was still Zhe Qing, and when she asked him, he gave her a perfunctory answer.

Later, she got angry with him unilaterally and couldn't get anything out of him, so she had to go back and ask Feng Xixue when she had time.

Feng Xixue never talked as much nonsense as him, and said directly: "Memories damaged by the Qi of the Monster can be recovered by taking the blood of the Monster, inserting it into the fingertip, and then using spiritual power to fuse it into the center of the forehead."

At this moment, Mu Meng couldn't wait to return to Kunlun Realm. He sat down on the spot, pricked his fingertip, dripped a drop of blood from the monster, and then spiritual power appeared in his palm. He gently raised his hand to his brow.

As the spiritual light gradually intensified, time seemed to freeze in the dark night.

Her world was filled with falling snow, cool and soft, refreshing and soothing.

Countless memories surged through my mind.

She remembered holding his mutilated hand, sobbing uncontrollably, while he whispered, "Don't cry, it breaks my heart to see you cry..."

She remembered her innocent and naive kiss, and how he embraced her tenderly, leaving her clothes damp and warm on her shoulders.

He murmured, "Mengmeng, I love you."

She remembered him kneeling down.

I remember him holding the dagger high above his head.

I remember taking the dagger and stabbing it into his heart and throat countless times.

She remembered the bright tenderness in his eyes:

"Mengmeng, don't be afraid anymore, come and take your revenge on me."

"I want to atone for my sins."

"Then just kill me, Mengmeng. Don't be soft on me, do whatever you want."

...

Mu Meng slowly opened her eyes.

She immediately turned her head to look at the silent, pitch-black longsword beside her.

She thought that if he were still here, he would surely be smiling gently and indulgently. Who knows what he might be thinking in his clever mind, or even apologize to her first.

If that's the case, she would immediately rush up to him, hit him, bite him, kick him, pinch him, and she would definitely curse at him!

"You idiot..." Mu Meng heard himself murmur to himself.

"You're hopelessly stupid... Who ever praised you for being intelligent and perceptive? You're truly unworthy of the title. What's so smart about you anyway?" Mu Meng asked the longsword opposite him in a low voice.

The longsword stood calmly.

"Anyone in this world is smarter than you. So why do I still miss you so much, even though you're so stupid...? Maybe I've inherited your foolishness and become incredibly stupid myself..."

The longsword was jet black and condensed.

"Brother, if we could do it all over again, I really want to go back to when you were young..."

I will take away the knife from your heart.

I will protect you as you grow up.

I will never let you get hurt, and I will never make you cry again.

"Brother, I really miss you. But I know your life has been full of hardships and struggles, and you must be exhausted. Since you're tired, please take a good rest. I will always be by your side."

The jet-black longsword stood silently. As the wind blew, a faint humming sound was heard, like a gentle and deep laugh.

...

...

The days after the monster's death became unusually peaceful.

In the past, most of the troubles, big or small, in various places were instigated by that monster. With his death, those minor troublemakers who couldn't cause any trouble also scattered like monkeys when the tree fell, and the six realms became much quieter.

Even though there was still some unrest, it was no longer a situation where the Celestial Clan was the only one in charge. Lu Zhaoxin was in charge of the Ghost Realm, and Yue Liutian ascended the throne as the Demon Emperor half a year later. From then on, the Celestial, Demon, and Ghost Realms joined forces to govern together, and for a time, peace and tranquility prevailed, and the world underwent a great transformation.

Mu Meng has been quite free lately.

The Celestial Clan's boundaries were originally more remote, while the Demon Realm and Ghost Realm were closer to the Human Realm and had a wider territory. Any minor disturbances were either handled by Lu Zhaoxin or resolved by Yue Liutian, and seven or eight out of ten times had nothing to do with the Celestial Clan.

Even when it was the Celestial Clan's turn to manage things, Mu Meng couldn't always be the one her sister sent, since there were many younger members who had just come of age and needed experience. As a result, life became much more peaceful.

Besides refining the Crimson Heart Pill, she had almost nothing else to do every day. In the beginning, everyone was extremely worried and took turns to stay with her and comfort her. Mu Luo and Yu Sheng even stayed with her for a long time. Everyone was worried that she would be too saddened by Mu Qingheng's death by sacrificing himself to the sword and would not take good care of herself.

Looking back on that time, Mu Meng still finds it both funny and absurd.

How could she not take good care of herself? Her brother was right beside her, watching over her. If she were too heartbroken, how could his spirit rest in peace?

Gradually, everyone understood Mu Meng's strength and composure, and they were no longer as worried as they had been at the beginning.

That day, Mu Meng was wiping his sword after his training when Lu Zhaoxin unexpectedly came over with a jar of wine.

She saw him and frowned: "Drinking again?"

"The evil spirits at Zixuan Ferry have finally been dealt with. I haven't slept for almost three days. I was passing by your place on my way back from there and I'm too tired to walk anymore. Come in and rest for a bit," Lu Zhaoxin said with a smile, but there was indeed some fatigue between his brows. He sat down next to her casually and patted the wine jar. "I bought this for myself. It's only enough for me. You... do you still want some?"

Mu Meng snorted twice: "You drink it yourself. So it turns out my brother didn't approve of me drinking."

"Oh, that's true, after all, they're still here watching." Lu Zhaoxin waved to the sword and gave a smile as a greeting.

Mu Meng chuckled to herself. In this world, the only person who would be willing to treat this sword as Mu Qingheng and greet her when they met was probably Lu Zhaoxin.

"Is that evil spirit at Zixuan Ferry so troublesome to deal with? I heard some news recently that its spiritual power isn't very strong. How did it exhaust you like this?" Seeing Lu Zhaoxin squinting his eyes and starting to drink, Mu Meng chatted with him.

Lu Zhaoxin chuckled, "Oh, don't even mention it. That ghost's spiritual power isn't high, but this is troublesome—he doesn't accept the cycle of reincarnation arranged by the ghost realm. This guy had a terrible life when he was alive. His pregnant wife was killed by a local bully. He wanted revenge but was outnumbered and beaten half to death. The bully then killed his entire family of fourteen in retaliation. He was filled with resentment and set a fire, burning himself and the bully's entire family to death. Unfortunately, that day was also a time of minor Yin energy, so he immediately became a vengeful ghost. Sigh... This kind of resentment is hard to dispel. A vengeful ghost that is wronged and has taken lives is the hardest to understand."

He pinched the bridge of his nose and shook his head as he concluded, "It can only be said that evil spirits don't become evil spirits for no reason. Although he committed evil deeds, his purpose was to attract the attention of the ghost realm and to resurrect his family... Sigh, there are too many complicated things involved here. I'm not going to talk about it anymore. Let's drink."

Mu Meng listened with one ear and the other, and when Lu Zhaoxin finished speaking, she suddenly blinked and gradually sat up straighter.

What are you doing?

Mu Meng looked at him thoughtfully, then pulled out a wine glass from somewhere: "Could you pour me some?"

"No problem at all," Lu Zhaoxin generously poured Mu Meng a glass.

Mu Meng stroked the rim of his wine glass, not in a hurry to drink. After thinking for a while, he said absentmindedly, "Zhao Xin, you reminded me. I suddenly thought of a question."

"ah?"

“You mean that monster? He already has such high spiritual power—oh, you've only met him twice and haven't fought him yet, so you might not know. His spiritual power is so high that it took my brother and me combined to barely defeat him. That's considered the pinnacle, and it was rare back then.”

"So you're saying that someone like him, who is absolutely unmatched in the world today, would still go to such lengths to steal my Crimson Heart Pill?"

That makes no sense.

For higher spiritual power? No need, he is already the strongest in the world.

For fame and fortune? But if he wanted to, he could get these things anytime without the Red Heart Pill.

For him, the Crimson Heart Pill was merely icing on the cake. There must be something irreplaceable besides spiritual power, something that only the Crimson Heart Pill could help him achieve his goal.

Mu Meng couldn't figure it out. He frowned for a long time, then tilted his head back and drank all the wine in his glass.

Lu Zhaoxin looked at her, pondered for a moment, and asked, "Mengmeng, why did you suddenly bring this up? Is it because you're worried that the monster might have some other tricks up its sleeve?"

"No, that's not it. That monster is completely dead, utterly dead. It's impossible for it to have any other tricks up its sleeve. I'm just a little curious, what exactly is so important to him about the Crimson Heart Pill? He's not stupid; he should know that going against me isn't easy."

Seeing that Mu Meng was only concerned about these things, Lu Zhaoxin waved his hand and chuckled, "That's his business. What does it matter what his purpose is? He's already lost and is dead. What's the use of thinking about these things anymore?"

Yes, it's useless. Whatever his purpose, it's probably just for doing bad things.

But for some reason, Mu Meng couldn't help but hold onto this thought—as if something vague was tugging at her, and she didn't even know what she was expecting.

She would probably be indifferent to any other person or thing.

However... the only special thing about it is that the monster was formed from Mu Qingheng's heart.

That's always different.

A moment later, Mu Meng put down his wine glass and made a decision: "That monster climbed up from the bottom of Endless Cliff. When he was thrown down, he was still a heart, but he came up looking like this. I have to go down and see what kind of fortune he encountered."

Lu Zhaoxin's eyes widened: "Wh...what?"

Mu Meng said casually, "I want to go down the Endless Cliff."