Chapter 262 Entering the Game (Supplement) "I have to go."...

A huge crack appeared in the sky above the once pristine secret realm, tearing apart the clear sky and revealing the gray gloom beyond. The contrast between the two was chilling.

This turn of events was so sudden that no one had time to react.

Just as Qiu Tong was about to leap out on the phoenix fire, Bi Sheng's expression changed. He immediately formed a hand seal and made a spell. The white clouds in the sky suddenly turned into dark mist, which swept Qiu Tong into it like a whirlpool and then pulled her back sharply.

The mist fell from the sky like charred meteors, but the phoenix fire still burned in the dark fog, with a few wisps of rolling flames flying out.

Qiu Tong clung tightly to Feng Huo's neck, looking at the humming Tai'a sword in her hand. At this moment, she was in perfect harmony with the sword. Without hesitation, she stood up on the flames, her figure appearing and disappearing in the mist.

As everyone watched her draw her sword and slash horizontally, the power of the Tai'a sword was finally unleashed. A clear blue light flashed, and a hurricane arose, weakening the fog by five or six points and dispelling its oppressive force. She immediately rode the sword and flew upwards.

Blinding lightning danced around the crack like sharp silver needles, gradually stitching it shut. However, Qiu Tong had already fallen too low and was now far from the exit. She felt a chill in her heart, but still refused to give up.

Bi Sheng finally couldn't hold back any longer. She didn't even order anyone else to take action; instead, she flew forward herself.

The two were chasing each other in mid-air, while at the foot of the mountain, Zhang Chunhe, the only one who witnessed the whole thing, stood still. He looked at Wei Changzai quietly, his eyes showing neither disappointment nor blame.

It was more like a familiar routine, as if he had seen such scenes many times before.

He slowly closed his eyes and said, "Changzai, I thought you would make a different choice this time. I thought you would take action."

Wei Changzai knelt on the ground, her original peach-pink wedding dress now stained with blood, revealing a decadent and vibrant color. The jade hairpin in her black hair was askew, hanging precariously, while the rest of her hair fluttered as the two men looked at each other.

Wei Chang wiped the blood from the corner of his lips, his slightly hoarse voice carrying an unprecedented calmness and determination.

“Master, even without the sword bone, I can still break through to the next realm. I don’t need to kill anyone. I am still me, and my path does not need the foundation of flesh and blood.”

Zhang Chunhe remained unmoved. He simply watched as the blood dripped down, pooling between the two men and reflecting their distinctly different faces.

"You also heard my conversation with Qiu Tong just now. We are both reborn people, so a long time ago, I heard you say similar things, and I believed it. I believed that you had your own path, but what was the result?"

He was just a genius who became just another ordinary person.

If you do not cultivate the unity of heaven and man, do not let go of your emotions, and do not ascend to higher realms, your life will be just like mine, stopping at the realm of carefree wandering.

The cultivation world along the main road is a dog-eat-dog world. It's been separated for a short time now, so it's relatively peaceful. But what about the future?

What can the Free and Unfettered Realm do? They can't even defeat a Demon Lord.

Upon hearing his admission, Wei Changzai coughed a few times, then slowly stood up, supporting himself with the Lianyan Sword, and looked up at him.

"Master, do you think I resemble the 'Wei Changzai' you all know? Does my current description bear any resemblance to him?"

Zhang Chunhe's breathing became uneven. After a long pause, he finally spoke: "It doesn't seem like it."

Wei Changzai lowered his eyes and remained silent for a long time before letting out a soft laugh.

“A long time ago, so long ago that when you appeared in Youfang Town, in that bamboo forest outside the village, the first time you saw me, I knew that the person you were looking for was not me.”

When you saw me, you were actually a little disappointed.

I thought I had mistaken you for someone else, but to save my life, I didn't say anything. Later, I became certain that you were after me, but I never understood why the way you looked at me always seemed to be looking through me at someone else.

Now I know.

You all think I'm not like him.

Zhang Chunhe's gaze flickered slightly as he looked at him, the whisk hanging down fluttering and tangling in the wind, but he ultimately remained silent.

Wei Changzai continued, "If it doesn't resemble me, then so be it. I don't need to resemble anyone. But there is still one thing I don't understand. Qiu Tong said that I should have been born in Dongpingcang, so I went there and met another 'Wei Changzai'."

Zhang Chunhe's gaze sharpened: "What did you do?"

"..." Wei Changzai's lips moved slightly, but he still lowered his eyes. "I didn't do anything. I just took a look from afar. I just want to know if it was you who took me from Dongpingcang to Youfang Town back then."

Mist swirled in the air, creating a whistling sound. Qiu Tong's shouts and the sounds of weapons echoed as she fought Bi Sheng. It seemed like a long time had passed, but in reality, it was only a few moments before she was defeated.

Zhang Chunhe said frankly, "It's me."

Wei Changzai's body grew colder. He lowered his eyes to look at the still snow-white, shimmering sword. He wanted to grip it tightly, but he didn't know how to exert any force. His usually indifferent gaze became more and more human, yet also more and more confused and bewildered.

"Why? Do you know how I was raised in that little village in Youfang Town?"

His voice grew softer and softer: "I should have had a common name, Wei Jun, instead of a bastard."

Zhang Chunhe's gaze sharpened, and he looked at him with an inscrutable expression. He even took a step closer, smiled slightly, and asked, "Do you care about this name?"

Wei Changzai's hands suddenly clenched. He should feel ashamed and pained by this name, but he felt nothing.

Wei Changzai felt no shame, no pain, no resentment...

He will have nothing but numbness; all his emotions were gradually erased long ago after his birth.

Perhaps it's not that it doesn't exist, but that he simply can't understand it; indeed, his heart is filled with stagnant water.

Zhang Chunhe's gaze was complex, perhaps containing reluctance and guilt, but these feelings ultimately disappeared, revealing more satisfaction than anything else.

"Look, if you don't care, then why should I say anything more? The road has been paved for you, just keep walking. At the end of the road is the highest place, the highest place that belongs only to you."

"..."

A streak of purple light flashed, and Bi Sheng arrived with the wind and clouds, carrying the immobile Qiu Tong in his hand, and swiftly landed beside the two.

She stepped forward in a few strides, her face contorted with anger. She looked furious, and when she saw Wei Changzai covered in blood, her anger reached its peak. Her gaze toward Zhang Chunhe seemed to spit fire as she spoke sharply.

"You old scoundrel! Look what you've done!"

Zhang Chunhe remained silent, showing no fear. He even turned his gaze to the crack, where two figures silently squeezed in.

"We'll settle this matter with you later!"

Bi Sheng looked anxious and released Qiu Tong, holding her aside. Then, she took out a pill with an excellent appearance and forced Wei Changzai to swallow it. She then used her spiritual power to heal his injuries.

Within a few breaths, the bloodstain left by the Tai'a sword began to heal, and flesh grew back rapidly. Except for the hole in the cloth, everything was intact again.

Wei Chang coughed a few times, his dark eyes looking at her with a probing gaze. Bi Sheng, however, did not look back. After she had finished everything, she leaped into the air, her voice echoing throughout the entire secret realm.

"The auspicious hour is approaching, let the wedding banquet continue!"

At her stern rebuke, all the cult members who were pretending to be guests hurriedly returned to their places, the music and ceremonies began again, fireworks lit up the sky, and gardenias fell one after another.

Lin Feiran and her companion had already entered this secret realm. As this sentence spread, she was retrieving the golden needle that was as sharp as a hailstone.

She glanced down and saw two pink figures standing at the foot of the mountain, standing out against the fiery red maple leaves. They bowed to people at the foot of the mountain, then bent down to hold the red ribbons and stepped up step by step.

Gu Yu clicked her tongue repeatedly: "It looks like they're forcing us into marriage. Should we do anything about it?"

Lin Feiran encountered the figure hidden in the clouds and mist. She withdrew her gaze, neither saying she would intervene nor that she would ignore it. Instead, her eyes quickly searched the secret realm, finally landing on the back of the mountain, where a tall tower stood.

She put away the golden needles, released the yin-yang fish, and flew straight towards the highest tower in the secret realm, following its direction.

The tower was no longer a tower, but rather a large, collapsed ruin, with only a small portion remaining standing. Within that small portion, a series of extremely wide magic circles were drawn.

Within the magic circle lay a golden-white figure, seemingly asleep as usual, with his hands loosely draped over his shoulders and his expression even somewhat serene.

Not far from this magic circle, two groups of esoteric Buddhist monks were gathered. One group was supporting an old man, as if they were treating him, while the other group was cautiously patrolling the vicinity of Ru Xian, their faces filled with anger, as if they were confronting something.

As the group moved, they revealed the figure facing them—not a human, but a fox-like beast that had transformed to the height of a human.

With its blue eyes and fox-like body, it's undoubtedly a hot commodity.

It slowly moved beside Ruxie, its eyes warily fixed on the group of cultivators. It was no ordinary spirit beast and did not feel tired, but even on its body, which could not be cut by a knife or chisel, some slight scratches appeared.

One of the cultivators launched an attack, and purple lightning struck down like a steel blade. The heavy-duty man staggered back several steps, shielding his body from the lightning bolt, and was struck by it.

When Hanghuo is a spirit beast, it has almost no other offensive capabilities besides biting. In addition, it has to protect Ruxian, so it cannot be too far away. Therefore, it can only withstand every attack.

The standoff between the two sides is almost entirely a delaying tactic.

One side wants to stall for time and wear it down, while the other side is stalling for time, waiting for someone.

When it saw the dark figure appear, it finally couldn't help but back away and sit down next to Ru Xian. Its fierce aura subsided, and it let out two pitiful cries, showing its grievance.

"You little beast, you dare not roar now, do you?!"

"What a powerful creature! I'll train you to be my spirit beast!"

Everyone thought the stubborn fellow had finally given up and was overjoyed. They rushed forward, eager to vent their pent-up frustration, using all sorts of techniques.

In an instant, a red light appeared from nowhere and enveloped the man and the beast. The attacking magical artifact was also frozen in the red light, and was thus suspended in mid-air, unable to advance even an inch further.

After searching, everyone looked up and saw a red umbrella painted with golden spots hanging in the sky, sheltering the people below as if protecting them from the wind and rain.

Someone stared wide-eyed: "Lin, Lin..."

The next moment, a figure as dark as ink appeared under the red umbrella. She looked up, her clear eyes filled with coldness. She held her long sword horizontally in front of her and said nothing. She only exhaled a breath of cold air, and then lightning crackled across the slender blade, instantly splitting into six purple lightning and green swords.

"If you want to try it, then give it a shot."

She raised her hand, and the magical artifacts that had been frozen in the red light tightened as if they were being squeezed hard, even emitting a piercing creaking sound. The next moment, she suddenly released her hand, and the magical artifacts that had been frozen in place were all thrown back. She took this opportunity to draw her sword and charge forward.

The six thunder swords, like long snakes transforming into dragons, were unstoppable. Before the group could retrieve their magical artifacts, they had already reached their throats.

A cool breeze swept by, followed by a torrent of blood as figures fell to the ground.

Lin Feiran was already quite skilled, and having reached the Advanced Realm, dealing with the cult members was a piece of cake. The real opponent she needed to be careful of was the so-called Skywalker, who was surrounded by the crowd.

She glanced at Ru Xian to confirm that he had no external injuries, then raised her hand and brought her sword down. The tip of the sword pierced deeply into the magic array, like a needle piercing a sac. The next moment, the spiritual energy within the array leaked out from this point, and the array patterns visibly separated and disintegrated.

She wouldn't dare call herself a master when it comes to array formations, but she has achieved some success and can break them without much effort.

Lin Feiran's actions from beginning to end were so easy, fast, and decisive that it was truly astonishing. Not to mention that there were six lightning swords moving around him, with purple lightning and blue light reflected in his eyes. His momentum was overwhelming and terrifying!

"Old Chen, Old Chen!" Someone couldn't help but look behind them. "Can she still speak? Say just one more word, and that will freeze her in place!"

While everyone could certainly ask for help, distant water cannot quench immediate thirst. The Holy Maiden had already given orders that the most important thing today was to successfully hold the wedding banquet. Elder Chen's dispatch of them here was already a great help!

The number of people sent was indeed considerable, including some highly skilled cultivators. However, they had already been defeated in the previous battle against Ru Xian. The original plan was to leave these people here to clean up the mess, but who knew that such a killing god would appear halfway through!

The crowd couldn't help but place their hopes on Old Chen. Although they surrounded him completely, they left a gap when they turned to ask for help.

A narrow gap, just big enough for a pebble to pass through.

The hoarse voice was completely blocked, the throat bone was shattered, and the sound was forced back into the stomach.

Seizing the opportunity, Lin Feiran's feet flashed with lightning as she charged into the crowd like a thunderbolt. With a thud, a vortex arose, and sand and stones flew, obscuring the view. She pushed the crowd aside and swiftly took the string of beads in front of the old man.

She returned to Ru Xian's side through the mist and, as he had instructed, immediately inserted the golden needle into the three points where the heart and chest met. She pursed her lips and waited for a moment before finally hearing a soft gasp from Ru Xian's mouth.

Her shoulders and neck immediately relaxed.

"Like grazing, like grazing?"

The person in his arms did not react. The lumpy creature had already shrunk in size. It leaped onto Ruxie's chest, first rubbing against Lin Feiran's hand, and then making a digging motion.

She frowned: "Go find someone to treat me? Is it possible to cure me?"

The idiot nodded, then stuck out his tongue wearily, nudged Lin Feiran, and then walked to Ru Xian's wrist, where he transformed into a jade ring and put it back on, as if he were sleeping and resting.

"Thanks a lot."

Without further hesitation, Lin Feiran immediately picked up Ru Xian, spun around and stepped onto the top of the Golden Ripples Umbrella, retreating upwards amidst the flying sand and stones. The six Thunder Swords she left behind did not leave, but remained there to fight fiercely with the others.

A moment later, gasps and screams came from below, but Lin Feiran ignored them. After meeting up with Gu Yu, they went together to the place where the golden needles had been placed.

Gu Yu took out a drop of rain she had saved and said urgently, "It's good that you've saved them. There are too many experts here, and neither you nor I can handle them. Let's get out of here!"

The raindrop hung in mid-air. He was about to rush in with Lin Feiran when he saw her still standing in the same spot.

He exclaimed, "You silly goose, aren't you leaving? You don't want to get involved with those two getting married, do you? All the real experts are hiding there. How are you going to fight them?"

Lin Feiran handed Ru Xian to Gu Yu: "Senior, please find him the best medical practitioner. I will be back in a little while."

Gu Yu took the snowflakes, her face anxious: "Why do you insist on going?"

Lin Feiran raised his hand, and the Golden Wave Sword below flew into his palm swiftly, with a trace of blood still clinging to its blade.

"Because when Qiu Tong saw me, she was calling for help. When it's time to draw my sword, I won't stand idly by; I must go."

Since we have seen injustice, why should we be negligent in it?

Gu Yu sighed, "You are exactly the same as Ru Xian said."

As Xian once said, Lin Feiran is like someone who happens to pass by a swamp and finds someone trapped in it, so he must stop and pull them out.

It was troublesome for her companions because it meant stopping, but for those stuck in the mire, it was a great hope.

"For many people, Lin Feiran is hard to understand, and she doesn't need others to understand her. But everyone has a day when they get stuck in the mud. Countless people pass by in a hurry, but only she will stop."

Sometimes, stopping takes more courage than rushing past.

There will always be people like her in this world, people who walk such thorny paths.

To her, I couldn't think of any other way to refuse except by saying yes.

Gu Yu couldn't help but agree, and could only sigh as she took out another drop of rain: "I left here in a hurry and didn't bring much with me. This is all I have left. Please take it!"

"Okay." Lin Feiran raised her hand to accept it.

Gu Yu looked at her, and his gaze finally changed. He stopped calling her "Miss Lin" and instead called her "Lin Feiran".

"If the calamity of death is still upon him, I will temporarily take him into the city to hide. You must also be careful. Doing good is commendable, but preserving your life is the most important thing!"

After receiving Lin Feiran's permission, he also considered Ru Xian's injuries and did not linger any longer, immediately returning to Yuluo City via the raindrops.

Meanwhile, under Wei Changzai's control, Qiu Tong followed the mountain path forward. Along the way, Qiu Tong met many people, including her friends, elders, brothers and sisters, and even many clansmen who had served in the Fox King's Palace since childhood.

They were all guests at her wedding banquet in her previous life, and now they were here again, sitting in the same seats as in her previous life, saying the same blessings.

"May you two be of one mind, stay together forever, and walk hand in hand through the life destined for you."

"It is destiny."

"Destiny..."

"It's destiny!"

...

The word "destiny" echoed like a persistent sound transmission stone, relentlessly reaching their ears, almost like a curse, threatening to engulf the two of them.

Qiu Tong could only force a stiff smile and bow to thank her relatives and friends around her, but tears welled up in her eyes.

She thought, how absurd and ridiculous that, in this second life, her destiny is not to become a perfect match, but to become a stepping stone to enlightenment…

Wei Changzai, equally unable to resist, walked forward. As he crossed the threshold of the mansion with Qiu Tong, he seemed to sense something and looked to the side with almost all his might.

A figure in black was reflected in the wedding mirror at the gate of the mansion. His eyes flickered slightly, and his steps suddenly stopped.

But it was only one step; the next moment, he was forced to go inside.

Then, he heard a commotion and exclamations from behind, and the familiar sound of swords chiming.

Author's note: I revised it again and again, but I've decided to write it this way now. [heart emoji]