Chapter 60 The Immortal is Dead She slept very well.

After a long day of work, Qiu Ce returned to his newly purchased house and removed the disguise from his face.

He didn't know how Shen Zhou did it, but the scars from that day remained on his handsome face, making him reluctant to go out lately.

Qiu Ce wearily wiped his face, pushed open the door, and went inside.

He was taken aback for a moment, because the window had been closed before he left, but now it was open and cold air was blowing in.

He was immediately startled.

In the deepest part of his room, by the wall where his calligraphy hung, stood a dark figure, who had been there for who knows how long.

It was obvious that, apart from the Demon King Yunxing, only one other person could easily break into his residence.

He took a deep breath and said stiffly, "Why are you here again?"

Shen Zhou turned his back to him, seemingly looking at the words on the wall, and asked in a low voice, "How many people know about the lantern festival?"

So they weren't there to beat him up after all.

Qiu Ce quietly let out a breath and pondered before replying, "The higher-ups of the Immortal Alliance are probably a dozen or so people."

Shen Zhou said, "Call them over."

Qiu Ce glared at him: "You want me to aid and abet evil? What do you take me for?!"

thump!

His legs moved uncontrollably, causing him to kneel down and kowtow.

Shen Zhou didn't move a finger; he lay on the ground like a dog.

"Even if I treat you like a dog, you'll have to kneel down and bark, understand?"

Qiu Ce became honest: "...Understood."

As soon as the pressure on him eased, he hurriedly scrambled out the door.

After a while, Qiu Ce returned with his men. Fortunately, his room was spacious, otherwise it would have been crowded with so many people.

"Sword Master, who is this distinguished guest?" one of them asked, looking at Shen Zhou's retreating figure.

Qiu Ce was initially flustered, but seeing how foolish these guys were, he immediately calmed down.

I never expected there would be someone even more clueless than him.

Shen Zhou, who had been standing in the shadows, turned around and stepped out with his hands behind his back. He did not use any disguise techniques; his features emerged from the darkness, and his calm, dark eyes swept over everyone present.

The man who had spoken earlier asked again, "Why don't you speak?"

They didn't know Shen Zhou, because almost everyone who had seen him was dead. The only one who knew the truth, Qiu Ce, remained silent and watched them court death.

Shen Zhou said, "Besides you, who else knows Hua Deng, the personal disciple of the Yaoqing Sect Master?"

The man was initially very dissatisfied with his attitude, but his mouth wouldn't listen, and he blurted out, "No, the Hehuan Sacred Body is so precious, how can we let others know? Of course, it's just the few of us."

Shen Zhou nodded slightly and said, "Forget about her."

Everyone was stunned, their minds inexplicably blank, and the cold voice echoed in their minds.

"There is no such thing as the Sacred Body of Union in this world. There was no such thing before, and there never will be. Anyone who seeks the Sacred Body of Union is a heretical and demonic cultivator and must be killed."

Everyone agreed.

Qiu Ce was horrified.

Although the people he summoned were not as powerful as him, they were still renowned experts in the Immortal Alliance. Yet, in the blink of an eye, they became puppets in Shen Zhou's hands.

Even Qiu Ce couldn't fathom just how many people he could control.

"roll."

As soon as Shen Zhou finished speaking, everyone scattered, and the room returned to silence. Qiu Ce nervously swallowed.

He really wanted to leave too.

Unfortunately, Shen Zhou didn't give him that chance. Instead, he looked over and said, "Tell me everything about Pei Jianming."

Qiu Ce: "Huh?"

Shen Zhou: "Speak."

He needed to solve the problem of something beyond the laws of heaven and earth. He couldn't use Hua Deng as an experiment, because Su Yiqing would be heartbroken if she died. So he had no choice but to start with Pei Jianming.

...

Hua Deng was sitting at the table, flipping through documents.

She finds it easy to look at things; she just lets the system scan them.

As requested, Crescent Moon and Full Moon delivered a large pile of books, all of which were historical records from ten thousand years ago.

The system quickly located Chen Xi's location.

The book states that she was one of the most outstanding disciples in the history of the Heavenly Mandate Sect, becoming an elder at a young age.

However, as a weapon cultivator, she did not have any outstanding achievements. The reason she was recorded and passed down for thousands of years is because she did something great at the last moment of her life.

After the Dharma-ending Age, no one ascended to heaven, but there was a powerful being at the peak of the Tribulation Transcending stage who came infinitely close to the Heavenly Dao.

On the day he perished in the tribulation of ascension, he left behind a final message, which was not tolerated by the Heavenly Dao and was scattered throughout the mortal world.

Chen Xi used three jade slips to decipher the last sentence engraved in the Heavenly Tribulation: "The immortal is dead, and the Heavenly Way is flawed."

In the years that followed, these eight words were repeatedly proven true, and more and more people chose to give up the search for the ladder to immortality, thus bringing an end to the most frenzied era of cultivators.

But these are not the things that Hua Deng cares about most.

What she cared about was that one of the ancient books recorded that Chen Xi was once the head of the Yin family and Yin Zejing's Daoist partner.

She remembered the boy in blue she had seen in Shen Zhou's fragmented memories that day.

He was full of vigor and had superb swordsmanship.

In other words, what she heard Shen Zhou call out was actually "Zejing"... Yuanhe Sword Immortal Yin Zejing!

Legendary cultivators at the Tribulation Transcending stage, heroes who tore apart the lightning tribulation.

Hua Deng worked even harder, flipping through all the books to read.

However, she couldn't find any trace of Shen Zhou in any of the books.

Chen Xi doesn't have an older brother named Shen Zhou, and Yin Zejing doesn't have a friend named Shen Zhou either.

Did he destroy the records about himself? Hua Deng couldn't figure out how he did it, but he always had a way.

Just then, there was a noise at the door.

Hua Deng immediately packed all the letters and threw them into her Qiankun Ring. With lightning speed, she ran to her bed, pulled up the covers, closed her eyes, and pretended to be asleep.

The next second, a hand reached out and quickly pulled down the bed curtains, after which there was no more movement.

She doesn't want to pay any attention to Chen Zhou!

The door creaked open and then closed softly. Chen Zhou's footsteps were very light. He stopped halfway down, as if he were placing something on the table, making a dull thud.

The streetlights stood firm, their ears perked up, and remained motionless.

His voice came from outside, seemingly unaware that she was angry, and asked, "Want something to eat?"

Hua Deng replied with considerable backbone: "I won't eat!"

Shen Zhou calmly said, "We don't need to eat the Zhu Luo fruit."

Suddenly, Hua Deng, who was dying, sat up in shock.

"Crimson Fruit? Where did you get it? Isn't it only found in the Demon Realm?"

She felt that Shen Zhou was probably lying to her again.

But he stood beside the bed, lifting the bed curtains with one finger so she could clearly see what was on the table. It was indeed a bag full of jujubes, and of very good quality.

Just looking at it makes your mouth water.

Hua Deng: "..."

Shen Zhou: "If you don't want to eat it, I'll sell it."

Hua Deng: "You dare!"

She immediately jumped down, ran to the table, and fiercely protected everything in her arms, as if afraid he would lay a hand on her.

Shen Zhou slowly sat down at the table and gestured with his chin towards her: "I wouldn't dare, so hurry up and eat."

Even without him saying anything, Hua Deng had already started eating.

Zhu Luo fruit, also known as red brocade fruit, is a bright red lump with a smooth, sweet taste and a delightful aroma. Hua Deng tasted it once and considered it her lifelong favorite.

Unfortunately, this creature is produced in very small quantities and only grows in the Demon Realm. Even the Hua family cannot buy many of it in a year.

"Where did you get this?" Hua Deng was eating happily, and some juice got on her face. Chen Zhou leaned down slightly to wipe it off for her.

"I picked it in the Demon Realm." He withdrew his hand, rubbing his fingertips together without changing his expression. "I went to the Demon Realm to gather materials for refining weapons, and I happened to see it while passing by."

Hua Deng's eyes sparkled: "And then you remembered that I mentioned before that I like to eat jujubes?"

Shen Zhou said, "Have you mentioned it?"

"???" Hua Deng puffed out his cheeks. "Of course I mentioned it! I've mentioned it several times!"

A smile crossed Shen Zhou's face: "Alright, then let's mention it."

Hua Deng glanced at him sideways, too lazy to argue, as long as it tasted good.

However, it was so delicious that if she ate any more, she would have to forgive Shen Zhou prematurely.

Damn it, she's so cunning, she just won't stop.

Fifteen minutes later, Hua Deng had cleaned up all the fruit.

She wiped her mouth, using a cleansing spell to remove all traces, and coughed casually, "The taste was so-so, what are we having for dinner tonight?"

Shen Zhou seemed to have been prepared for her sudden change of heart. With a flick of his wrist, he produced a food box from who-knows-where.

Open the lid, push it forward, and a fragrant aroma immediately wafts out.

“These are all your favorite foods,” he said casually.

I sat up straight under the bright lights, telling myself to just sneak a peek.

Um……

Braised duck with soy sauce, Dongpo pork, crab roe soup, peanut pudding, steamed sweet pastry... these are all her favorite foods.

Hua Deng solemnly picked up his chopsticks and began to eat with gusto.

Soon, she couldn't keep her composure any longer.

Wow, this is so delicious!

Hua Deng suspected that he had someone specially make it, because ordinary restaurants could not possibly have such a delicious flavor.

Shen Zhou leaned back in his chair, watching her with a leisurely air.

It seems that no matter what she says, he can conjure it up.

The city lights are racking their brains.

She remembered reading a post in her past life titled "What to do if your boyfriend is too amazing".

The replies below were all the same: In what aspect are they good? [Let me see]

Hua Deng felt that her boyfriend seemed to be quite capable in every aspect.

This worried her a lot.

Seeing her deep in thought, Chen Zhou picked up a strand of her hair: "Don't you have anything you want to ask me?"

Hua Deng feigned ignorance: "What do you mean?"

Shen Zhou gave a half-smile: "You'd rather ask Jin Ze than me?"

Hua Deng felt wronged and complained, "I asked you before, but you didn't tell me."

Shen Zhou said, "You know, that was before."

She deliberately asked, "Is there anything different between before and now?"

Shen Zhou remained silent.

He kissed me.

His actions were so natural that Hua Deng didn't even think to refuse. By the time she was drowsy and carried to the bed, it was already too late.

However, he did nothing else but let his primordial spirit enter her sea of ​​consciousness.

The streetlights welcomed him as always.

Their primordial spirits merged, becoming one.

He was telling her.

Of course they are different.

The emotions within the primordial spirit are more real than any words, more direct, and less likely to be faked.

Then Hua Deng understood that he would answer whatever she asked.

She put her arms around his neck and whispered, "I want to go to the Sword Immortal's Tomb."

"I know, I'll go with you."

"Yin Zejing...is he your friend?"

"Yes, we're friends through thick and thin."

Hua Deng thought that if her friend were buried there, she would be very sad, but Chen Zhou didn't seem to be.

This thought was probably conveyed through their spiritual connection. Shen Zhou pinched the back of her neck and said with a smile:

"There's no corpse in that tomb, only a broken sword and some magical artifacts he once collected. You can go in and take a look, and take whatever you like."

Hua Deng: "...This isn't a good idea."

Shen Zhou: "It's alright, he's dead."

Hua Deng: "..." If you say that again, I'm really tempted!

This spiritual connection was very gentle. So gentle that she forgot her decision to be angry and nestled comfortably against him.

Shen Zhou gently patted her back, as if coaxing a child to sleep.

This shouldn't be something taught in books, the thought flashed through Hua Deng's mind.

He would sometimes do things that surprised her, such as remembering the foods she liked to eat, even if she had only eaten them once in front of him.

He would also help her strengthen her magical artifacts from time to time. Last time, she accidentally took out the magical artifacts in her Qiankun Ring and saw that most of the defensive magical artifacts had been tempered and were more effective than before.

He also made improvements to the Sanqing Powder in places she couldn't see, so she wouldn't feel any discomfort tonight and could sleep soundly.

Did his family teach him these things? Or was he born this way?

With a vague thought, Hua Deng fell asleep.

Spiritual communion inevitably involves seeing each other's memories. But tonight, what Hua Deng saw was different.

She no longer saw any bloodshed; all she saw were beautiful scenes.

Little Chen Zhou was holding his two-year-old sister, sitting under the locust tree outside the courtyard to cool off.

He was nestled in his father's arms, fast asleep, his hands tightly gripping a wooden sword.

And his swordsmanship training at the Heavenly Destiny Sect, his fight with Yin Zejing whose cultivation was suppressed, the two of them did not pay attention to stopping when they were about to strike, and always ended up with injuries, and then drank wine to relieve the pain.

Chen Xi would sometimes come to visit them, but he never participated. He would just sit alone on one side and leave quietly after a while.

Ten years after leaving the Heavenly Destiny Sect, he received wedding invitations from both Chen Xi and Yin Zejing.

One letter read: "Brother, I'm getting married. Will you come to see me?"

Another letter read: "Ah Zhou, this is an invitation. I knew you would come!"

Shen Zhou probably had a brief moment of doubt.

Because he knew his sister well, he knew she could never fall in love with someone.

However, he said nothing, but replied with a short letter—

"I have received the invitation, and I will attend the banquet if all goes well. I wish you all well."

Throughout the entire night, all the fragments of memories seen by the city lights could be described as joyful.

Those memories, like petals swept away by the wind, occasionally flitted through her mind, leaving behind only pleasant feelings.

She slept very well.