Chapter 70: Dead?
From pursing his lips to speaking, these subtle movements rapidly depleted all of the puppet's energy, rendering it unable to withstand any slight disturbance. From peripheral circulation to facial expression, it froze instantly.
Suddenly, Yao Jin's gaze froze in mid-air. Her eyelashes trembled violently, and she forcefully clenched her hand, which had been raised in mid-air, as if it were merely a gesture of weakness.
"I forgive you..."
What is forgiven is self-evident.
—From this moment on, all grudges and affections are wiped clean.
Immediately, Yao Jin's hand, which was raised in mid-air, suddenly fell.
This moment was so fast that it left no time to react, like a play that was just beginning to unfold and then abruptly ended.
With a thud, Meng Ji froze on the spot, the color draining from his handsome features. After a long time, almost as long as the passage of time, he slowly raised his fingertips and gently pushed her away, saying, "Madam, please, please stop."
But the person in his arms didn't react at all. Meng Ji chuckled softly in a hoarse voice and touched the other person's forehead with his own. "Madam, stop fooling around."
The sound was a little louder, as if that would wake the person in her arms.
But no, the body in her arms was all alone, and the temperature was dropping rapidly.
The icy chill emanating from Yao Jin's body was so intense that Meng Ji, who was holding her, began to tremble from head to toe. It was no less than being immersed in a freezing pool on a snowy day, but it was a coldness that even soaking in cold water could not describe.
Even so, the chaotic sounds around them did not stop for a moment: Leng Dandan's crazy laughter, the exclamations of the crowd, and cheers all blended together, eventually becoming an extremely noisy cacophony.
booming
It's hard to hear.
"Madam, please open your eyes..." Meng Ji leaned down and said gently, "Madam, please open your eyes and we'll stop making a fuss, okay?"
“It was my fault. I shouldn’t have gotten angry and treated you like that. I know I was wrong… I didn’t mean to upset you, and I don’t intend to marry anyone else. I will never marry her. I just… I just want you to pay more attention to me.”
"It's my fault, it's all my fault."
"Please open your eyes, please, I beg you..."
By the time they arrived, Meng Ji was sobbing uncontrollably. He rarely showed his emotions, and crying like this was unprecedented. Tears overwhelmed him, his eyelashes barely able to hold them.
Overwhelmed by emotion, he unconsciously tightened his arms, but the petrified body in his arms shattered into dust.
"No, no, no..." Meng Ji said "no" several times in a row, but he couldn't resist anything. A gust of wind suddenly blew, scattering some of the dust and debris. He chased after it in a sorry state.
But after a while, it was all in vain.
That was his wife's body, yet he could leave nothing behind. A subconscious refusal made his eyes twitch wildly, veins bulging from his eye sockets to his temples. "No, no, you can't just die like this. There must be a way, there must be a way..."
"Yes, find Chu Fengliu. He is the King of Medicine, he will definitely have a way."
As Meng Ji spoke, he began collecting the remaining dust, but an even stronger gust of wind suddenly arrived. He looked up, his eyes fixed intently on the culprit.
"Hahahaha." Leng Dandan burst into laughter, tears still streaming down her face, her expression a mixture of crying and laughter. "She's dead, she's finally dead."
The deadly golden hairpin was like a trophy, clutched tightly in her hand. She raised it high one moment and pointed it at Meng Ji the next. "Senior brother, my dear senior brother, wasn't it enough that she had been your wife for so long? Why did you still marry her!"
"You've married her twice, and you actually want to marry her twice?!"
Leng Dandan had gone mad to the point where she could no longer distinguish between reality and memories. Her immense hatred drove her to continuously mobilize her spiritual power, and the surging air currents under her hands blew Yao Jin's body powder away completely.
Instantly, dust filled the entire hall.
Meng Ji's face paled instantly, the veins around his eyes began to break one by one, and the capillaries left thin marks on his face, blurring his vision.
He stood up, his vision blurred, and suddenly shouted, "Shuanghua!"
With a whoosh, the silver sword flew through the air, the sound of it cutting through the air mixed with the whistling of the sword flashing past everyone's eyes.
The silver tip of the sword exuded a fierce aura.
Xu Jinan's face darkened immediately. "You rebellious disciple, what are you trying to do?!"
But it was too late. The whistling of the sword was like a signal of impending death, emanating indiscriminately from the center of Mengji. The golden light that rushed towards them enveloped everyone in a circle, then shrank smaller and smaller.
Xu Jinan's face immediately turned dark, and the surrounding elders were even more incredulous, "Do you want to massacre the entire family?"
Just a few steps away, Leng Dandan was also trapped in a circle of light. Her rationality returned instantly, "You want to kill me? You actually want to kill me?"
No one can face death calmly, at least not those present. Elder Chi's tall frame had never been so stretched out. He raised his hands and shouted at the other elders, "What are you all standing there for? Break the formation!"
The Heavenly Stems and Earthly Branches, the Five Elements and the Eight Trigrams—the elders used their powers together, and golden light immediately surged across the ground.
With the elders working together, breaking the formation is only a matter of time.
Meng Ji remained unmoved; his face was even expressionless, except for the twitching of his ears, which discerned his location from the cacophony of sounds.
He took a step forward, the tip of his sword pointing towards one of the spots, "Frosty Netherworld Nine Swords."
The cold voice was firm and measured, the sword light suddenly intensified, and along with the shrill female voice, Xu Jinan's heart-wrenching roar rang out. With a bang, blood mist splattered all around, and a thick bloody aura permeated the air.
People couldn't bear it and turned aside.
——
Three hundred years later
The storyteller slammed his gavel and, amidst cheers from the audience, began to recount the story: "In that battle a hundred years ago, not only did a genius emerge out of nowhere, but also a demon. More than a dozen Nascent Soul stage elders were no match for an unknown junior."
Some fanatical cultivators were unconvinced, "How can he not be famous? Immortal Lord Mengji's reputation has long spread throughout the Nine Netherworlds and Thirteen Voids. He is the only one in the world who has a chance of ascending."
The storyteller did not refute, but stroked his beard and smiled, "Of course, that's a story for later, but who could have imagined it back then?"
The storyteller shook his head and continued, "In any case, the fact that the eight major sects revered Buzhou Mountain from then on was unshakable. No matter how ruthless his methods were after taking office, he ultimately brought benefits to the world."
The struggles between sects are not matters for ordinary people, but for hundreds of years, the common people have no longer been troubled by demonic beasts, and those supernatural and bizarre events have stopped happening. Gradually, some people have begun to realize something is amiss:
Those high-ranking, revered monks actually needed the faith of mortals.
Even ordinary people could discern this, and the smaller sects realized it, secretly cursing their cunning: so this is how the major sects came to be.
"Why don't we do the same?" Chu Fengliu slapped his forehead, his once sparse black hair now completely gone. "Let's find a few demon lords to deliberately lose to us, and then our reputation will be established."
Yao Jin raised an eyebrow and cursed, "You idiot! I don't want to. We've finally had a few years of peace and quiet. Who wants to go and fight?"
Ignoring her striking features, Yao Jin now had only a delicate face, leaning back in her chair, her fingers curled and tapping the table absently.
The past is like fleeting clouds, and the days of love and hate have long since passed.
That person's figure will probably never be seen again in this lifetime...
However, when the storyteller mentioned that name again, the hand that was shaking gold couldn't help but pause for a moment.
A dark glint flashed in Chu Fengliu's eyes as he reached out and poured her a cup of tea. "Yes, yes, my dear lady. That man is a madman. It's best to avoid him if possible."
Over the years, Chu Fengliu also stayed out of the world, hiding in a secluded corner for over a hundred years, living in fear. Only after things calmed down and no one and nothing came looking for him did he come out to find Yaojin.
He vividly remembered the man's madness and thus failed to notice the storyteller's meaningful gaze.
With a slam of the gavel, the storyteller's eyes dimmed, and he transformed back into a commoner from the streets. "Speaking of Mount Buzhou, one must mention its most precious treasure of the immortal sects."
Over the years, news of the Immortal Sect's most precious treasure has leaked out. Although the Mirror of Origin is temporarily no different from a stone mirror, some people still have the desire to seize it. Among them are even former followers of the Demon King, who hope to obtain the mirror to resurrect the Demon King.
This might have been Yao Jin's wish in the past, but now, she put down her teacup, stood up, and said, "Let's go."
...
"You mean after so many sessions, there's not a single abnormality?" Elder Chi slammed his fist on the table in a fit of rage, looking at the newcomer.
The man who had rushed from the mortal realm was sweating profusely. He knew how much effort Elder Chi had wasted over the years of planning, but he had no choice but to reveal the worst possible outcome: "Perhaps that woman is already dead, otherwise such big news should have come out long ago."
They had no way of knowing the details from a hundred years ago, but it was not difficult to deduce from the clues that the demon and Yao Jin were very close.
Under immense pressure, the storyteller bowed and said, "If we can revive the Demon King, the Demon Realm will have the possibility of rivaling the Immortal Realm once again. This is something that all demons hope to see. These days I have been traveling around the human world and telling this story in various places. Even a stray cat should have heard it."
"If that woman is still alive, she will definitely come out."
"If he didn't come out, he really died."
Elder Chi immediately cursed him as a good-for-nothing, "Impossible! You must not have told us enough, not visited enough places, or provided enough detailed information. Go and tell us more!"
They couldn't even produce any evidence, only a weak assertion. The storyteller had run out of words from all those days of running around, and his initial enthusiasm was long gone.
He could only kneel on the ground, daring not to speak out, and said, "Yes."
Perhaps sensing his perfunctory attitude, Elder Chi patiently said, "This witch must come out. Only when she comes out will we have a chance to remove Meng Ji from the position of sect leader. Don't you want to live forever?"
This is the benefit that Elder Chi promised to a little spirit.
Since the matter concerned immortality, the storyteller was also intrigued. He stroked his beard and thought for a while, "I've always heard that the Immortal Lord loves his wife. I wonder what his wife's attitude is?"
Elder Chi recalled Yao Jin's words of forgiveness before her death and said with certainty, "She must have deeply loved Meng Ji."
The storyteller gave a meaningful "oh," and said, "Then why not do the opposite?"
After saying that, he leaned over and whispered a few words in Elder Chi's ear. Elder Chi's expression changed from gloomy to sunny, and the smile on his lips never faded.
After everyone left, Chi Yi emerged from the corner with a mournful face, "Father, Yao Jin is really dead."
"Can't you just let her go?"
"Bullshit! Meng Ji even chopped off my Three Flowers Gathering at the Top technique. How can I not avenge this!" Elder Chi had shown some respect in front of outsiders, but now that they were gone, his rant continued unabated. "Others might not be able to see through that puppet technique, but how could your old man possibly?"
"Do you think I'm stupid?!"
"She's not dead at all!"
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