Tu Longjian gently touched it with his fingertips and heard one sound after another.
[My family was originally an orphanage, with only a widow and her daughter, and we were almost wiped out by our relatives. Fortunately, we were given the opportunity to attend a girls' school, and in the future, we might even be able to establish our own household. My family's livelihood was saved!]
My parents wanted me to marry into a family, but I was always resentful. Why should I have to leave my family and marry into someone else's household to suffer? They worried every day that their eldest daughter wouldn't get married, but now, I have a chance to enter the officialdom!
[I admire Minister Yun so much. I want to study diligently and become like her, assisting the future emperor.]
[I heard the Imperial Advisor is from a celestial sect. What kind of world is that? I really want to cultivate immortality! When I return after completing my studies, I want to be a legendary female knight-errant, punishing evil and upholding justice, hehe.]
[I never imagined farming was a skill. I've been good at farming since I was a child, and then I ended up in the Agricultural Department. It feels so good to be respected. I get paid for doing what I'm good at, and they even call me an expert. So this is what it feels like to be a person.]
The power of merit gathered into a huge ball of light, and just as it was about to be completed, an uninvited guest quietly arrived.
"Found it." The confident tone was icy cold, almost enough to plunge one into an ice cave instantly.
Before Tu Longjian could react, her body was already thrown back by those icy words. When she saw who was in front of her, her scalp tingled as if she were facing a formidable enemy, and she immediately ran away as fast as she could.
Yun Mo has come looking for us!
What Tu Longjian didn't know was that the accumulated merit caused a tremor in the heavens, a redistribution of fortune, and the fall of a star in the sky, which was replaced by a new star shining with purple light.
The massive amount of merit power acted as a marker, revealing her location, which was then caught by Yun Mo, who had escaped the chaotic void.
Tu Longjian fled in a disheveled state, but Yun Mo's speed was faster than anyone she had ever seen before. It was as if he had skipped the step of tearing through the void and appeared directly in front of her to intercept her. She didn't even have time to take out the array flag and activate the teleportation array.
To make matters worse, the Long Aotian Strategy System also appeared due to Gan Xiuming's downfall.
What did you do to the Chosen One?! Aaaaaaaah, you're insane!
"How dare you steal the destiny of the chosen one! It will come after you—" His furious tone was tinged with a hint of fear.
Tu Longjian had no time to pay attention and could only ignore the noisy sounds in her mind. She gritted her teeth and took out all her magical treasures to resist. Yun Mo's face was like a sculpture. He didn't even utter a sarcastic "overestimating yourself." He ruthlessly pierced through her chest with his five claws forming hooks.
Because of this fatal attack, the golden body of merit shattered just as it was about to be completed, and scattered aimlessly into the air as countless stars.
Tu Longjian's chest was ripped open, and brilliant spiritual power surged out and dissipated from the wound like shattered stars. His golden core shattered, and his cultivation level regressed from the Golden Core Sun Stage to the Foundation Establishment Star Stage, Foundation Establishment Moon Stage, Foundation Establishment Sun Stage, and then to Qi Induction.
As the last wisp of spiritual energy dissipated, she became a mortal!
Tu Longjian’s eyes reflected the blue sky where the purple star fell like a meteor. Her consciousness gradually sank into darkness, and the breath of death slowly enveloped her until she was completely lifeless!
The contract automatically expired, and Mingze, carrying the suppressed Netherworld Shadow on his back, was ejected from the contract space, collapsing to the ground. Staring in disbelief at his master, now dead in a blood-stained white robe, he was overcome with grief. Still not fully recovered, he picked up a plain sword and recklessly charged at the murderer before him.
When Mingze drew his sword, he never thought he could survive; he charged forward with the determination to die.
Unexpectedly, Yun Mo did not react to his attack at all. His figure instantly became ethereal, and he snatched away Tu Longjian's corpse.
Mingze stood bewildered between heaven and earth, the wind howling, and apart from the unconscious Mingying, he was the only one left in the world.
He felt a chill run through his body, and a bright red tinge crept up his eyes. A single, glistening tear rolled down and fell to the ground.
Mingze clenched his weak fist, feeling an intense resentment and hatred towards Mingying for the first time.
When he was framed by the split personality Mingying and sent to the abyss to suffer and cultivate, he did not blame his younger brother.
But the death of the woman before him made him desperately wish that he hadn't been framed and that he was still that powerful dragon, perhaps with a chance to save her.
Mingze stroking the dimming Sunset Banner, which sealed the Shadow of the Underworld, with heavy steps. Seeing that the untamed demon was about to awaken and could wreak havoc on the world, he gripped the ownerless Sunset Banner tightly, divine power overflowing from his brows to reinforce the seal.
Having been imprisoned by Canyangqi for several years, Mingze was extremely familiar with him. Moreover, due to Tu Longjian's connection, Canyangqi did not resist his control but sensibly continued to suppress him.
At this moment, each person and each flag reached a consensus: they would control the situation for their master and wait for her return.
Inside the Void Peak, the ever-burning lamp belonging to Tu Longjian suddenly went out. Yan Xiuzhu, who was recuperating, sensed the weakening of the restorative formation and stood silently before the dim, lifeless lamp.
*Pfft!* He bent over and spat out a mouthful of blood, kneeling on the ground, his face ashen.
Heaven had unexpectedly sought out and killed the young disciple.
Before he could ask for help, his natal flute, which he had tampered with, lost its ability to summon immediately; he had completely forgotten about it.
Thinking that the plot was still far from those terrifying moments, he took a chance, ignoring the pounding in his heart, and focused solely on suppressing his thoughts and controlling the wildly growing vines in his mind.
But before he knew it, the vines had grown into a dense canopy that blocked out the sky, enveloping his heart and now whipping it painfully.
Yan Xiuzhu was filled with remorse. Her usually gentle, self-possessed, and composed figure, like a bamboo shoot, was now disheveled and dejected on the ground, devoid of her former grace and elegance.
At this moment, he felt like a virtuous husband in a humble dwelling who had learned that his wife had died outside. He lost the gentle smile that always graced his lips, and felt a dull pain in his heart, like that of a widow.
When Song Liqing and Cong Anlan pushed open the door, they saw Yan Xiuzhu looking completely lost and disheveled.
They had no time to consider why their usually aloof and gentle master had become like this, because they too were gripped by immense panic and were not much better off than their master.
An Lan took a step back in disbelief, her eyes widening to their maximum size for the first time, just to see the broken ever-burning lamp clearly.
His eyes were fixed intently on the ever-burning lamp, a tear of blood streaming down his face. His once alluring fox-like eyes lost their luster, and his beautiful face twisted as if he had seen a ghost.
Song Liqing gritted his teeth and roared, "Who is it?! How dare they lay such a cruel hand on my junior sister!" His chest was burning with raging fire.
After saying that, he turned around and left with his sword, disappearing into the horizon at an extremely fast speed. He wanted to avenge his junior sister!
An Lan, who had been standing frozen in place, suddenly snapped to his senses when he saw his master Yan Xiuzhu's lips move. By the time he realized what his master had said, it was too late to stop him. His forward steps faltered, and he even shamefully felt a secret glimmer of hope.
Yan Xiuzhu spoke softly, "Tu Longjian, resurrected." His voice was light and airy, as if he had found relief.
It is the highest level of the art of words—the art of resurrection.
The price: self-sacrifice.
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