Chapter 59 The End (Part 1) The past is too painful to recall…
At dawn, the sky was still dark.
The sun was slow to appear, only casting a hazy glow through the clouds in the east.
Lead-gray clouds hung low over the distant mountain ridges, and the mountain wind began to stir restlessly.
Yao Guang had already left the courtyard. Tian Lang sat alone for a while, gazing at the scene that seemed to be brewing a storm.
He didn't know how much time had passed, until he smelled the earthy scent in the air, before he set off for Yu Xijun's residence.
Yu Xijun also has a room in Xibao, but according to Yaoguang, the situation has been tense recently, and Yu Xijun has not dared to stay in Xibao for a long time, fearing that Xi Ling will go crazy again.
Sirius moved with incredible speed, like a shadowy figure, heading straight for Yu Xijun's residence.
Today is the fifteenth, and according to plan, Yu Xijun is preparing to head to Xibao.
A faint rumble of thunder came from the distant sky, like a giant beast turning over in the depths of the clouds.
The entire morning was frozen in a tense, expectant atmosphere, as if everything in heaven and earth had held its breath.
Just then, Tianlang deliberately revealed a flaw, slowing down so that Yu Xijun, who had just stepped out, could see him.
Yu Xijun was shocked and clearly recognized the person in front of her as the "tomb raider" from before!
"It's you?!" she exclaimed in surprise, her body moving faster than her mind, she had already used her "Shadow Strike" technique to catch up with him!
Sirius deliberately turned back to look at her again, and even made a cutting motion.
Yu Xijun reacted quickly, misled by Tianlang, thinking that this petty tomb raider had stolen the Cloud Rainbow Scissors and was so brazenly coming to provoke them!
How could she not be furious?!
Moreover, the Cloud Rainbow Scissors are no longer just about Mei Zhiying's resurrection, but also about Yao Guang's life and whether Zhou Ziheng can die peacefully!
She had worked with Yaoguang for a long time and watched Zhou Ziheng grow up. She had developed some feelings for him and naturally hoped that everything would end peacefully.
"You little thief!! Stop right there—" Yu Xijun's initial instinctive reaction to chase after him had now given her a compelling reason to do so!
Seeing that Yu Xijun had taken the bait, Tianlang also began to get serious.
The Plum Blossom Manor's ancestral movement technique is swift and unpredictable. Even someone as skilled in light-body techniques as him has to take it seriously, otherwise, if he were to suffer an unexpected defeat, he would be ashamed before Yao Guang.
Before arriving, Tianlang had already determined the route. He knew he had to lead Yu Xijun towards the outskirts of the city to buy Yao Guang enough time.
Thinking this, he observed Yu Xijun's movements while heading out of the city.
Yu Xijun naturally saw through his intentions and had doubts in her heart.
—The other party's intentions were too obvious, which made her suspicious!
But as soon as he saw Yu Xijun slow down, Tianlang immediately made a cutting motion, even revealing a trace of colored thread!
Yu Xijun was like a fish caught on bait, gradually being lured away by Tianlang.
Inside the castle, the three heroes met separately, and as agreed, Xi Bingyi pointed out the location of the ice coffin to Huo Qin.
Huo Qin went to the East Garden alone, Zhou Ziheng went to the back mountain first, and Xi Bingyi went to the house to get the Cloud and Rainbow Scissors.
Zhou Ziheng got up very early, and thanks to the snow lotus, this was the first peaceful fifteenth day he had ever experienced.
There was no excruciating pain, no agonizing despair, only the calm that everything was coming to an end.
He took nothing with him except the mortal world that had been with him for many years, and headed to the back mountain of Xibao.
On the back mountain, the sky was gradually brightening, but a downpour was imminent, and the outlines were still blurry, as if they were melting.
The wind howled through the valley, and the entire plum grove seemed to wail.
When Zhou Ziheng arrived at the back mountain, Xi Ling had already been waiting for a long time.
He shed his gentle facade, revealing himself to be engulfed in madness.
Seeing Zhou Ziheng arrive as promised, Xi Ling sneered: "What brings you to the back mountain last night?"
Zhou Ziheng was too lazy to exchange pleasantries, so he simply got straight to the point: "What else could it be? Of course, it's for your wish, and for my soul."
Xi Ling's expression faded, and then he gave a short laugh.
"What? You've decided to sacrifice yourself so I can resurrect your lover?"
Zhou Ziheng was seething with anger, but his face remained strangely calm.
The air felt thick and sticky, like a wet felt blanket, pressing heavily on the skin.
In the humid air, Zhou Ziheng said first, "You're so persistent about a false legend, the truth of which is unknown?"
Xi Ling tilted her head, seemingly mocking his naiveté.
"Whether it's true or not, we'll find out by trying."
"Xiao Zhou, if you're trying to persuade me to let go today, let me tell you, there's absolutely no way!"
Xi Ling's expression was distorted, like a painting wet with rain, hazy and terrifying in such weather.
"Do you know how long I waited to revive Zhiying? Huo Yunfeng is my friend, I just couldn't bring myself to do it, I didn't want him to die. Do you know the torment I endured those years and those days?!"
"He became like this because of me and Mei Zhiying, how can I let his soul be annihilated?!"
"How much pain and inner turmoil I am in! My Zhiying, my friend, and Ning Hanshuang's tears, her flesh and blood—"
"Just when I was about to give up, you appeared!"
"A soul that has nothing to do with me, nothing to do with me, a pure soul..."
Xi Ling's eyes were bloodshot, his teeth were grinding, and even his facial muscles were twitching, making him look like a wild beast out of control.
The sinister laughter of his imagination echoed in his ears, merging with his own voice:
"This is simply a blessing from heaven! It's as if God himself is giving me a chance to bring my beloved back to life!!"
The clouds churned and surged across the sky, their edges occasionally illuminated by the unseen light of day, casting an eerie, morbid yellow hue.
A bolt of lightning illuminated the sky, like a giant python slithering across.
Amidst the booming thunder, raindrops began to fall.
First came a few drizzles, cool and sparse, falling silently into the mountains.
Soon, the rain intensified, weaving a boundless gray net that enveloped the entire mountain range in a misty, tearful veil.
Zhou Ziheng's hair was soaked by the rain, and he was completely drenched. Only his Red Dust sword shone brightly, like a beam of red light.
A light of anger and disappointment!
"Stubborn to the end... beyond redemption!!"
"Do you think you're being sentimental, which is why you're unwilling to kill Huo Yunfeng?!"
"No, no!!"
Zhou Ziheng mercilessly exposed Xi Ling's lie: "It's just because Mei Zhiying explicitly requested before she died that you were not allowed to kill Huo Yunfeng!"
"It's just that Huo Yunfeng's soul isn't rich and colorful enough to satisfy you!"
"You spout nonsense about benevolence and morality, about loyalty and righteousness, you despicable person..."
Before Zhou Ziheng could finish speaking, Xi Ling, enraged and embarrassed, rushed forward, trying to grab him by the throat and interrupt him!
Xi Ling's expression was frantic, his breathing heavy and disordered: "What do you know? This is all for Zhiying!"
His withered hand was right in front of him, but Zhou Ziheng stood still, not even bothering to pull away from the mortal world.
In the blink of an eye, just as Xi Ling was about to succeed, a broken sword pierced through the air and stood between life and death.
The butterflies fluttered, lifelike, their wings poised to take flight, like snow on a broken bridge, cleaving through the rain.
Following Liang Zhu, there is Xi Bingyi's cold gaze.
She stood firmly in front of Zhou Ziheng and her senior brother.
Xi Ling was somewhat stunned. His gaze first lingered on Liang Zhu, then slowly rose to meet Xi Bingyi's eyes.
His pupils contracted, and his voice was bitter: "Bingyi... what are you doing?"
Xi Bingyi said sarcastically, "Father, I'm afraid you'll go astray."
Xi Ling frowned and reached out, trying to push his daughter away, but he was old and his martial arts were no match for Xi Bingyi's. His fingers landed on Xi Bingyi's shoulder, but she didn't budge.
"Bingyi, this is none of your business. You should take your mother's belongings and leave first."
"It's none of my business?" Xi Bingyi put away Liang Zhu, wiped the water off the sword with her fingers, but still didn't move.
“Father, you are wrong. This is exactly what concerns me.”
"When my mother was dying, I was the only one by her side. In her last moments, she didn't even want to see you. Don't you want to know why?"
These words were like a sharp knife, piercing straight into Xi Ling's heart!
His face was contorted and twitching, and he was swaying in the wind and rain.
But the person in front of him was Xi Bingyi, his biological daughter, and the bloodline of him and Mei Zhiying.
So Xi Ling gritted her teeth and barely suppressed the hidden pain and anger in her heart.
His voice trembled in the rain: "Bingyi! How could you do this to me? I am your father!"
"I wish you weren't my father!!" Xi Bingyi gritted her teeth, tears streaming down her face.
Her voice choked with sobs: "I wish you weren't my father. I wouldn't be so timid and hesitant, even making my friends consider my feelings and dare not lay a hand on you!"
"I wish you weren't my father, so I wouldn't know that my own family member has such a despicable side!!"
Before he could finish speaking, Xi Ling had already raised his hand!
As the rain intensified, the thin veil between heaven and earth was suddenly torn apart.
The previously sparse dripping sounds merged into a continuous patter.
The raindrops were no longer a fine, drifting net, but transformed into countless silver threads, falling vertically and powerfully.
The rain is getting heavier.
Xi Ling's hand still didn't fall.
Old Plum Tree could no longer bear it; with each gust of wind, it shook off the rain-laden branches, trembling as if it could not withstand the weight.
The entire mountain succumbed to the increasingly urgent sound of the rain, turning into an inescapable, torrential lament.
The three people facing off were completely soaked.
In the East Garden, Huo Qin also encountered an unexpected person.
He waited for a long time in the East Garden as agreed, but neither Xi Ling nor Yu Xijun came. Just as he was wondering about this and decided to go to the back mountain, he was met by Zhang Yuanqian and Xu Yi.
Huo Qin frowned and looked behind the two of them.
Apart from those two, there was no one else.
"You two are looking for me?"
Xu Yi nodded, but didn't say what he wanted to see Huo Qin about. He and Zhang Yuanqian stood firmly in front of him, blocking his path.
Seeing Xu Yi's reaction, Huo Qin understood somewhat: "Zhou Ziheng sent you here? To stall me?"
Xu Yi remained silent, not daring to meet Huo Qin's gaze.
Sometimes silence is also an answer, and Huo Qin already understands.
He was somewhat angry, but he was still able to remain rational for the time being.
"What does this mean? What exactly is he trying to do?!"
Zhang Yuanqian explained helplessly, "I was asked to do this, so I really can't tell him. Anyway, nothing will happen to him, so why don't we just wait here?"
Huo Qin knew Zhou Ziheng too well; if he hadn't done something wrong, he certainly wouldn't have done this.
So when Zhang Yuanqian said "nothing will happen," he didn't believe him for a second!
He said no more, and his initial doubts instantly turned into urgency.
Huo Qin has already drawn his sword to convey the emperor's will!
He stood there with his sword in hand, his voice cold: "Neither of you are as skilled as me, and I don't want to make things difficult for you. Step aside, and I'm willing to spare your lives!"
Xu Yi remained silent, but slowly drew his Broken Goose Blade, thus making his stance clear!
...
On the back mountain, the situation took a sharp turn for the worse.
Even though Xi Bingyi refused to budge an inch and even tried to use family ties and love to bring Xi Ling back to her senses, it was all in vain.
When she spoke of family, Xi Ling hesitated for a moment, but when she talked about Mei Zhiying's last wish and love, he immediately became frantic.
Xi Ling said coldly, "Love? It is precisely for love that I will spare no effort to revive Zhiying!"
"Bingyi, since you insist on this, I will no longer consider our father-daughter relationship!"
Xi Bingyi sneered, wanting to say something more, but then she saw Xi Ling pull out a mirror-like object from his pocket and throw it at Zhou Ziheng!
In the midst of the turmoil, the mirror moved so fast that it illuminated Zhou Ziheng's entire face in an instant!
A flash of lightning struck the mirror, reflecting a pale white light.
Only then did Xi Bingyi see the mirror clearly—
"The Mirror of Past Lives?! Xi Ling, you're insane!!"
Boom—
A deafening clap of thunder rang out, and Zhou Ziheng and Xi Bingyi, caught completely off guard, could only watch helplessly as the Mirror of Past Lives reflected Ji Pingzhou's past.
...
"She's given birth! She's given birth! The lady has given birth!" In the dead of night, the midwife, her hands covered in blood, ran out to tell the people waiting outside the good news.
However, none of the five people in the Ji residence were in a good mood.
The second son of the Ji family glanced at his wife, but instead of asking about the newborn baby's condition, he asked the question that concerned him more:
"How is Madam now?"
The midwife looked somewhat embarrassed, her expression very serious: "Madam suffered severe bleeding during childbirth, and her condition is not optimistic. I suggest you find a doctor to treat her as soon as possible."
Upon hearing this, the previously serious expressions of the crowd relaxed somewhat.
The second wife of the Ji family quickly embraced the midwife and stuffed a silver ingot into her arms.
Throughout the entire ordeal, she never touched the midwife's bloody hands, seemingly out of some disgust.
"You've worked hard too. This is just a small token of our appreciation. Leave the rest to us."
The Ji family, as expected of wealthy merchants, was very generous, and the midwife was very satisfied with her payment.
She repeatedly urged, "Madam's condition is really bad, you really need to act quickly..."
Before she could finish speaking, the second madam pushed her out of the Ji residence, repeatedly assuring her, "Don't worry, it's just a human life, and besides, this is our mistress..."
Before she could finish speaking, the midwife was pushed out.
As Madam Ji the Second said, the one who is giving birth now is Madam Ji the First, the rightful mistress of the family. Moreover, the young master is the eldest grandson of the Ji family, and he is undoubtedly very much loved. There is really no need for her to worry.
However, no one in the Ji residence went to call for a doctor.
Ji Lao Er and his wife exchanged a glance and spoke first: "You both heard it, the First Madam gave birth to a boy."
The other members of the family nodded, their faces showing no joy whatsoever.
Ji Ningyuan's youngest son said, "This is the master's only grandson. If... I'm afraid we won't get a share of the family business."
Ji Ningyuan had a total of four sons and one daughter, but unfortunately none of them inherited his talent for business, and each of them achieved nothing.
Although the eldest son of the Ji family is dull-witted, he is obedient, has a loving relationship with his wife, and just gave birth to their eldest grandson today.
Just then, Ji Ningyuan's only daughter, the third daughter of the Ji family, said, "Father named this eldest grandson Ji Pingzhou, using his favorite poem as a name, which is enough to show how favored he will be in the future."
Ji Xiaosi sarcastically remarked, "They're already using the finest jade to make a jade pendant for him before he's even born. What will happen when he grows up?"
Inside the Ji family mansion, the eldest son of the Ji family was framed by his other siblings and was currently far away in another region, where he was presumed to be in grave danger.
Ji Lao Er smiled and said, "So what if I'm favored? After tonight, I'll just be an orphan without parents."
"At that point, won't we be able to do whatever we want with them?"
Ji Xiaosi, the most dissolute of the group, thought for a moment and teased, "Dad's health isn't good, we don't know how long he'll last."
But after he finished speaking, the others fell silent.
Ji Ningyuan has made it clear that as long as Ji Laoda has a son, he will take him under his wing and personally train him so that he can take over the Ji family business in the future.
Although the group had exhausted all their schemes and plots to kill Ji the Elder, and had no intention of seeking medical help for Ji the Elder's wife, Ji Pingzhou still needed foster parents—
So who will claim this coveted prize?
All their scheming is for the sake of fighting for the family business, isn't it? This fragile partnership is about to crumble so easily.
The group secretly sized each other up, each plotting how to impress Ji Ningyuan in order to gain custody of Ji Pingzhou.
Inside the house, Ji Pingzhou's mother was too weak to even open her eyes to look at him. She completely lost her vitality and passed away in the middle of the night.
The child's cries were loud and incessant, as if he had already foreseen his future.
Ji Laosan was eventually moved by the crying and sighed. She went inside and brought out the wrinkled newborn.
Before leaving, the midwife wrapped Ji Pingzhou in a blanket, keeping him warm at all.
While rocking the child, Ji Laosan gently coaxed, "Xiao Zhou, Xiao Zhou, don't cry..."
The other brothers, remembering that the child was just an infant whose parents had already died, and that they themselves were executioners, all looked away with some reluctance.
Only Ji Xiaosi remained calm. Seeing his sister holding Ji Pingzhou, he wanted to go over and tease her.
Instead of laughing at this teasing, Ji Pingzhou cried even harder.
Annoyed, Ji Xiaosi impatiently tossed the child back into Ji Laosan's arms and said speechlessly, "This is such a hassle. You guys take this hot potato. I really hate children."
Before the Ji family could even breathe a sigh of relief, the child's blanket came undone, and his little face turned blue from the cold.
Ji Laosan hurriedly went to wrap himself in the quilt, but at that moment he saw a lifelike white osmanthus flower on Ji Pingzhou's small arm.
The mark was so inconspicuous that if it weren't for Ji Laosan's sharp eyes, he probably wouldn't have noticed it.
However, this beautiful "birthmark" instantly made her change color!
Ji Laosan exclaimed in shock: "The curse of Zhegui! This child is cursed!!"
The entire Ji family had seen many fine things with Ji Ningyuan, so they naturally recognized what the Curse of the Laurel Blossom looked like.
After Ji Laosan shouted that, all the other brothers and sisters surrounded him.
They surrounded Ji Pingzhou completely. The child had no idea what was happening. Before he even opened his eyes, he felt the warmth that had been enveloping him being taken away, and a chill instantly rushed over him.
The baby cried incessantly, its heart-wrenching cries piercing the heart, but the Ji family members were only focused on the legendary curse of breaking the laurel wreath.
They examined Ji Pingzhou's arm from all angles, and even if they couldn't believe it, they had to admit that this was indeed the curse of champagne, a curse that hadn't even begun to take shape.
Ji Xiaosi was the first to laugh out loud. He was the one who had clearly stated that he did not want to raise Ji Pingzhou: "What did I tell you? Isn't this a hot potato?"
"Throughout history, apart from Huo Yunfeng, that extraordinary person, who was supported by Ning Hanshuang, Plum Blossom Manor, and Xibao, and thus lived past twenty, who else didn't die young?"
"You think you can win your father's favor by raising this brat? You're going to end up with nothing!"
Ji Xiaosi relentlessly satirized them, leaving the others speechless and unable to refute him.
Even the most ambitious of them all, Ji Lao Er, began to consider backing down: "Xiao Si has a point... Besides, Dad might not really like a grandson who is destined to die young..."
Ji Lao Er's wife secretly pinched him, as if she had a different opinion.
But Ji Laosan and his wife exchanged a glance and both saw the intention to give up in each other's eyes.
Before they could speak, they had already released their grip on Ji Pingzhou.
The tiny baby was left on the cold ground.
Ji Laosan pouted: "Brother, younger brother, no matter what you think, my wife and I will not argue anymore."
She paused, then continued, "Actually, whether we have a grandson or not, it wouldn't make any difference to us, would it?"
The only one with a different opinion, Sister-in-law Ji, paused, seemingly pondering the meaning behind Ji Laosan's words.
Seeing her wavering, Ji Laosan smiled and said, "Actually, it's still good for us. After all, our eldest brother and sister-in-law are dead, so the family business will eventually be divided equally among the three branches, not the four branches."
"Everyone is on the same starting line, and there's even one less competitor, which is good news overall."
After he said that, everyone's ambitions were quelled.
The matter was quelled by the lives of Ji Laoda, Ji Dasao, and even the young baby.
Their expressions softened, and suddenly they felt compassion and wondered about Ji Pingzhou's future.
Beneath his beast-like, disgusting face, a hint of exaggerated pity was revealed.
Ji Laosan was the first to suggest, "Why don't we let your father raise this child? He won't live much longer anyway."
After hearing her finish speaking, Ji Xiaosi immediately objected: "No, what if the old man goes bankrupt trying to cure him? If you ask me, to ensure everything goes smoothly, we should just throw him out and tell everyone that my sister-in-law died along with her unborn child, and neither of them survived."
Ji Lao Er shook his head: "No, throwing it out would be too much of a sin."
He said it was "a terrible thing" and opposed Ji Xiaosi's suggestion, but he also didn't want to hand Ji Pingzhou over to Ji Ningyuan to raise.
After his hypocritical reflections and effusive remarks, he stepped back and handed the floor to his wife.
Sister-in-law Ji said, "Let's leave it to Shengshan. Let's see what fate has in store for this child. Who knows, he might even make a name for himself."
Ji Laosan smiled.
She knew perfectly well that handing it over to the Holy Mountain was no different than throwing it away directly.
In recent years, Holy Mountain has been plagued by serious internal troubles. Lin Youbie's husband is a sickly man who seems to be nearing the end of his life, and her junior brother is ambitious and will betray Holy Mountain sooner or later, causing great trouble.
But Ji Laosan did not object. He also put on a hypocritical mask, pretending to be reluctant, worried, and compassionate, and easily decided Ji Pingzhou's life or death.
They pretended to be bodhisattvas, yet raised their knives against infants.
Everyone said in unison, "Alright, let's not delay, let's send it to the foot of the sacred mountain."
The poor baby, still in swaddling clothes, had never even seen his parents before being abandoned by his uncle and aunt.
...
At the foot of the sacred mountain, the desolation of winter spreads out.
Ji Laosan placed the sleeping Ji Pingzhou under a dead tree stump.
The distant mountains faded to a bluish-gray, like a faded ancient painting, their outlines appearing particularly sorrowful under the low-hanging sky.
She looked up at the mountaintop, intending to see if anyone was still there, but the fine snowflakes obscured her view and pressed down heavily.
I can't see anything.
Ji Laosan sighed, turned around and left without lingering, not even able to bear to take one last look at Ji Pingzhou.
The snow fell into Ji Pingzhou's swaddling clothes and melted into water.
The world was silent, except for the soundless falling snow.
Just then, Ji Pingzhou, who had been awakened by the cold, let out a heart-wrenching cry!
The child didn't know what was happening or what the future held; all he could do was cry out instinctively.
For several days in a row, he hadn't even had any breast milk, only a little water and a little porridge. Now he was suffering from hunger and cold.
Even worse, after being exposed to the cold for several days, Ji Pingzhou had started to develop a fever.
Fortunately, he caught Lin Youbie's attention as soon as he started howling.
As luck would have it, Xie Yun had also just developed a fever, and Lin Youbie had just returned to the Holy Mountain after getting medicine from the town.
She came to the tree stump and wondered why there was a baby there.
In his swaddling clothes, Ji Pingzhou tightly clutched a piece of jade in his hand.
Lin Youbie took it out and examined it. The jade was of excellent quality, and the three characters "Ji Pingzhou" were engraved on it. It was clearly made by an elder in the family, and the care put into it was evident in every detail.
But if they truly cared for the baby, why would they abandon him in the freezing cold?
Lin Youbie couldn't bear to watch a tiny life disappear before his eyes, and since there was no shortage of food on the sacred mountain, he simply took Ji Pingzhou back with him.
As soon as someone picked him up, Ji Pingzhou's crying subsided. Lin Youbie chuckled, "Little rascal."
...
Spring has passed and autumn has come, cold has come and heat has come, and Ji Pingzhou has grown into a dashing young man.
Over the years, Mount Sheng has been like a children's shelter, where Lin Youbie took in two troublemakers, Ji Pingzhou and Xi Bingyi, as his disciples.
Chaos and chaos are beyond description; Lin Youbie has lost a lot of hair because of these two devilish boys.
The weak, dying baby from back then is now being whipped wildly by Lin Youbie, jumping around like a mischievous monkey.
"Master, Master! I was wrong!" Ji Pingzhou cried out incoherently. Even though he ran all over the mountain, he could not escape Lin Youbie's grasp. He was covered in whip marks.
Xi Bingyi gloated from the side: "Senior brother, you deserve it! Who told you to insist on taking me into the water to catch fish!"
At this point, Ji Pingzhou got angry: "You were so happy when I invited you! Now you're complaining to Master and even lending Master the 'Ghost-Seeing' skill!!"
Just as Xi Bingyi put her hands on her hips, ready to argue with Ji Pingzhou, she felt a sinister and terrifying gaze directed at her.
She shrank back, then heard Lin Youbie's voice: "Bingyi, is what your senior brother said true?"
"This..." She shuffled her toes on the ground, but before she could speak, Lin Youbie lifted her up like a chick.
Lin Youbie knew her two disciples too well. As soon as Xi Bingyi made this little move, she knew that the other party was going to use the "Shadow of the Startling Beauty" to escape!
Lin Youbie was so angry that his head was throbbing. He was carrying Xi Bingyi while trying to grab Ji Pingzhou.
"Xiao Zhou! If you still want to enter the Sword Tomb, get back here!"
These words were more effective than anything else. In less than half a second, Ji Pingzhou obediently squatted down in front of Lin Youbie.
Ji Pingzhou lowered his head and admitted his mistake, no longer displaying his previous arrogance: "Master, I am willing to help you sweep the Holy Mountain for the rest of my life, to take care of you and your wife in your old age and see you off in your final days, and to be a good role model for my junior sister. Please, let me enter the Holy Mountain."
I rattled off a long string of words in one breath, almost making him die.
Lin Youbie laughed in anger. She placed Xi Bingyi next to Ji Pingzhou and flicked each of them on the forehead.
After tapping their heads, she sighed and gently patted the tops of both children's heads.
"Master doesn't ask for much, just that you live well and live a carefree and joyful life, okay?"
Just as Ji Pingzhou was about to get too cocky, Lin Youbie glared at him.
Lin Youbie continued, "Three days later, when your master's wife's health improves, the Sword Tomb can be reopened."
"Master has only one request: you must not bring them back to the mortal world, do you hear me?"
Ji Pingzhou's mind wandered to the heavens, where he only heard "The Sword Sect reopens" and "The mortal world".
He nodded vigorously: "Okay, I'll do whatever Master says!"
However, things didn't go as planned. Lin Youbie never expected that among so many weapons in the Sword Tomb, Ji Pingzhou would still choose the Red Dust Sword!
A buzzing sound suddenly rang out from the depths of the Sword Tomb, followed by a beam of red light shooting into the sky!
Under the red light, countless tiny sword shadows appeared in the sky above the sacred mountain, flying, colliding, and annihilating around the center of the red light.
At the brightest point of the light, the outline of a long sword could be vaguely seen floating within it. The sword itself was not yet visible, but its power had already swept across the heavens and the earth, carrying a kind of overwhelming and desolate grandeur that could annihilate the mortal world and overturn love and hate.
"The mortal world has come into existence..."
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Author's Note: My prediction was wrong; there's one more chapter to finish the story.
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