Chapter 80: The battle raged to save lives, and old friends met again.
The next day, I saw Xue Wen Gu.
It snowed again last night, and the snow in the city was thick. As usual, the people got up early to shovel snow, sweep the roads, dress their children in thick clothes, cover their ears and laugh, making noise and being quiet, and that's how they started their new day.
In the very center of this city, there is an extremely spacious mansion. It is not luxurious, but it carries an indescribable depth and pressure. That is the most famous place in the far north, and the surname that countless sword cultivators look up to—Wen Gu.
The mansion was quiet at this moment, with only the sound of wind and snow.
All the Wengu clan members and cultivators in the city stood around. Wen Guyou, Shangguan Ming, and even the seriously injured Murong Wanyu were all summoned by Wen Guhuaigui, who said that Wengu had been in turmoil recently and that he, as the clan leader, wanted to give them an explanation.
Strangely, Wen Guhuaiyuan and Wen Guyu were not there, nor were the Miao people who almost caused a scene in the city yesterday.
As snowflakes fell, they exchanged glances, unsure of what Wen Gu Huaigui was up to. Suddenly, the handsome and almost divine-like Second Young Master Wen Gu walked in from the doorway.
He was unusually less aggressive today, and the red dot between his eyebrows further highlighted his youthful innocence.
Under the silent gaze of everyone, Wen Gu Huaigui walked up the steps. Directly opposite the high platform was Wen Gu's ancestral hall, where lights burned eternally, representing the peerless sword cultivators who had emerged from the Wen Gu lineage for thousands of years.
At the highest point, there is an unnamed memorial tablet—Wen Gu Jianxian (Wen the Lonely Sword Immortal).
Unbeknownst to him, Wen Guhuai entered the ancestral hall. With unusual respect, he lit incense and paid homage to his ancestors, a smile playing on his lips.
As the incense ash fell, he looked up at the ancient, quiet memorial tablet of the sword immortal. Unbeknownst to anyone, he smiled eerily. Sword immortal, you have guarded Wen Gu for a thousand years. You must be tired now.
Behind him, a cultivator seemed to ask in a deep voice what Wen Gu Huaigui was trying to do, and a member of the Wen Gu clan also spoke up, addressing him as the clan head and warning him not to be disrespectful to him.
The wind and snow seemed to have intensified. Wen Guhuai walked out of the ancestral hall, a smile on his face, and said...
"Recently, there have been many rumors about me, Wen Gu. As the acting head of the family, I have specially invited you all here,"
"Explain one by one."
He spoke each word with a smile, and some perceptive cultivators sensed something was amiss, whispering among themselves. They felt that although Wen Guhuaigui seemed to have lost his evil aura today, he was even more terrifying.
Wen Guhuai smiled, speaking slowly, but his eyes were devoid of emotion.
"I, Wen Gu, accept responsibility for the auction of the Cloud Boat."
"The scabbard has a new owner, but the immortal sword has indeed been lost."
"The Shangguan family's extermination was entirely their own fault. Shangguan Ming, the daughter of the Shangguan family, caused trouble for me, Wen Gu, and I will not let her get away with it."
"Not only that, but over the years, Wen Gu has killed countless people in his quest for the path of ruthlessness."
"His disciples all have innocent blood on their hands, attempting to use it to prove their Dao."
"Today, I, Wen Gu Huai, announce to the entire land that snow has fallen in the far north, a testament to the Wen Gu clan."
"We will atone for our past sins with the lives of our entire clan."
"Since you have all come here today, you should also risk your lives for the destruction of Wen Gu."
"Be a witness."
The boy opened his arms, embracing the endless wind and snow. His crazy words, like the cold snowflakes, brushed against his ears and struck his heart. The surrounding cultivators had already begun to panic. Some shouted angrily, some fled quickly, and some directly attacked Wen Guhuaigui!
"Wen Guhuaigui! You've gone mad!"
"The Wengu clan has existed for a thousand years! How dare you! Where is Wengu Huaiyuan?!"
"We can't get out! The city walls are protected by a formation! It's an evil spirit!"
"Wen Guhuaigui! The lives of an entire city, such a sin—can you bear it all?!"
"Pfft—you..."
"Wen Gu...you..."
"Attack together!"
"It's no use! The formation has already been activated! There are tons of evil spirits and demons in the city!"
Countless curses, pleas, and cries of anguish filled the air, but Wen Guhuaigui simply stared blankly at the sky, watching the snowflakes fall. He reached out, as if trying to catch a snowflake.
Gently, the wind and snow carried the girl's voice to him.
“The lives of a city have been lost, and sins have been committed in vain. Why do you need to use atonement as an excuse?”
A clear and calm female voice rang out, and Wen Guhuai looked up in an instant—
Not far away, on the eaves, Hua Fan sat half-sitting, dressed in red. The girl had bright eyes and a slight smile on her lips. Amidst the phoenix snow, she looked leisurely with a touch of pride. Her slender hand rested on her knee, and she was playing with a memorial tablet—the memorial tablet of the nameless sword immortal.
“Ah Fan…”
Wen Guhuai's eyelashes trembled, and her heart pounded like a drum. The young man looked up at her in disbelief, his shock mixed with a flustered joy.
Hua Fan smiled as pure white snowflakes fell. The girl stood up, looked down at him, and said, "I don't understand the way of ruthlessness, but I do know the cycle of cause and effect, and that gratitude and resentment have their owners."
"Wen Guhuai, you owe me a life,"
"I've come to collect it today."
Her voice was calm yet tinged with murderous intent. Below, some cultivators watched this scene, and they seemed to have found a glimmer of hope, however small. Of course, some were also excited, shouting loudly from below.
"You are that great demon from Qishan! She's the one who bought the Wen Gu sword sheath!"
"Qingyu! You are Qingyu!"
"Girl! Is there any way to break the formation? There are so many evil spirits! We can't kill them all!"
"So noisy!"
Wen Guhuai turned his head and swung his sword in a deep voice. Several purple sword lights flew past, but then a blade light appeared from nowhere and collided with his sword intent!
Unbeknownst to anyone, Zhang Xuan was standing at the entrance of the ancestral hall, wielding a sword. The young man brandished his blade, forcefully stopping Wen Gu Huaigui's murderous intent. Wen Gu Huaigui frowned for a moment, then turned and unleashed a violent sword strike. The wind and snow were merciless, and the sword's aura concealed evil!
Zhang Xuan used his twin swords to defend, but was forced back repeatedly by the sword energy—
A fan was pressed against Zhang Xuan's lower back, finally giving him support. Using the Blood Moon as a base, he raised the Frost Moon and severed the evil energy!
Qin Tianshu looked at Wen Guhuai Gui not far away and said in a deep voice, "This evil aura is too strange. You are no match for him."
Zhang Xuan gripped his knife tightly. He listened to the screams outside Wen Gu's mansion; the evil spirits were being released one after another... The young man reacted quickly, exchanging a glance with the scholar, "Let's deal with those evil spirits first!"
Qin Tianshu snapped open his fan and addressed the cultivators, “Besides Wen Gu, there are countless civilians. How can cultivators ignore them? I implore you all to help. The lives of an entire city are now in our hands!”
After saying this, the scholar and Zhang Xuan immediately went to Wen Gu to rescue the people, followed closely by the cultivators in Wen Gu's mansion.
Wen Guhuai and Hua Fan gazed at each other; at this moment, only the two of them remained.
...
Inside Snow City, countless people screamed and fled from the monsters' devouring. These ferocious monsters appeared from all directions in an instant, biting anyone they saw and killing anyone they caught!
"Help!"
"Where is the cultivator?! Immortal, save me! Lord Wen Gu, save me!"
"Mom! Ah! I'm so scared!"
"Aaaaaaaahhhhh!"
Countless people ran frantically, blood seeped from the snow, and evil spirits devoured human bodies, turning the entire Snowfall City into a hell of evil spirits in an instant.
The struggling beggar boy collapsed to the ground, with evil spirits and monsters devouring him from behind. He stretched out his blood-soaked hands, crawling forward in a daze, grasping, but in the end he only touched a handful of red and white dirty snow...
Am I going to die...?
As he thought this, he only felt so cold, so very cold...
Suddenly, the grotesque sounds of the demons gnawing behind him disappeared. The little beggar turned around, only to have someone cover his eyes with warm hands. She said, "Don't be afraid."
"Sister Zhi! What brings you here!"
Lin Fanxiang had just rescued a child who was running around when she saw Azhi protecting a little beggar. "Sister Azhi, your body..."
Ah Zhi looked at her and smiled, "Don't worry about me, go save people, go!"
"elder sister!"
Before anyone knew it, A-Ling and A-Gu appeared behind A-Zhi. Before she could explain, A-Ling shouted, "We're here!"
Lin Fanxiang met her gaze, and suddenly, another terrified scream came from behind. In an instant, Fanxiang turned around and threw herself back into saving people and killing demons. Although she was a healer, she was protected by Qingyu's peony flower, so evil spirits and demons could not hurt her. With a dagger in hand, she could also kill demons.
The wind and snow grew heavier, new blood flowed freely, and another blanket of white snow covered the ground. Zhang Xuan frantically slaughtered the evil demons and monsters emerging from the earth. Their demonic and ghostly auras were remarkably similar to his sword energy. He wielded his blade, the twin crescent blades covered in frost and blood—
One slash draws blood, souls tremble, the young man struggles to save people, but at this moment, he is like a demon.
Suddenly, the scholar waved his fan at him, then quickly ran ahead to kill the demon. As he turned, the fan bewitched the demon's heart, and amidst the wind and snow, his voice rang out, "Zhang Xuan, even the best sword is still just a sword. Don't lose focus!"
Zhang Xuan snapped out of his daze and saw a young boy not far away wielding his sword to save someone. That boy was Wen Guyu, the youngest son of the Wen family.
A cold, merciless sword intent severed the demon's head, and the young boy leaped to save humanity, shouting loudly,
"What do you think of the scenery within Snow City, fellow Daoist?"
Zhang Xuan spun around and slashed with his sword. Amidst the fierce wind and snow, he also let out a "ha!"
"Excellent!"
...
In Wen Gu's mansion.
Snowflakes blanketed half of the blossoming flowers; the girl stood tall, her back straight, her eyes lowered in quiet contemplation.
Wen Guhuai knelt before her, cold, metallic blood dripping from his pale fingertips. Gently, he raised his eyes and smiled, as if tears were streaming from the corners of his eyes.
"Ah Fan...it's snowing..."
Two years ago in Danzhou, they waited for snow together. Today, they waited for it, together, they waited for it.
The wind stopped for a moment, and in the silent world, Wen Gu Huai Gui heard her laugh.
"Huaigui, I saw the snow and wind between us two years ago."
On a snowy winter day, with the South China Sea pressing in and the waves surging, she reached out towards the light, but in the end, she disappeared into the darkness.
That was the snow and wind that you and I experienced, what you called the first snow turning our hair white.
It seemed the wind was too fast and the snow too slow. Wen Guhuai knelt before her dress, reaching out as if to touch the hem of A Fan's skirt.
But then, tears fell.
"A-Fan, A-Fan, you're alright...that's great..."
That's great, that's really great...
He trembled, finally withdrew his hand, looked up at Hua Fan and called softly, lost in thought.
"I know how you feel about me,"
Hua Fan finally lowered her eyes, looked at him with a slight smile, and in that instant of eye contact, as their emotions intertwined, the girl lightly flicked her sword, blood splattering on her dress, her cheek warm for a moment.
At the last moment, even calmer words brushed past the man's ear.
"So, I've come through all sorts of hardships to give you a quick death."
From the far north of the South China Sea to the extremes of the nine provinces, she traveled thousands of miles to take his life.
It doesn't matter if it's love, resentment, torment, or pain; it's simply about taking a life—a life that already belongs to her.
In an instant, snowflakes fluttered down, as if to bid them a final farewell. Wen Guhuai collapsed to the ground, clinging to his last breath. He looked at her and smiled gently, then gently reached out his hand.
A red mole between his brows, blood at the corner of his lips—between good and evil, it was as if back then, he had reached out his hand under the bullying of the cultivators, gently looking at the little girl in tattered red clothes who was calmly watching this scene.
"Save me, I'll give you my life," his beautiful eyes said.
Unfortunately, this time, Hua Fan did not look at him again. She gently wiped away the bloody tears on her cheek, and then, in the wind and snow, the girl turned around.
Suddenly, someone gently held an umbrella and walked quietly but noticeably beside her.
"Look! Your memorial tablet!"
"Hmm, is it pretty?"
"generally……"
I think so too.
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