Chapter 162: All is Complete
The Seven Holy Alliances of the Lost Heaven.
Three days have passed since the seven-day agreement was made; this is the fourth night.
Describing the battle between Jin Feng Xi Yu Lou and Liu Fen Ban Tang as "white-hot" is not quite appropriate. Wherever these two forces were involved, there were hardly any people who dared to go out. It was fortunate that the vast city of Bianjing was not threatened everywhere and was barely maintaining its last line of defense.
However, the Seven Saints Alliance of the Bewitching Heaven had nothing to do with this bottom line. It was not entirely true that the Saints were unmoved and did not want to take a share of the spoils. However, seeing the stalemate between the Golden Wind and Drizzle Pavilion and the Six and a Half Hall, they realized that they absolutely could not interfere. Otherwise, if the two sides turned their firepower around, wouldn't they be courting death?
Therefore, on the fourth night, the Seven Saints Alliance of the Bewitching Heaven still wanted to continue writing about peace and stability.
However, not everyone wants to.
A woman sat in a grand chair, holding a cup of tea, her back to the window, taking a sip. Outside the window behind her, several corpses leaned against the wall, their eyes still open. Judging from their faces, they were only somewhat dull and lacked luster, not showing any signs of being soulless. A few night breezes blew by, making it unclear whether it was the human world or the underworld. In this silent night, the entire courtyard fell into her grasp.
How long ago was the last time I sat here?
Guan Zhaodi thought that she did remember, but many, many times, she would rather she didn't remember.
Memory is the lifeblood of a person, and therefore, memory is also painful. She lives on the hatred within her memories, and she suffers because of them. To this day, all of her past, except for the time she met Qiu Lingsu, seems to have become a mountain weighing on her, and she has to desperately search for it even in the brief moments of breathing.
Thankfully, all of this is coming to an end, and she will no longer be filled with lingering resentment.
She will never forgive, but she can do one thing: not be the only one suffering.
Guan Zhaodi finished her tea, placed the teacup on the table, and let out a long sigh. She narrowed her eyes slightly, tapped her fingers twice, and touched an empty porcelain bottle. She wasn't worried about knocking it over; she knew no one else would come to this courtyard except her, and she also knew that she had already used everything in the bottle.
Behind her was the view from the window; in front of her was a prison cell.
When was the last time he saw Guan Qi? It was something Guan Zhaodi hoped he wouldn't remember.
This is a man who shares the same blood as her. They relied on each other in the early stages of their lives and built their empire in the martial world. He was the person she admired most, the person who cared for her the most in the world, the number one in the world in her heart, an unparalleled genius that no one could surpass. However, he also abandoned her and did not remember her at all. She hoped that he would come to avenge her, but nothing came of it—this is her brother.
Now, more than ten years have passed, and she is heartbroken. He seems to have become a prisoner as well. Guan Zhaodi looked closely at his face. It wasn't just that he seemed to be a prisoner; he looked exactly like one. She understood that the more than ten years he had spent in Bianjing, when he was mentally unstable, were probably because he had suffered from the machinations of all sides and the torment of going mad.
But she hated, she still hated, why couldn't she hate?
She hated not only him, but so much more: Lei Sun, Wen Xiaobai, and that child named Lei Chun, who should be sixteen this year, and the Fang couple who took Wen Xiaobai away... She hated them all, and she even hated herself.
Guan Zhaodi calmly took out another porcelain bottle and held it in her hand. This one was smaller and more delicate, its color resembling a girl's finger, giving it a soft and refined feel. This also better indicated what kind of medicine was stored inside that required such a bottle for preservation.
Guan Zhaodi walked to the prison cart and removed the stopper.
Looking at Guan Qi's face, she actually had another tear about to fall, but she felt it was unnecessary.
She looked at the slightly dazed man, with surging sword energy beside him. She sat down again and poured the colorless and odorless medicine from the bottle into the cage. She saw him growing quieter and heard him muttering something. This meant the medicine should be starting to take effect. Xie Huailing had given her everything he had left, so it should still have some effect.
However, all of this was merely a preliminary step. The final key rested with her. Who could know better than Guan Zhaodi just how terrifying and powerful Guan Qi truly was? She had made numerous plans, even about how to meet him, but she was also at a loss as to how to deal with this half-madman after they met.
This was another painful place for her. She came to see Guan Qi, and Guan Qi did not resist her.
He should have forgotten her, not remembered her; he only remembered "Xiaobai," yet he didn't hurt her.
Guan Zhaodi did indeed have one tear left.
She should be happy; this way, the final step she had to take would be much less risky. She took out the last thing from her bosom—a cultivation manual—and placed it on her lap. She gazed at Guan Qi's face, trying not to let her vision blur, she closed her eyes tightly, then forced them open again.
Wang Yunmeng is an expert in both the most potent poisons and the most potent medicines. The reason why her poisons are unmatched is that she also thoroughly understands medical principles when making poisons or practicing martial arts. The ultimate medicinal properties and the ultimate toxicity are combined into one, which is why she created "Tianyun Five-Flower Cotton" and "Bewitching and Mind-Controlling Dream-Inducing Technique".
Controlling Guan Qi is a complete pipe dream. What Guan Zhaodi needs to do is use the "Bewitching and Mind-Controlling Dream Technique" to stabilize him, calm his memories and thoughts, and then use her internal energy to guide him so that he vaguely remembers her in his demonic state and listens to her words as before.
Xie Huailing had given her everything for this step, and she knew she could only succeed and could not afford to fail. Guan Zhaodi touched the pages of the cultivation manual with one hand, and the iron bars of the cage with the other.
"Will you blame me?" she asked.
She wasn't asking about Guan Qi; she was asking about her elder brother, the person who had come to the capital with her many, many years ago.
“You won’t blame me,” she said.
Guan Zhaodi breathed a sigh of relief and was about to lower her head when the prisoner's hands suddenly grabbed the iron bars. Guan Qi slowly raised her head, startling her.
The eyes before her were completely empty, devoid of any lucidity, like a mountain cave, staring at her with a mixture of blankness and madness. He even furrowed his brow with difficulty, as if trying to recall something. The effects of the drug were now spreading throughout his body; his memory would briefly open a crack—this was the moment she wanted.
Then he said, "This face looks familiar; I think I've seen you before."
He added, "You look a lot like my sister... Strange, where is my sister?"
Suddenly, her vision blurred with heat. Guan Zhaodi covered her mouth and bent over. She swallowed her words, her voice trembling uncontrollably. Despite her struggles, she still saw her tears on the ground.
Why, why did it turn out like this?
This tear should never have been the end of more than ten years!
She felt so cold, so very cold, and Guan Zhao hugged herself tighter. She felt so cold again, but what else could she hug on this long summer night in Bianjing?
She clutched her throat again, trying to vomit, but nothing came out.
.
As the seasons change and the moon and shadows shift, time marches on.
First, a dark figure emerged from the night and landed on the ground. With a flick of her delicate hand, she removed her night clothes. It was Lei Mei. Blood was still stained the hem of her clothes, dripping onto the ground. If it were to congeal into a pool of blood, it would reflect her radiant face, even in the dark, revealing her inner beauty.
Her movements were very agile. Among all the current hall masters of the Six and a Half Hall, even including the missing Di Feijing, she was the only one who hadn't suffered any injuries. Therefore, this blood couldn't be hers. But it also wasn't the blood of anyone from the Golden Wind and Fine Rain Pavilion. After all, she had gone to see Su Mengzhen today, and she had dealt with some people who might have seen her when she returned.
Lei Mei didn't see anything wrong with settling down in one place and doing things for that place; she was determined to do so.
She straightened her collar, then took out a tinderbox and burned her night clothes. Watching the flames rise, Lei Mei leaned back gently, the wall against her back. She looked up at the sky casually; the few scattered stars seemed like tears, like deaths, which would probably disappear in a little while. She was used to it and didn't find anything particularly sad about it.
She wasn't in the Six and a Half Hall, but she had left her trusted confidants there. Seeing the afterglow of the flames, the woman in yellow went around to the backyard, saw Lei Mei, and quickly walked to her side.
She reported to Lei Mei: "The Grand Master is in the west of the city, and he has seriously injured Moxi, the God of the Golden Wind and Fine Rain Pavilion."
Lei Mei already knew; Su Mengzhen had told her. She nodded. This wasn't news she needed to care about, nor was it anything to be surprised about. Today was already the sixth day of the decisive battle; any changes were just part of the usual drama.
All she cared about was tomorrow, tomorrow night, when the seven-day period would end.
When Di Feijing suddenly disappeared, Lei Mei already felt that the Six and a Half Hall was doomed. She knew that Lei Sun still had many tricks up his sleeve, but how could he know how deeply the Golden Wind and Fine Rain Pavilion had infiltrated the Six and a Half Hall? For example, she was just waiting for an opportunity to stab him in the back, which was exactly what he deserved.
However, that was Lei Sun's defeat, not Liu Fenbantang's defeat. Thinking of this, and thinking of herself, Lei Mei slightly curled the corners of her lips.
The fire gradually died down, and she stomped it out before walking into the dark courtyard.
One by one, the figures disappeared, leaving only ashes against the sky. A few stars were like embers. The daytime heat was intense, and it was understandable that it would burn to ashes by nightfall. But it could reignite, unlike ashes on the ground, which would reignite once more when the night ended and another day passed.
Then, the lights went out again the following night.
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Xie Huailing sat on the bank of the Bian River, on a low wall near a pavilion.
There are more stars tonight than last night, and she remembers them clearly because she looks up at the sky every night. Just from that point of view, tonight is a good night for going out for a stroll, and it's worth it for her to be here instead of wrapped in a blanket.
But how long could it last? She murmured to herself, seven days, seven nights.
This is the seventh night.
She gazed at the undulating rooftops in the distance. The sky had just darkened, and she hadn't yet seen what she wanted to see, but that didn't matter. Once the pieces were placed, there was no need to worry. What would happen would happen, and the ending she had was the ending she wanted.
Xie Huailing picked it out, looked at Di Feijing who was waiting on the side, and said, "Let's go shopping."
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