Chapter 87 Doesn't Senior Brother hate me? (29) "For the sake of..."
As soon as he finished speaking, the immortal's cold eyes narrowed. He raised his hand, and a powerful sword aura, carrying a killing intent that seemed to encompass rivers and seas, rushed straight towards Fu Li. However, it ultimately swept past Fu Li's side, bursting open the palace doors with a "boom" and exploding inside the palace. The glazed tiles shattered like building blocks. A bloody gash was also cut on the young man's handsome face by the flying pebbles.
Although she appeared calm on the surface, Fu Li was actually terrified inside. Faced with the pressure of a half-immortal, everyone felt like an ant, easily crushed if the immortal made a single move.
Her legs, hidden beneath the loose, elegant dress, trembled slightly, and her Adam's apple bobbed involuntarily.
Only a pair of clear eyes remained fixed on the person floating in mid-air. Even facing death, the peach blossom eyes remained moist and clear, giving off a charming and alluring feeling without a smile.
"Li'er, run..." At this moment, a low, weak voice came from the black dragon's mouth, which was pierced by the spear.
Fu Li then realized that the Four Seas Demon Lord was not dead. His body had been completely pierced, his spiritual veins were exhausted, and only a last wisp of his soul remained, but it was only at its last gasp.
The black dragon opened its eyelids, and a large tear dripped down the bloodstains around its scales. Its purple pupils, gleaming with the light of jewels, revealed a deep despair, yet it still struggled to see its beloved one one more time.
“Li…”
Before Zhongli Qianye could finish speaking, the immortal in mid-air raised a finger and pointed lightly. Instantly, a force as powerful as a mountain pressed down on both sides of the dragon's body, twisting and folding it in an instant.
After a deafening roar of bones snapping one by one, it finally breathed its last. The last glimmer of light in its dragon eyes faded into a lifeless void, and its soul dissipated into the world.
The spear, formed from celestial energy, vanished into a burst of light. With a deafening roar, the enormous dragon corpse crashed to the ground from mid-air, its blood flowing from its massive body across the plaza below, accumulating into a lake of blood.
It is unimaginable that such a powerful dragon could be defeated, and die in such a horrific way.
Reflecting this terrifying scene in her eyes, Fu Li's pupils suddenly dilated.
He should have felt a great deal of sorrow over Zhongli Qianye's death. After all, this demonic dragon had fed him deadly poison, forcing him to betray his sect and become a furnace for his cultivation. It had also spoken to him gently, telling him that it would definitely win, and even in its final moments, it was still thinking about urging him to escape...
However, faced with the fear of being attacked from a lower dimension, Fu Li, being an ant, couldn't even think about these things.
Looking up at the figure that gracefully descended through the air, he felt as if his heart was sinking into an abyss. The oppressive aura and terrifying presence emanating from the other person constantly tugged at his nerves, leaving him no time to think of anything else at this critical moment of life and death.
Run! Run! You'll die! You'll definitely be killed!
Every cell in his body was repeating the same words. Instinct told him to leave immediately; that man would definitely kill him! But under the pressure of the immortal, his body felt as if it had been filled with a thousand pounds of lead, and he couldn't move at all. Just like the thoughts in his mind, he could only be firmly fixed in place by the other party, waiting for the judgment to come.
Xiao Yue wanted to stand in front of Fu Li, but he himself was immobilized by the oppressive aura emanating from Chongjing Pavilion. He could only grit his teeth and fight against the fear in his heart.
Fortunately, Chongjing Pavilion's attention was currently focused on Fu Li, so the restraints on Xiao Yue were less severe. This allowed him to utter a single sentence:
"That incident was forced upon our junior brother by Zhongli Qianye; it wasn't his own intention..."
However, before he could finish explaining for Fu Li, Chongjing Pavilion seemed to find his noise annoying and flicked its finger to unleash a hurricane that swept Xiao Yue far away at a speed imperceptible to the naked eye, until his body was embedded in the wall of the side hall.
Chongjingge stepped lightly onto the high platform, looking at Fu Li with a cold expression.
Fu Li finally saw him clearly. His black hair flowed freely, and he wore a jade crown. His face, as always, was aloof and handsome, with an expression that was neither angry nor happy. His eyes held a pair of golden pupils, and looking into them was so intense that it seemed almost unreal, as if they could see right through one's thoughts.
He was neither angry nor resentful, neither happy nor sad, and with a faint radiance emanating from his body, he was exactly like any other immortal one could imagine.
At this moment, the two stood face to face on the same high platform. The once loving couple and the scattered ruins behind them formed a stark contrast, and no one else could interfere with this scene.
Chongjing Pavilion took a step forward, and the oppressive force exerted on Fu Li finally lessened slightly, allowing him to regain his voice:
"Senior Brother... um..."
Before he could even utter a single word, the man suddenly reached out and pinched his cheek, lifting it slightly as if to get a clear look at the face of his former Daoist partner.
Fu Li was forced to tilt his head back, and suddenly met a pair of pale golden pupils, shimmering with light, clear and cold. Even when they were facing Fu Li directly, they did not reflect his image, as if they were devoid of any emotion that a mortal should have. When they met Fu Li's bright and innocent eyes, a faint shadow seemed to flash across them, but it vanished too quickly to be clearly seen.
After a moment of eye contact, Chong Jingge's pale lips parted slightly. Fu Li thought he was going to ask something, but unexpectedly, he said---
Why not run away?
"What?" Completely unprepared for being asked such a question upon meeting again after so many years, Fu Li was momentarily stunned. She pouted and asked blankly.
Chongjing Pavilion then asked again:
"Why didn't you run? I gave you two hours, why did you choose to stay instead of leaving?"
His voice was cool and indifferent, as if he were just asking casually and didn't care much.
But Fu Li inexplicably sensed a mixture of obsession and bewilderment in the other person's golden eyes, which were no longer human.
Chongjing Pavilion cares a lot about this answer.
Fu Li was somewhat confused.
Logically, having already achieved mastery of his cultivation, his first act should have been to storm the Western Continent and successfully eliminate the mastermind behind his murder. Therefore, his next step should have been to swiftly and decisively eliminate his accomplice. After all, regardless of the circumstances, Fu Li had listened to Zhongli Qianye's words, exploiting his trust to personally destroy Chongjing Pavilion's cultivation, even gouging out his eyes, cutting off his tongue, and kicking him off Thousand Miasma Cliff. Their relationship could be described as a blood feud.
But why was this the first thing he asked his enemy when they met?
Now it was Fu Li's turn to be dumbfounded—why not run away? Because running away was pointless. Since Zhongli Qianye could be easily killed by you, with your cultivation level and divine sense that you're already halfway to immortality, you'll be discovered no matter where I run. In that case, you might as well just give me a quick death.
Fu Li was about to answer, but his cheeks were still being tightly pinched by the other person, and he couldn't open his mouth at all.
During this brief pause, Chongjingge seemed to be imagining something, and a sarcastic smile crept onto his previously taut lips.
He answered for him, "Is it because you truly believe Zhongli Qianye won't lose to me, or are you confident that even if I come to your door, I won't do anything to you?!"
As he spoke, his gaze sharpened, a chilling killing intent flashing in his eyes. Instantly, his fingertips moved from Fu Li's cheek down and tightened around his throat.
The boy's face paled instantly, and his expression turned into one of suffocation. His hands instinctively grabbed the back of the other boy's hand that was pressed against his neck.
The moment Fu Li touched him, the immortal's movements suddenly froze, and the force in his hand loosened slightly, finally giving Fu Li a chance to speak.
"Senior Brother...for the sake of our brotherhood, please, give me a quick death..." A weak breath was conveyed through a hoarse voice.
The boy's eyes were slightly glazed over. He was being choked and was breathing heavily, but there was a sense of relief in his eyes.
Chongjingge's pupils contracted sharply, and he immediately released his grip. The person who lost his support collapsed to his knees, gasping for breath.
A gentle breeze blew, passing over the broken walls and ruins of the Dragon Crystal Palace, and ruffling the boy's loose hair.
The hem of her dress swayed slightly, but who knows if anyone's thoughts were also thrown into turmoil at that moment.
Looking down at the disheveled figure on the ground, his hand trembled slightly at his side for some reason. A sharp light emanated from his golden eyes, like a judgment from the heavens.
When he spoke again, his tone was no longer as calm as a still well, but carried a hint of emotion:
"Fine? You make it sound so easy. Yue Fuli, I'll ask you one last thing: why didn't you think to discuss it with me before you deceived me back then?!"
"Cough cough..." Fu Li coughed a few times while kneeling on the ground, then raised her head, her beautiful face, as lovely as a peach blossom, looking at him with a carefree air of relief: "Senior brother, of course I've thought about it. But I can't gamble. I've been put under a silencing spell, and if I really have to wait for you to find out, I might have already died from the poison. If I really have to choose between the two of us to live, I can only choose myself."
Seeing the sincere and resolute smile on his face, Chongjingge's expression twitched slightly, and for a moment he even looked somewhat sad.
"Is that so? Haven't you ever considered that one day I might come looking for revenge?"
The young man smiled calmly: "If it's the senior brother, then of course it's possible."
"So I went to extremes."
"Zhongli Qianye only told me to destroy your nascent soul, but not only that, I also gouged out your eyes and cut off your tongue, preventing you from calling for help or spreading the news. All this was to eliminate any possibility of survival. However, I still underestimated my senior brother..."
He had committed a heinous act, yet he spoke of it all as if it were perfectly justified. Even the smile on his face was as gentle and beautiful as spring sunshine, without a trace of regret. Only his last words were spoken as if whispered.
A ray of sunlight pierced through the dark clouds above and shone directly on the high platform where the two were located.
Fu Li was completely absorbed in his own world and didn't see the twisted expression that had appeared on the once serene and aloof immortal's face. His nostrils flared, and his eyes were wide open, as if he were desperately suppressing something. His pupils flashed with intense hatred, as if he wanted to tear everything in sight to shreds.
Finally, Fu Li knelt on the ground, his face showing an expression of letting go of everything. His gaze calmly fixed on the distance as he said to Chongjing Pavilion, "Senior Brother, I know I have committed grave sins against you and cannot obtain your forgiveness. Please, give me a quick death."
Author's note: Time to go to the dark room!
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