Chapter 71 Memories [Two-in-One] "Brother."...
Mu Meng left Kunlun Realm alone and walked several hundred steps forward.
Just now, she sensed the familiar aura of that black energy. It was neither concealed nor hidden, and she immediately understood that it was challenging her to a duel. There were so many people in Kunlun Realm. If she did not come out to fight alone, and that monster broke in, even if she did her best, she might not be able to protect everyone from death.
Following the aura he sensed, Mu Meng walked forward until he passed through the dense forest and finally saw the figure shrouded in black mist.
Her pace gradually slowed, and she finally came to a stop.
For a moment, neither Mu Meng nor Hei Qi made a move, and the two stood silently facing each other, a distance of more than ten meters.
This black mist was not as aggressive and turbulent as it had been last time, and even the wisps of black shadows remained still, making it easier to discern the human figure encased within.
Mu Meng narrowed her eyes slightly, calmly staring at the enemy opposite her—this person wanted to cut out her heart and steal the Red Heart Pill. He must be the one who killed her in her previous life by impersonating Mu Qingheng. But why did he use black energy to cover his appearance in this life?
She recalled that day when she was alone in her room, and suddenly "Mu Qingheng" burst into the room, looking gloomy and bloodthirsty. At that time, she was full of resistance and wariness towards him, and without observing him carefully, she assumed that he was the real Mu Qingheng.
He bent down, his tone light and sinister, "Look at the red dot deep in my pupils; it's because I've consumed too much blood."
She could see that clearly; there was indeed a very fine red dot in the center of his originally dark pupils.
At the time, she thought Mu Qingheng had practiced some evil technique and came to show it off to her. Now that she thinks about it, it was probably a sign of his transformation into a monster.
Thinking of this, Mu Meng blinked gently, and a faint golden light appeared in his clear and clean eyes, the light going straight forward—in just an instant, the black mist suddenly turned to the side.
Mu Meng slowly clenched his fist. Damn it, he hadn't seen his face clearly, nor had he seen if his eyes had the same red dots as in his previous life.
The next instant, black energy suddenly rose from the ground, but instead of rushing towards her, it turned and ran away.
There's a ghost.
Mu Meng frowned slightly, having some vague suspicions about his actions. He didn't act immediately, but then he thought about it again and realized he was really unwilling to let him get away like that, so he gritted his teeth and chased after him.
The black aura was extremely fast. She tried her best to catch up, but still fell behind by a small distance. Mu Meng's heart sank slightly: His spiritual power was indeed extraordinary. Not to mention monsters, even in the entire Six Realms, it would be difficult to find an opponent who could fight him.
Even though he had almost refined the Crimson Heart Pill, he only had about 40-50% confidence in defeating him.
Kunlun Realm was located in a remote area, on the edge of the Celestial Clan's boundary, even bordering the Human Realm. The black mist rushed forward at high speed, with Mu Meng following closely behind. As she followed, she noticed that the surrounding scenery was somewhat familiar. A quick glance around revealed where she was—
This is the edge of an endless cliff in the human realm.
Just as they spotted the place, the dark figure ahead had already reached the edge of the cliff. Without slowing down or pausing, he leaped into the air and plummeted straight down the cliff!
Mu Meng's brows furrowed slightly, a cold smile playing on her lips as she rushed forward. However, just a few steps from the cliff, her wrist was suddenly grabbed.
"Mengmeng! What are you doing?!"
Mu Meng turned around and saw Zhe Qing's anxious face reflected in his eyes. There seemed to be a deep pain in his clear black and white eyes, and the force on his wrist was not light, which showed how deep his worries were.
Mu Meng raised an eyebrow slightly, puzzled, and asked, "How did you end up here?"
Her long eyelashes drooped, and she glanced up and down briefly. Zhe Qing's spiritual energy was still surging, clearly indicating that she had just experienced a long run. She understood a little. "You wouldn't have been chasing this monster all along, would you?"
This is understandable. Zhe Qing has always wanted to find and eliminate this monster as soon as possible. He has some tracking skills, which may have come with this thing.
Wait, that doesn't make sense either... Mu Meng blinked again: "But Zhe Qing, back in Tian Cang Realm, you clearly said that the monster's whereabouts had disappeared, but if you can still track it down..."
She didn't dare say the rest—if Zhe Qing could really track down the monster, would he allow it to appear in Kunlun Realm, in front of her?
Mu Meng seemed to have guessed, and boldly asked directly, "Zhe Qing, you didn't come here chasing after the monster. You didn't mean to come see me, but instead wandered around here without coming in, did you?"
That's why he appeared so timely. He had been staying nearby and witnessed her following the monster from some corner, which is why he followed her all the way here.
Zhe Qing's Adam's apple bobbed slightly. She turned her face to the side and quickly licked her lips. A faint blush appeared on her fair earlobe amidst her slightly disheveled hair.
However, he quickly turned his head, not answering Mu Meng's question, but clearing his throat, his voice tinged with anger: "It's one thing for you to chase after him, but how could you just jump off a cliff without a care in the world?"
Seeing that he didn't answer the previous question, she guessed he was right. Mu Meng wanted to laugh a little, but she held it in.
She glanced down the cliff, and since she had a general idea of what was going on, she wasn't in a hurry to chase after the black mist. She calmly looked at Zhe Qing and said, "He jumped off the cliff to use himself as bait to lure me there; I jumped off because I despised his behavior and wanted to kill him so he would never dare to be arrogant again. Neither of us jumped to our deaths, so why are you so nervous?"
She raised an eyebrow and pointed to the bottomless cliff. "Alright, even if I'm not skilled enough and jump down recklessly to my death, that monster will at least pull me out of the way if it sees me about to kick the bucket. Even if it's just for the sake of this Red Heart Pill I have, it wouldn't be willing to just watch me fall into the endless darkness, would it?"
She was all smiles and acting all serious, which made Zhe Qing frown. She gave her a light, dismissive look and said, "Don't talk nonsense."
Seemingly having finally calmed his anxiety, he whispered a rebuke to her before calmly lowering his eyes. Only then did he belatedly realize that he was still holding her wrist, and he quickly let go.
"Did I...did I hurt you?" Zhe Qingshen hesitated for a moment, then asked this as her first question.
He rubbed his fingers together, seemingly unsure whether he had used a lot of force.
Mu Meng flicked his wrist and held it up between the two of them, saying, "Here, take a look for yourself."
The girl's wrists were slender and fair, even a little frail, with a very faint ring of finger marks on her porcelain-like skin—so delicate it seemed to be telling its owner a story of grievance.
Even with just that faint mark, Zhe Qing's face suddenly turned pale, as if she had committed some heinous crime, and even her lips trembled slightly: "I'm sorry, Mengmeng, I..."
"Alright, alright, if you really feel guilty, you can go back now," Mu Meng said with a smile, waving her hand dismissively. "This princess is going down to meet that monster, so don't follow me. As for this little injury on your wrist, I won't hold it against you."
She knew Zhe Qing's personality too well. Normally, she would never let him see her wrists, lest he feel too guilty.
But now is just the right time. Who knows what the situation is down there? If necessary, we should prepare for the worst. If we have to die together, she doesn't want to drag Zhe Qing down with her.
But it was clear that Zhe Qing understood her quite well. Although he regretted and blamed himself, he was not intimidated by her words. "How can I turn around and leave with such a formidable enemy?"
His voice was low, but you could hear the stubbornness in it, and it brooked no argument.
Mu Meng looked up at Zhe Qing, then down the cliff, and warned, "This monster today is so focused on its goal, running like it's in a hurry to be reincarnated, leading me this way. There might be a dragon's den or a tiger's lair down there, it's not so easy to deal with."
Zhe Qing smiled wryly, her voice low and deep, "Knowing the danger, you still rushed down."
"How can we not take the plunge? Who knows what other trouble he might cause in the future? He's so powerful, and he's hiding in the shadows. If I don't take the bait now, who knows if he'll get angry and go on a killing spree?"
Mu Meng always had a point, and after she finished speaking eloquently, she looked at Zhe Qing again, and her tone suddenly softened, "It is precisely because I know it is dangerous that I told you not to go."
Her voice was gentle, like a gentle breeze, soft water, or the warm winter sun, but none of these could compare to the few soft words she uttered.
Zhe Qing's dark pupils trembled slightly, his hand hanging at his side curled up unnaturally, his thumb touched the tattered paper, and a quiet loneliness appeared on his face: "Mengmeng, I don't deserve your kindness to me."
Mu Meng wanted to retort that it was her own business whether she was good to him or not, and whether it was worth it was up to her to decide.
Her gaze swept across the room and she saw Zhe Qing gently rubbing her severed finger. Suddenly, her heart clenched. "I'm going to protect you no matter what. I won't allow anyone else to bully you, and you won't be allowed to bully yourself either."
Zhe Qing was clearly stunned, like a child who was flattered, his eyes widening slightly in disbelief. His appearance was quite different from his calm and composed demeanor, and he even showed a touch of cute foolishness.
He stammered, "Mengmeng, you...you can't..."
Mu Meng was too lazy to listen to him. He interrupted him while observing with his hands behind his back: "I'm not going to listen to you. I'm going down. That monster has been waiting for so long. Don't think I'm a coward if I don't go soon."
Zhe Qing knew she couldn't stop her, so she swallowed back what she was about to say and glanced down with her. "If you want to go down to the desolate tomb, there's no way down here."
Mu Meng paused for a moment, then raised his hand and slowly stroked his chin.
Zhe Qing also guessed that the monster was in the desolate tomb, which was not surprising, since there was only one demon realm below the Endless Cliff.
What she found strange was something else: "Zheqing, so you know the way? Could it be that you've been to the desolate tomb?"
Zhe Qing's long eyelashes trembled slightly, and she nodded gently: "Yes, I have been there."
"Exorcise the demon?"
Zhe Qing bit her lower lip: "I have indeed killed some demons."
Isn't this a good thing? Why are you being so cautious? Mu Meng found it amusing, but also felt a pang of sympathy. She stopped dwelling on the matter and said softly, "I know, I was just asking a couple of questions. Look how scared you are. Alright, judging from your expression, I'm sure you won't leave no matter what. So, would you like to travel with me?"
Zhe Qing looked over and suddenly smiled softly.
When he truly smiles, even with such a face, he exudes a gentle and heartwarming charm, something one could only dream of.
...
This wasn't Mu Meng's first time visiting the desolate tomb.
In her past life, she came alone to visit the seriously injured Mu Qingheng; those past events need not be recalled. In this life, she wreaked havoc here to eliminate the demons; it can be said that the desolate and barren landscape here is also a product of her efforts.
Thinking of this, Mu Meng secretly glanced at Zhe Qing. This was her third time stepping into this place, but this person was with her. The wind blowing on her body seemed less cold.
Zhe Qing noticed Mu Meng's gaze and seemed a little nervous. "What's wrong, Mengmeng?"
"It's nothing," Mu Meng said, raising her hand as she walked forward, her slender white fingertips radiating wisps of shimmering white spiritual energy. She searched for the monster's tracks as she asked, "By the way, Zhe Qing, now that you're nearby, why don't you enter Kunlun Realm to see me?"
His behavior is very different from saying "I don't have time to come" or "I can't make it".
Zhe Qing moved her lips slightly and said apologetically, "I'm sorry, Mengmeng, were you waiting for me?"
"Haha, no," Mu Meng chuckled dryly. "I heard what you said the other day and thought it was unlikely you would come, so I didn't even think of you today."
Zhe Qing's expression softened considerably, and he even slightly curled the corners of his lips, though his smile was tinged with bitterness: "That's good." He had originally been probing spiritual energy along with Mu Meng, but after saying this, he silently lowered his crippled left hand and raised his right hand.
Although he moved quietly, Mu Meng's attention was always on him, so how could she not see him? She felt a little uncomfortable at that moment—why was she forcing Zhe Qing? She knew how insecure Zhe Qing was. Kunlun Realm was full of guests, and Zhe Qing had never lingered in front of people before. He must have thought that if he set foot there, he would feel ashamed and lose face for her.
Mu Meng gently bit her lower lip, but she was already prepared. If Zhe Qing came, she wouldn't make him feel embarrassed or awkward.
Forget it, there's no use thinking about it. She'll just treat him better in the future. Just as Mu Meng was about to smile and say something to coax him, her brows furrowed and her expression turned serious.
Zhe Qing immediately sensed something was wrong and instinctively stepped forward, slightly turning to shield Mu Meng.
"Cover..." Before Mu Meng could make any move, a black aura suddenly rushed towards them at an extremely fast speed. Its spiritual power was so strong that it was almost unprecedented in his life. In the blink of an eye, it was right in front of him!
The two reacted almost simultaneously to dodge. Neither of them could withstand this move head-on, or they would inevitably get injured. Mu Meng reached out to grab Zhe Qing's hand, but Zhe Qing was faster and pulled her wrist away to the side!
With a "bang," the black mist pierced through the trees behind them, and its momentum continued unabated, breaking more than a dozen trees before dissipating.
Mu Meng clenched his fists instantly—this guy was hiding in the desolate tomb, and his spiritual power was much stronger than when they last fought.
"Mengmeng, you can't—" Sensing the intention of the person beside her, Zhe Qing's eyebrows furrowed and she immediately shouted in a low voice.
Mu Meng suddenly extended his slender index finger and pressed it against Zha Qing's lips. "It's alright, we have at least four hours. We can take this opportunity to kill him in one fell swoop!"
She knew Zhe Qing was knowledgeable and experienced, but she didn't expect him to be so perceptive as to notice what she was doing. She had cultivated the ability to extend the instantaneous use time of the Crimson Heart Pill, and had never neglected it over the years. Now she could maintain peak spiritual power for at least four hours without diminishing.
You must kill this monster before you die from exhaustion of your spiritual power.
Zhe Qing hesitated, but seeing the determination in Mu Meng's eyes, she had no choice but to swallow her words. Her gaze, like a sharp sword drawn from its sheath, slowly swept across the surroundings.
Soon, the second black mist arrived, this time even faster than the wind. But Mu Meng did not dodge as before, but met it head-on. With a cold look in her eyes, she stretched out her left hand and grabbed at the air. The black mist was firmly controlled in her palm as if it were a real object!
Zhe Qing watched with a pounding heart. Mengmeng's fighting style was clearly offensive, leaving almost no room for defense. He immediately rushed out to stand in a position where he could protect her.
The two stood back to back, seemingly sharing an unspoken understanding, attacking only the dark energy in front of them without worrying about being attacked from behind.
"Mengmeng, be careful. That monster knows that the few black wisps it releases won't do anything to us, so it will definitely come out in person. Based on its past habits, it will definitely launch a sneak attack."
Mu Meng responded. She naturally knew that with the combined abilities of herself and Zhe Qing, dealing with these black energies would be no problem. If the fight continued like this, the monster would have to show itself sooner or later.
The thought had barely crossed her mind when Mu Meng suddenly sensed something amiss in the sound from her left. She immediately unleashed a sharp burst of spiritual energy, but the massive ball of black energy was already hurtling straight towards her—
That's too fast.
This monster was also cunning and treacherous. It knew that two people together would be difficult to deal with, so it had to fight desperately to eliminate one in order to deal with the other.
The spiritual energy that Mu Meng unleashed struck the black energy directly. This palm strike was not light, and a bloody trail was already left on the ground, but the momentum of the black energy did not diminish!
He's willing to be seriously injured just to kill one!
In the blink of an eye, the monster charged forward even faster. Mu Meng clasped his hands together, determined to fight to the death, even if it meant being seriously injured—but the next moment, a green shadow flashed before his eyes. A powerful burst of spiritual energy erupted from his body, striking the black mist. At the same time, Mu Meng felt a jolt in his body—
Zhe Qing suddenly spat out a mouthful of blood, instantly losing strength and falling backward.
Mu Meng hugged him tightly, "Zhe Qing!"
He was struck hard, his eyes were unfocused, his face was as pale as paper, large beads of sweat slid down his forehead, and he was extremely weak—not only because of the palm strike he had just unleashed, which had almost exhausted all his spiritual power, but also because he had blocked the heavy blow from the black energy with his physical body.
Zhe Qing looked extremely thin and fragile, severely injured, but she was not unconscious and still retained some consciousness: "Mengmeng... be careful..."
Mu Meng didn't say a word, gritted his teeth and leaned Zhe Qing against a tree trunk, then suddenly looked up at the black mist, his eyes showing a hint of blood red.
The black aura had first taken a blow from him, and then was hit by Zhe Qing. It was also seriously injured. When it saw Mu Meng looking at it, it paused for a moment, then immediately turned around and ran away.
How could Mu Meng let him go? She immediately rushed forward. No matter how fast the dark figure was, he was injured and could not keep up with her speed. He quickly caught up with her.
As he ran for his life, Mu Meng suddenly realized that he was running towards the Endless Cliff.
What's on Endless Cliff? Isn't jumping off just suicide? Could he possibly have some other trick up his sleeve? Mu Meng was full of doubts, but he didn't want to give in to the shadowy figure's wishes. When the shadowy figure was still dozens of steps away from the edge of Endless Cliff, he gritted his teeth and crashed straight into the cloud of black mist!
Like a thin black mist, vast and endless.
The moment I rushed into this fog, time seemed to stand still. The silence here was terrifying; it was as if all five senses were shut down, and I could neither see, hear, nor touch anything.
But Mu Meng was determined. He calculated the distance in his mind and, when he felt he was about to reach the center, he didn't hesitate to throw a punch hard!
In the final glimmer of light and shadow, she seemed to see two bright red spots of blood in the endless darkness before her.
It was him. It was his eyes.
However, the next moment, the monster was struck with tremendous force, the immense impact sending it hurtling backward. In an instant, the black mist dissipated, and Mu Meng watched as it tumbled to the edge of the cliff, falling into the endless abyss in the blink of an eye—
Mu Meng immediately went to look: there was nothing left to see at the bottom of the endless cliff. She had personally knocked the monster off the cliff, so he had no ability to grab anything. Moreover, he had already been hit three times. Even if he didn't fall off the cliff, he was probably in grave danger.
Thinking this, Mu Meng observed the cliff edge for another quarter of an hour, but as expected, he did not see any movement. With his mind still concerned about Zhe Qing's injury, he turned and left.
...
When Mu Meng returned to the spot, Zhe Qing had already stood up, leaning against the tree trunk.
I really don't know which school of martial arts he practiced. He was clearly injured and should have died, but he didn't faint. How could he stand up so quickly and perfectly fine? No, it can't be said that he was perfectly fine. His face was as pale as paper, and it was obviously very serious.
"Zhe Qing, don't move. Sit down quickly, let me take a look at you." Mu Meng quickly went up to support Zhe Qing's arm and carefully helped him sit down.
Zhe Qing didn't follow her force, and looked her up and down anxiously: "Mengmeng, are you hurt? Did you get hurt chasing him just now?"
"No, no, look where I'm hurt?" Mu Meng's eyes stung a little as she gently twisted her bruised wrist. "But you, who gave you permission to stand in front of me?"
She looked at him, feeling a pang of sadness—his lips were bloodless, but there was still fresh blood at the corner of his mouth. The stark red contrasted sharply with his pale face, and Mu Meng felt a pang of pain in her heart. She then said, "Alright, hurry up and sit down."
Seeing that she was alright, Zhe Qing sat down slowly with a relieved look on his face. He clutched his heart and gave her a silly, happy smile.
"What are you laughing at?" Mu Meng said irritably. "Close your eyes! Regulate your breathing!"
She took his hand and carefully channeled her spiritual energy into him. Zhe Qing initially resisted, "Mengmeng, that monster—"
Mu Meng pulled his hand back, "Don't worry, that monster was knocked off the Endless Cliff by my palm, it's definitely not going to survive."
However, after she finished speaking, Zhe Qing still seemed uneasy. His body remained stiff, and his brows were furrowed with worry.
Mu Meng carefully examined Zhe Qing's spiritual energy and discovered that although he was seriously injured, his physical foundation was surprisingly good, and his meridians seemed to be different from those of ordinary people.
After circulating his spiritual energy three times, Zhe Qing's complexion had regained some color. Mu Meng was slightly relieved and finally had the mood to smile and say, "Zhe Qing, you have a good foundation. You were so badly injured, yet you recovered in less than half an hour."
Zhe Qing smiled slightly, about to reply, when she saw Mu Meng suddenly nod slightly as if she were sleepy.
“Mengmeng…” Zheqing was startled. Mengmeng—wasn’t she uninjured?
He hurriedly supported Mu Meng's wrist, and just as his two slender fingers touched her pulse, Mu Meng suddenly collapsed straight towards him.
"Mengmeng!" This time, Zhe Qing was really frightened. He hugged Mu Meng tightly and frowned as he checked her wrist pulse.
After feeling Mu Meng's pulse for a while, he relaxed his long eyebrows and placed his hand on Mu Meng's forehead. After a while, he saw wisps of black energy emerging from under his palm.
It turned out that Mengmeng had entered the black mist in order to kill the monster.
Zhe Qing let out a soft breath and closed her eyes.
Fortunately, the black aura from the monster will cause some damage to the body, and it can only recover slowly. Outsiders cannot help, but Mengmeng's spiritual power is strong and she is not seriously injured. She should be fine in three to five days.
I just don’t know what effect these three to five days will have on Mengmeng. The damage that the strange energy does to the body is almost all manifested in her mind. Although she doesn’t feel pain, I hope she won’t suffer.
Thinking of this, Zhe Qing looked at the sleeping Mu Meng again, gently tidying up her slightly disheveled hair, her eyes full of tenderness and affection.
The two of them should be able to rest here for a few days without any problem. Mengmeng knocked the monster off the Endless Cliff, so they are safe for the time being.
However, Endless Cliff is not without its flaws, and it is unknown whether this matter is truly over or if there is more to come.
Thinking this, Zhe Qing sighed softly. She turned her left hand over and saw that the red line that originally reached the base of her middle finger had now crossed her entire palm and reached her left wrist.
We're closer now.
After watching for a while, Zhe Qing slowly clenched his fist.
If the monster had fallen into the Endless Cliff and actually died, that would have been one thing. But now he knew that the Endless Cliff was not as simple as it seemed. If he had only fallen in with serious injuries, it was hard to say what would happen to him afterward.
Unsure if he had completely perished and disappeared forever, how could he be willing to die?
Zhe Qing rested his hand on his forehead with some worry. As soon as he touched it, he realized that the disguise on his forehead had been damaged due to the intensity of the battle.
He pressed his fingers lightly on the damaged area, and Zhe Qing realized that this level of damage was not good and would be noticed. He glanced at Mu Meng and saw that she was sleeping peacefully with her eyes closed. He then pursed his lips and turned to the side, completely removing the disguise.
He placed the silver mask on his face beside him, focusing intently on repairing the thin, gossamer-like mask, when suddenly he heard someone call out to him from behind: "Brother."
The voice was clear and sweet, as if it had traveled back in time to a carefree era.
Zhe Qing's expression froze, her mouth slightly open, and the thin dagger in her hand fell silently to the ground.
His lips trembled incessantly, but no sound came out—those two simple words had rendered him speechless, as if the whole world had crumbled. At that moment, it seemed that nothing else existed in the world but the little girl behind him.
He seemed to have been silent for too long. Mu Meng tugged at his sleeve in confusion and shook him a couple of times. "Brother, why aren't you saying anything?"
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