After that, Jiang Xun became the lowest-ranking ghost cultivator in the underworld. However, he was not of any extraordinary bloodline, so even though he was intelligent enough, his extremely ordinary physique had too many drawbacks in cultivation, causing his cultivation speed to slow down more and more.
It wasn't until the Ghost Emperor fell, the Underworld descended into chaos, and other powerful ghost cultivators began vying for territory that Jiang Xun was unexpectedly entangled by a black stone and obtained a cultivation manual. Only then did he completely defy fate and embark on a different path.
But in this world, most things that come into being often the case are that to gain one thing, you have to lose countless other things you already possess.
Because of that cultivation technique, Jiang Xun's physique changed, greatly increasing his cultivation speed. However, because of that technique, he could only spend most of his time in this world in the cycle of reincarnation.
In each reincarnation, he loses his memory and his original appearance, becoming a mortal. Moreover, his identity and temperament are different in each life. He has experienced everything from emperors to beggars.
In each cycle of reincarnation, only after his mortal body dies of old age will he regain his memories and remember his identity.
However, an accident occurred in this life when he became Jiang Huaixu.
Even though Jiang Huaixu is still alive in this life, he has awakened his original memories ahead of time and even resonated with the emotions of Jiang Huaixu's mortal body.
After his memories were awakened, he could clearly feel all the memories between Jiang Huaixu and Lu Fuyue, as if he had experienced them himself.
At first, he thought it was just because his memories had just awakened and had not yet fully recovered, which was why he had this illusion.
But the more he observed, the more he realized that things were not like that. Lu Fuyue was different to him, but he couldn't quite put his finger on why.
All he knew was that when he couldn't see her, he would suddenly think of her; when he saw her walking with another man, he would be insanely jealous of that man; and when he sensed that she was in danger, he would rush to her side without hesitation.
But when Jiang Xun finally understood his feelings for her, Lu Fuyue told him that she was devoted to the Dao and had long since severed all emotional ties!
...
Before long, the sea of lights swaying in the wind gradually dimmed, and the fireflies scattered across the sky.
The night sky in the underworld has no moon, and the daytime sky has no sun; there are only dark layers of gray mist.
However, the palace lanterns in Lu Fuyue and Jiang Xun's hands remained lit, and the dim yellow light shone on half of Lu Fuyue's profile, making her appear somewhat softer.
Lu Fuyue lowered her eyes and walked quietly forward, carrying the palace lantern.
Jiang Xun followed her at a leisurely pace, his gaze never leaving her face for even a moment. As he spoke, his voice grew softer and softer, gradually fading into the wind.
He even felt a desire to stay together until the end of time.
Lu Fuyue naturally noticed the gaze that was constantly fixed on her from the person beside her, and she could guess a thing or two about Jiang Xun's thoughts tonight.
However, since she couldn't reciprocate his feelings, she shouldn't give him hope; a straightforward rejection was enough to show her attitude.
She had already clearly rejected him last time, so presumably everything would return to normal after tonight.
...
This time, Jiang Xun's deal with Lu Fuyue was that she would spend the night with him in this place, and he would take her into the Ninth Level of Hell to get what she wanted.
Now, only one hour remains until the agreed-upon time ends.
Jiang Xun didn't speak again, and neither did Lu Fuyue. The two continued walking like that.
The surroundings were completely silent until the palace lanterns in their hands went out.
Jiang Xun lowered his eyes and glanced at the dim light in his hand. A dense, sharp pain shot through his heart. It was all over.
He finally stopped, looked up at Lu Fuyue's aloof back, paused, and then slowly said, "It's time to go back."
Lu Fuyue stopped walking upon hearing the sound and turned to look at him. In the thick gray fog, Jiang Xun's figure gradually became blurred, making it difficult to see clearly.
After the two returned to the palace, Jiang Xun said to Lu Fuyue, "Prepare well. The day after tomorrow, I will take you to the place you want to go."
Lu Fuyue nodded, looked up at him, and said, "Thank you."
Jiang Xun stared at her for a few seconds with deep eyes, then turned and left, leaving behind only the words, "The last thing I want to hear is your thank you."
A gentle breeze stirred a strand of Lu Fuyue's hair. She lowered her eyes and left without hesitation in the opposite direction.
At the city gate of Zhongdu, countless soldiers stood guard.
Suddenly, a woman wearing a red veil appeared out of thin air. She glanced at the large characters on the city gate, then looked away and gracefully walked into the city gate.
As soon as they reached the city gate, they were stopped by the cultivators guarding it. "Who are you from?"
The woman's lips curled slightly, but her eyes held an undisguised coldness. Her aura instantly expanded, and a terrifying pressure descended upon those people. "Are you blind? Take a good look at who I am!"
The gatekeepers sensed a familiar aura and oppressive aura, their faces turning deathly pale instantly. Their bodies trembled uncontrollably as they knelt on the ground, pleading, "Envoy, spare our lives! We did not know you were coming, and we have offended you. We beg your forgiveness."
Tens of thousands of years ago, after all the spider lilies on the banks of the River of Oblivion withered overnight, a messenger of the River of Oblivion appeared.
The River of Oblivion has also become her territory. Apart from ghosts who have just come from the mortal world and those who possess the Netherworld Token of the Netherworld City, anyone else who gets close to it will have their soul scattered and become nourishment for the other shore flowers.
The strength and status of the Envoy of the River of Oblivion are second only to those in the Underworld. How could these lowly ghost cultivators guarding the city gate dare to stop the Envoy of the River of Oblivion?
Granny Ghost glanced coldly at the ghost cultivators kneeling on the ground, raised her hand and withdrew her oppressive aura. After all, this was someone else's territory, especially Jiang Xun's territory. Even when beating a dog, one must consider its owner. Some things should not be done too excessively.
"If you do it again, don't blame me for being ruthless!"
"Yes, yes, thank you for sparing my life, thank you for sparing my life, envoy."
The old woman's gaze suddenly turned towards the direction of the royal palace, and then she disappeared from the starting point again.
...
These past few days, Lu Fuyue has been cultivating in her spatial realm, trying to recapture the wisp of profound meaning she almost grasped during her last cultivation session. However, no matter how she cultivates this time, she can't recapture that feeling from last time.
She frowned slightly, then lifted her eyelids. Sure enough, some things depend on timing and fate; once missed, it's hard to catch them again.
Just then, Lu Fuyue suddenly noticed the commotion outside the courtyard. Her expression changed slightly, and she turned around and left the space again.
As soon as she stepped out of the space, a powerful and terrifying force locked onto her.
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