Chapter 65 Ink Sprinkles Among Bamboo: Good and Evil Coexist (Part Two)...
Within the Spring City, the bright moonlight spills across the land, bringing the only light to this silent city.
But inside the four pillars, the people were still unaware of the darkness outside and were still fighting with the mortals guarding the pillars in order to escape.
He pondered for a moment and remembered this person, whom he had heard of when he was a young man traveling in the human world: the swordsman Li Changfeng.
With a thousand cups in hand, Li Changfeng, who cared little for the path to immortality, lowered his eyes, his expression conveying an indescribable peace and tranquility.
Like a sword that has been sharpened, its edge is gone, its heroic spirit greatly diminished, unable to swallow up rivers and mountains, unable to drink in the sun and moon, as if it would choke to death if it took another breath of fresh air.
As Ru Xian was making her judgment, she immediately thought of Lin Feiran. When Lin Feiran saw Li Changfeng ascend the Heavenly Pillar, she was filled with longing. If Lin Feiran were to see this scene...
He didn't know what she would do.
He collected his thoughts, crossed his arms, raised his eyes, and casually asked, "How do we get out? By fighting you head-on?"
"Fight?" Li Changfeng chuckled haltingly, his eyes blurry with drunkenness, and slightly disheveled hair swept across his face.
Before he could finish his sentence, he tilted his head back and took a sip.
“That’s called traveling.” Ru Xian wasn’t surprised, nor was she in the mood to reminisce with him. She simply asked, “How do you get out?”
Li Changfeng took a sip, burped, and casually drew the longsword he was sitting on, thrusting it straight down: "Although I don't know how you got into Chuncheng, you probably don't have the 'List of Beauties,' so why stop me? Just leave."
Seeing him bring the sword over, Ru Hai's eyes narrowed slightly, and she said, "Can't you smell such a strong stench of blood? This isn't like you."
Perhaps it was seeing an old friend that made Li Changfeng unusually silent. After a long while, he said, "Now I am no longer a swordsman, nor do I have the energy to care about worldly affairs. In the past, I was too serious and did not understand the principle that it is better to be confused in worldly matters. There is no need to be on the mountain instead of down there. Weigh everything and consider the pros and cons of everything... Enough. You are a demon lord, so how can you understand my feelings? Today, what can relieve my worries? Only wine. The ancients were right."
"A demon lord?"
Ru Xian glanced sideways, gave a wry smile, and upon hearing the nauseating words "Your Excellency," completely lost any desire to reminisce. She simply stepped onto her longsword, the corners of her golden and white robes billowing in the wind as she soared towards the sky.
The world is cold and indifferent; how long can blood remain warm? Just like water and sand cutting through jade, at first the edges and corners are sharp, but looking back, they have completely changed.
After passing Tianzhu and landing on the ground, he headed north as promised. At first, the streets and alleys were quiet and deserted, but after walking for a while, he began to hear some noises. He didn't pay any attention to them, only glancing at them sideways before continuing on his way.
When the four pillars fell, they shattered many houses and destroyed high walls, leaving only broken walls and ruins.
He chose the highest spot, leaped up, and sat there, his robes billowing as if he were about to ride the wind away.
This was not only because he preferred to be in a high place, but also because the place was conspicuous and would be easy to spot if someone came looking for him.
Unable to sleep due to the darkness of night, he could only watch with his eyes open as some people emerged from the Heavenly Pillar, their faces beaming with joy, ready to unleash their skills.
He looked at each face, but none of them were the most dull-looking.
People passing by the ruins were drawn to the flowing robes hanging down. Looking up, they were met with a pair of cool eyes. At first, it felt like entering a clear spring, but after a moment, it felt like falling into an ice cellar. They were terrified and felt that they had been rude, so they subconsciously bowed and apologized.
"I was unaware that you were here. I apologize for any offense I may have caused."
Ru Xian didn't even bother to respond. He only glanced at the person before looking away and turning to look behind him, where two people were slowly approaching.
This place is indeed eye-catching, but it doesn't attract the people he wants to see; instead, people he doesn't want to see keep appearing one after another.
He glanced at the two of them, finally stopping on Xie Kanhua: "Is there something you need?"
Xie Kanhua remained expressionless, but the tight grip on the silk strings betrayed his embarrassment. He bluntly stated, "...We are here to carry out punishments."
"discipline?"
After a few words, Ru Xian understood the whole story, but then said, "The few people in prison are stupid and vicious. They can't think of a solution, so they want to use my flesh and blood to pave a way for them to survive. In this situation, is it wrong to turn against them?"
Xie Kanhua remained silent, but Hanshan Jun beside him said, "Whether there is any fault or not is not for you or me to determine. There are four sacrificial officials in this secret realm. Apart from guarding the pillars, I am responsible for maintaining order, Lord Murong is responsible for judgment, and Senior Xie and Senior Sword Master are responsible for assisting in the punishment. After we take you back, whether or not to carry out the punishment will be decided by Lord Murong."
Ru Xian glanced at him quietly: "What if I insist on staying here?"
Xie Kanhua sighed, "Then I will take you back by force."
Just as Ru Xian was about to speak, she heard the thin young man say, "Given your special status, you will not be an obstacle to the Flying Flower Gathering. When the decision is made, I will notify your sworn master to be present."
"Of course, if you don't go, I'll summon her now. With Fei Hua's group, she'll likely have to stop here."
Then his slightly parted lips suddenly closed, and he rose up from the ruins. The night wind stirred, ruffling his long hair and the corners of his robe, revealing the hidden golden ring: "What arrogance! Do you think that only four priests can use spiritual power within this Spring City?"
He spoke, and a strange tone escaped indistinctly. As the sound faded, several spiritual ropes shot out swiftly. Han Shanjun immediately turned and retreated, drawing an ink brush from his waist and writing a seal script character for "retreat" in a single stroke.
The thick ink gathered and moved away, stopping the spirit rope halfway, but because it was not timely enough, the spirit rope struck the side of the face, and a finger-length red mark appeared on the cheek in an instant.
He narrowed his eyes slightly and said, "Some things, even if you know you shouldn't say them, are best swallowed back down. Trying to use both kindness and force will only provoke me."
Han Shan Jun frowned slightly, his eyes filled with surprise and doubt. Even Xie Kan Hua's usually expressionless face showed a hint of loss: "This formation was personally set up by a sage. How did you break it?"
Ru Xian remained silent, gazing intently at the towering pillars in all directions. After a few breaths, she suddenly changed her mind: "I can go with you, but once she leaves the pillars, you must bring her here."
These words didn't sound like a command, but their unyielding tone made it impossible to refuse.
Having spent some time with him and understanding his character, Xie Kanhua agreed, saying, "Of course. In fact, our place of imprisonment is also a flower shop. If she wants to collect flowers, she has to come here."
Ru Xian immediately grasped the key point: "Where is she being held? You mean, she has to come and rescue me?"
"It's not really about saving him..." Xie Kanhua thought of the silver fish thrown into the stream, then changed the subject and nodded, "That's a valid way to think about it."
The restless wind suddenly stopped, and the snowflakes descended from the ruins, calmly looking at the two: "Lead the way."
Since I have to wait for her anyway, instead of idly gazing at the moon here, I might as well do something.
Xie Kanhua: "..."
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The ink sways in the wind, and the drizzle falls softly.
The light, fragrant raindrops fell on the surface of the bamboo leaves, forming a light gray watermark that clung to the tip of the leaf before falling and landing squarely on Lin Feiran's upturned face.
Murong Qiudi met her gaze. Her light-colored pupils showed no unusual color, only calmness. She was sizing up this girl whose face was expressionless but whose heart was already boiling.
She was resentful and indignant for a life that had passed away indifferently and unnoticed by anyone.
But what could she do?
Upon closer examination, this Flying Flower Gathering was nothing more than a secret trial orchestrated by the Holy Spirits. Within this secret realm lay both blessed lands and exquisite treasures, as well as hidden dangers, where fortune and misfortune were intertwined.
But as she gazed at the decapitated corpse, she touched the hilt of her sword, closed her eyes slightly, and said, "Why are you looking at me?"
The girl's eyes were clear and gentle, yet they held a sharp edge: "I'm looking at your expression right now. So you're also feeling reluctant."
Murong Qiudi looked straight at him: "Although I feel reluctant, I am not saddened. This is the law."
The room fell silent for a moment. When Murong Qiudi spoke, even the bearded men dared not make any rash moves or interrupt her. They could only suppress their murderous intent and keep their eyes fixed on Lin Feiran.
Everyone else stared at her. Pei Yu looked closely and pondered. Qiu Tong also looked at her strangely, feeling a sense of familiarity. Even Xun Fang seemed to sense something and felt a sudden displeasure rising in her heart, her brows furrowing.
Wei Changzai simply stood to one side, his eyes deep and serene, silently reflecting her figure.
Suddenly, a surge of heat rose in his heart, his emotions fluctuating wildly, sometimes fast, sometimes slow, like violent waves crashing against rocks, or like a swirling stream overflowing the shore. It was all her thoughts, feelings, and ideas that came to him, surging over his dull pain like a tide.
His eyelashes trembled slightly; he understood this fluctuation all too well. He raised his hand and took down the shimmering light he carried behind him. He could feel that it wanted to be drawn for her once more.
The Mohe River surged and rolled, and the headless body lay diagonally on the bank, suddenly falling silent.
Seeing this, the scholar on the opposite bank became even more confident. He felt that these cultivators were no better than sick chickens without their cultivation techniques. He could no longer restrain himself. Seeing Pei Yu riding his horse on the right, he summoned another wooden celestial horse to compete with it, while he went around to the left, preparing to cross the river from the left.
The burly man was both surprised and delighted. As he laughed, he glanced at Lin Feiran with a sinister look. Just as he was about to take a step forward, she suddenly attacked, drawing her snow sword from her hand and swiftly moving away.
Because she was too fast and too accurate, no one could react in time. A flash of light streaked across the sky, and before it even cut through the drizzle, the big man's wrist was severed. A gush of thick ink gushed out, soaking into half of his black robe, and disappeared.
As the sword passed, the snow sword hummed once more, as if an old friend had finally returned.
"Ah!" The burly man's scream was so fierce that it jolted the crowd out of their reverie. He glared at Lin Feiran, his eyes bloodshot, but like a pawn that had crossed the river, he could not retreat and could only endure the blow. "Qi Nu, kill her! Kill her quickly!"
The bearded man on the opposite bank was shocked and gritted his teeth, saying, "Qi Nu, we can't delay! Now that we've given you the supply wagon, you can roam the chessboard freely. We can't give up now. Kill the king and win immediately!"
They had a limited number of flower tokens, and they needed to save a few for when they left Tianzhu. They couldn't waste them all on that girl!
In an instant, the battle became chaotic again. The cold-faced woman wielding the giant sword stopped fighting the other Lin Feiran, turned around, entered the chessboard on the opposite bank, crossed it horizontally, and headed towards Chen Qi from the other side.
She was extremely agile. With a yellow talisman attached to her greatsword, lightning flashed and the wind was fierce. Such skills would make her stand out even among mortals, if she was not a cultivator!
She came on fiercely, surrounded by purple lightning and blue light, heading straight for Shen Qi. Upon seeing this, he took out his ink brush and grabbed his satchel to defend himself. On either side of him, Xun Fang, the strategist who was supposed to protect the king, saw this and her pupils shrank, and she dared not take a step forward. Qiu Tong, who was also a strategist, was also afraid. She drew her long sword from her waist and was about to step forward when she was stopped by someone.
Qiu Tong stopped and looked over; it was the girl named Wen Ran who had called out to her.
Lin Feiran was right next to Xun Fang, acting as Fei Tian's divination partner. Just as Qi Nu was about to step onto the ninth square of the chessboard to face Chen Qi, she happened to step onto the correct position of the ninth palace. Upon seeing this, Lin Feiran immediately rushed out.
She has two alter egos, both of which are chariots, and the current divination image is herself.
So she drew her disciple's sword from her waist without hesitation, using her light sword to deflect the heavy sword, and forced Qi Nu back. However, the lightning on the heavy sword surged up her arm and made her numb.
Seeing that Qi Nu had summoned the Book of Beauties again, Lin Feiran did not hesitate and drew his sword again, interrupting her spellcasting.
The battle had begun, and lives were at stake; the group was no longer as tentative and cautious as before.
In an instant, two celestial horses neighed and came from the opposite bank, while the other two soldiers slowly stepped forward. Pei Yu's true body rode the horses, while his clone crossed the Ink River and went straight into the enemy camp, where he positioned himself at the edge, killed the puppet celestial horses, and began to fight with the bearded man.
If there is only one dazzling person on the chessboard, it can only be her, Pei Yu!
She glanced back at Lin Feiran, raised the reins high, and thrust out her sword with equal speed, forcing the thin scholar to retreat several steps, unable to use the flower token for the time being.
Qi Nu and Lin Feiran were still locked in combat. The light sword was at a disadvantage against the heavy sword, but in the end, Lin Feiran was faster and had the upper hand.
Just as they were being repelled, Qi Nu summoned the Compendium of Flowers from a short distance away. She pulled out a bunch of fragrant orchids from the compendium, and the fragrance of the orchids remained the same. She then struck the giant sword fiercely. Suddenly, Qi Nu seemed to have become a different person. Her swordsmanship was superb, and she was no less skilled than Lin Feiran.
Where the giant sword swept, purple lightning and blue light flashed, and a long sword like a thunder serpent shot out, heading straight for Lin Feiran. The sword technique used by Qi Nu was the extremely famous sword technique of the Gan Dao, which was also the Divine Palace Six Strike that Lin Feiran used when he fled the mountain.
Lin Feiran immediately turned around, her disciple's sword flashing out to protect Chen Qi behind her. She was alone, and she had to block the lightning sword while also facing the Qi woman who was raising her sword. It was quite a challenge for her.
Just as she was about to miss it, the lightning snake shot out, and Qiu Tong immediately stood diagonally in front of Chen Qi. She met Lin Feiran's gaze, then suddenly looked away, saying only, "You just focus on what's ahead."
Lei Jian drifted, one sword met Qiu Tong's gaze, and three swords were blocked by Lin Feiran. Qi Nu seized the opportunity to press forward again, her gaze sharpening as she aimed directly at Lin Feiran's neck. Suddenly, it was as if a gust of snow wind blew by, chilling her spine and making her shudder.
With a clanging sound, the massive blade that had been pressed down collided with a dark sword.
She turned her gaze and immediately met a pair of dark eyes.
Wei Changzai also turned around, his ink blade flashing. He glanced at Lin Feiran and then engaged in a fierce battle with her and Lei Jian.
He and Lin Feiran had a tacit understanding for many years. Now, after a long time, they were fighting together against the enemy. His heart was filled with a sense of fullness and contentment. Without realizing it, his eyebrows relaxed and his lips were slightly pursed. Apart from the person beside him, he could not feel anything else.
Seeing that no one was paying attention to him, the big man was furious, but he was constrained by his status as an infantryman and had no choice but to move forward step by step.
To drive the spectrum, the fingers must touch together. Now that one of his hands has been destroyed, how is this any different from cutting off his wings? He will definitely make that woman pay the price!
Seeing the burly man approaching step by step, Lin Feiran's mind raced. Instead of using her remaining two clones, she focused her attention on having them fight the two puppets.
In an instant, Lin Feiran kicked the giant blade, flipped over and grabbed the edge of the blade, and with her other hand she grabbed the big man's shoulder. A soft sound rang out, and the next moment, thunder and wind raged, lifting the hem of her clothes and the ends of her hair, revealing a pair of eyes that were suppressing their anger.
Streaks of white light rose from her arm and flashed past. After a moment of silence, a series of deafening booms rang out, like sparks exploding. Blossoms of dark blood bloomed and seeped into her black robes before disappearing.
Murong Qiudi was startled and stood up, her eyes showing surprise. Not only her, but even the cultivators watching from the observation platform began to whisper among themselves.
"How...how could she use magic?!"
"Who is this? Such an extraordinary person, I've never heard of him before!"
“This person…we saw a similar spiritual light when we attended the Little Immortal Gathering before. It was that light that blew up Liuzhu Pavilion!”
"Has no one noticed? We've been watching them for quite a while now. Does the Sage really enjoy watching this place? Is it because Consort Wei and Pei Yu are here?"
Zhang Chunhe also watched from the sidelines. When he heard about the destruction of Liuzhu Pavilion, he remained unmoved. He didn't even study Lin Feiran's "technique." His gaze was entirely focused on Wei Changzai and Qiu Tong.
He carefully observed Qiu Tong, who was so exhausted that she bent over and panted, and Wei Changzai, who was completely unaware and fighting alongside others. He looked at his calm eyes and seemed to be deep in thought.
Ding Yi and Lin Zhengqing looked in this direction and asked, "During the Little Immortal Gathering, someone took the Iron Khitan Book from within the Sword Realm. Was it her?"
Lin Zhengqing simply said, "I don't know, it doesn't look like it."
Ding Yi glanced at him suddenly: "Is there something you don't know? I heard that the person who took the cinnabar book was Lin Lang's orphan, Lin something, I can't remember."
Lin Zhengqing remained expressionless, seemingly genuinely unaware: "Lin Lang's orphan has been expelled from the mountain gate and is now wandering aimlessly. How could he possibly have the ability to take the elixir?"
Ding Yi remained noncommittal, his brows relaxed: "I am only pleased that the human race can produce such a great talent."
Lin Zhengqing did not answer, but only looked down.
Mr. Ge Bu of the Imperial Academy opened the Qingyun Ranking List. Above Wei Changzai, who was at the top of the list, there was a line of small characters. At the end of the small characters were the three characters Lin Feiran.
He looked into the mirror, tapping his pen lightly, lost in thought.
The crowd reacted with a variety of expressions, some surprised, some thoughtful, while the demon race seemed worried, creating a somewhat somber atmosphere.
Xun Feifei and the others naturally knew what this was.
Biqing asked worriedly, "Can her spiritual veins withstand such a barrage of spiritual violence?"
Xuanzhen squatted down and leaned on the railing, her face slightly somber, and shook her head: "I don't know."
The so-called "spiritual burst" refers to the pure but unretainable spiritual power released by Lin Feiran when he guided spiritual energy back into his spiritual veins during his breathing exercises. It does not need to be released through cultivation techniques.
But all of this comes at the cost of suddenly expanding and squeezing the spiritual veins. It's not difficult to blow up a person, but it's no easy task to face someone in this situation!
Lin Feiran was completely unaware of what people outside the mirror were saying; she was focused solely on unleashing her Spirit Storm.
The two men were torn and bleeding, and fainted, unable to get up again.
However, all of this did not stop. Lin Feiran released her hand, and her body was still filled with chaotic spiritual light. She turned to look at Murong Qiudi, her whole body was white and bursting with thick ink. A few drops of ink splashed onto her fair face, and a few strands of resentment flowed out.
"When sword intent is cultivated to a certain point, a unique sword realm will be generated. However, this is not unique to sword cultivation. Every flower, leaf, blade of grass, and tree is a world."
There was once a sage who loved chrysanthemums above all else. He saw the three thousand worlds between the flowers and leaves. No matter how vast the world was, it was not as expansive as this clump of wild chrysanthemums. Therefore, he created a technique called "The World Loses Its Color".
There is nothing left of heaven and earth, only the scene before your eyes. This ink-wash world is what you see, uniquely black and white, with the only gray being the gentle, cleansing rain.
Upon hearing this, Pei Yu and the others snapped out of their daze from the spiritual storm and turned to look at Murong Qiudi, their thoughts unsettled.
Murong Qiudi scrutinized her closely, inwardly amazed, thinking to herself what a clever and unconventional method of controlling spirits she had used. However, she did not show it on her face, only a hint of inquiry in her expression. Her expression just now reminded her of an old friend.
“You’ve read a lot of books, you even know that the world has lost its color. If I were you, I would have blown their skulls open in my anger just now, instead of just letting them faint. These people are prisoners under my guard, their crimes are heinous, and they deserve to die.”
Lin Feiran said, "But the one who just died was not a prisoner."
Murong Qiudi leaped down from the bamboo and stood on the edge of the chessboard: "So what? You are angry because in your eyes, the good have passed away and the evil have survived. But who is good and who is evil is not so simple."
You don't understand this monk, just as I don't understand you. In my eyes, the only difference between you and these prisoners is that one has been judged and the other has not.
Just then, Lin Feiran suddenly remembered what Gu Buhui had said: "The struggle between the strong and the weak, the debate between good and evil in the world has been going on for a long time and there is still no conclusion. How can you, as an individual, make a judgment?"
How is this determined? Who determines it?
She raised her hand and pointed, and everyone looked. The headless corpse was covered in ink, and his unique "List of Beauties" was scattered on one side. The brocade cloth was stained black, and the jade talisman with his name hanging below suddenly shattered. In an instant, a yellow and white autumn chrysanthemum grew out of the flesh and swayed quietly.
The scene was so bizarre and terrifying that Shen Qi and Qiu Tong looked away at the same time, unable to bear to look any longer. The rest of the people stared straight at it, and even the bearded man and the thin scholar showed some surprise.
So this Flower Token can also be obtained through plunder and killing; no wonder cultivators are forbidden from killing each other…
Understanding her unspoken meaning, the thin scholar's eyes flashed with a sharp light. He spurred his horse and galloped diagonally, reaching straight for the woman. Before his hand arrived, a long sword slashed horizontally, drawn by Pei Yu, who was riding alongside him.
She rode her horse across three different spots, eventually reaching the area where the corpses were scattered, determined to win the first flower award!
Not only her, but also the bearded man on the other side of the river, walked to the bank. Although he could not cross the river, he unfolded the "Compendium of Flowers", picked up a fiery red Danruo flower, and went straight towards the swaying river.
During the fierce battle, no one paid attention to the dead cultivator, nor did anyone look at Lin Feiran anymore.
Hooves trampled, and swords flashed across the corpses. Suddenly, a flash of inspiration appeared, and Lin Feiran, her clone, had already reached the crowd's blades. She twirled her greatsword, shaking the surrounding horses back several steps. Then she reached out and plucked the wild chrysanthemum, gazing at it quietly.
Existence and non-existence give rise to each other; difficulty and ease complement each other; long and short define each other; high and low depend on each other; sound and voice harmonize with each other; front and back follow each other. Thus, good and evil accompany each other, just like the two poles of yin and yang, blending and giving rise to each other.
At the bridgehead in Chuncheng, Gu Buhui told her: "Forget the greater good, forget fear, forget boundaries. The only thing you need to remember is yourself."
At first she didn't understand, but now she has some insight. She was too fixated on the word "chivalry" and thus could not become a chivalrous person. She cared too much about the distinction between good and evil and thus could not do good at all.
"Killing one person is to save one person. To be the killer is evil, to be the saver is good. The two are inherently interdependent..."
She loosened her grip, and the cluster of wild chrysanthemums rolled into the Ink River, never to be found again.
The skinny scholar stared in disbelief, his breath catching in his throat. He cried out in a trembling voice, "Are you insane! This is a wild chrysanthemum, a magical treasure capable of opening up a world of its own, which you can then rule!"
Murong Qiudi suddenly said, "The rules of the battle are such, and there are still constraints. If you break this chessboard—look at the people beside you, look into their eyes. To seize the flower, they will only raise their swords and will not stop. At that time, the strength and weakness will be different, and blood will still flow everywhere. You will be aiding and abetting evil!"
Lin Feiran glanced at her sideways and said softly, "So what? There is no one else in this world but me. I wanted to make a move, so I did."
As soon as he finished speaking, everyone even faintly sensed a surge of spiritual energy rising and entering his body. A white light shot past, becoming increasingly fierce and violent, actually shattering the ink lines on the chessboard. Like a boulder falling into an ink vat, thick ink splashed everywhere, causing the earth to shake and the mountains to tremble. It had an overwhelming and unstoppable force!
She actually wants to blow this place up completely and overturn the game!
The deafening roar continued, not only affecting the black ink-like objects but also causing Pei Yu and the thin scholar to be thrown off their feet by the spiritual explosion.
In a vast expanse of ink, the soft armor on everyone's bodies was removed, the tall horses dispersed, and even the swaying ink bamboo around them was melted by the fine rain, dripping down and condensing into a patch of dried ink marks.
The color loss of heaven and earth is a type of magic array. Any array can be broken by destroying its core, allowing one to escape.
In this ink-painted world, the core of the formation is the drizzling rain that envelops everything. It is neither black nor white, but only a faint gray. Good and evil are intertwined, and this is probably the color of that rain.
The drizzle gathered into an ink-black river, the chessboard exploded, and the sand, like a wisp of smoke, lingered in the air for a moment as if drawn with a dry brush, before gently falling back into the river, burying the seemingly surging waves.
The ink-black rain ceased, and the sky emerged.
As the wisps of smoke dissipated, they returned to the flying island. Everyone looked intently and saw Lin Feiran bend down, pick up a head, slowly walk to the side of the mutilated corpse, and put the head down.
The jade talisman that once hung on the list of beauties has been destroyed. Apart from knowing that he was a disciple of the Lu family, his name is no longer known.
In the stillness of the night, she coughed a few times, wiped the bright red blood from her lips, picked up the tattered and curled flower, and placed it in the corpse's arms.
Not only was the island silent, but everyone outside the island and inside the viewing platform was also speechless.
With tears in their eyes, Biqing and Xuanzhen looked at Lin Feiran's injuries and were at a loss for words.
Suddenly, the image flashed, and everyone only saw Lin Feiran walking towards Murong Qiudi. The next moment, however, it transformed into a scene of disciples from some unknown sect fighting in the city.
Xun Feifei was taken aback, then turned to look at the location of the Holy Spirit. This viewing platform was exactly what they had imagined and seen. The sudden change must mean something was amiss.
As everyone's gaze swept over, the Holy Spirits remained silent. The leader sat quietly, while the other Holy Spirits silently rose, and with a flash of inspiration, left the viewing platform.
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On the flying island, the bearded man suddenly came to his senses. He first pointed at Lin Feiran and cursed her, then looked at Murong Qiudi with a resentful expression and said, "Lord Murong, how do you explain this! She overturned the chessboard halfway through the game. She must be punished!"
Murong Qiudi ignored her, but glanced at Lin Feiran and stroked the hilt of her sword, saying, "What do you mean by how it's calculated? She naturally wins this round."
The skinny scholar gritted his teeth and stepped forward, his cheekbones bulging: "Why should I!"
Murong Qiudi turned around and looked at her, her expression stern and cold, showing no favoritism: "The chessboard has been overturned, and your king has fallen. According to the rules, she should win."
The two exclaimed and turned around, only to see that the boy they had chosen as "king" had already been knocked to the ground by the explosion, and was now unconscious and unable to move.
"A trick! This is clearly a trick!" the bearded man cried out indignantly. "He's not dead! The king is not dead!"
Lin Feiran said in a hoarse voice, "How else do you want to compete? I'm ready to play along."
The bearded man, upon seeing her expression, felt a tremor in his heart, swallowed his words, and stared at her with only a venomous look in his eyes.
Pei Yu stared intently at Lin Feiran, a surge of anger rising within her—the displeasure of having her limelight stolen. She strode away, drawing her long sword, and declared, "Then I'll send him on his way, a fair and square victory!"
"Enough!" Murong Qiudi spoke up, looking at the group. "The game is over, there's no point in saying more. You all stay here, I'll take them to the disciplinary office to get the flower tokens."
After saying that, she flicked a bright mirror from her waist. After forming a hand seal and performing an incantation, the mirror suddenly expanded to the size of a round platform, big enough to carry several people.
Pei Yu stepped in first, but her expression wasn't good. Qiu Tong looked at Lin Feiran suspiciously, and then suddenly realized what was going on.
Shen Qi was overjoyed, but seeing Lin Feiran collecting the body, he went to help. He didn't even notice that he bumped into Wei Changzai and just kept talking to Lin Feiran.
"..."
In the silence, Wei Changzai bent down and picked up the shimmering droplets from the ground.
When Lin Feiran's clone disappeared, Lianyan was also left behind. When he picked it up, it hummed slightly, as if telling him about the bitterness of being abandoned again.
So he silently stepped onto the mirror, standing behind Lin Feiran and Shen Qi, constantly stroking the sword hilt in his palm, but his expression remained unchanged.
Mingjing leaped into the air and headed straight for the sky. On the way, Lin Feiran caught a faint, cold scent like snow. She turned around and saw Wei Changzai covered in wounds.
Her robes were covered in cuts, and blood seeped out, staining the pale blue Taoist robes red and black. Subconsciously, she glanced in the direction where Qiu Tong was.
Qiu Tong stood not far away, a few people apart from Wei Changzai. Although she frequently looked over, she did not make any move, only pursing her lips and remaining silent... There seemed to be a considerable distance between the two.
Lin Feiran felt strange, but didn't think much of it.
Wei Chang was injured while saving her. Now that they are strangers who have just met, she should not ignore his help, both morally and logically.
"Thank you for your help earlier."
Lin Feiran took the initiative to speak, and Wei Changzai's eyelashes twitched, as if a statue had come to life. His dark eyes looked at him, and after a moment of silence, he said, "It's just a small favor."
Lin Feiran looked away: "You were injured while saving me, I can't just ignore it. However, I don't have much medicine left. I gave the rest to a friend, and I'll go find him after we get out, and then I'll give you the medicine."
Wei Chang was taken aback, not expecting her to say that. He gripped the shimmering sword in his hand and said softly, "Alright... I'll go with you."
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