Chapter 1: Guang Yao rewarded you with a kiss from me. Did you say thank you?
Everyone is destined to die.
You will die sooner or later.
Even if you are a monk, you can only live a little longer than others, but you will still die in the end.
"What are you afraid of?"
Ji Lingche asked himself silently.
…
She fell to the ground, coughing up blood, her hands shaking uncontrollably.
Every part of his body ached, his meridians were severed, his elixir was burned out, and every breath he exhaled felt like being burned by a raging fire.
She knew that her eventful life was about to come to an end.
She smiled coldly, swallowed the blood in her throat calmly, and with blood on her fingertips, she drew a teleportation circle on the ground with great difficulty: God damn it, enemies meet on a narrow road, I can die anywhere but not here -
Suddenly, a pair of snow-white boots with gold thread outline stepped heavily on her hand.
She looked down at the boots. The snow-white satin had a cool sheen, with a halo flowing on it, giving it a shimmering beauty.
These boots are spotless, as if they have never walked on the ground, and like their owner, have never stepped on mud.
She curled her lips and vomited a mouthful of blood onto the boots, instantly staining the snow-white satin with a large patch of bright red.
She frowned, hugged the slender legs fiercely, wiped all the dirty blood on her hands, and spat on the boots a few times, smearing them until they were unrecognizable before she stopped.
She let the blood from the corner of her mouth flow freely, raised her head, and smiled arrogantly: "So, why did you save me?"
"Why didn't you let me be devoured by the demons there, but brought me out of the Abyss of Eternal Abyss?"
Her face was pale, hanging on by a thread. Blood splattered all over her pale face, but her eyes were bright as if quenched by fire. "You wasted all this energy just to see me laugh at you and witness your enemy's death?"
Suddenly, there was a buzzing sound, and the green sword pointed directly at her throat, and blood flowed down her neck.
The man was dressed in white and had a golden crown. He was handsome, with elegant features, but his expression was cold.
At this moment, Ji Lingche saw undisguised hatred and... a faint anger in his eyes, which had always been calm.
Qu Wuji said, "In order to kill you with my own hands."
Ji Lingche thought it was ridiculous. She still said that Qu Wuji was mentally ill.
In order to reseal the Demon Lord, she self-ignited her golden elixir in the Abyss of Eternal Ashes. She was supposed to die there, sacrificing her life for the cause and achieving greatness.
Unexpectedly, when she was about to die, she was rescued by her old enemy who she had been hiding from for decades.
His reason was that if she died, he would not be able to kill his enemies.
…
"You still hate me so much?" Ji Lingche said with a mischievous smile.
The green sword pointing at her suddenly let out a wail from the sword spirit. Ji Lingche looked down at the sword and felt a sudden pain in his heart.
Qu Wuji's eyes were cold, as if the person he pointed at was already dead. He sneered, "How does it feel to be without your golden elixir?"
"Ji Lingche, tell me, shouldn't I hate you?"
Ji Lingche wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and smiled openly: "Forty years ago, I dissected your golden elixir alive. Since you hate me, I will compensate you with my life."
"I am now in dire straits. I do not distinguish between victors and losers."
"But..." She closed her eyes, her voice getting lower and lower, and she only chuckled softly, "Killing me, it seems you don't have a chance."
Her mind began to dissipate, and bits of her soul were constantly leaving her body.
Suddenly, she felt a chill on her neck, and her soul was suddenly pulled back. She opened her eyes, only to see Qu Wuji putting his hand on her neck, continuously injecting spiritual power into her, reshaping her spiritual veins inch by inch.
His spiritual power was piercing and sharp, constantly flowing through her body, diluting the burning heat of her golden elixir and making her suddenly wake up.
Ji Lingche held on to his last breath, forcing a smile and saying, "If you can't bear to see me die, just say it."
Qu Wuji leaned over and whispered in her ear, "If you dare to die before I kill you, I will definitely mutilate your corpse."
Ji Lingche: "...You mean, save me, heal me, and then kill me, and then you'll be satisfied? Happy?"
The man breathed deeply, leaned close to her, and spoke in a low and gentle voice: "Alan."
"I will make you pay back a thousandfold for the pain you caused me..."
Ji Lingche's sea of consciousness was buzzing, and he couldn't hear what Qu Wuji said. He tilted his head in annoyance, feeling as if his internal organs were crushed and he was in so much pain that he couldn't breathe.
Suddenly, she heard a soft crisp sound, the sound of something breaking. She vomited a mouthful of black blood and realized that the half of the jade pendant hanging on her heart was broken.
The jade pendant that connected her to her soul was broken.
She chuckled softly. As expected, her life was over. She wanted to ask for a resurrection scroll, but God didn't give it to her...
If you don’t want to give it to me, forget it.
Qu Wuji pressed her vital point and poured pure spiritual power into her.
Ji Lingche could no longer hold on and spat a mouthful of black blood directly onto Qu Wuji's white robe.
Qu Wu Ji took her into his arms, made a life-saving gesture, pressed her vitals, and actually gave her a new lease of life, keeping her alive regardless of anything.
He could no longer pretend to be calm, his chest heaving: "If you dare to die, I..."
Ji Lingche chuckled: "As you wish."
Qu Wuji's silver-white robe woven with silver and gold threads was extremely luxurious. She watched the blood slowly seep into it, as if a long-withered flower had bloomed.
What a beautiful robe, just like its precious owner...
unattainable.
Ji Lingche sneered.
As bright as the moon in the clouds?
Bullshit.
Is there anything else in this world that I, Lord Guanlan, cannot touch?
Ji Lingche just liked to let cold and fragile things fall into the dust and shatter into pieces.
Especially, this bitch in front of her who deliberately came to laugh at her.
Now that her time is up, she can no longer cut open his golden elixir and torture him.
But if he doesn't disgust this famous head of the family and trip him up on his path to becoming an immortal, how can he swallow his anger?
Ji Lingche's consciousness was scattered, but a malicious smile appeared on his face: "You hate me so much..."
Qu Wuji's expression changed a little, but before he could say anything, she raised her hand, gently placed her cold hand on his, and said in a gentle voice, "When a man is about to die, his words are kind. I have something to tell you."
Qu Wuji couldn't hear what she said. He hesitated for a moment, frowned and lowered his head.
Suddenly, Ji Lingche grabbed his neck tightly and bit his lips hard!
Qu Wu Ji was stunned, his breathing stagnated, and his mouth was full of fishy-sweet taste.
The wind was blowing so fast that time seemed to stand still for a moment.
Ji Lingche finally saw Qu Wuji's icy barrier shattering layer by layer. His whole body was trembling slightly, and a violent murderous intent was emerging in his eyes.
She patted his face hard and said with a happy smile, "This is a reward for you."
She covered his mouth, and Qu Wu Ji stared at her without blinking, his chest heaving violently.
Her breath was weak, but she smiled contemptuously and said, "Stop pretending."
"You keep saying you hate me, but you actually love me to death, right?"
"I'm about to die, so I'll let you fulfill your wish and kiss me—"
"Have you said thank you?"
There was still a trace of warmth on Qu Wu Ji's lips. He was so angry that he trembled and his hands shook.
She spat out a mouthful of blood, raised her hand and slapped Qu Wuji hard on the face.
The cold hand slid down, leaving a shocking blood mark on his jade-like face.
She looked into his eyes and said with a weary smile, "It's a pity that I didn't drag you to death with me."
With a crisp sound, the jade pendant on her chest completely shattered, slipped out of her clothes, and rolled into the mud.
If this person stomped his feet during his lifetime, the entire Immortal Alliance would tremble.
This scum who stirred up trouble died quietly.
…
The wind was still blowing on the edge of the cliff, but Qu Wu Ji did not move, still holding Ji Lingche in his arms.
Blood flowed from her limbs and bones, completely dyeing her silver-white robe bright red.
It then flowed onto the ground, staining the huge seal at the entrance to the Abyss of Eternal Abyss red.
Qu Wu Ji looked at her quietly. The corpse that he had preserved with his magic had a rosy complexion and normal body temperature, as if it was just asleep.
Her clear and thin face was reflected in his eyes along with the moonlight.
She had a pair of pure black eyes, and there seemed to be fireworks dancing in them forever, sometimes shimmering, sometimes cold. When she looked at him, she narrowed her eyes slightly with a sly smile.
He thought, a person whose heart was rotten from the inside out actually had a pair of eyes as pure as a cold pond.
But these eyes will never open again.
It's all your own fault.
Qu Wu Ji raised his hand and touched the corner of his mouth, where the warmth of her lip prints seemed to still be there.
He felt a chill.
A monster is a monster, a frivolous monster who is not worthy of being on the stage.
Why did she do that?
Why?
Why.
Qu Wu Ji clenched his hands, letting the broken jade pendant pierce into his flesh. Blood dripped from between his fingers and landed on the ground with a plop.
She was just trying to disgust me.
Whatever she did wasn't done to disgust me, and this was no exception.
Even death is disgusting.
Evil cultivators are evil cultivators, and they always play tricks on people's hearts.
Qu Wuji relaxed his brows and sneered.
His hand clenched even tighter, and the sharp jade almost melted into his flesh.
Ji Guanlan, you'd better be really dead.
Qu Wu Ji threw the bloody jade pendant away fiercely.
…
Ji Lingche finally died.
Although people don't know what exactly happened in the process.
But Qu Wuji's greatest enemy died, and he has no rivals in this world since then. The aristocratic families and immortal sects respect him as the most respected, so he should be very proud.
But he returned to Taihua Yuxu a while ago, closed the door to visitors, and has been in seclusion since then.
I heard from his junior fellow apprentice that on the day he returned, he glanced at the head apprentice from afar...
There was a hint of annoyance between his brows, and he looked very lonely. He walked slowly with his hands behind his back. The spiritual pressure around him was so terrifying that it forced the monks to stay hundreds of feet away from him.
As for what Qu Wu Ji was thinking, perhaps only he himself knew.
But after Ji Lingche died, the world gave her a unified evaluation:
You deserve it.
She didn't take the open and bright path to immortality, but chose to go to the muddy and difficult place.
What's more hateful is that this person is naturally intelligent, cunning and difficult to deal with. She has mastered the evil magic to perfection, and eventually became a powerful evil cultivator who can control the wind and rain.
He had plundered and killed countless monks over the years, but this time he died quietly—
He deserves it.
…
Just like that, the leakage of liquid stopped, and twenty years of life on earth passed in a flash.
Twenty years.
The immortals all discovered something unusual.
In the past twenty years, demons seem to be particularly quiet.
The terrifying prophecy of world destruction left by the demon lord has not been fulfilled?
No one connected all this with the death of the great evil cultivator.
During this time, Taihua Yuxu slaughtered several rebel families and fought several fierce battles with demons. Qu Wuji completely secured his position as the leader of the Immortal Alliance.
The name Ji Lingche, who was once feared by everyone, eventually returned to dust and was rarely mentioned.
Her art of summoning spirits, as the first evil art, was put aside and has never appeared again since her death.
No matter what kind of devil you are, no matter how glorious you were in the past, after your death, you are nothing but a demonic evildoer who is not worthy of being on the stage. All that is left for you is spit. In the end, the world sighs:
Evildoers will be punished by God.
It’s been twenty years, she won’t come back...right?
The author has something to say:
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Ji Lingche, courtesy name Guanlan
Qu Wuji, also known by his courtesy name Shang Zheng
Therefore, the characters in the text sometimes also call the protagonists Ji Guanlan, Qu Shangzheng
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