Chapter 42 Master...look at me...I haven't given it to you yet...
Shen Que was in a terrible panic. Ignoring the sharp pain in his chest, he forced himself to stand up and stumbled towards the direction he felt he was heading amidst the cheers of the crowd.
Nangong Chen noticed his movements and wondered where Junior Brother Shen was going, even though the demonic beasts had been dealt with. He had to stop him, otherwise he wouldn't be able to explain it to his Uncle, who had entrusted him with taking good care of Junior Brother Shen.
His legs were clearly better than Shen Que's; he caught up with Shen Que in a few steps. He tried to pull him, but couldn't budge him. He paused for a moment, then asked, "Junior Brother Shen, where are you going?"
Shen Que's consciousness was somewhat confused. He just felt panicked and wanted to find his master to make sure she was alright.
"I'm going to find my master!"
Shen Que's voice was trembling with sobs. Nangong Chen had never seen him like this before. In his memory, Junior Brother Shen was always steady and reliable. How could he be like this now... He stared at him, his eyes red-rimmed, like a frightened rabbit.
He was helpless. His senior uncle must have something important to do right now. How could he be so easy to find? Why was he searching aimlessly, especially since he was all alone? Wasn't he afraid of something unexpected happening? Why was his junior brother Shen not thinking straight?
He said, "I'll go with you." After saying that, he adjusted the sword at his waist and prepared to go with Shen Que.
Shen Que wanted to refuse at first, but then he thought that having more people meant having more help, so he nodded.
He was confused. Even if Jiang Yuemian was in danger, if she couldn't handle it, what use would the two of them be?
Hearing Shen Que agree, Nangong Chen breathed a sigh of relief. Fortunately, his junior brother Shen was not stubborn, which put him at ease. He then turned to Nangong Sheng and the others in the group and said something before the two set off.
Shen Que had a strong sense of purpose. He had an intuition that his master was in the direction he was going. The two of them were now in the forest, and looking ahead, they saw a desert.
Nangong Chen cautiously used his sword to break open the last gap in the forest, and the two stood at the entrance to the desert.
The loess soil flies into the sky, yet it is rich in spiritual energy; it's just so strange.
Before Nangong Chen could say anything, Shen Que felt a sharp pain in his chest. Unable to bear it, he knelt down and coughed up blood again.
"Junior Brother Shen!" Nangong Chen exclaimed in surprise.
Shen Que raised his hand to wipe the blood from the corner of his mouth, his voice hoarse: "I'm fine."
But he didn't seem to be alright at all, and Nangong Chen was worried. What should he do?
Just then, the mournful cries of hundreds of birds filled the sky, causing Chen Que to pause in his movements.
The cries of a hundred birds signify the fall of a great being, Master...
He quickly got up; he needed to find his master as soon as possible, even though he already had some suspicions.
"Junior Brother Shen, it can't be." Nangong Chen spoke up. It couldn't be his martial aunt. His martial aunt was a Mahayana cultivator. She wouldn't be in trouble. But even thinking about it, he couldn't be sure.
Meanwhile, those outside also noticed the chirping of hundreds of birds, wondering which great being had fallen.
Sang Yi, covered in wounds and dragging her heavy body, had just escaped from a man in black robes. She looked toward the source of the sound.
Xiao Mingjue and the others from Liwen Palace also looked towards the source of the sound. It couldn't be Xiao Wu, it definitely couldn't be.
Those outside the Shannan Sect were also watching the sounds coming from the secret realm. The water mirror had long been broken, and they couldn't guess who had fallen. They hoped it wasn't someone they knew.
......
Shen Que and Nangong Chen had been walking in the desert for a long time. Nangong Chen was about to give up. The spiritual energy in the desert was too rich. He was too familiar with this spiritual energy. His eyes were a little red. He looked at Shen Que's stubborn back with some reluctance.
He walked step by step with difficulty, but he persevered because he had his beliefs.
Suddenly, Shen Que sped up, turning from a brisk walk into a sprint. He ran forward with long strides, as if he had discovered something.
Nangong Chen gritted his teeth and chased after him with all his might.
Just as he was about to catch up, Chen Que suddenly stopped running. He slowed down, but his body seemed to be bent over by a boulder. He couldn't straighten his back, and his legs had no strength. He could only move forward slowly, very slowly.
Because there was a small black dot in front of Shen Que, he stared at it intently, and then his pupils suddenly contracted...
Shen Que had moved very close; he had finally reached the small black dot.
Shen Que couldn't believe it at first. Before he even touched it, his scalding tears fell onto the back of his hand. The tears were hot, but his heart was cold.
Looking at Jiang Yuemian's corpse, Jiang Yuemian's expression was peaceful, but he dared not make a move. There were too many swords stuck in Jiang Yuemian's body, and he was afraid of hurting her.
He could only use the lightest of his strength to gently move Jiang Yuemian's body into his arms, just as he had done before when he had playfully placed his head on Jiang Yuemian's knees, letting Jiang Yuemian's head rest on his shoulder.
He couldn't speak; his voice choked with emotion whenever he tried. He could only gently hug his beloved from behind.
Nangong Chen was already behind him. He didn't speak, nor did he know what to say. His martial uncle, the number one person in the world, lay quietly in his disciple's arms, his body riddled with arrows.
"Uncle-Master..."
Shen Que couldn't hear anything else; all he knew was that his master's body was very cold, and he wanted to warm him up. He took off his outer garment, intending to cover Jiang Yuemian with it, but found that the garment couldn't cover Jiang Yuemian at all.
Ah, the sword is lifting up my clothes.
Shen Que finally couldn't hold back anymore, and tears welled up in her eyes instantly: "Master...you...look at me..."
Nangong Chen also wiped away his tears, turned his back, and couldn't bear to look anymore.
"Master...I...I haven't celebrated your birthday yet..."
"You said you wanted me to celebrate your birthday..."
"If you do this... I'll hate myself for the rest of my life..."
Shen Que pressed his head against Jiang Yuemian's, but this time Jiang Yuemian could no longer respond to him.
"Master...look at me..."
Shen Que gently kissed Jiang Yuemian's forehead, tears dripping onto Jiang Yuemian's face. He looked at Jiang Yuemian expectantly, hoping she would comfort him and say, "Ah Que, don't cry, be good."
Chen Que's gaze remained fixed, but soon, the light in his eyes disappeared, and he realized the reality: his lover seemed to have fallen asleep.
Shen Que stopped crying, because if she cried too much, her master would worry again.
Yes, it's too cold here, Master will be unhappy, he has to take Master back.
Shen Que, in a daze, first placed Jiang Yuemian's body on the ground, then half-knelt down and picked her up. He dared not move the sword on her body, so he could only carry her back like this. He slowly walked forward.
"Junior Brother Shen—"
He couldn't stop; he wanted to take his master back to their home.
He was afraid of bumping into his master, so he walked very steadily.
Shen Que was so conspicuous that people quickly noticed him and were about to greet him when they saw the person in his arms.
Everyone fell silent.
This is... the Moon-Embracing Immortal Venerable!?
Shen Que couldn't see their expressions. He left the secret realm, entered the teleportation array, and was teleported to the front of the Shannan Sect's hall.
While the sect leader and others were still in position, Shen Que immediately became the center of attention upon his appearance; what he was carrying was...
The leader of the Shannan Sect paused for a moment, then sighed heavily, surprised that it was a Celestial Venerable. The elders around him also tried to step forward, but were stopped by the leader of the Shannan Sect.
"Let him go."
......
The Shannan faction left the palace to stay temporarily, and Shen Que placed Jiang Yuemian on his bed in his room.
He sat on the edge of the bed, feeling that he hadn't seen his master in a long time, and now he finally had the chance.
After watching for a while, he picked up the communication slip and sent a message to his sect leader uncle, asking him to come and take his master home.
After doing all this, he took off his shoes, got into bed, and lay down next to Jiang Yuemian, looking at her and holding her hand, but her hand was still cold and he couldn't warm it up no matter what he did.
Shen Que thought, it's okay, it will get hot soon, my martial uncle will come, and when my martial uncle comes, everything will be fine.
Shen Que felt so tired and in so much pain. Finally, he slowly lost consciousness, but his hand remained tightly gripping Jiang Yuemian's hand.
As he closed his eyes, Jiang Yuemian's body suddenly flashed with a green light, which then slowly dissipated like a firefly, leaving only her natal sword.
...
When Shen Que woke up again, it was three days later. Shen Que's injuries were not serious, only his heart meridian was damaged, so he slept for a long time.
His first reaction upon opening his eyes was to look beside him, but there was no one there.
"Junior Brother Shen!"
The person who came was Nangong Sheng. He had been watching over Shen Que and had just gone to get new medicine. Shen Que grabbed Nangong Sheng's hand as if it were a lifeline.
"Where... is my master?" Shen Que's voice was extremely hoarse.
Nangong Sheng: "Uncle-Master...Master said that Uncle-Master's immortal body...has returned to heaven and earth..."
After hearing this, the last glimmer of light in Shen Que's eyes disappeared, and his soul returned to heaven and earth... Would he never see him again?
"Junior Brother Shen... drink your medicine first."
Yes, he's taking medicine. His master knows he should feel sorry for him and needs to recover.
Shen Que quickly finished his medicine and then went back to sleep.
Everyone was deeply saddened by Jiang Yuemian's passing. However, Xiao Mingjue thought that Xiao Wu would not like them to live like this, so they continued to live their lives as usual, trying not to think about Xiao Wu. But, how could they live so easily?
Shen Que cultivates every day, he cultivates like a madman, he's not like a normal person at all.
Even Song Shanshan said that Shen was indeed obsessed.
......
Since this secret realm, the Moon-Embracing Immortal has been well-known to everyone, and even ordinary people know that the Moon-Embracing Immortal sacrificed his life to resist the demons and protect them.
Temples dedicated to the Moon-Gazing Immortal were built in the human realm, and incense burned continuously.
Even the libraries established by the Immortal Venerable and the civil service exam questions he set have been passed down. Libraries exist in all realms, and almost everyone has a copy of the civil service exam questions, all thanks to the Moon-Gazing Immortal Venerable, who provided them with resources for cultivation.
Five hundred years have passed in the blink of an eye.
On an inconspicuous little hill, a magical herb unknowingly gained a spirit, and today is the day she reshapes her physical body.
Immortal Herb Zhou Shen condensed green light, and within the green light, the figure of an adult woman slowly emerged. Once she had fully transformed, her body was gradually revealed.
With jet-black hair, upturned eyes, a pert nose, and red lips, he seemed a little unaccustomed to this body, and walked somewhat crookedly.
She stumbled to the stream, her face reflected in the water. Unlike her previous aloof and ethereal appearance, she now possessed a touch of liveliness and charm, like a fairy untouched by worldly affairs.
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Author's Note: I'm so sorry, but I promise. This is the only bit of angst in the entire story, I swear on my integrity!
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