"Song Yuechen, that madman."
Gingerbread cursed angrily, and his men sped up their work.
Fenjue came up to help.
Soon, Yun Wuyi's remains were sealed in an ice coffin.
Gingerbread placed the ice coffin into the storage bracelet.
The two hurriedly ran out of the Frost Cave.
Old Huang looked utterly miserable; he was embedded in the ground, covered in blood, with a five-foot-deep crater around him.
Fortunately, he was still breathing and didn't die from the fall.
Song Yuechen, dressed in light white gauze, stood by the pit, his right hand raised high, purple flames burning in his palm.
The flames weren't large, but Gingerbread could sense their terrifying power. "Is it a strange fire?"
She spoke to Fen Jue beside her.
"I remember that Elder Huang's strange fire was stolen by him."
Fen Jue nodded: "That's right."
Among cultivators of the same cultivation level, the difference between having and not having a different kind of fire is enormous. Elder Huang's cultivation level has recovered to about the same extent as Song Yuechen's.
But Elder Huang did not possess any extraordinary fire.
A cultivator at the Refinement Realm with a different kind of fire is so hard to kill.
Despite Gingerbread thinking so much, only two seconds have actually passed.
Song Yuechen noticed that Jiang Bingbing and the other person had left the cave.
He slowly turned his head to the side, a strange smile curving his lips. "You're so annoying, you're everywhere."
This was said to gingerbread.
She shrugged and said nonchalantly, "No matter how annoying I am, I'm not as perverted as you. You're really neurotic."
"Oh, you're calling me a pervert?"
Song Yuechen showed no sense of urgency, but instead asked Jiang Bingbing with a leisurely smile.
"How am I a pervert? Explain in detail."
"..."
Gingerbread thought of a saying: bad people never think they are bad people, so perverts don't think they are perverts either. In their minds, there are reasons for doing those evil things.
They might even feel wronged.
For example, Song Yuechen believed that his master favored his senior brother, so he plotted to turn his master and senior brother against each other.
I never expected that Senior Yun Wuyi would still remember Elder Huang.
He thought to himself, "As long as I kill him, that will be fine."
In his mind, he never reflects on himself or seeks solutions; instead, he focuses solely on solving the "human" problem.
Like now.
He would rather die than let Old Huang go.
These kinds of people are like rats in the gutter, foul and gloomy, yet incredibly difficult to get rid of.
“I’m not even going to say anything to you. You know perfectly well what you’ve done. If you had any conscience at all, you wouldn’t have let Old Huang’s soul be imprisoned by a broken lamp for decades.”
Song Yuechen was stunned. "At least I didn't kill him, did I? I was only imprisoned for several decades."
The tone when talking about his decades-long imprisonment made it seem as if it were a tremendous blessing for Mr. Huang.
Gingerbread: "..."
Fen Jue clicked his tongue, "You can't reason with a lunatic."
Gingerbread noticed that Old Huang in the pit had sat up, and a plan suddenly came to mind. He shouted, "Song Yuechen, you murdered your master and brother, aren't you afraid that Senior Yun Wuyi will come looking for you in the middle of the night?"
Upon hearing this, Song Yuechen clutched his head in anguish.
That's right.
In recent years, he has been dreaming about his master more and more often, and his master always asks him why he killed him.
In his dream, he had just expressed regret.
The master began praising his senior brother's intelligence and competence again.
He hated it, hated it to the extreme, and like a madman, he raised his sword and killed his master once again in his dream.
Gingerbread pressed on, saying, "Song Yuechen, you are really pitiful. The people who loved you the most in this world were Senior Yun Wuyi and Elder Huang, and you killed both of them."
"It's all because of you that I've become a pitiful wretch, unwanted and unloved, wandering the streets."
"Just like before I came to Cailiang Mountain, I was not even as good as a beggar."
"You're so pitiful."
"I didn't! I'm not!"
"I am the master of Qianlai Mountain, a ninth-grade alchemist, and the vice president of the Alchemy Association."
"The entire Eight Desolate Continent respects and loves me."
"I'm not a pathetic wretch, I'm not, I'm not!!"
Song Yuechen's eyes were bloodshot, and his laughter was shrill, like a demon crawling up from hell.
Gingerbread frowned, feeling complicated and uncomfortable.
Old Huang in the pit finally recovered, and he leaped up and flew behind Song Yuechen.
The spirit sword in his hand thrust out with swiftness.
Song Yuechen's maniacal laughter abruptly stopped. He slowly lowered his head, his gaze falling on the blood-dripping sword tip.
He turned around with difficulty, and after the initial shock, his eyes brimmed with joy. "Senior brother, Master always says that you are kind and benevolent, and that I have too many thoughts, so he told me to put away my wicked ideas."
"Look."
"Aren't you just like me now? Trying to ambush me from behind, you're just like me, hahaha!"
"How heartbroken Master would be if he knew."
Huang Li frowned. "I am different from you. I am giving you a taste of your own medicine. You killed me in the same way back in Qianlai Mountain."
Gingerbread breathed a sigh of relief, after all, no matter how weak Song Yuechen's cultivation was, he was still a cultivator in the Void Refining Realm.
If we really go all out, nobody here will survive.
Song Yuechen felt life slowly slipping away.
Looking at Old Huang, she withdrew the hatred from her eyes.
He breathed weakly, pursed his lips, and asked, "Senior brother, can you bury me at Crimson Peony Cliff?"
Old Huang was stunned.
When they were young, whenever he and Song Yuechen didn't cultivate properly, their master would punish them by sending them to Chishao Cliff to repent.
to be honest.
He found Song Yuechen utterly disgusting and didn't want his master to stay on the same mountain with him anymore.
But then I thought of my master.
If Master were here, he would definitely agree that Song Yuechen would still be his disciple, no matter how many evil deeds he had committed.
He will help his disciples eliminate their karmic obstacles.
There was silence for a while.
Old Huang nodded, and Song Yuechen breathed a sigh of relief, her pale face instantly brightening.
"Senior brother, I always dream about Master, and I dream that you and Master took me back to Cailiang Mountain."
“I dreamt that we were refining elixirs together. I grabbed the wrong medicine, and my master gently tapped the top of my head with a ruler.”
"Most of the time, beautiful dreams suddenly turn into nightmares, in which I am possessed and kill my master."
"I'm afraid to sleep."
"As long as I close my eyes, I see my master's disappointed eyes."
"I want to prove that I'm no worse than you, and I want to see others kneel down without any dignity just to beg for a single herb from me."
"Senior brother, was I wrong...?"
"Don't blame me..."
Old Huang didn't know what to say; it was already merciful of him not to tear Song Yuechen to pieces.
Song Yuechen's eyes were vacant as he reached out and grasped at something in the air, muttering, "Master, Yuechen was wrong..."
"Please, don't come to my dreams anymore."
"I'm afraid..."
The last word landed.
Song Yuechen breathed his last.
Old Master Huang lowered his eyes, looking at his junior brother whom he had cherished with all his heart and soul in the first half of his life. He trusted him so much.
Only when he was in seclusion for cultivation was he allowed to enter and leave the cave.
It's this trust that's what matters.
It caused him to live like a lonely ghost for decades.
It was this trust that prevented the master from finding peace even in death, as this beast chopped off his hand bones.
Some say that a person's words are good when they are about to die.
A person who has done many evil deeds tries to say some good words before dying, begging for forgiveness from the living.
Old Huang's eyes were unusually cold, and he scoffed at the idea. What's the use of saying sorry when you're about to die?
It is impossible to make up for the death of the master and the suffering he endured.
He will never forgive Song Yuechen.
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