Chapter 76 "Are you going to die?"
One death for one life.
Meng Chiwan felt it was worthwhile. But it was indeed a risky move.
She was on the verge of death again, and in her confusion, she suddenly saw a golden light.
That year, she risked her life to reach Mount Garan, awaiting her death. But she survived. Some said they were willing to guide her, and compassionate monks were willing to do everything in their power to help her.
That was a miracle in itself.
She raised her hand and gently stroked the Buddhist prayer beads on her wrist; they hadn't reacted for a long time.
Which Buddhist monk wanted to kill her and Wen Liansong? Her slowly fading consciousness couldn't figure it out, and her hand absently stroked the prayer beads.
As time passed, the demonic herb in my heart began to wither, foreshadowing the passing of life.
But this time, it left behind seeds. Death was not true death, but true life.
This time there was no life-saving lamp; this time, she relied on herself.
The instrument absorbed all her spiritual energy, and she even felt a slight stinging pain in her empty spiritual meridians. However, this pain was gradually diminished in her dazed consciousness, and she could hardly feel it.
What was even more obvious was the feeling of her blood being absorbed; she could clearly sense that her life was disappearing as her essence and blood were drained away.
My mother and father, whom I hadn't thought of for a long time, began to swirl in my mind again, and memories began to play out like a revolving lantern.
That was her before she met Yun Xianqing. She hadn't fully blossomed yet, and wasn't as pretty as she is now. She still had some youthful awkwardness, but no matter how you looked at her, she was more spirited than she is now.
She closed her eyes, as if she were thinking about a lot of things, or as if she wasn't thinking about anything at all.
Her essence and blood were absorbed by the instrument, and she was left with only a sliver of life, barely clinging to life.
Meng Chiwan felt like she was about to cry, so she started to comfort herself.
It doesn't hurt this time, at least it doesn't hurt this time. And this time it was her own choice, there was no betrayal. Much better than last time… much better than last time… much better than last time… much better than last time…
But whether it hurts or not, she's still afraid of dying. Even knowing she won't die, she's still afraid.
Each time, she weathered the storms alone. She received neither salvation nor good fortune.
"Meng Chiwan, don't be afraid."
It was the voice she knew best.
It didn't come from any outsider; it came from herself.
It was the voice of Meng Chiwan, who had survived countless hardships on Mount Garan.
"Don't be afraid..."
Gradually, many similar voices emerged, converging together, gentle yet powerful. They came from different times, but they persisted for the same person.
Unbeknownst to her, Wen Liansong was watching her face, noticing a faint smile inexplicably appearing on her lips.
Wen Liansong was even somewhat stunned. She seemed to have never seen Meng Chiwan smile like that before. It was like the smile of an innocent child, purer than anything else.
Live on.
For myself.
For Meng Chiwan.
Meng Chiwan opened her eyes and grasped the long sword! Her eyes shone brightly.
The essence and blood were bathed in moonlight on the instrument, and finally condensed into a drop of clear blood, which then flowed back into her body.
The still-warm body began to regain heat, the depleted spiritual veins began to generate spiritual energy again, and all things revived.
Jinglan rubbed her cheek in delight.
She gripped the longsword; it would have been easy to stop it from piercing her heart, but regardless, the wound was inflicted.
She silently felt the pain in her palm, raised her eyes, and broke the long sword inch by inch.
The sound of the longsword breaking was particularly jarring to Lin Shuchun, but to Wen Liansong it was a moving melody.
"That's great, Chi Wan, you're alright!" Wen Liansong was almost crying with joy.
Meng Chiwan gave Wen Liansong a genuine smile, then slightly raised her hand, and the fragments of the longsword flew towards Lin Shuchun at such a speed that it seemed as if they were going to pierce him with a thousand holes!
Meng Chiwan's expression was full of peace.
Having escaped her fate of being a hybrid of immortal and demon, she was destined to survive in her new destiny.
His cultivation, which had previously stagnated, had reached the Nascent Soul stage, and he only needed one more step to reach the Mahayana stage.
At that moment, she suddenly understood why everyone wanted to become a genius, a true chosen one.
She could even understand Yun Xianqing. Yun Xianqing wanted to ascend to immortality because he wanted to take control of his own destiny, to break free from the name "Chen Zhuo," and to leave the Yun family.
In this world, no one can give you more freedom than yourself, and what can give you freedom is not any person or emotion, but power.
The fragments were naturally blocked, but Meng Chiwan was not annoyed.
"Are you the same demonic monk from before?" she asked the person in front of her who was wearing Lin Shuchun's face.
"I am Lin Shuchun."
Meng Chiwan ignored his stubbornness and said, "You placed the Buddha seal."
"What Buddhist seal?" Lin Shuchun smiled and denied everything she said.
Meng Chiwan's strategy was to ignore everything he said. She continued, "Did you make any deal with Yun Xianqing?"
The demonic monk seemed to know everything he had said to her, such as what Yun Xianqing was going to do to her, and he seemed to know that she would die at Yun Xianqing's hands.
He even seemed somewhat afraid of Yun Xianqing.
"I don't understand." Lin Shuchun said shamelessly.
"Then go die." Meng Chiwan lost her patience and almost beheaded him in an instant.
She could have succeeded with a hair's breadth of precision. Unfortunately, she managed to evade it.
It was clearly the voice of that demonic monk from back then.
Before Meng Chiwan could even process the meaning of his words, she heard Wen Liansong's sharp voice: "Chiwan, run!"
In an instant, Meng Chiwan slightly tilted her head, dodging several spells!
Yunyuan and Dai.
Mahayana stage cultivation.
She narrowed her eyes slightly.
Her current situation is that a Mahayana cultivator and several people whose cultivation levels she cannot discern are trying to kill her.
How can she escape?
Meng Chiwan ground her molars and let out a helpless sigh.
"Tonight, leave no survivors." Yun Yuandai's voice was just as she had heard in the illusion, as if it had not aged with the passing years.
Even though she is only one step away from the Mahayana stage, that step is likely an obstacle that many people will never be able to overcome in their entire lives.
The higher one's cultivation level, the more difficult it is to take that step. The step from the peak of the Nascent Soul stage to the Mahayana stage is no different from landing on the moon.
Without a second thought, Meng Chiwan blocked several light and heavy spells and headed towards Wen Liansong's direction.
She was all too familiar with the art of running away.
Before Wen Liansong could react, she had already run far away with her.
She knew she couldn't escape, but she thought she had to try to give Wen Lian Song a chance to survive. She was indeed all alone now, but Wen Lian Song wasn't. Wen Lian Song still had her sect and Jiang Yi waiting for her.
"Wen Liansong, listen to me. In a moment, try your best to run out, run as far as you can. I will stay here and do everything I can to fight for your survival. Don't look back, just keep running forward. Although you may not survive, I hope you do." Meng Chiwan said to Wen Liansong while leading her to dodge attacks.
The speed was too fast, and much of the sound was scattered in the wind. But she knew in her heart that Wen Lian Song could hear her and understand what she meant.
Wen Liansong didn't speak, but simply grasped Meng Chiwan's sleeve and shook her head.
What she meant was that she wanted to live and die with her.
Meng Chiwan said, "If you stay, we will both die. You can neither take care of me nor protect yourself. Don't drag me down with you."
Wen Liansong understood her meaning, and the tears in her eyes were quickly blown away by the wind.
"Meng Chiwan, you must survive."
In the face of life and death, they had no unnecessary words.
Meng Chiwan stopped in her tracks, while Wen Liansong stepped forward.
I thought there was still time for her to grow, but I never expected that every step she took would push her towards a dead end.
Seeing her stop, Yun Yuandai suddenly became interested and signaled the rest of the group to chase after Wen Liansong, while he himself carried Meng Chiwan with great interest.
He said, "Are you the one my son loves?"
Meng Chiwan remained silent, drew her sword, and stepped forward, intending to stop the group of people who were chasing Wen Liansong.
Seeing that she ignored him, Yun Yuandai was not annoyed. He simply moved his hand and flicked out a spell with his fingertip, which struck the ground in front of her precisely as a show of force.
Meng Chiwan then answered, "Who is your son? Are you referring to Chen Zhuo or Yun Xianqing?"
Yun Yuandai smiled and said, "You seem to know him quite well."
After a brief exchange, Meng Chiwan realized that the cultivation levels of the others were all no lower than the Nascent Soul stage, and she was no match for them. Soon, she was covered in injuries of various sizes.
"If she were your beloved, how could she see me reduced to such a state? If you want to kill me, then hurry up. What affection do I have for your so-called son?" Meng Chiwan sneered, not knowing who she was mocking.
"That's not necessarily true," Yun Yuandai said. He hadn't actually made a move against her yet, as if he was waiting for something.
Meng Chiwan couldn't help but feel a little relieved. This was for the best; the longer it dragged on, the greater Wen Liansong's chances of survival.
Yun Yuandai naturally understood her intentions, but for some reason, he wasn't in a hurry at all.
Meng Chiwan felt a vague unease in her heart.
"Did you know he had a contract mark on him?" Yun Yuandai suddenly asked her, his voice carrying a strange excitement.
Hearing that the conversation was still about Yun Xianqing, Meng Chiwan replied indifferently, "Do you think I know?"
The contract seal. She had heard of it; she had once forced those two young men from Lingjiang Palace to infiltrate each other's ranks.
"Do you want to see just how far he's willing to go for you?" Yun Yuandai wasn't angry at all; the interest in his tone showed no sign of waning.
Meng Chiwan said, "He would do nothing for me. He killed me."
Yun Yuandai simply shook his head slowly and said, "You're wrong. I'm asking about the original Yun Xianqing, not those fakes."
Meng Chiwan did not answer. She focused on dealing with the attacks from the group.
As long as Yun Yuandai doesn't turn against him, Wen Liansong can still escape.
A smile appeared on Yun Yuandai's gentle face, and he said, "Guess how far the seal on his body has developed?"
Meng Chiwan was indifferent. She didn't expect Yun Xianqing to do anything for her. At this moment, she was even prepared to die.
She couldn't do nothing, but given her current situation, her chances of survival were truly slim. Therefore, she might...
"Look. It's flared up to the fourth level."
The attacks from the people in front of her suddenly vanished, as if they had been snatched away by a pair of large hands.
Meng Chiwan turned around as if she sensed something.
Even the red robe that Yun Xianqing deliberately wore couldn't cover the dripping blood on his body.
Seeing her look over, he gave her that warm smile again, his slightly trembling voice sounding somewhat lonely for some reason: "Chi Wan, I'm here, don't be afraid."
It's that line again. Don't be afraid.
Meng Chiwan heard a sneer rise within herself. Don't believe him. Don't believe him. Believing him will only lead to a bad end.
Meng Chiwan did not respond, but Yun Xianqing did not show the slightest sign of dejection this time.
With a swift movement of the Dry Water Sword, she dealt with those who had slandered her.
She pursed her lips and looked at the corpses, feeling utterly bored. In this situation where she was threatened with death if she didn't kill, she still hadn't achieved true freedom.
This is just another hero-saves-the-damsel-in-distress drama. It's utterly boring.
In contrast, Yun Yuandai seemed completely unconcerned about the lives of his subordinates. He looked at Yun Xianqing, then shifted his gaze to Meng Chiwan, his smile widening: "Sixth floor. Child, four more floors, and you can die."
Meng Chiwan looked at Yun Xianqing, whose body seemed even thinner than before. His lips were completely bloodless, and his body was trembling slightly.
He seemed to want to get closer to Meng Chiwan, but as he looked at her, he hesitated.
But in this situation, Meng Chiwan's first thought was that Wen Liansong should escape.
Her expression finally relaxed completely, and she smiled, saying to Yun Xianqing, "Are you going to die?"
Author's Note: This is a hastily written draft, pending revisions.
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