Chapter 110 A Fleeting Moment in the Human World.
The killing move has finally arrived.
If she were alone here, she would surely be dead. Unfortunately, several powerful cultivators at the Mahayana stage were standing in front of her.
The reason why the Immortal Alliance is the leader among all the immortal sects is precisely because its strength is unshakeable, and countless powerful people flock to it.
The world is bustling with activity, and countless sects are eager to acquire a Mahayana stage expert but to no avail. However, the Immortal Alliance has several such experts.
At this moment, they all stood in front of her. Not for any other reason than that she was a disciple of the Immortal Alliance.
She is a disciple of the Immortal Alliance, a cultivator who cultivates good deeds, does joyful things, and always harbors kindness in her heart.
She is both a person bound by the rules of the Immortal Alliance and a common person protected by the rules of the Immortal Alliance.
From a very, very early time, from the moment she was brought into this world, she has been a part of the common people.
Therefore, she was protected by the Immortal Alliance, cared for by her teachers, and loved by her friends. She was accepted by everyone.
The spiritual energy of countless people formed a vast net, protecting Meng Chiwan at its very center. She couldn't make out many of their faces, nor were they particularly familiar, but they all stood on her side.
She counted them one by one and realized that she actually remembered many people's names. She had never considered the Immortal Alliance as her home before, but now she had to admit that she had a sense of belonging to this place that was beyond her imagination.
Finally, she counted a few familiar faces and names: Wen Liansong, Wei Jiyu, Jiang Yi, Lin Jinsheng, and Lin Ruyuan.
It turns out she was never alone on this journey.
Meng Chiwan suddenly smiled. She raised her hand, contributing her last bit of strength to the net.
Mu Qi's killing move descended like a tidal wave, seemingly possessing immense power.
But when it landed on the net, it had no force at all.
It was light and airy, like a feather.
When this feather landed on that net, it touched the hearts of countless people.
The so-called killer move is just what it looks like.
In that instant, Meng Chiwan's trickling spiritual veins began to surge, and the spiritual energy of heaven and earth converged into a huge vortex, swirling above her head.
Everyone looked at Meng Chiwan, and even Mu Qi stopped what he was about to say and turned his gaze to her.
Dark, heavy thunderclouds gathered, forming a vast, ominous mass that sent shivers down one's spine.
Meng Chiwan looked up, her eyes filled with fearlessness, as if she had long anticipated this day would come.
From being completely unable to even begin, to repeatedly drawing qi into her body, and now, several years have passed. The things she once dreamed of, thought about, and longed for are now all within her sight.
Now, only the final step remains.
She looked towards her cave dwelling, hoping that the flower on the windowsill could see and hear her.
Meng Ting'er, look.
It hasn't been easy for me to get to where I am today.
But thankfully, I made it.
Regardless of life or death, it's already good enough that we've taken this step.
Before the lightning strike, Meng Chiwan gently parted her lips and said, "Meng Ting'er likes more than just the Moonflower."
The lightning tribulation struck.
She uttered her last words: "And you."
She said that if there is an afterlife, she would like to see Mu Qi again.
She likes Mu Qi.
This tribulation was far more intense than any of the previous ones, and it caused far greater damage to her body than any of the previous ones.
A lightning tribulation struck. Her expression remained calm, though her body trembled slightly.
Two bolts of lightning struck her. She coughed up blood.
Three bolts of lightning struck her. Her legs went weak, and she knelt on one knee, gripping Jinglan tightly as she braced herself against the ground, causing it to tremble.
There are two more.
She wasn't sure she could make it through. But she thought she had to make it through no matter what, otherwise how could she stop Mu Qi from going crazy?
It was only at this point that she realized there was one good thing about being Mu Qi's daughter. At least he wouldn't kill her while she was undergoing her tribulation.
He was still eager to hear what she had to say next.
The fourth lightning tribulation was exceptionally quiet, falling without a sound, but it was so bright that it illuminated her bones clearly.
Meng Chiwan groaned twice, her eyes beginning to glaze over.
She knelt completely on the ground.
She didn't know how others felt, but she felt that her own tribulation was truly unbearable.
She can't see things clearly anymore.
Is Mu Qi still there? Is everyone watching her? Or have they all started fighting?
She looked to the side, and the grass and trees no longer seemed to be grass and trees; they were upright, strips of something she didn't know what they were, with only vague outlines.
It was as if someone had lit a lamp in her eyes.
Then she turned her gaze to the crowd, seemingly looking for something.
For a long while, his gaze wandered around, never settling on anything.
She has never been able to find what she is looking for.
She looked up at the lightning tribulation swirling overhead, then closed her eyes.
Perhaps, she won't be able to withstand the final lightning tribulation.
Until the final bolt of lightning struck. Across thousands of mountains and rivers, a red line appeared on her fingertip.
At the other end of the red thread, dressed in plain clothes, she was untouched by any dust, and her clear and bright eyes always exuded a warm and gentle aura.
It was the very figure she had been searching for with her gaze sweeping around.
But he shouldn't be here, much less be so close to her.
The final lightning tribulation didn't hurt at all. At least not physically.
But her eyes suddenly reddened, and Jinglan slipped from her grasp. She knelt on the ground, turned around, and embraced the fallen person with trembling hands.
The lightning tribulation didn't hurt. Because it didn't strike her.
But the lightning tribulation was very painful, because it didn't strike her directly.
The red thread was burning hot at that moment. It was like a thread twisted from molten lava, which then connected two people who were not meant to be together.
Meng Chiwan was trembling all over. She didn't feel cold; she just felt sad.
The spiritual vein was filled with pure spiritual energy, and her body was restored to its original state, even the old scars on her body were completely clean and new.
The new skin is very tender and a little itchy.
The person she was holding seemed a little cold, as if they had just arrived, travel-worn.
I came for her.
So I lay down here.
She suddenly remembered what she had said last night.
"But only you are willing to die for me."
That statement was indeed true. This is the only person in the world today who would give his life for her.
Whether it was because of a debt of gratitude or something else, she didn't want to dwell on it anymore.
Meng Chiwan held him close, sobbing softly.
"Why are you here? Why are you here... Why are you here?"
The sound was like the rising tide, tentatively growing louder from a low volume. At first, I was afraid of disturbing him, and later I was afraid he wouldn't be able to hear me.
Yun Xianqing was pale and thin, like a blank sheet of paper, fragile and pure.
He looked at Meng Chiwan, swallowed all the discomfort that was screaming wildly in his body, stifled his coughs, and only showed a smile.
Like countless genuine and feigned smiles before, it was gentle and warm.
In that instant, it felt as if I had returned to the moment I first met him.
Life is but a fleeting dream, and in the end, nothing remains.
From the moment he appeared until the moment he closed his eyes, only a few breaths had passed.
The red thread went from burning hot to slowly cooling down, and finally disappeared from her knuckles in just a few breaths.
She survived the final tribulation of lightning and ushered in her Mahayana stage.
Mu Qi waited patiently outside, watching people go in to their deaths. He scoffed inwardly, not understanding why there were such shrewd people in the world.
He begged him to send his puppet to her side, offering his entire life in return. He was clearly nearing his end, with little time left to live, but he was willing to give his life to leave an eternal mark on the heart of the one he loved.
Yun Xianqing clearly knew that if he was to take on the tribulation for someone else, he would have to endure a tribulation several times stronger than the original one.
But he still went in.
He gave his life to send Meng Chiwan on her final journey, helping her fulfill her last wish.
He was actually risking his life to scheme against her love.
He wanted her to remember him forever and never forget him.
The red thread has come loose, but someone has tied a red thread for them that will never fade away again.
He will always love her. And she will too.
...
The thunderclouds dispersed, and the golden crow peeked out again.
Mu Qi seemed to have lost patience with this farce, stirring up a gust of wind to remind Meng Chiwan to finish what she hadn't done.
Meng Chiwan looked dazed, her eyes empty, until Mu Qi reminded her, at which point she seemed to snap out of her daze.
Then she saw that there was another person next to Mu Qi.
"Meng Ting'er, where exactly is she? You say she likes me? Do you know... that it was she who suppressed me?" Mu Qi laughed, his smile a mixture of mockery and sarcasm.
Meng Chiwan was still somewhat speechless, her swollen eyes reflecting the shadows of others.
Upon hearing this, she paused for a long time before saying, "It is because of love that there is suppression. It is because of love that there is departure."
Previously, she could never understand why Meng Ting'er would choose to become nourishment for the Moonflower when everything was going well.
But now she understands. Perhaps, that is a kind of atonement.
She prayed to God for mercy, out of a selfish desire.
Her status and position prevented her from being with the person she loved, from standing by their side, and even forced her to personally plunge them into an abyss.
Morality superseded her love and hate, and ultimately consumed her.
She only said, "It's time," when she could no longer bear it.
Mu Qi seemed not to understand, and asked, "Leave... what does that mean?"
Meng Chiwan looked at him, her eyes filled with sorrow.
“Mu Qi, you always say that she is still alive and still in the Immortal Alliance, and that the Immortal Alliance has hidden her away. But just now you even used my life to test her, and she still didn’t show up. So there are only two possibilities: either she doesn’t care about me, or she’s not here at all.”
The test she was referring to was the deadly move he had made at that moment.
It was a ridiculous killing move. When it landed, it was as light as a feather, causing no effect on anyone, only making him both angry and sad.
Meng Chiwan lowered her body, looked at Yun Xianqing's pale face, and tentatively took his hand.
It was ice-cold. Like snow.
Meng Chiwan said, "You always refuse to believe that Mother is gone. I don't want to believe it either, but I also don't believe that Mother would abandon me to my fate."
If my mother were still alive, I wouldn't have gone so many years without visiting her, and wouldn't have failed to show up even once during her countless near-death experiences.
"I don't believe it." Mu Qi's eyes were deathly still, and it was unclear what instructions he had given to the demonic monk beside him.
The demonic monk spun around and unleashed several demonic spells, instantly injuring several disciples of the Immortal Alliance.
Meng Chiwan raised her hand to block the demonic monk, thinking that she might as well kill him while she was at it. After all, he was a demon, and a demon whose hands were stained with blood.
But then she remembered what Mu Qi had said before.
"Lin Shuchun's soul has long since dissipated, leaving only his body which has been possessed by the demonic monk. Now, he is merely a vessel used by the demonic monk to absorb demonic energy. That day you said he was not Lin Shuchun, which was both right and wrong. At the very least, that body was Lin Shuchun's."
In the end, she couldn't bring herself to kill him. She was just thinking, what if there was even the slightest possibility that Mu Qi's words were false, and Lin Shuchun's soul hadn't completely dissipated? What if there was a day when he could come back to say goodbye?
But the demonic monk truly deserved to die.
Thinking of this, she raised her hand and summoned several pure and powerful spiritual energies, which she transformed into ropes to bind the demonic monk tightly and throw him to the ground.
Throughout the entire process, the so-called master of the demonic monk did not even attempt to break up.
He seemed to have fallen into a state of madness, with only the phrase "I don't believe it" on his mind.
"Mu Qi, you are so powerful, why don't you open your eyes and see what you look like now? Do you think your mother will like you?" Meng Chiwan's tone was not accusatory; her voice was calm.
Mu Qi's expression was obsessive, with several veins popping out on his forehead. His eyes were devoid of all emotion, his dark pupils empty, and a dark light surging in his dark eyes, but he fell into a deathly silence the moment he looked up.
His spiritual energy suddenly froze, his breathing became as deep as a still pool, and only a very light breath escaped from his nostrils, yet it carried a cold, hard metallic quality, as if even the air itself was frozen by the killing intent about to spill from his fingertips.
He raised his hand and easily broke the net formed by the crowd.
Seeing that he was completely unmoved, Meng Chiwan gritted her teeth and said, "Go and look at the flower I keep on the windowsill!"
Mu Qi slowly turned to her with his dark eyes, and his fingertip pointed down. The space-time around her collapsed instantly, and the next moment, she appeared beside him.
He showed no emotion, and Meng Chiwan was not afraid of him either. After all, she was now at the Mahayana stage of cultivation. Although she was not as good as him, she could still keep herself in check.
While thinking for a moment, she steadied herself and said, "You don't believe me, but you can recognize Mother's scent. Go and look at that flower."
He looked at her intently for a moment, and then his heart stirred.
Meng Chiwan turned her head to look, her pupils suddenly dilated, and her heart clenched.
Several thin threads appeared in Mu Qi's hand, as thin as silkworm silk, with a person hanging from each thread.
The silk threads wrapped around their necks had already seeped some blood. The reason their necks weren't severed was because Mu Qi had condensed demonic energy at their feet to hold them back.
These people are Wen Liansong and Wei Jiyu, among others.
Upon seeing this, Venerable Fuyue and the others hurriedly drew their swords to cut the silk threads.
But the more she moved, the more bloodstains appeared on their necks.
Absolute suppression meant no one dared to make any rash moves.
Meng Chiwan said, "I didn't lie to you."
"Go and fetch the flowers," Mu Qi said coldly.
Meng Chiwan didn't say anything more and turned to fetch the Moon-Reflecting Flower.
...
The moonflower sits on the windowsill, still serene and beautiful.
Even if there is bloodshed and violence outside, it will not affect its beauty in any way.
Meng Chiwan brought Yun Xianqing back, and she tried to feed him the Rejuvenation Pill, but it had no effect whatsoever.
She couldn't stay any longer, so she tucked him in one last time, then turned and left.
The grass and trees outside the courtyard are sprouting, but now everything is desolate and lifeless, no longer as lively as before.
Those who were the source of the commotion are now trapped in front of Mu Qi, their lives hanging by a thread.
Never before had Meng Chiwan hated the world and loathed Mu Qi's birth so much.
If it weren't for Mu Qi, perhaps she could have enjoyed a few more good days, and perhaps Yun Xianqing wouldn't have become what she is today.
She raised her hand to look at the red thread on her fingertip again, but only when she saw her bare knuckles did she realize that the red thread had vanished along with Yun Xianqing.
Jinglan made a buzzing sound in her arms, as if it could also sense her emotions.
She gently patted Jinglan to comfort her.
However, the spot where she took the photo happened to be right in her heart, and for a moment she couldn't tell whether she was trying to comfort Jinglan or herself.
In an instant, she thought of Wen Liansong again and unconsciously quickened her pace. She moved further and further away from her small cave dwelling until, when she finally looked back, she could no longer see it.
...
The moonflower was gently placed in Mu Qi's hand. Meng Chiwan lowered her head, neither looking at the flower nor at Mu Qi, seemingly lost in thought.
It also seemed like they were just waiting for Mu Qi's reaction.
This pot of moonflower exudes the scent of Meng Ting'er, and no one can say that it has no connection with Meng Ting'er.
Mu Qi naturally couldn't either.
But Mu Qi just wouldn't believe it. He had to see the corpse, he wouldn't give up until he hit a brick wall, and he had to completely give up before he would believe it.
Mu Qi examined the Moonflower again and again, seemingly noticing something, and finally, as if she had thought of something, her voice sounded anything but calm: "Does your mother know how many of the people she painstakingly protected have harmed their comrades by taking Blood Spirit Pills for their own cultivation?"
Almost instantly, Meng Chiwan thought of the crescent moon that had trapped Yun Xianqing and the pond littered with wreckage.
"Don't you understand? Your mother has her own principles. She didn't abandon or seal you because you're a demon. She abandoned you because you, as Mu Qi, have done too many evil deeds. For example, if you were to kill me and my friends now, if your mother were here, she would definitely make the same choice again and seal you away. Perhaps even sealing you away was a choice she made out of selfishness." Meng Chiwan's words were like pearls, as if she wanted to carve a hole through Mu Qi.
Mu Qi faced the Moonflower with a gentle expression.
But when he turned his head, his eyes were full of madness.
"Really? You're saying she's dead? Then the entire Immortal Alliance should be buried with her." Mu Qirou smiled, gently stroking the petals and leaves of the Moonflower.
Author's note: Calculation.
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