The smile on Mo Qianqiu's face had long since disappeared. He narrowed his eyes slightly and looked at Luo Jianqing expressionlessly.
After the two looked at each other for a long time, Mo Qianqiu chuckled, and then burst into laughter.
"Hahahaha, disciple of Xuan Lingzi, are you overthinking it? I don't understand what you're saying. If you have something to say, just speak directly. There's no need to hide from me. I never lie, let alone when facing a junior like you. Do you think I'm afraid of you?"
Luo Jianqing's body stiffened, and he looked at the Demon Lord in disbelief as he laughed wildly in front of him.
Mo Qianqiu tapped the chessboard with his finger and said, "It's your turn."
Luo Jianqing didn't even think twice, subconsciously placing the chess piece on the board. After he made this move, Mo Qianqiu let out a laugh. Luo Jianqing looked up at him in surprise. In the dim light, the red-veiled beauty curled her lips and chuckled at him, "You've already lost."
Luo Jianqing frowned: "If I can come back to life, can you promise me one thing, Senior?"
Mo Qianqiu raised an eyebrow: "What's the matter?"
Luo Jianqing's expression was calm: "You have to answer a question for me, and you can't lie."
Mo Qianqiu curled his red lips slightly: "Do you think you can still defeat me after making this move?"
Luo Jianqing lowered his eyes: "Are you afraid?"
Mo Qianqiu waved his red sleeves and declared, "Why wouldn't I dare?"
Luo Jianqing leaned forward slightly and saluted: "Then I won't be polite."
An hour later, Luo Jianqing made his final move, deciding the outcome. Mo Qianqiu's expression remained unchanged, his inner emotions unrecognizable.
Seeing him like this, Luo Jianqing clenched his fingers, suppressing the nervousness in his heart, his voice trembling slightly. He only said one word, and found that his voice was shaking so much that he couldn't speak. After calming down, he said, "My question is..."
"Mo Qianqiu, are you Mo Qiu?"
Mo Qianqiu supported his chin with one hand, and the soft red gauze slipped from his wrist. He looked at the serious-looking young man in front of him with a smile, and said casually, "Of course not."
Luo Jianqing's eyes narrowed: "You're lying!"
Mo Qianqiu covered his lips and laughed: "Why would I lie? If I lied, why not let Jin Li gouge out my heart?"
Luo Jianqing felt as if all his strength had drained out of him, and he collapsed completely. When he left the Demon Lord's palace, Mo Qianqiu continued to look at him with a smile. That smile held a kind of arrogance and coldness that kept people at a distance. Although it was a smile, it didn't really go deep, and it chilled Luo Jianqing's heart.
Luo Jianqing had no idea how he got back. The hope that had risen in his heart had now been extinguished. He also had no idea that the smile on Mo Qianqiu's face had vanished immediately after he left.
In the blink of an eye, a figure in white appeared in the palace and stood behind the seat where Luo Jianqing had just sat. It was unknown when he had been standing there.
Mo Qianqiu leaned back in his chair, raised his eyes and asked, "What are you doing here?"
Xuan Lingzi did not answer, but asked: "Why did you lie to him?"
Mo Qianqiu laughed. "Why would I need your help in anything I do? When you came to me three days ago, didn't you hope that I wouldn't tell him? Why, Xuan Lingzi, do you regret it now?"
Xuan Lingzi lowered his eyes calmly. "I was just thinking that the oath you just made was a bit too much. If your heart were truly ripped out, you wouldn't survive more than three years. If Jin Li were to rip your heart out, then with the secret techniques of the dragon clan, he might be able to make it impossible for you to escape for eternity. Actually, it's not a bad idea to just tell him the truth."
Upon hearing this, Mo Qianqiu burst into laughter. He rolled back and forth, nearly crying. He only stopped laughing when Xuan Lingzi waved his sleeves and left. He murmured, "Since I only have fifty years left, why should I let him live in guilt for the next few thousand years? If Mo Qiu dies, it's just another reincarnation; if Mo Qianqiu dies, it's three million lifetimes as an animal. To him, Mo Qiu's death... will always be better than mine."
Xuan Lingzi paused, and just as he was about to leave, he heard the cold words of the Demon Lord behind him: "If you dare to do anything wrong to my lifelong friend, Xuan Lingzi, even if I, Mo Qianqiu, die, I will tear you into pieces!"
A streak of light flashed past the temple door, and when I looked again, Xuan Lingzi had already left.
Three days ago, Xuan Lingzi, after settling his gravely injured disciple, arrived at this palace. Alone, he met the severely wounded Demon Lord. He had hoped to use his powerful spiritual energy to prolong his life, but he discovered that his heart meridians had been damaged to the point where no medicine could help. While he could survive, he could not be saved.
This is the deadline given by Heaven to every cultivator. When it is your turn to leave, you will really leave.
Since there was no way to save him, he could only give up. However, Xuan Lingzi did not leave immediately. He asked Mo Qianqiu something, but got an answer he had never expected.
More than a thousand years ago, the Demon Lord entered the late Mahayana stage and never advanced again since then.
Over the past thousand years, Mo Qianqiu had tried countless methods. People say that the laws of nature are compassionate, leaving a path for everything, but this had blocked Mo Qianqiu's path, forcing him to watch year after year as he edged closer to his doom.
It all started seventeen years ago.
That night, Mo Qianqiu tried the Blood Spirit Technique countless times. Unlike the millions of times before, this time... he actually succeeded! Nine Blood Spirit Fruits condensed, and a new Blood Spirit appeared before him.
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