660 Fierce People
But the hardships of life are never true. As time goes by, countless dreams and original aspirations are eroded. Those who share hardships can hardly share wealth.
He took a deep breath, pulled his thoughts back to reality, hardened his expression, and vanished from the spot in an instant.
In the cool night, the surroundings were very quiet, and only the clear and melodious sounds could be heard, like the babbling of a stream or the gentle breeze of a mountain, which made people feel relaxed and happy.
She Yunqin sat quietly before the phoenix-tail zither, like a serene fairy, sitting alone outside the mortal world.
The strings trembled slightly, and music descended from the heavens, simple and pure, as if it could wash away all the dust in people's hearts. Those who were so engrossed in the music seemed unaware of the arrival of the red-clad king.
The music continued, seemingly boundless and ethereal, deathly still. I am the zither, and the zither is me. In the state of forgetting both zither and myself, I had a dialogue with myself, unconsciously falling into a state of selflessness.
It was as if time had stood still, space had vanished, and only the sound of the piano and the soul were intertwined and merged.
The Red King stood quietly, showing no intention of disturbing him. He listened intently as the music began, seemingly transporting him through a time tunnel and leading his thoughts to a state of selflessness.
There, there is no worldly disturbance, no worldly constraints, only a pure soul conversing with heaven and earth.
It possesses an invisible power that washes away the dust in one's heart, as if forgetting the passage of time and completely immersing oneself in this state of selflessness.
The Red King, lost in thought, momentarily forgot himself, but after a moment he silently shook his head, thinking to himself, 'My people are not yet at peace, the Red Kingdom is not yet tranquil, how can I abandon my ambitions? My path is to slaughter and purify the world!'
The Red King's gaze gradually shifted from his memories, his eyes instantly hardening as he thought to himself, 'My people are not yet at peace, the Red Kingdom is not yet tranquil. How can I abandon my ambition? My path is to slaughter and purify the world!'
His expression was silent, his eyes closed, yet his demeanor was filled with an undeniable resolve.
He knew in his heart that as the current leader of the Red Nation, he bore the heavy responsibility of protecting his people and maintaining stability. In this era full of challenges and conflicts, he could not afford to be complacent or retreat.
'Submission is the only way out for the rebels; otherwise, they will be slaughtered!' The Red King's unwavering conviction shone like a blazing flame in the darkness.
For people like Hong Wang, who struggled to survive from hunger, they had long since come to deeply understand the hardships, ruthlessness, and betrayal of life.
In this simple, unwavering belief, the only thing one can rely on in this world is one's own fist and the large knife tightly gripped in one's hand.
Having fought for survival, they were accustomed to speaking with their fists and defending their dignity and rights with swords. They did not believe in submission or compromise, but only in their own strength and courage.
The Red King's eyes narrowed, and he said softly, "Though there be a thousand men, I will go."
The hand gripping the knife tightened involuntarily. As long as his beliefs remained firm and his methods decisive, he was certain that he could make those who resisted submit to him.
A thousand men killed, ten thousand dead, he terrified countless sects, and forced dynasties to submit—that was ultimately what he wanted.
The music stopped abruptly, as if the clear mountain stream had suddenly frozen, leaving behind a lingering, resonant sound.
She Yunqin slowly put away her zither, without looking up, and said softly in a calm, indifferent voice, "Is the King's injury any better?"
His voice was flat and calm, without the slightest ripple, like a deep pool, clear and calm, without any emotional color.
The Red King didn't care at all; that's just his personality, and there's no need to worry about it.
While I may have my own aspirations, I cannot expect everyone to share them.
He nodded gently, his expression calm yet resolute, and said softly, "My injuries have improved considerably, but I still need to stay here with you for a while."
She Yunqin nodded gently, without needing flowery words or excessive explanations, and she didn't ask any further questions.
She felt the coolness brought by the piercing arrow in her chest, a strange sensation. The coolness seemed to penetrate her skin, reaching the depths of her heart, and also seemed to warm her lonely soul.
Seeing that She nodded, the Red King nodded silently.
The Red King's eyes hardened, and he suddenly raised his broadsword, his aura instantly becoming sharp and murderous.
He took a deep breath, and as his blood surged, it felt as if a raging fire was burning within him. His true energy circulated through the blade, making the already incredibly sharp sword even more dark red, as if it had been stained with blood, radiating a chilling aura that was sure to captivate.
With unwavering determination, the Red King fearlessly channeled his inner energy, focusing it on the tip of his blade.
With a resolute determination, he thought, 'I have no friends, and no one can heal me. This method of severing the poison in one fell swoop is the only, best, and fastest way to expel it from my body. I can't wait!'
Although it was painful, it was imperative. His heart was filled with ruthlessness and madness, and beads of sweat were already streaming down his face!
Around the Red King, there seemed to be a raging storm, a surging river, churning and rolling.
He pushed his entire body to its limit, his true energy circulated wildly, like ten thousand horses galloping, converging into an unparalleled force that directly attacked the wound where the insidious poison had gathered.
Red King's eyes flashed with determination and madness as he slashed fiercely at the wound. The blade flashed like lightning, tearing through the sky. A muffled thud was heard, as if something had been completely torn apart. Blood gushed out, washing over everything around it like a raging torrent.
In an instant, a wound the size of a skull was ripped open.
Blood gushed out like a waterfall, staining his body and red battle robes, as if turning him into a blood-soaked war god.
The wound was so deep that bone was visible, flesh and blood were mangled, and pain surged like a tide, but the Red King seemed oblivious, only clenching his teeth, letting the blood and pain intertwine, and even feeling a trace of pleasure, like an iron-willed war god.
At that moment, he seemed to transform into an invincible demon god, both resilient and mad.
Looking at the wound, although it was quite large, the bleeding had stopped due to the circulation of internal energy.
The pain was insignificant to the Red King, like an ant; what mattered most was that the greatsword could completely sever the insidious poison's corrosive influence.
Feeling himself regain boundless vitality and power, free from the shackles of malice, was incredibly exhilarating. He thought to himself, 'Thankfully, this method works.'
She Yunqin's expression was calm as still water, like an ancient pool that had remained undisturbed for thousands of years, unable to stir any ripples in her heart.
In a soft, flowing voice, he said, "Although the poison has been removed, his internal energy has been damaged. It would be best for him to rest for a while."
The Red King nodded slightly and said softly, "I apologize for disturbing you, but I have my own plans for this matter."
Although the voice was soft, it conveyed an undeniable firmness.
She Yunqin did not respond at all, as if she had only gently reminded him that the choice was still up to the Red King.
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