On the streets of the imperial capital Yan City:
Ling Yu looked like he had been reborn. A smile appeared on his face as he dashed through the crowd.
Occasionally, he even knocked over some people. After apologizing, he continued on his way.
Wait for me. Wait for me. This time, I will not disappoint you.
Ling Yu repeated these words in his heart. His expression turned grave, and his eyes slowly turned resolute.
Ten years ago, he let down a person's feelings, leaving the person he loved the most covered in wounds.
Ten years later, Ling Yu's wedding day approached. She would be marrying the most powerful prince of the dynasty.
Ling Yu passed each day like a year, suffering painful torture every day. The cause he sowed ten years ago resulted in today's consequences.
This made him feel so much pain that he wished he were dead. He spent every day and night in pain and regret.
Today, Ling Long finally gave him another chance. This time, no matter what, he had to grasp it.
After Ling Yu left the city gates, he did not stop at all. He rushed straight to the rendezvous point with Ling Long.
The silhouette of Yan City behind slowly turned blurry. Then, he finally saw the figure of a beauty at the endlessly gushing Flaming River.
Dressed in a red dress, her slender figure looked at Jiang He in silence.
Ling Long!
Under the setting sun, this beauty's figure looked like a feather cloak made of the setting sun. Fifty kilometers away, Ling Yu, who saw Ling Long's figure, immediately felt stunned.
He could no longer care about anything else. He ran at full speed and arrived before Ling Long in a moment.
"Elder Sister Ling Long, I let you down."
When Ling Long got closer, Ling Yu felt unbearably guilty and choked with sobs.
"Ten years ago, I should not have let you go … Come with me. This time, I absolutely will not let you down!"
In the end, Ling Yu said resolutely, no longer hesitating.
"Headliner Qiu Yue!"
However, when the woman before Ling Yu turned around, he felt greatly startled.
This person was one of the headliners of the Smiling Daughter Pavilion, Qiu Yue. Ling Yu had met her more than once, so he immediately recognized her.
"Why is it you? Where's Elder Sister Ling Long? Where is Elder Sister Ling Long? What did you do to Elder Sister Ling Long?"
Ling Yu immediately felt flustered, showing a nervous expression as he looked around. However, he could not see headliner Ling Long.
"You are really naive. Headliner Ling Long is the person who will become the dynasty's empress. Why would she come to see a minor character like you? In the imperial capital, Yan City, you are just an insignificant Lesser Sovereign Personage. Who do you think you are? To think that you even have designs on headliner Ling Long. "
Qiu Yue revealed a mocking expression as she mocked, "Headliner Ling Long asked me to give you this sword. The First Prince already knows about the matter between you and headliner Ling Long. If you do not wish for her to suffer in the future, then take your own life. "
"What …"
Falling from heaven to hell, Ling Yu was instantly stupefied. He was completely stupefied, not knowing what to do as he held the sword that Qiu Yue handed him.
"This … Is this really Ling Long's … wish?"
The hand holding the sword was trembling. The sword was in his hand, but it seemed to have been stabbed into his heart. His heart was bleeding, but he did not feel any pain.
"Is it important?"
Qiu Yue sneered and said nonchalantly.
Ling Yu paused when he heard that. That's right. Is it important?
If the First Prince knew that headliner Ling Long once had an affair with him, how could he let headliner Ling Long have an easy time?
Rather than letting that happen, Ling Yu might as well let this relationship remain a secret forever after his death.
However, this was truly unbearable. Those beautiful memories, those past events, were going to wither like a flower.
"This sword was most definitely not handed over by headliner Ling Long. Elder Sister Ling Long could not even bear to let me shed tears. How could she let me bleed and die? "
Suddenly, the confusion on Ling Yu's face vanished. A sharp expression appeared in his eyes as he looked straight at headliner Qiu Yue.
This gaze was pure and sharp. Hidden in this gaze was the unyielding pride and sharpness of a youth.
For some reason, Qiu Yue felt some fear. She could not help taking a few steps back.
Ling Yu's aura surged as he took a few steps forward. Then, he smiled self-mockingly. "It looks like an insignificant person like me has some sense of existence, making someone feel threatened. Let me guess. Is it the First Prince or your Pavilion Master Yang? "
Qiu Yue's expression changed slightly. Then, she said sullenly, "Ling Yu, are you still dreaming? Your mistake is loving someone you should not love. Today, you must die. Letting you commit suicide is just to lessen your pain. "
"Hahahaha! Wrong! Wrong! Wrong! "
Ling Yu reared his head back and laughed maniacally, appearing maniacal. "I have missed out on many things in my life. However, meeting headliner Ling Long was the best decision I made in my life. In this imperial capital, Yan City, I, Ling Yu, do indeed have a lowly status. However, what does liking a person have to do with status and status? Back then, my mistake was that I paid too much attention to this, resulting in the current situation. "
"You madman! Stay away from me."
Seeing Ling Yu's somewhat crazed state, Qiu Yue threw a palm strike at him in a fluster.
The headliners of the Smiling Daughter Pavilion were not weak. Qiu Yue was a Sovereign Personage in the first place. In her desperation, she used her full power in this palm strike.
"Scram!"
Ling Yu snorted coldly. A golden light flickered in his eyes as he activated his Great Desolate Eon bloodline. His aura flourished, bursting out with a might that rivaled that of a Sovereign Emperor.
"Pu ci!"
Qiu Yue vomited a mouthful of blood as she went flying back. Heavy shock flashed in her eyes.
All along, Ling Yu had been chased away by the guards in the Smiling Daughter Pavilion several times without retaliating.
The impression Ling Yu gave Qiu Yue was that he was incredibly cowardly. She had never expected Ling Yu to have such a disposition and strength.
Qiu Yue immediately understood why headliner Ling Long took a liking to this youth back then.
"Don't worry. I will kill myself with this sword that you gave me. I, Ling Yu, have never been someone who fears death. I am not dying because of you. I just do not want Martial Uncle to take risks for me. I do not want everyone to make up for the mistake I made back then. "
As Ling Yu looked at Qiu Yue, heavy disdain flashed in his eyes. Although Ling Yu was lowly, he had never lived an ignoble existence in this world.
During this period, Ling Yu had remained in the Misty Rain Pavilion, not leaving at all.
However, Ling Yu was not stupid. He could sense that his martial uncle, Xiao Chen, had been silently working hard for his sake. The Misty Rain Pavilion's Pavilion Master Su was also carefully preparing. Ling Yu did not know about it, but he could feel it.
He once cried in the middle of the night, speechless at the moon.
It was not guilt because he felt inferior or helpless. It was just some silent gratitude that he could not bear to endure.
To be able to meet Ling Long, Martial Uncle, Uncle Beggar, and the others in this life … it is all worth it.
"Crack!"
The sword in Ling Yu's hand stabbed into his chest. At the same time, Xiao Chen used his Veritable Essence Energy to shatter Ling Yu's heart. Ling Yu fell over, his lifeforce fading at a visible rate.
Qiu Yue stood up somewhat blankly and wiped away the blood at the corner of her lips. As she looked at the fallen Ling Yu, she appeared somewhat dispirited.
The initial arrogance and mockery in Qiu Yue's eyes were completely covered up by shock.
As Ling Yu's consciousness slowly turned blurry, he seemed to see headliner Ling Long in the Soaring Dragon Great Realm. He saw her smiling faintly and scolding him for being stupid, unable to learn no matter how she taught him.
Then, he saw his martial uncle, Xiao Chen, and he remembered the past in the Purple Flame Sect. He remembered the absurdity of their first meeting, the absurdity of Xiao Chen saying, "I am your martial uncle."
Ling Yu really wanted to become someone like his martial uncle. If he were his martial uncle, perhaps he would have brought Elder Sister Ling Long away ten years ago.
Goodbye, Elder Sister Ling Long. Goodbye, Martial Uncle … Little Ling Yu, I will repay all the favors in my next life.
"You did well. He committed suicide. No matter what, the First Prince cannot be blamed for it. Furthermore, the Smiling Daughter Pavilion will not be implicated. This fellow is rather courageous. Such a result is a happy ending for everyone. "
Many Bloodsucking Vines shot out from the ground, flickering with crackling electric light.
Then, the Bloodsucking Vines gathered and formed an old man. This old man was the mysterious man shrouded in bloody shadows who fought with Xiao Chen for the Five Element Divine Lightning back then.
Due to a fortuitous encounter, he obtained the Bloodsucking Vines and obtained another opportunity.
"I thought that this fellow would run. Unexpectedly, I was overthinking. Let's go."
The Bloodsucking Vine old man grabbed headliner Qiu Yue. Then, after a few leaps in the air, he landed on a fortress ship in the middle of the river.
There were already people waiting on the fortress ship. One of them was no stranger to Xiao Chen. It was the Black Lotus Church's Holy Son, Ming Xuan.
The Bloodsucking Vine old man nodded slightly to indicate that the matter was settled. Then, the Holy Son Ming Xuan sent a voice projection. The mysterious person sitting on the ship stood up and walked to the bow. Then, he looked coldly at the body in the distance, whose blood had yet to turn cold. "Whoosh! Whoosh!
Whoosh! "
When Xiao Chen and Su Ye, who had rushed over, saw Ling Yu lying on the ground, their expressions changed drastically.
Ling Yu no longer had much lifeforce left. His breathing was weak, and he was somewhat powerless to reverse the situation.
Su Ye checked Ling Yu's pulse with her finger. After a while, she shook her head at Xiao Chen with a somewhat dispirited expression.
When Xiao Chen looked up, he discovered a fortress ship heading for Yan City in the middle of the river.
A person stood at the bow of the ship, looking in this direction expressionlessly.
The First Prince, Wang Fei!
Xiao Chen could no longer suppress the murderous intent in his heart. He soared into the air, wanting to give chase.
"Martial Uncle … don't chase. Don't chase. Don't take risks for Ling Yu … Ling Yu cannot bear it. Let me rest in peace. In my next life, I will be your martial nephew again and properly serve you. "
However, Ling Yu firmly grabbed the corner of Wang Fei's clothes. It was like he had the final radiance of the setting sun. Wang Fei's soft voice was barely audible, making one feel heartache.
Wang Fei held on tightly, not daring to let go even for a moment.
Xiao Chen felt a pang in his heart. He looked up at the sky but could not bear to lower his head and look at Ling Yu one last time. He feared that he would not be able to hold back his tears.
"Let go. Martial Uncle promises not to chase."
The instant Ling Yu spoke, he closed his eyes and let go of Xiao Chen's clothes.
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