The Sun was setting, shedding down faint red light that reflected off the peach tree.
The night wind blew by, scattering down the petals and scattering them all over the sky.
Ling Xian's face was pale white and his eyes were lifeless. It was as if his heart was dead and he had lost his soul.
His hands held onto the zither as he lamented and lamented.
The music of the zither was slow and full of sadness. Like the dead of winter, or like the dead of autumn, it made everyone feel sad.
This was the first time he had been hit like this. It could be said that he had completely lost his will to fight and lost his confidence.
Since he began his cultivation journey, he has encountered countless powerful enemies. Many times, he was like an egg hitting a rock. But never once did he feel so hopeless.
For one, it was because of his strong belief. For two, it was because of his strong mentality.
Especially after experiencing the lost century, his mentality became more and more determined. No matter how big the ups and downs were, his belief could not be shaken.
But this time, he was shaken.
Or in other words, since the beginning, he doubted if his thoughts were correct. As he failed again and again, he became more and more doubtful. In the end, his entire belief was shaken.
Not only was he doubting if his thoughts were correct, he was also doubting if he could ever reach the peak.
Ling Xian trained so hard and never slacked off. What did he rely on?
It wasn't because of the immortals inside the Painting of the Nine Immortals, nor was it because of the sense of security. It was because of his belief!
The belief to reach the peak!
Without this, he could roam the world and do whatever he wanted. After all, he was now a powerhouse of the Taoism community. Where couldn't he go in the nine continents?
What couldn't he have?
So long as he gave the order, beauties, treasures, power, and everything else would be within his grasp!
However, that wasn't what he wanted. He wanted to truly control his own fate and be the only one in the world!
Only then could he truly be free and unfettered!
Therefore, Ling Xian has been training hard and he refused to slack off. But before his eyes, his belief was shaken and he was on the verge of collapsing.
This type of attack wasn't painful, but it was destructive. It was crushing him on a spiritual level!
Right now, Ling Xian's belief was shaken and he was on the verge of collapsing.
This was him. If this was anyone else, they would've gone insane by now. For him to be able to maintain his rationality was already very difficult.
Despite this, he was still trapped and could not free himself.
In other words, this was the biggest setback and the hardest challenge Ling Xian has ever faced.
Nobody could help him, not even the immortals inside the Painting of the Nine Immortals. He could only rely on himself. If he could rebuild his faith, he would be able to make a comeback and come back from death's door.
If he allowed his faith to crumble, then he would be crippled.
However, his conviction had already been shaken, and he was deeply immersed in it, unable to extricate himself. How could he reform it?
"The road ahead is boundless, and death looms over my head. Where … is my path?"
"Where is he?!"
After a low hum and a loud shout, Ling Xian's black hair stood out in anger. His 10 fingers plucked the strings and the music became chaotic.
Clang!
The sound of the zither resounded in a chaotic and hurried manner, and it was like a surging ocean that furiously swept through the world.
Especially as time went by, the sound of the zither became more and more rapid, more and more ferocious. In the end, it actually created a sonic boom that shattered the space.
At the same time, the zither snapped and Ling Xian's white robe turned red.
That pair of deep black eyes also dimmed.
Next door, Su Zi's expression changed drastically.
She was originally meditating, but when she heard the zither, she couldn't help but to listen. Then, she was infected by the sadness and didn't want to leave.
When the zither became chaotic, she realized something was wrong. Now that the sound of the zither had disappeared, she realized how weak the zither player was.
It wasn't an exaggeration to say that his life was hanging by a thread. If nobody saves him, he will die for sure!
"Consider yourself lucky to have met me, the only inheritor of the House of Death."
Su Zi softly sighed. Then, without hesitation, she took out a green flute from her sleeve.
At once, the night sky flashed with green light and the garden became livelier.
Su Zi's hand played on the flute. Her breath smelled like orchids as she played a heavenly song.
The sound of the flute was slow and gentle. Like a spring breeze, it brought life to all living things.
Ling Xian was no exception.
He was irritated by the thought that his life was Heaven and Earth. Because of this, his injuries worsened and he fell into a state of unconsciousness.
Under the nourishment of the flute's music, he slowly opened his eyes. However, there was only silence and no light. For one, his injuries were far too severe. For two, his heart was dead.
"Hmmph, why save someone who has no hope?"
After a snicker, Ling Xian's eyes were full of sorrow and his heart was full of bitterness.
This made Su Zi, who was next door, frown. Her face was full of anger.
She was trying to save him out of kindness. Did she save the wrong person?
"Oh well, as long as I am not dead, I will die."
Ling Xian softly sighed. He paid his respect to the person next door and thanked her. Then, he pushed his chair back into his room and didn't speak anymore.
With his personality, he should've thanked her in person for saving his life. But right now, he was on the verge of collapsing. How could he be in the mood?
In fact, he even felt a little reproachful.
He was blaming Su Zi for being a busybody and saving his life. Since there was no hope, what was the point of living?
…..
"What a strange person. It seems like he didn't succeed and chose to give up."
Su Zi shook her head and put the flute back into her sleeve. Her face was somewhat angry and somewhat worried.
She didn't recognize Ling Xian's voice. After all, when they first met, Ling Xian was only 15 or 16 years old and his voice was still immature. Plus, after all these years, it was normal that she didn't recognize his voice.
However, Su Zi could hear the desperation in his voice.
Just what had he encountered that could make a person despair and even have the will to die?
Su Zi didn't know. But she did know that if Ling Xian continues to be like this, then even if a deity descends, he won't be able to save his life.
And she didn't want him to die.
This was because of her kind nature and also because they've been living next to each other for three years. Though they've never met and they've never even talked to each other, she felt strangely familiar.
"After all, I am the only inheritor of the Wu Death House. Now that you have met me, you won't die."
The corner of Su Zi's lips curled up and her face revealed some arrogance. She was starting to look like her old self.
"If you want to die, then I won't let you."
Under the moonlight and in the night wind, these playful words echoed and determined Ling Xian's life and death.
…..
The next morning, the medical center opened as usual. Su Zi treated people as usual, as if last night's events never happened.
The Wen Dao Store opened on time. The crowd was as hot as ever, but nobody had gained anything.
Ling Xian was as cold as ever and full of worry. As he stared at the falling peach blossoms, his dark eyes were emotionless.
This made Xiao Ye's heart wrench. She wanted to hug Ling Xian in her arms and take good care of him. Sadly, she could only fantasize about it.
If she really did that, she had no doubt that Ling Xian would kill her with one slap.
"As I thought, I have no defense against cold men."
Xiao Ye sighed and returned her attention to the store. Then, her heart wrenched even harder.
Instead of earning spiritual stones, he chose to answer questions and get treasures. What a waste!
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