Haitang and Hyacinth did not survive for too long under the pursuit of Ruo Yu and Hua Jian. Even though they had used various methods to fight and retreat and even released the second batch of Killer Bees to delay them, Ruo Yu still had a clear advantage in terms of individual ability.
Even though Ruo Yu had not activated her Soul's Eye, with her physical skills, she was able to suppress these two Grade C Fighting Ability players. Furthermore, she had Hua Jian by her side. Since both sides had medical support players and they had an equal number of players, to put it bluntly, it was a battle to see how strong the other main player was.
Obviously, in this kind of terrain and distance, the marksmanship players were at a disadvantage. Running into an opponent like Ruo Yu, they could only admit that they were unlucky …
Therefore, after about ten minutes of running, attacking, defending, and fighting, the news of Tie Haitang and Hyacinth's deaths reached their teammates' ears.
By then, Blood Rose had been forced into a corner by the Blood Corpse God …
Even though the Blood Corpse God was not at his peak, activating Fear Projection in a small area was still quite easy for him.
Under the pressure of the Terror Points, Blood Rose's performance was obviously affected. Facing a boss-level summoned creature like the Blood Corpse God that had incredibly powerful physical skills and high-speed regeneration, once she lost her cool, it was impossible to turn the tables around.
To make matters worse … Wang Tanzhi soon arrived to help the Blood Corpse God. Therefore, Blood Rose's last hope of survival, which was to survive until the Blood Corpse God's duration ran out, was shattered.
At this point in the semi-finals, the result … was already clear.
…
In the morning, the soft light filtered through the fog and lit up the cherry garden with a pink glow.
At that moment, on the falling cherry blossoms, a cold, lifeless body … was slowly regaining its body temperature.
Her chest started to rise and fall again.
Her cheeks gradually became rosy.
Her face, skin, and body … had returned to the state of a young girl.
Not long after that, Lin Yan opened her eyes.
The first person she saw … was Feng Bujue.
"You …" Lin Yan didn't show much emotion. She was still a little confused, "Is this … a dream …"
"No." At this time, Feng Bujue was sitting cross-legged beside her. He stared at her with his dead fish eyes and said, "If you have something that can only be said to me in the dream, or something that can only be done to me in the dream, I advise you to give up the idea immediately."
His words made Lin Yan sober up a lot.
"I …" Lin Yan propped herself up, "I … didn't die?"
"He's dead," Feng Bujue replied. "He's been dead for about the time it takes to brew a cup of tea."
"Then I …" Lin Yan originally wanted to ask something, but when the words came to her mouth, her eyes just happened to sweep across Cao Qin who was not far away.
At this time, Eunuch Cao was sitting under a cherry tree. For some unknown reason … his black hair had turned completely white, and his skin had become shriveled and covered with wrinkles.
But … Lin Yan recognized him at a glance. Even though she aged a few decades in an instant, she still recognized that this old man was her adoptive father.
"Adoptive father!" Lin Yan called out tenderly. She quickly got up and walked over. She grabbed the old man's arm and asked with concern, "Adoptive father, what happened to you?"
"Haha … Adoptive father is fine …" Cao Qin's face revealed a gratified smile. He looked deeply at Lin Yan, "I … am just tired … I should rest."
"This …" Lin Yan's eyes instantly moistened. She turned around in grief and anger and glared at Feng Bujue, "Did that surnamed Feng do something to you?"
"Hey hey … Are you blaming me again?" Feng Bujue said as he stood up and patted the dust off his body.
"No … Yan 'er, you misunderstood …" Cao Qin's voice was weak, but he still tried his best to raise his voice, "If it wasn't for Master Feng, you wouldn't have been able to come back from the dead."
"What …" Lin Yan looked at Cao Qin in confusion, "What … What happened?"
"To put it simply …" Feng Bujue saw that Cao Qin was having difficulty speaking, so he took the lead and said, "Your adoptive father sacrificed his cultivation and combined it with my special cultivation method to bring you back to life."
Actually, it wasn't that complicated to explain in detail …
First, Cao Qin passed all the power of the ultimate technique he learned when he entered the Dao — the Dao Fruit Technique (one of Eunuch Cao's two secret techniques, the other being the Sunflower Manual) to Feng Bujue.
Then, Brother Jue used the instantaneous output of the NPC burning his own data … to increase the effectiveness of REWRITE in one go.
In the following period of time, REWRITE's effect wasn't just to "rewind a target to the state they were in a few seconds ago". This ability could actually do a lot of things …
Within a few seconds, Feng Bujue completed a series of simulations in his mind. Then, by rewriting and guiding the data, he transferred the [Immortal Power] (the ability to resurrect once) granted to him by the [Staff of Asclepius] to Lin Yan and made slight adjustments to the effect.
As a result … the scene of him coming back from the dead was played out.
Of course, there was a reason why Feng Bujue used the word "simple" to describe it to Lin Yan. First, it was because Lin Yan wouldn't understand the meaning of words like REWRITE even if she heard it. Second, it was because if he said the name of this move during the competition, it would leak information.
"Adoptive father … Is this true?" Lin Yan looked at Cao Qin.
"Yan Er …" Cao Qin didn't answer this question because he didn't have the energy to say another word.
At this moment, this peerless master's face was full of exhaustion. He saved the last of his strength just to finish what he wanted to say …
"Adoptive father … No … I, Cao Qin … I'm sorry." Cao Qin's breathing became heavy.
"Adoptive father … You … What do you mean …" Lin Yan was very smart. She had already vaguely guessed something, but she didn't want to expose it.
"You shouldn't hate Feng Bujue. The person you should hate … is me …" Cao Qin said, "I'm the one who killed you …"
"No! Adoptive father! " Lin Yan interrupted him firmly. "Don't say anything … Sit down first, I'll use my energy to heal you …"
"Oh … Silly child …" Cao Qin smiled bitterly and replied, "My pulse … Does it look like it can withstand the energy transfer?"
Lin Yan's expression changed when she heard this.
She became hopeless and helpless …
If it weren't for the huge fluctuations in her emotions and thoughts, Lin Yan would have noticed when she grabbed Cao Qin's arm … Eunuch Cao's body was like a building that could collapse at any time. All the pillars and walls in the building had been removed or damaged. Even a light breeze from the outside could make him collapse completely …
"Hah … Hah …" Lin Yan's eyes were unfocused. She took deep breaths and tried her best to calm herself down and think of a way …
"Master Feng!" She was very smart, so she quickly thought of the only feasible way.
Lin Yan suddenly rushed in front of Feng Bujue and knelt down heavily. She shouted herself hoarse, "Please save my adoptive father!"
"This …" Feng Bujue only had time to reply with one word.
Lin Yan was already kowtowing on the ground. "I beg you! I beg you … As long as you save my adoptive father, I'm willing to do anything! I'll be your slave … I'll be your slave … "
"Get up …" Brother Jue supported her with one hand and stopped her from hurting herself further. He shook his head and sighed. "Your adoptive father didn't save you to see you become someone's slave."
"If you don't save him … I won't get up!" Lin Yan was still kneeling. However, Feng Bujue held her by the shoulder so she couldn't kowtow anymore.
"It's not that I don't want to save him, it's that I can't," Feng Bujue said again.
"No … You can even save a dead person …" Lin Yan didn't seem to want to accept the truth. She sobbed and begged, "I beg you … Master Feng … Please …"
"Enough!" Feng Bujue shouted. Lin Yan stopped crying in fright.
"Your adoptive father gave up his cultivation, gave up his immortality, and even gave up his dreams … All for the sake of giving you a second chance in this world …" Brother Jue said sternly to Lin Yan. "… This is the way he chose to save himself. You should help him."
Lin Yan was rendered speechless by his words. She suddenly turned around and crawled to Cao Xin's side.
"Adoptive father … I …" Lin Yan choked with sobs. She wanted to say something, but she couldn't find the words to express herself.
"I understand …" Cao Qin said. "I understand …" He shook his head. "Unfortunately … I understood it too late." He paused for a few seconds before saying with difficulty, "Yan 'er, listen to me …" He took a deep breath and prepared to say the last thing he wanted to say. "Adoptive father has done a lot of evil in my life. In the first half of my life, I was ambitious and killed countless people for my own selfish desires. In the second half of my life, I believed that I had transcended the mortal world and pursued righteousness … but I still killed countless people. At the end of the day, I was just looking for different excuses for my actions.
Master Feng is right. Regardless of whether this world becomes what I want it to be … people like me are not tolerated.
People like me … are not worthy of your forgiveness, and I'm not worthy of your gratitude.
Today, to be able to use my life in exchange for yours … I can die without regrets. "
"Adoptive father …" Lin Yan sobbed softly. She didn't dare to interrupt Cao Qin because she was afraid that he wouldn't be able to speak again.
"Yan 'er …" Cao Qin continued, "I know that you're kind by nature … In fact, you don't want to hate anyone, but in order to be my' chess piece ', in order to become the kind of person I want you to become, you forced yourself to hate Feng Bujue. You forced yourself to become the' King of Hell '." When he said this, his face was pale. "From today onwards, don't do this anymore … You have to live well, live for yourself …"
After all, he was a grandmaster. Even though he was on the verge of death, he was still able to complete a sentence. "Master Feng and I … have already made arrangements. From today onwards, the 'King of Hell' is dead, and the only one alive … is Lin Yan. No matter if it's the martial world or the imperial court, no one will come to ask about you anymore. You can leave this valley and go outside … to live the life you want … "
In the end, Cao Qin … couldn't finish what he wanted to say.
Life was always like this. There was no such thing as' everything is ready ', and no one could be' foolproof '. Everyone came to this world in different degrees of panic, and they would all leave in an instant when they least expected it.
If regret was a kind of beauty, then only those with a strong heart would know how to appreciate it.
…
It was late autumn, and the sun was setting.
For the first time in decades, the fog in Buried Heart Valley … dissipated.
Yesterday, many people came here, and most of them stayed on this land forever.
However, there were still some people who left alive.
Feng Bujue and his teammates left … They morphed into white light and disappeared. They did not say goodbye to anyone.
Yuan Qi and the surviving martial artists also left. When Alliance Master Yuan left, he took with him Cao Xin's instructions, as well as the secret manuals of Breathless Skill, Divine Skill of Four Symbols, and Mountain-moving Iron Hands. It could be said that he had returned from a rewarding journey.
Later on, the title of 'Alliance Master of Wulin' accompanied Yuan Qi for many years.
Who would have thought that this mediocre person who had accomplished nothing before the age of 30 would become an immortal legend in the Jianghu? After that day, he was not only the Alliance Master in name, but also the Supreme Master of Wulin who was' invincible in the world '.
Under Yuan Qi's leadership, the entire Jianghu was peaceful and prosperous.
Ironically, a hundred years after Yuan Qi's death, an unprecedented dispute erupted in the martial arts world for the sake of fighting for the position of the alliance master and the martial arts legacy Yuan Qi left behind. In the end, the imperial court took advantage of the situation and stepped in to reap the benefits.
Since then, there was no Jianghu in this world.
…
How long did one live? Time passed like the frost in the morning. Time passed, and the sun was no longer bright.
Decades later, it was the same late autumn.
A woman was leading a camel to the Heartbreak Villa.
The sea had turned into mulberry fields, and the once prosperous villa was now left with broken fences and ruined walls.
However, the strange cherry blossoms that bloomed in autumn still bloomed on time every year.
In the morning, the woman came to a cherry blossom tree.
She looked at the cherry blossom tree in front of her and stood there for a few seconds. Then, she untied a pot of wine from the belt around her waist and took a sip. She was a little tipsy and recited —
"My generation comes out of the world,
Once I enter the Jianghu, time passes quickly.
While I talk and laugh about my ambition,
Life is nothing but a drunken life … "
As she recited, she stretched her fingers and lowered the pot of wine, allowing the wine to drip to the bottom of the tree.
"… Holding the sword, riding the horse, and waving the phantom rain,
Skeletons fly away like birds in the mountains.
Mortal affairs are like the tide, people are like the water,
Only a few people in the Jianghu will … "
The wine had run dry, but the poem was not finished yet.
Her voice was still very pleasant, but her tone was tired. She still looked young, but her eyes were full of vicissitudes.
"… Returning home, my heart is weary,
Beautiful white hair is born in gauze.
Don't ask about the three thousand affairs of the mortal world,
Pick the flower and finish the wine in the cup. "
She tilted her head back and poured the last few drops of wine into her mouth before she turned around ….
At this time, a gust of wind blew by and blew her long hair.
It was white hair.
It was as white as snow.
Beneath the fluttering white hair was the face of a young girl.
Every year on this day, she would come back here.
Perhaps, she was just here to see an old friend and reminisce.
Or perhaps, she was looking forward to … a reunion, a meeting.
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