After he finished speaking, he raised his hand and thrust his sword forward!
However, at this moment, a green light flashed in front of Jiang Yexue's eyes. He immediately pulled back his sword and retreated. His long eyebrows raised sharply as he said in shock, "Bamboo Warriors?!"
The one who had blocked his killing move was Murong Chuyi's Bamboo Warriors. The green-skinned puppet was holding a scimitar. It let out a shout and stood in front of Yue Chenqing to protect him.
Jiang Yexue was shocked. He thought that Murong Chuyi had regained consciousness. However, when he turned around, he saw that Murong Chuyi was still lying in a pool of blood with his eyes closed. His heart suddenly turned cold. He suddenly realized —
It was Yue Chenqing!
Yue Chenqing's cowardice from before was actually an act!
When he was fighting the Sword Demon Li Qingqian, Yue Chenqing had called the Bamboo Warriors to protect him with a scream. These Bamboo Warriors' first master was Murong Chuyi. Once Murong Chuyi lost consciousness, they would follow Yue Chenqing's orders. Therefore, when Jiang Yexue was speaking, Yue Chenqing had already secretly called back the Bamboo Warriors that were wandering around the cave.
Jiang Yexue suddenly turned his gaze to Yue Chenqing. He saw that although Yue Chenqing's expression was extremely sorrowful, he was not as dispirited as before. He could not help but clench his teeth and said,
"Yue Chenqing … I have underestimated you!"
Yue Chenqing coughed up blood and gasped for breath as he raised his head, "… I have said before … I am already the head of the Yue Clan … how could I …" His mouth and teeth were dyed scarlet with blood, "How could I allow you to … do … do evil in the Muddy Sky Cave!!"
After he finished speaking, he shouted sternly, "Everyone, attack!"
Dozens of bamboo warriors received the order and instantly rushed out from behind the high rocks. One after another, they pounced on Jiang Yexue. They let out sharp screeches and began to fight fiercely.
While Jiang Yexue and a large number of bamboo mechas were fighting, Yue Chenqing broke free from the restraints of the wheelchair, stood up shakily, and walked in front of Mo Xi.
He said to Mo Xi, who was unable to speak due to the poison in his body, "Lord Xi He … I'm sorry … I've implicated you in the Yue Clan's matter."
Yue Chenqing's black eyes were moist. He looked extremely tired, but his eyes flashed with determination. "But … I won't … I won't let Fourth Uncle and you suffer for nothing …"
After saying this, he dragged his body that was riddled with wounds and turned around to walk towards the blood pool step by step.
Mo Xi shuddered.
Could it be that he wanted to sacrifice the vengeful spirits to take Jiang Yexue's life?!
Jiang Yexue had obviously seen through Yue Chenqing's intentions. He cursed silently, and the sword in his hand suddenly blazed with a golden light. He shook it violently, and more than half of the bamboo warriors that surrounded him were blasted away!
Immediately after, a golden chain swam out and went straight for Yue Chenqing's lower body! Although Yue Chenqing's physical strength was weak, he had followed Mo Xi and fought outside for two years. He was not as weak and incompetent as his brother thought. He endured the pain and managed to dodge the chain.
Yue Chenqing gasped for breath, her eyes covered with tears, but her hatred was mixed with many other emotions. "Jiang Yexue, I've never liked to quarrel, I don't like to fight, and I hate to fight over things even more … If your selfishness is to make me return everything that I've taken from you, then why didn't you tell me earlier!?"
Jiang Yexue sneered, "What, you want to abdicate? Don't be stupid, Yue Chenqing. All the power in this world has to be seized, even if it's the Crown Prince. "
"In order to seize power, do you have to kill so many people?! Now you're standing on these corpses to get the Yue Clan. How can you be at ease? "
"Why can't I be at ease?" Jiang Yexue sneered coldly, "I've already passed the stupid years of being at ease. Even if all the cultivators in Jiuzhou were to pave the way for me, I wouldn't feel the slightest bit uncomfortable, let alone a person from Hun Tian Cave."
Yue Chenqing looked at him with red eyes, as if he didn't want to talk to him anymore. He only stammered, "… You won't get what you want. Whether it's the Yue Clan or Fourth Uncle, you'll never get them. "
After he finished speaking, he jumped into the blood pool.
However, right at this critical moment, a golden rope suddenly wrapped tightly around Yue Chenqing's waist, and it forcefully stopped his actions of sacrificing himself for the dead. Yue Chenqing suddenly turned his head — —
Xiao Lan'er expressionlessly held the chain and looked at him with extreme coldness.
It turned out that Jiang Yexue didn't hit Yue Chenqing hard, so he transferred the spiritual power of the chain to the puppet Xiao Lan'er behind Yue Chenqing. Xiao Lan'er took this opportunity to attack Yue Chenqing from behind. Caught off guard, Yue Chenqing was tightly bound by her and couldn't break free.
Jiang Yexue took the opportunity to shake off the bamboo warriors who besieged him. In the midst of the exploding bamboo shards and smoke, this seemingly gentle and refined man calmly walked closer and closer, step by step. Finally, he arrived in front of Yue Chenqing and raised his hand to pinch his neck.
"Yue Chenqing, since you're in such a hurry to die, I can't wait to send you to the Yellow Springs." Jiang Yexue exerted strength in his fingers. Yue Chenqing's face instantly flushed red under his ruthless grip, unable to say a word. "But you don't need to jump into the blood pool. Don't even think about using your soul to make a deal with the monsters in the blood pool. Don't try to stop me!"
He snatched Xiao Lan'er's Tyrannical Spirit Core, causing a powerful flame to flow through his body.
"Also, please don't laughably consider yourself as the Yue Clan's Patriarch. These vengeful spirits in the Muddy Sky Cave are destined to not listen to you. Just now, after you stupidly self-destructed your Spirit Core, you have already become a useless person. You will never become the Yue Clan's Patriarch again. "
"And the second successor is me."
After he finished speaking, he suddenly raised his hand and struck Yue Chenqing's chest, where his heart was.
Yue Chenqing spat out a mouthful of blood. The hissing spirit stream instantly shattered Yue Chenqing's spirit core, which was already on the verge of collapsing.
Jiang Yexue's eyes flashed with the cold light of a vulture's attack. He seemed to have made up his mind to make Yue Chenqing feel powerless and disheartened. Thus, after completely destroying Yue Chenqing's Spirit Core, he suddenly raised his hand and shouted sternly, "Listen to my orders!"
His voice reverberated throughout the Muddy Sky Cave, followed by countless screams. Those vengeful spirits, who were previously confused and didn't know what to do, suddenly understood who the new Patriarch was. They stretched out their necks and opened their mouths, letting out angry roars that shook the rock layers. The blood pool was surging with scarlet red waves. Even more vengeful spirits that didn't jump out of the pool were drinking restlessly in the pool.
Jiang Yexue laughed for a long time. Then, with a sinister smile, he said to Yue Chenqing in an extremely disdainful tone, "Yue Chenqing, do you know who the new Patriarch of the Yue Clan is?! You can't order them around anymore, because you're not qualified at all! "
"He's not qualified."
Suddenly, a cold voice sounded from behind Jiang Yexue, "Then what about me?"
Jiang Yexue was startled. The frivolous and arrogant expression on his face hadn't faded away. He suddenly reacted and immediately turned around, "Chuyi?!"
Murong Chuyi had already woken up. He struggled, covered his wounds, and stood up from the pool of blood. He was more miserable than ever. His white clothes fluttered in the wind, and he no longer looked like an immortal or a god. However, what made people uneasy was that his calmness and indifference didn't decrease at all.
His face, which was extremely pale due to excessive blood loss, was even paler than usual.
Murong Chuyi looked at Jiang Yexue indifferently, "Yue Yexue, am I qualified?"
Jiang Yexue was the son of Lady Xie, while Murong Chuyi was the son of Lady Chu. After Yue Chenqing lost the ability to control them, the Blood Pool Resentful Spirits were all the same regardless of whether it was Murong Chuyi or Jiang Yexue.
Murong Chuyi's spirit flames also burned fiercely. The light from the flames made his sharp phoenix eyes extremely bright. He shouted in a deep voice, "Listen to my command!"
The Resentful Spirits were stirred up again. The Evil Spirits that had obeyed Jiang Yexue's command once again followed Murong Chuyi's instructions. They turned around and approached Jiang Yexue and Xiao Lan'er.
Jiang Yexue's expression didn't change, but it was still cold. He narrowed his eyes and said, "Chuyi, you know you're no match for me."
Murong Chuyi didn't answer. He just continued to offer his spirit energy to the Blood Spirits.
Jiang Yexue said, "Why are you messing around with me again? You're no match for me in terms of spirit energy. Besides, I can control your mind again. You — "
"Rise!"
Murong Chuyi shouted. The Resentful Spirits all roared and charged at Jiang Yexue. Jiang Yexue flicked his sleeves and increased his spirit flow. He wanted to pull the Resentful Spirits back to his side.
But at that moment, he heard Murong Chuyi sneer and say, "Yue Yexue, you're right."
"You steal people's spirit energy, destroy their spirit cores, feed them poison, and control their hearts. I'm no match for you. I'm no match for you. "
"…" Jiang Yexue stared at him. For a moment, he didn't understand what he meant.
"I'm sick of being your puppet. But in order to protect Yue Chenqing, I've been enduring it. No matter how disgusting it is, I'll endure it."
"…"
"To be honest, I've endured it to the end. I don't want to care about the Yue Clan anymore."
When Jiang Yexue heard him give up, he heaved a sigh of relief. He took a step forward and said, "Chuyi, if you don't interfere in today's matter, then for your sake, it's not impossible for me to …"
Murong Chuyi looked at him calmly.
"Jiang Yexue, you don't have to negotiate with me. You can forget about controlling me for the rest of your life."
Jiang Yexue was stunned.
Murong Chuyi sighed. He said in a low voice, "It's been more than twenty years. It's time for us to end it."
Jiang Yexue suddenly reacted. He rushed forward and shouted, "Chuyi —!"
But it was too late. Clothes rustled in the wind.
He grabbed empty air. Murong Chuyi's clothes flew past his fingertips.
Before Jiang Yexue could say anything, the blood-stained white clothes fluttered and fell into the surging lava of the Blood Pool.
Dead silence.
For a moment, Yue Chenqing, Jiang Yexue, and even Mo Xi didn't think that this was real.
Murong Chuyi was too decisive and straightforward. Just like everything he did in the past, as long as he thought it through, he would do it. He didn't say anything else. He didn't want to stay with anyone. He didn't explain to anyone.
Or maybe he knew that Jiang Yexue could quickly control his body again, so he didn't give Jiang Yexue a chance to ask him to stay.
Murong Chuyi seemed to have always been heartless.
Even to himself.
For a moment, Moxie thought that Murong Chuyi would soon return to the surface from the bottom of the pool like an immortal exiled from the snow, just like when he killed the Sword Devil Li Qingqian. That person was so casual and confident about his victory.
But it didn't happen.
The Blood Pool churned. Once again, a huge scarlet wave burst out. The wave transformed into the shape of a twisted evil spirit. It roared and charged toward Jiang Yexue!
Yue Chenqing finally regained her senses amidst the torrent and screamed hoarsely, "Fourth Uncle!! No, no!!! "
Jiang Yexue, on the other hand, was still in a daze. His eyes were wide open, and his eyeballs were about to pop out of their sockets.
He raised his hand. He could clearly block that attack, but the image of Murong Chuyi being swallowed by the Blood Pool still seemed to flash before his eyes. Murong Chuyi's last words seemed to echo in his ears.
He didn't even think it was real.
In his calculations, he had included everyone's death, and anyone's life could be used as a bargaining chip.
However, he did not take into account Murong Chuyi.
Jiang Yexue stood there stiffly. Perhaps he didn't even know why he was standing there in a daze. Before he could ask his own heart, before he could understand what he was feeling, the violent current of the blood pool came crashing down furiously and wrapped around him —!
Instantly.
The intense red color filled everything in front of him.
Jiang Yexue couldn't help but murmur in a trembling voice, "… Do you really … hate me that much?"
No one answered. The scarlet red in front of them was like an old plum tree from many years ago, leaning against the pinkish-white wall, blooming brightly …
At that time, he was young, upright, and spotless. He had never let anyone down. He held the umbrella and walked behind the youth who was standing with his back to him. He smiled gently and said, "Whose child are you? Why don't you hold an umbrella in such a heavy snowstorm? "
Murong Chuyi turned his head. There was no hatred in his eyes, nor was there any disappointment or sadness.
He just looked at him quietly.
It was different from when they first met. In a daze, he seemed to see Murong Chuyi smiling at him. Against the backdrop of the wind, snow, and plum blossoms, the youth said to him, "Nice to meet you. My name is Murong Chuyi."
Jiang Yexue's heart suddenly ached. The memories of the past twenty years stabbed into his chest. In the first half of his life, he stuck to the righteous path and failed to obtain justice in the world. However, in any case, Murong Chuyi trusted and protected him. In the second half of his life, he was stained with blood and plotted everything. Just as he was about to take back his power, he discovered …
The person standing in front of him was the same person.
However, Murong Chuyi had protected him.
When everyone distanced themselves from him and his old friends tried to avoid him, it was Murong Chuyi who gave him a place to stay. He gave him recognition, encouragement, and a home.
Perhaps Murong Chuyi didn't hate him. It was because he had personally killed Jiang Yexue, whom Murong Chuyi respected, the moment he fell into the devil's path.
In the last moments of his consciousness, he heard Yexue Chenqing's heart-wrenching cries and wails, "Fourth Uncle!!!!!"
How is he your fourth uncle?
Jiang Yexue thought.
At the beginning of the story, he was clearly my man …
If only our time stopped at that one year, that one day, under that old plum tree, how wonderful would it have been ….??????
"Fourth Uncle … Fourth … Fourth Uncle …!!"
The torrent of resentful spirits swallowed him.
The waves of blood receded. Even the remains of the bamboo warriors on the shore and the resentful spirits that had leaped out of the blood pool were swept away. Xiao Lan'er fell to the ground. She had completely fainted. Yexue Chenqing knelt on the ground with a thud and staggered towards the blood pool. His face was covered in tears as he wailed.
"Fourth Uncle … No … I don't want you to go … Ah …" In the end, he could only vomit and wail in grief. "I won't be angry with you anymore … I beg you … I beg you …"
It was as if it had finally responded to his pleas.
Suddenly, a warm white light floated up from the blood pool.
Yexue Chenqing suddenly raised his head. His pupils constricted, and his whole body trembled. The color of his lips faded away in an instant. He was so desperate yet so full of hope. His hands and feet rubbed against the ground, leaving streaks of blood. He crawled towards the blood pool. "Fourth Uncle …"
It was indeed Murong Chuyi who had floated out of the blood pool. However, he was already in the state of a sacrificial soul. He did not have any more spiritual power, nor did he have any more time. His white body was gradually becoming transparent.
It was exactly the same as when he had come out to save Yexue Chenqing when he had gotten into trouble. Murong Chuyi's silk belt fluttered, his clothes fluttered, and the snow-white sword light enveloped him, causing him to fall to the ground like a god descending to the mortal world.
However, unlike before, Murong Chuyi had always looked impatient when he saved him. He did not look him in the eye, nor did he speak to him.
However, this time, without the Black Demon Curse that Jiang Yexue had cast on him, Murong Chuyi no longer had to worry about being contaminated by the Devil Qi if he got too close to someone. Finally, as Yexue Chenqing had longed for, he gently smiled and lowered his eyes. He raised his hand, which was floating with white light, and gently covered the top of Yexue Chenqing's head.
Yexue Chenqing could not speak. Finally, his tears fell like rain.
"You have done very well, Yexue Chenqing." Murong Chuyi's voice was as ethereal as smoke, drifting in the Hun Tian Cave after the great calamity. "It's a pity that Fourth Uncle has never properly accompanied you, taught you, or cared for you."
"No … it's not like that!! You have treated me well! I have let you down, it's me … Fourth Uncle, don't go! Can you exchange places with me, please exchange places with me … "
"What nonsense are you talking about?" Murong Chuyi stretched out two fingers and lightly tapped Yexue Chenqing's forehead. "You are still young. You still have a long way to go. This is the last time I will save you. In the future, you have to be more diligent and work harder. Remember, you are not only Murong Huang's son. "
He paused for a moment and gently said,
"You are also my nephew, Yexue Chenqing."
After saying this, he walked to Mo Xi's side and placed his hand on Mo Xi's chest. He transferred the last of his soul power bit by bit, dispelling the Devil Poison that was difficult to cure.
Mo Xi choked and spat out a mouthful of blood. He could finally move. His throat was heavy and hoarse as he said, "Murong …"
Murong Chuyi shook his head and asked in a low voice, "You haven't told Gu Mang that I am his older brother, have you?"
"…"
"Then don't ever tell him," Murong Chuyi said softly. "I am sorry, Lord Xi He."
His hand moved away from Mo Xie's chest, and the shadow became more and more indistinct, fainter and fainter, almost becoming an unrecognizable illusion.
"Everyone has their own fate. Fate is shallow, but fate is deep. It seems that I am not fated to be with him. I will not be able to make it to tomorrow's appointment. Please tell him … tell him to take care of himself. "
The last bit of light gradually dissipated. Only Murong Chuyi's voice still lingered in the cave. It was a gentle voice that no one had heard in all these years.
"Don't expect me to …"
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