lcionline Chapter 587 Junior Brother Qingzhi, How Have You Been?
Chapter 587 Junior Brother Qingzhi, How Have You Been?
A massive bolt of lightning crashed down on her, causing her limbs and bones to feel as if they had been torn apart, and her very soul to ache. Jiang Liqian's face turned deathly pale, and she could no longer stand, collapsing to her knees.
But she gritted her teeth and persevered, refusing to admit defeat.
She looked at Qingzhi beside her, only to see him calm and composed, his brows like snow, still aloof and otherworldly, like a banished immortal from the heavens.
Thunder roared, lightning flashed, and a fierce wind churned the Linglongxuan Palace, splitting the main hall in two in no time.
Amidst the swirling dust, Jiang Liqian suddenly noticed a striking, crimson line of blood dripping from that incomparably handsome face into his collar.
It was shallow, but Jiang Li knew she had made the right move.
Based on her normal strength, she would never be a match for Qingzhi, who was at the peak of the Tribulation Transcending Realm. However, he had a mental demon, which became his greatest weakness.
And she happens to have a heart that can ward off inner demons.
"Master, do you know how much I suffer from this inner demon day and night? Do you know how I wake up every night, on the verge of death, watching the rising sun on the horizon? Day after day, year after year, it's like hell!" Jiang Liqian smiled, showing no fear of the thunder that was gathering above her head again.
Amidst the fierce winds, torrential rain poured down.
Through the vast expanse of rain, Jiang Li smiled bitterly, as scenes from her past life replayed before her eyes, as if she were experiencing another round of torture in the eighteen levels of hell.
Those pairs of eyes went from admiration and longing to disappointment and disgust.
Those faces went from admiration and worship to contempt and hatred.
Doubts, ridicule, insults, pity... all of them seemed to strike her soul like heavy hammer blows, shattering it into pieces and leaving it in ruins.
She once believed that life was hope, and that life was more precious than anything else; later she suddenly realized that sometimes death is not such a terrible thing, but may be a relief, a true redemption.
just now.
"Master," she staggered to her feet, her body covered in bruises, her long robes tattered and worn, but the mist in her eyes had dissipated, revealing no pain, only an astonishing brightness, filled with an excitement beyond the comprehension of ordinary people, eager to try, "You are the distant goal I have pursued all my life, I once regarded you as a god, now... let your disciple also taste the flavor of slaying a god?"
An eerie red light shone from her eyes, and Xin Xin on her shoulder tilted her head, her eyes glowing red, and she laughed wickedly and wildly.
It's like the other side of a mirror.
Qingzhi narrowed his eyes slightly, and the next second, he saw the girl in the cold lightning raise her hand against the wind, and under the huge lightning bolts that were as thick as pillars that the three of them could hug, she suddenly clenched her five fingers upward.
Qingzhi's vision blurred, and then he was transported to the nightmare he feared most deep in his heart.
It was a dream of paradise that would never fade, a dream filled with blooming flowers, beautiful spring scenery, and a vast and tranquil sky and sea, where the Tianqian Sect remained as peaceful and serene as ever.
He stepped into the peach grove, and from a great distance, he could see a peach blossom bud tugging at the hem of a red gauze dress, which stretched out diagonally from among the scattered blossoms. Beneath the red gauze, a wine gourd swayed precariously in the gentle breeze.
Whenever he reached this point, he dared not go any further.
But he didn't go, and the tragic world still crashed into his shattered body.
The crimson peach blossoms stretched outwards in concentric circles, layer upon layer, spreading towards the heavens with every breath. The peach blossoms on the trees were in full bloom, countless blossoms constantly approaching his eyes. He was forced to look at the tree, at the reddest blossom, the girl with her eyes tightly closed, her face as white as paper, blood trickling from the corner of her mouth, her lower body not porcelain white and pink skin, but white bones cut inch by inch by swords.
Even though one of her hands had been broken by a great force, she still tightly gripped the ice jade gourd that he had once so happily obtained for her, a gourd that had once withstood ten thousand demons with a single sword strike.
Her last words, whispered before parting, still echoed in my ears, over and over again, like a nightmare—"Forget me, and live well."
Forget her.
Live well.
For the sake of the sect.
For the path to immortality.
Everything before his eyes was rapidly fading away, except for the peach blossoms that grew ever redder until they turned into a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood. Magma surged, the sky was torn apart, time was distorted in this world, space was cleaved into pieces, and the sun, moon, and stars all became sacrifices for the end times. Only the Heavenly Qian Sect, everything he loved, respected, and all that he experienced joy and sorrow for, was perishing.
Master, Elders, Senior Brothers, Senior Sisters, Junior Brothers, Junior Sisters, Friends, Lovers—all of them!
He stood indifferently in the muddy swamp of blood, looking at the familiar and unfamiliar skeletons, asking himself countless times why they could die so righteously while he was forced to eke out a living day after day.
Why.
"Boom——!"
"Boom!" "Boom!"
The heavenly thunder, symbolizing the way of heaven and divine punishment, suddenly annihilated all evil fantasies. His hell was instantly split in two. One half was his destined disciple, entangled in demonic energy, excitedly wanting to see him in a miserable and painful state. The other half was his junior sister's last glance back at him.
Her murmurs echoed continuously in her empty mind.
Live on, live well.
Live well.
Alright, live on...
"Boom!"
"Boom--!"
"Boom--!"
The sound was gradually drowned out by the deafening thunder, becoming more and more ethereal and distant with each passing moment.
Qingzhi stood silently in place, and icy water seeped from the lake of his heart, which had been frozen for five hundred years, and finally burst its banks.
Countless peach blossoms rose again, and once more, the unrestrained and free-spirited sword chants echoed in the wind.
He looked up, and through his hazy vision, he saw the girl smiling sweetly.
"Junior Brother Qingzhi, how have you been?"
Tears suddenly slid down his thin chin.
He smiled, but tears kept flowing.
"Yes, Senior Sister, how have you been?"
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He slowly opened his eyes. The dark clouds were still looming in the sky, and the torrential rain seemed endless, falling continuously from the clouds towards his eyes. However, the terrifying thunder was gone, with only the lingering rumble of thunder echoing in the air.
His pristine white robes lay scattered in the filthy mud. In the broken roof, the stars and moon shone dimly, only the icy rain and his tears flowed down, constantly washing away the ever-reddening cinnabar mark between his brows.
His front was covered in shocking blood, beneath which lay a hole pierced by a longsword. Xue Bingzi's eyes flickered, and as he struggled out of the suffocating pain, he finally showed a trace of exhaustion, looking at Jiang Liqian, who was gripping the sword hilt tightly with a ferocious expression.
With a silent sigh, he closed his eyes.
"Li'er, that's enough."
Before Jiang Liqian could react, a sharp pain shot through her wrist, and the sword plunged straight into the thick snow from her hand.
She stared in astonishment at Qingzhi, who had risen from the ground, still radiant and aloof from the world.
"impossible……
"This, how is this possible..."