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On Zhong Ming Mountain, Ye Jieyu stood atop Cloud Peak, her plain white robe billowing in the wind like a comical spinning top.
Mu Jingkui quietly stood behind her, watching as she suddenly turned around, a mischievous smile on her face. "You arrived two days later than I expected."
Mu Jingkui remained silent, his sword-like brows slightly raised.
He could have found her earlier, but the poison in his body had flared up, forcing him to return to Bloodshed Pavilion for a temporary antidote to suppress it.
"Make your move!" Ye Jieyu drew the silver whip from her waist and charged at him like a flash of lightning.
The silver whip danced like mist, each strike filled with lethal intent.
Mu Jingkui raised an eyebrow and evaded her whip, holding his long sword defensively without attacking.
"Why aren't you making a move? Is it because you're still infatuated with me after that night?" Ye Jieyu said with a grin, her whip aiming for his neck.
Mu Jingkui was momentarily taken aback. In that fleeting moment of distraction, Ye Jieyu's whip had already wrapped around his neck.
Suddenly, he found it hard to breathe; instinctively, his right hand swung the sword towards Ye Jieyu's chest.
"Stab!" The blade pierced flesh, and in an instant, blood mist obscured Mu Jingkui's vision, leaving his mind blank for a moment.
"Ye Jieyu!" He hadn't intended to kill her; he only wanted to force her back with the whip. Why didn't she dodge?
The whip loosened from around his neck as Ye Jieyu stumbled back two steps before falling off the cliff behind her.
"Ye Jieyu!" Mu Jingkui abandoned his sword and lunged forward, grasping her hand firmly to steady her falling body. In that instant, a wave of profound fear washed over him. He was terrified of her death.
Ye Jieyu slowly lifted her head, a smile gracing her pale face. As she opened her mouth, blood spilled forth: "You still can't bear to see me die, can you, Xun Yang?"
Xun Yang!
Xun Yang!
It felt as if something within him had been shattered by a powerful blow, and long-buried memories surged forth uncontrollably.
Fragments flashed through his mind—Cloud Peak, the pink peach blossoms blooming abundantly. She stood in a bright red wedding dress under the night sky, quietly watching him until a middle-aged man forcefully swept her away.
"Xun Yang, no matter what you become in the future, I will find you. Even if it takes a lifetime, even if I have to give everything, I will find you. So… don’t forget me."
As she struggled, tears soaked her entire face as she called out to him. He wanted to rush over and take her back, but a dark hand gripped his neck from behind, and a half-destroyed face appeared before him, accompanied by terrifying howls.
"Let go of me! Let go of me!" He struggled desperately, but that hand felt like it was glued to him, refusing to release its grip.
As he watched her being taken away, he let out a hoarse cry to the heavens.
"Heh heh! Heh heh! Zhang Sanfeng, one day I will make you regret this."
The strange figure laughed maniacally and struck at the back of his neck.
In that moment of unconsciousness, he felt something wet being shoved into his mouth, followed by a wave of foul odor spreading within.
“Xun Yang! Wake up, Xun Yang has finally awakened!”
A voice filled with excitement rang out, followed by the sound of a wooden door being pushed open.
Mu Jingkui slowly opened his eyes, and a blinding ray of sunlight pierced through, causing him to shut them tightly for a moment before daring to open them again.
At the foot of the bed sat an elderly man with white hair. “Child, you’ve finally woken up.”
“Master, where is Jie Yu?” He suddenly sat up, gripping the old man’s hand tightly.
He remembered her; how could he ever forget?
Three years ago, he and she were the most promising disciples of Wudang. They were the envy of everyone on Wudang Mountain, known as the Golden Boy and Jade Girl. He thought he would never leave her side for the rest of his life.
But their wedding day was destined to be a tragedy.
The Blood Fiend Sect Master from Bloodshed Pavilion stormed Wudang with three hundred assassins, forcibly abducting him and Jie Yu.
At Cloud Peak, Zhang Sanfeng could only save one person, and he hoped it would be Ye Jieyu.
If one of them was destined to go to hell, he would never allow it to be Ye Jieyu.
“Zhang Sanfeng, we made a three-year pact. Three years later, I want your most favored disciple to kill his most beloved woman, and then blood will wash over Wudang.” The words of the Blood Fiend Sect Master echoed in his mind. The devilish life he had lived for three years was as red as blood; so many had died by his sword, even Jie Yu...
“No!” A mouthful of blood spewed forth as he fell back onto the bed, feeling as if his body had been emptied. His heart was gripped tightly by a giant hand, causing him unbearable pain.
He killed her! He watched helplessly as she fell off the cliff, and then a wave of heart-wrenching pain surged through him. Once again, the poison in his body flared up, and he fainted into a despairing darkness.
What is the meaning of living if one’s heart is dead?
Mu Jingkui did not know how his master found him or how he cured his poison. He lived like a walking corpse, with the Wudang Disciples taking turns to guard him, not even giving him a chance to die.
“Senior Brother, it’s time to eat!” one disciple shoved a bowl into his hands.
“Crash!” The bowl fell to the ground, scattering food everywhere. He stared blankly at the broken pieces on the floor, then rushed over and picked up a shard of porcelain to cut his own neck.
“Senior Brother, don’t!” The disciple tried to stop him, but it was too late; the shard was about to slice through his throat.
“Stop!” A flash of silver light darted through the air, knocking the shard from Mu Jingkui’s hand. Zhang Sanfeng walked into the room with an expression of helplessness and gestured for the disciple to leave.
“Master!” Mu Jingkui fell to his knees with a thud. “Master, let me die! I am deeply guilty and only seek death.”
“Alas! Come with me,” Zhang Sanfeng sighed deeply. “Perhaps if you go, you will understand.”
Zhang Sanfeng led him to Cloud Peak and pointed at the broken cliff. “Child, go down and see for yourself.”
Mu Jingkui was taken aback as images of Ye Jieyu falling flashed through his mind. Without thinking, he dashed forward and leaped off the edge.
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