Chapter 270: Encountering a Clear Day Chapter 246: The Red Sun Rises

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Protagonist:

Shaowei

Liu Qi

"——Bang!"

A dull thud echoed in the pitch-black darkness.

Shaowei, who had fought her way up the rugged mountain path, injured and rolled down to a stone platform on a cliff below; her figure splashed a large spray of water mist in the rain, and because vines grew by the cliffside, using them as a barrier, she did not roll down the cliff along with her dropped blade.

Shaowei propped her arm to rise, but fell face-first into the muddy water again; after a moment, she laboriously turned her body, changing to lie flat temporarily to catch her breath.

Under the rain falling straight down, her eyes were hard to open; before Shaowei closed her eyes, what flashed before her eyes was dense moving black shadows on the mountain path to her upper side.

Because most people behind were held back by Liu Qi, and under the sporadic attacks of the Yellow Sparrows, Shaowei and her household slave teamed up, invincible wherever they went, killing their way up the mountain lodge, managing to advance quickly on the treacherous mountain path for a stretch, but just as they were about to approach the Immortal Shrine, they were once again besieged and pecked by dense Yellow Sparrows.

The sense of direction in the dim rainy night could only be controlled by Shaowei; she always fought and killed at the very front, the household slave was the one who could keep closest to her footsteps, and some accompanying Imperial Guards did not die at the hands of enemies, but fell behind and disappeared on this evil rainy mountain wild path.

Shaowei's assistance was extremely limited.

And among those Yellow Sparrows, the experts had different moves and styles; just as she figured out one person's moves in combat, different moves and weapons attacked from all sides; even the top-tier swordsman would find it hard to retreat unscathed and break out of such a siege.

Not to mention that those two top-tier swordsmen had already suffered heavy injuries from killing their way here, and waiting further ahead were plenty of Yellow Sparrows with full physical strength.

The dense black shadows seen before closing her eyes made Shaowei feel that they were like heavenly soldiers guarding the entrance to the Nine Heavens, inexhaustible, impossible to kill no matter what.

This thought made Shaowei's mind uncontrollably generate great weariness; she had swallowed all the pills midway to stop the bleeding, but now her stomach was in spasms, every part of her body ached, and the whole world was in extreme pain, extreme exhaustion, and extreme cold.

The entire Mount Tai on such a rainy night turned into an extremely dense pitch-black color; the swaying mountain forest and all things were like despairing dead ashes that could never be rekindled; those who were variables were destined to become fragments under this absolute situation's heavenly punishment, turning into dust and mud that vanished with a boom.

The rain hitting her face seemed black as well; Shaowei closed her eyes, for a moment powerless and unwilling to look at everything she hated again.

All emotions were forced to be consumed and numbed; only this anger brought by hatred still lingered in Shaowei's heart; anger kept her qi and blood unceasing, and as her qi and blood circulated, the blood threads flowing from her body merged bit by bit into the muddy water, winding and spreading, like the primal bloodline connected to the great mountain.

A nameless sensation occurred here; Shaowei's head buzzed, and she only heard the sound of her heartbeat.

Thump, thump, thump—

Her heart was stubbornly beating; her chest, breathing unevenly, rose and fell with it; Shaowei felt the whole heaven and earth were trembling along with it; her tiny body seemed connected to the heart of the great mountain; the mountain heart was beating, and the great mountain, also experiencing calamity, had a heart, had life.

She hated everything she had experienced and endured tonight, but this great mountain had never made things difficult for her; the great mountain was also enduring the destruction of celestial phenomena—but the mountain heart was still beating, the mountain would not die; for millions of years, such wind and rain calamities often descended, but the mountain had never truly died.

A sensation between man and mountain occurred; this blood-stained absolute situation cliff seemed to become a pitying womb, connecting to the great mountain mother's sacred heartbeat; Shaowei seemed to be awakened, slowly opening her eyes.

An assassin with good eyesight and footwork tracked her here, identified Shaowei's location, held a blade in hand, and was slowly approaching.

The reason for slowness was caution; he could not imagine or understand how such a girl could kill her way out of layer after layer of siege, pass through the evil mountain forest, and actually kill her way all the way here; although she had a human form, she did not look like a human at all, but like a fierce mountain beast that did not know fear or pain.

But even if it was a fierce mountain beast, at this moment it should have been killed; she finally stopped moving, no, she moved again...

In the rain curtain, at the cliffside, the girl who refused to die curled up and crawled to her knees, her left hand propping on the ground, as if a breath of power was being mobilized and gathered again, a layer of misty water vapor pressed out from the edge of her palm.

A flash of lightning suddenly appeared; only to see her tattered clothes dripping with blood-mixed water; her movement of kneeling, curling up, and rising with a bent waist was like a mountain spirit being born again from the great mountain mother's body; the mountain supported her, and she awakened from the blood basin.

Her turned face was pale, her lips tightly pressed, and her eyes were blankly stubborn; this scene exuded a beast-like eeriness; the assassin stood still somewhat in fear, but immediately gripped the blade in his hand; he had a blade, she had no weapon...

The assassin cursed softly to bolster his courage, ran quickly with his blade, wanting to end all this as soon as possible.

However, as he approached, he saw the girl pull out a long vine with her right hand, sweeping toward him like a whip; the rain droplets it kicked up were like roaring rain arrows under her command, rushing toward him from all sides!

The assassin retreated hastily; this vine whip's killing range was limited, but his vision was temporarily obscured by the water curtain thrown at him; and in this short moment, the girl who had been gathering power ran toward him; one end of the long vine in her hand was skillfully made into a noose by her movement, and as she swung it, it looped around his neck—

The assassin, suddenly becoming prey, was startled; he turned his long blade in hand, the blade tip pointing upward, wanting to cut the vine in the middle; however, the vine moved like a snake; the vine rope, with the girl's figure turning, instantly wound around behind him, quickly dragging him from behind; his breathing was obstructed, with the worry of being strangled to death or having his neck bone broken; in panic, he used both hands to pull at the vine around his neck; the blade fell from his hand; the next moment, all expressions froze on his face; he slowly lowered his eyes, looking at the sharp broken branch piercing through from the back of his heart—

This pine tree had a broken branch smashed off when Shaowei fell; now it became her weapon.

Children raised in the mountain were skilled at using mountain things as blades; the great mountain generously bestowed; as long as the will was not extinguished, all things could be divine weapons to kill enemies.

Shaowei had no time to catch her breath again; only to see a mottled grey shadow being chased and rolling down, falling onto a mountain stone, unable to immediately stabilize his figure, then quickly rolling and sliding toward the cliff wall.

Shaowei suddenly chased after him; midway, she snatched the blade of the prey returning to the west; one hand quickly propped the blade into the muddy water under her feet; the other hand reached out and grabbed the arm of the person falling off the cliff!

The household slave's body was already in the air; one arm was forcibly held by her; one hand dug into the rugged mountain stone; and behind, the pursuer raised his blade and was about to arrive.

"Let go." The household slave tried to use a proposing tone, not a command.

But still received a rebellious refusal: "No!"

Shaowei knew very well in her heart that the reason he fell with her was definitely not accidental; it was because he was worried about her, wanted to come kill his way to find her and protect her, and even if he fell, he would fall in the same place.

Under normal circumstances, he would not lose his balance and slide down easily, and she would not be so strained; she only needed to lift him up with one hand; it was only because both were injured and weak that such a desperate scene occurred; and if she let go once, he would definitely not be able to handle the crisis of falling.

He was a top-tier, dashing swordsman with unparalleled lightness skill in the world; flying over eaves and running on walls was never a problem; but because he came to pick her up, he actually broke his wings and feathers, facing the miserable fate of falling off the cliff and dying... but how could the person most skilled at flying over eaves and running on walls die by falling off a cliff? This was simply a malicious curse and trick of fate; she could not agree, could not consent, absolutely would not let go!

The pursuer had already approached; Shaowei looked back, drew out the blade fixing her figure, and threw it backward; the blade pierced into the abdomen of the life-taker; he suddenly knelt on the ground, both knees smashing onto the hard mountain stone.

Shaowei's knees and legs had also hit the hard mountain stone; as she drew out the blade, she simultaneously adjusted her posture; her left knee knelt down, pressing against a slightly protruding mountain stone beside her; at the price of the pain of the mountain stone scraping her bleeding, she exchanged for support to block the sliding down, and changed to grabbing the household slave's arm with both hands.

Shaowei pulled the person up hard, while speaking slowly with difficulty: "Zhao Shu, I know why the mountain will not die."

Nonsensical, out-of-the-blue words; but the household slave below still used his eyes to cheer her on, looking up at her, as if asking why.

"Because no matter how bad the celestial phenomena are, they cannot destroy everything of the mountain; no matter how surging the wind and rain are, they will eventually stop; the ability of all things to be conserved, the energy of all things is limited, all have a time of exhaustion..."

"Heaven wants to use this calamity to do evil, but the calamity will stop, and evil power also has an end; hence the saying that after extreme yin comes yang..."

"Therefore, even if I can no longer hold on, this calamity will definitely also be unable to hold on; it is now just a spent arrow making a show of force! Since there is an end, why can't I kill it to its end!"

Shaowei said, gritting her teeth and exerting force suddenly; veins bulged on her pale forehead; the falling figure of the household slave was lifted up another section by her alive.

—When she could no longer hold on, the difficulty of the calamity would definitely also be unable to hold on.

No matter how indifferent a person, no matter how desperate a situation, they could not help but, before such a pair of eyes, such a sentence, burn a boiling hot tear from the deepest part of their heart.

What virtue or ability did he have to raise such a household civet cat, such a stubborn household civet cat that often made him feel shocked.

Such a capable civet cat, yet could not help but hold tears of anger, asking him to confirm a sentence: "Right, Zhao Shu?"

"Very right."

Zhao Qie'an uttered an affirmative patriarchal answer, backing her up, fueling her momentum to kill until the end of evil power.

At the same time she drew in a sharp breath, planted her right palm on a sharp, protruding rock wall, and hoisted herself up; Shaowei seized the chance, pulled hard once more, and dragged him out of Tianyi's death trap, back into her world.

The house slave knelt on the ground, regulating his breath, and saw several people coming to kill, but Deng Hu and others were following behind, so for a moment he could catch his breath.

"Since ancient times, experts do not necessarily die because their kung fu is not high enough, but mostly die at the hands of Netherworld Officials." His voice was hoarse, and he also said things that sounded inexplicable at first: "The mortal world is full of unpredictability; unpredictable events cannot be avoided, just like that mountain you speak of—the highest thing people in the world can do is nothing more than to strive for perfection, accept unpredictability, and deal with unpredictability……"

"Kill the Netherworld Official." Shaowei gritted her teeth and added.

"Mm." The house slave looked at her: "Anyway, don't be afraid."

"I'm naturally not afraid." Shaowei had her back to him, pulling at the vines with both hands, but then honestly corrected herself: "I'm not afraid of dying, I'm afraid of losing."

The house slave offered a solution: "Then don't lose."

Shaowei gave a heavy "mm," yanking even more vines.

Her strength was greater than anyone's, her wounds clotted faster than anyone's, her anger was greater than anyone's—why could she not win?

Vines quickly wound around her waist and injured arm, even her tattered shoes; Shaowei reforged mountain-forest armor for herself, and the furious fighting spirit all over her grew ever more soaring—she must survive this "damned" seventeen years of age!

The mountain peak ahead seemed to be ignited by her fighting spirit, and in the black shadows, bright firelight suddenly flared up.

Shaowei stared fixedly with tear-filled eyes, feeling the call of that guiding fire candle.

Dead ashes that cannot be rekindled can also burn into a towering heavenly candle standing proudly in thunder and rain—

A body of variables not accepted by the qi of the old heaven and earth may not be unable to carve out a new heaven and earth!

When Shaowei rose, she named the two serious injuries on her body in her heart, one Pangu, one Nuwa.

The former opened heaven and earth; the latter brought forth life without end.

When Deng Hu and the others approached, they saw the girl wrapped in vines standing up again before the cliff in the rain, blood on her body, vine leaves rustling like mountain spirit scale feathers, each leaf carrying an unyielding sky-toppling arrogance, an indomitable fighting spirit that could not be extinguished.

Excessive hardship makes people passive, but the person in this hardship brought endless vigorous bloodiness; she was undoubtedly the most qualified alpha wolf in the world, the bravest mountain lord, and only those who fought alongside her understood this shocking aura and felt an unforgettable submission.

Deng Hu, covered in blood, presented a long knife with both hands.

Shaowei took it, looked toward that heavenly candle, and issued a command.

Candlelight killed the darkness, making up for Shaowei's dulled five-sense judgment from blood loss and medicine; she discerned a dangerous shortcut, that shortcut was one she had discovered while patrolling near the Immortal Shrine, hidden by chaotic branches, with a rock cave to climb.

The world is unpredictable, unpredictability does not reason, brings a dead end, but every bit of vigilance previously made will not truly be in vain, such as enemy-defense formations, such as signal short knife armor, such as the will and heart of family and companions that bring variables—

Shaowei followed her memory, stepping on blood, leading her life-and-death comrades forward at full speed.

Splashed blood was reflected by the brilliant firelight into a bewitching crystal brightness like shattered jewels; behind the tiger-shaped fake mountain, Mo Li, whose right arm was seriously injured and could not hold a knife for the moment, curled into a ball, his head resting on Qingxiang's leg, he trembled and frankly described his feelings: "I hurt now, and I'm hungry, and I'm cold……"

Qingxiang's voice was also trembling, still gently comforting him: "Wait a little longer, it'll be fine once it's dawn!"

Mo Li, nearly unconscious, closed his eyes and curled up, muttering: "I want to go find the Young Master……"

I don't know from when, the sense of security brought by the Young Master had been branded deep in the heart of this mindless civet, making him want the Young Master's feeding and protection above all in the moments of most pain, hunger, and cold.

Qingxiang's eyes twitched, and she shed surging tears: "Mo Li, be obedient, no need to go find him, Sister Shaowei will definitely come……"

Mo Li, who felt a bit safer upon hearing the two characters "Shaowei," closed his eyes in relief; a wandering knight who was blocking was injured and fell forward, Ji Jin, holding a knife in front, fought to the death with the assassin; that assassin kicked Ji Jin hard, sending him flying, just as he raised his knife, Qingxiang picked up a stone she had prepared nearby, stood up, and smashed it hard at that person!

She had also practiced some strength; although she didn't smash the vital point of the head, but the back of the neck, it still made the other party dizzy and stagger and fall; Qingxiang seized this opportunity, gritted her teeth and pounced on him, once again hugging a stone with both hands, and smashed it hard at the head of the person who was just about to get up!

"Don't hurt Yan Family Brother, don't hurt Yan Family Brother!"

She cried and shouted, again and again, eyes closed, biting her lip, fearfully turning her head away.

Ji Jin had already stood up, shielding A Jie beside his body; he was by nature kind-hearted and soft, but after all had experienced battlefield chaos, at this critical moment of life and death, he could also hold a knife with both hands and decisively stab into the assassin's back heart.

Greater fear spread in Qingxiang's heart; Mo Li was already injured and could no longer fight, the situation in San Qing Dian must not be able to hold up either; what to do, what to do……

Jiang Fu, whom Qingxiang was worried about, spat out a large mouthful of fresh blood, fell forward, and the formation was completely shattered.

Feng Zhu, likewise worried about, had her long spear broken under the knife, fell down, rolled down to the stone steps below the hall, her clothes stained with mud, struggling to get up, but the long knife had already chopped near—

Xiao He shouted while brandishing a knife, was pulled behind by a Nuguan for protection; the Nuguan's shoulder was slashed, she bit her teeth and hugged the assassin, pushing him out—

One half-dead body after another lay horizontally in the rain, faces ferocious, twisted, and painful—

Qingxiang dragged a long knife and ran out from behind the fake mountain where she was hiding; she was too afraid that the people around her would continue to die; this fear at this moment covered her own fear of death—

All dying things seemed to freeze at this moment; the ring of cause and effect was about to close completely; and while Qingxiang desperately rushed into the dead end, it seemed some kind of sensing occurred; she raised her head and looked up, but saw above the hall roof drenched by wind and rain, flickering light and shadow, a shadow like an illusion broke in; that shadow without weapons picked up the lightning-striking iron staff from the hall roof, ran swiftly in the fire, holding the staff and flew over—

Qingxiang's eyes trembled with tears, her steps did not stop; below, she ran forward wildly together with that shadow above!

Yu Si Wu, the Wu Nu tightly relied upon by two trembling Wu Nu, also suddenly raised her head, looking at the civet shadow burned out in the soul-burning fire!

When the long knife about to chop down at Feng Zhu was about to fall, this shadow descended from the sky, the long staff in hand chopped straight down—

This was a staff strike that combined technique, qi, and momentum into one, awe-inspiring; like lightning at the edge of the sky, it split the firmament, broke through the continuous rain lines and fell swiftly; the knife wielder had no time to make any resistance or reaction, and the person fell down like a cloth bag filled with mud and sand; when the staff wielder landed on one foot first, lowering and leaning her body, the dark iron staff, accompanied by a booming thunder sound, changed from chopping to sweeping, shattering the chaotic raindrops, and in the air formed a clearly visible white circular rain mist; the rainwater roared and spread out with her body shape as the center!

Several assassins were swept away horizontally, splashing out a mist of blood.

The numerous assassins were frightened and retreated; amidst the booming thunder, that bloody shadow wrapped in vines knelt on one knee, put away the staff and propped it beside her body; the sharpened end of the staff was stained with blood; the girl, as if holding a divine brush dipped in vermilion, wished to judge the life and death of all things, to rewrite the qi of heaven and earth.

She was a fierce monster opening the way; behind the burning Shen Dian, one figure after another leaped out, like figures emerging from a bath of fire.

One of them, a shadow like a bloodbath, killed two people and rushed straight into Shen Dian, knelt to embrace the blue shadow, felt her pulse at the neck, and sealed her acupoints.

Deng Hu had already led people to charge ahead for Shaowei; along this way, it was mostly the Mountain Lord opening the path; they mostly just followed; the Mountain Lord was injured to this extent, and they had only suffered this much injury; if they turned back, it would be hard to explain to Your Highness; thinking of Your Highness... Deng Hu dared not neglect to carefully consider the situation behind; first, fight the enemies before him!

While Deng Hu and the others blocked and killed, Shaowei turned and embraced Mother, and was also tightly embraced by Mother.

With her head pressed against Mother's shoulder, Shaowei trembled as she looked into the hall; behind that green bamboo that hung and fished the fortune of the world, Jiang Fu leaned weakly against the house slave, yet could still smile weakly at her; in that smile, there was actually a straightforward and rare pride in her, no longer mixed with any teasing or mockery.

——Love is wanting to cherish and protect the other party, and willingly toiling and laboring for them, even if one must pursue them to the ends of the earth without giving up.

Those who should not have come to Taishan chased and followed through hardship; those who should not have lived crossed mountains and ridges to return to this place; amidst death, they accompanied and gathered together, using surging love to tear apart the surging obstacles of fate.

Embracing Mother, looking at Jiang Fu, Shaowei suddenly burst into tears; in the blur, she saw a seriously injured person in the hall, who, out of worry and fear, had crawled to the hall door; he had no strength left, only able to reach his hand out past the hall door; a fruit from his sleeve pouch fell and rolled down, along the stone steps, stained with blood, rolling to before Shaowei's eyes.

An apricot, not eaten due to cherishing and feeling guilty, was now rotten beyond recognition, its flesh and juice like spoiled blood.

Shaowei's gaze moved from the rotten apricot upward again, meeting a pair of weak, tear-filled eyes that were both ashamed and relieved.

Having had heart-piercing guesses along the way, at this moment of eye contact, Shaowei understood and confirmed everything; she looked at that true Li Qiu ghost who today probably feared her living more than feared her dying, watching him, as if relieved, heavily smash down his head that could no longer support itself.

And at this moment, Shaowei suddenly turned her head to look outside.

She heard the noisy sounds of slaughter approaching outside the mountain gate; in vigilance, she thought it was just more unreasonable killing intent descending; she immediately gripped her staff warily, protecting Mother and the rushing Qingxiang Sister all behind her, gathered her qi and regulated her breath, watching the front, preparing to fight again.

However, the newcomers gradually tore open a crack in the "Yellow Sparrow's" wings; the leader was an old man soaked through, with a pale hair bun, holding a long spear.

The old man, his face full of murderous ferocity, trembled in his eyes the instant he saw his own children, and countless tears of hope surged forth.

——On his way here, Marquis Lu had indulged in wild thoughts: if his two children truly came to harm, neither he nor his old wife would have the slightest desire to go on living!

The bird hidden in the old man's collar climbed out, flapped its wings through the wind and rain, flew to Shaowei's shoulder and neck, and rubbed its head crest against her blank face.

The treacherous mountain path could not stop the loyal little bird; Zhan Zhan flew swiftly back to the Xing Palace all the way, found the easiest reinforcements to command——flapped its wings wildly against the old man's head and face to bring him news and urge him to rescue them.

A bird's words should not be taken seriously, but this one bird had once gone to Lingxing Shan for help, and Marquis Lu could not ignore it; such things were better believed than not, so he immediately lit up his attendants and all available manpower, encountered Liu Ming on the road, and forcibly brought people to join the party——

Marquis Lu had said beforehand that since the truth of this trip was unknown, anyone who rashly carried weapons up the mountain if the bird was raving would be held responsible afterward; Liu Ming interrupted the old man's words: 【Old Marquis, no need for many words, Liu Ming knows the weight and price, but since it concerns the Tai Puzhe, I cannot shirk my duty! Please allow Liu Ming to take this opportunity to repay kindness!】

At this moment Liu Ming followed closely in the charge, his long spear pierced two assassins in succession, saving Yu Si Wu and Ji Jin who were running over; when his gaze found Shaowei, she suddenly choked up and cried out loudly: 「——Tai Puzhe! Liu Ming is late! 」

Behind Liu Ming were also Imperial Guards, soldiers patrolling below the mountain; seeing Marquis Lu coming with great force, and he domineeringly explained the reason, though they found it absurd, since it concerned heavenly secrets and the Immortal Shrine, they ultimately dared not ignore it, though more out of a certain psychology of guarding against and monitoring Marquis Lu's mischief, they still sent out a hundred people to follow up the mountain.

But they were not familiar with the winding wild paths to the Immortal Shrine, and again encountered wind and rain blocking the way, nearly getting lost several times; when they drew near, they could already hardly distinguish the direction, it was that suddenly ignited heaven-defying fire that pointed out the way for them, allowing them to arrive in time.

Great-uncle and his partisans came to aid, variables gathered together, the situation was no longer in heaven; the broken, low thunder sounded like the links of fate shattering one by one; Shaowei, who had held on by sheer will, could no longer support herself, the long staff「clanged」and slipped from her hand, fresh blood overflowed from her mouth, and she fell into her mother's and A Jie's arms.

Afterward Shaowei fell into blurred consciousness, only heard the slaughter sounds vaguely; she should have been carried into the Shen Dian; Yu Si Wu ran back and forth calling for people to find medicine; A Jie bandaged her in a panic; Mother comforted her with a trembling voice, stroking her head.

So dazed and muddled, consciousness nearly dissipated several times, but Shaowei still refused to completely lose consciousness; there was a thought in her heart she could not let go.

In a daze she seemed to see Mo Li being carried over, Ji Jin calling her, and she vaguely heard Great-uncle's surprised voice mentioning the severely injured, dying Yan Xiang.

Mother explained in a low voice, the words mentioning the Marquis.

Feng Zhu finally went to the side of the dying person, and was grabbed by one hand.

Yan Mian's strength dissipated, he could no longer speak complete words, only barely called out one voice: 「Zhu'er, I……」

Feng Zhu's eyes were brimming with tears, but her face was already calm; she seemed to have been tempered by this great rain into a divine nature, her whole body had true Dai Hua.

「Quan Shan, revenge itself is not wrong; you erred in taking revenge on the wrong person; wrong is wrong……」she said in a very soft voice: 「You should have this day; this is liberation. 」

Yan Mian weakly answered「good」, his five senses dissipated, before his eyes turned pitch black; he began to fear, he feared the dark, feared losing the person in his sight, feared severing all bonds with her, falling into the eternal silence of ten thousand calamities……

He wanted to speak, wanted to hold her tight, but could do nothing anymore.

In immense fear, she drew close and said softly in his ear: 「Quan Shan, wait for the next life; I will watch over you. 」

He trembled and shed tears, then noticed her writing characters in his palm; he could no longer distinguish them, but he knew what those two characters were.

It's alright, no more fear.

Yan Mian closed his eyes, his hand slowly fell, no longer helplessly clutching.

Outside the hall, wind and rain gradually showed signs of stopping.

Shaowei did not know how long she had been unconscious; driven by that one thought, she finally mustered strength to climb up, and amidst everyone's exclamations and attempts to stop her, she staggered out of the San Qing Dian.

「I will guard the Tai Puzhe well! 」

Liu Ming did not stop her; he comforted the others and led people to follow Shaowei.

The situation was nearly decided; thunder disappeared, dark clouds remained, the sky canopy silently lowered; yellow sparrows fled in all directions; startled reinforcements everywhere appeared as points of lights gathering toward the same place, like a star sea of variables floating across the sky and wilderness.

The wind sound passed by, like the soulful sighs of the heroic spirits protected by Taishan.

Shaowei ran through the mud and finally met that long line of troops; she saw the coming aid Yueyang, saw the damaged Shan Gu supported by two people, and the three-foot broken sword held by Ling Congnan.

Breath disappeared at this moment; Shaowei froze; for a moment she thought wildly, if that person had become a faithless ghost, she would search heaven and earth to drag him back……

But the next moment, the line parted a gap, and a familiar figure was helped out.

Shaowei immediately ran over and threw him down into the mud; her voice stiff as she asked: 「——Is it the living Liu Situi? 」

Liu Qi answered with difficulty: 「Before, yes; but now, after this pounce of yours, fiercer than when we first met, it's uncertain……」

His words were teasing, but his arms had already held her tight; Shaowei bit his neck hatefully and joyfully, a beast-like intimacy, confirming his existence.

The two were like mud dragons and mud tigers, embracing in the star sea of the wilderness; he gently touched her forehead with his nose, infinite love, infinite reverence, infinite pride: 「Shaowei, you won; I have never seen anyone win so gloriously. 」

Shaowei then closed her eyes, briefly releasing her tense consciousness.

But ultimately, due to pain all over and lack of medicine, she could not sleep long; when she opened her eyes, she was in the San Qing Dian, lying on Mother's knee; the quiet sky outside the hall was gray-blue.

In deep sleep she dreamed again of her previous life's death and the endless chaotic world; upon opening her eyes, she was sure she was still alive; Shaowei quietly gazed at that sky canopy, and in her heart a surging Qi gradually gathered.

Obeying the inner drive, she slowly stood up, walked out of the Shen Dian, passed the left-side hall where the fire had been extinguished but blue-black smoke still lingered, and looked toward the east.

Liu Qi followed her and gazed into the distance with her.

Not long after, Qing Wu, Shan Gu, and Ji Jin also gathered toward Shaowei.

Shaowei gazed into the east, clasped her hands together; no longer needing to fear startling anything, she finally dared to shout out loudly and long: 「Hey——」

She shouted out the Qi in her heart to proclaim it to heaven and earth:

「——Did you hear it? 」

「——Did you see it! 」

Accompanied by this joyous cry, Qing Wu by her side shed tears, leaned forward, clasped her hands, and shouted loudly: 「Hey——」

Liu Qi, Shan Gu, and Ji Jin all shouted out as well.

These shouts were lofty, vigorous, joyful, moving, and tragic.

Feng Zhu alone watched her daughter's back from behind; in a daze, it seemed she returned to the day her daughter was born; and at this moment Shaowei let out a cry as loud and long as her first wail at birth: 「Hey————! 」

Accompanied by the girl's louder shout, clouds and mist suddenly rolled at the horizon; cloud energy tore and swam like a tiger leaping and a dragon soaring; it passed over the bones of the mountain, brushed over the green mountain valleys, and lifted the faded red vermilion cloth hanging on the pine trees——

And within a moment, the mountain peaks appeared one after another in alternating light and dark, like the spine of the earth waking and stretching section by section; then a great red sun leaped out from the sea of clouds; ten thousand zhang of dawn light suddenly appeared between heaven and earth, pouring down like a waterfall, gold dust dancing wildly.

Almost everyone stopped their movements and steps, including Liu Ming and Ling Congnan who were in charge of gathering the remnants; all gazed at this incomparably grand and shocking scene.

That great red sun, as if awakened by the girl's shout, was gazing at her.

Shaowei looked up, took a deep breath, and let out her shout again.

Jiang Fu, helped out by house slaves, gazed at this scene and then observed the Qi of heaven and earth.

What met the eye was like Pangu reopening the chaos; the Qi of heaven and earth divided into two once more; clear Qi rose, turbid Qi sank; the Qi mechanism finally settled at this moment.

The mountains, forests, and all things were washed anew after the rain; as if Nuwa's divine light descended; emerald leaves waved, white cranes spread their wings, life endless.

And that girl who forcibly reversed all this Qi mechanism, blocked a hundred years of chaotic world, and brought endless change, and her companions, were all covered in mud and stained with ominous blood——

Jiang Fu's final gaze settled on the backs of the little ghost disciple beside the small bird atop her head and her partner walking side by side, and she couldn't help but speak softly: "To bear the filth of the state is to be called the lord of the land and grain; to bear the misfortune of the state is to be called the king of all under heaven……"

Only with these two youths alive is there a general pardon for all under heaven.

This moment is the true Fengshan Ceremony.

Amidst the sound of copper bells, atop the green Mountain, within the white Clouds, the youths shouted, sharing the golden waterfall and rainbow clouds, their fates linked beneath their feet; awaiting them was a ten-thousand-mile midsummer as fervent and flourishing as their wills and Souls.

?? (Updates on the seventh evening, everyone don't wait) Finally finished writing here, sorry it took two days to produce this version, made everyone wait long.

? If it weren't the final volume, this chapter would be very suitable as a volume ending, but because it is the concluding volume, there must inevitably be more follow-up explanations, but everyone can pretend it's a volume ending hh, the first volume is running for love, the second volume is the result of running, the third volume is the result of guarding and thoroughly consolidating what is loved.

? In volume two the Heavenly Mother shed tears; here the rain clears and the sky brightens.

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