Yu Qi, panting heavily, cursed at Chu Jiangli: "Those are my young master's eyes! Your life was also bought with my young master's life! What right do you have to hurt them!"
"Didn't you promise me you'd live on in place of my young master with these eyes?! But look at what you're doing now?!"
"How can you be so depraved? How can you face my young master? How can you face the life he gave you?!"
Hearing the noise, Xiao Han pushed open the door and came in. What she saw was Yu Qi, who was full of anger and had bloodshot eyes, and Chu Jiangli, who was lying on the ground, motionless as if he were dead.
I was startled.
Upon reflection, I understood what had happened.
He went over and helped Chu Jiangli up, saying, "Brother Chu, you should wake up now."
"Have you forgotten what Doctor Yu told you back then?"
He wants you to live a good life; he doesn't want to see you in this state of madness.
"So, in order for him to rest in peace in the afterlife, you... you should stop hurting yourself."
Chu Jiangli listened quietly, sitting on the ground wearing only his undergarments. He was freezing cold, so he curled up his hands and feet to wrap himself up.
After a long pause, I finally asked, "Where is Tangtang's tomb located?"
With his eyes wrapped in a thick layer of gauze, Chu Jiangli, holding the cane that Yu Tang used to use, refused everyone's help and groped his way to Yu Tang's grave.
His fingers traced the tombstone; the cold, hard stone was still uncarved, something Nan Yun Bai Xiao had deliberately left for him to do.
Chu Jiangli drew his long sword from his waist, pressed the tip of the sword against the stone tablet, and slowly exhaled.
Then, suddenly holding their breath, accompanied by a piercing carving sound, the word "刑" (xing, meaning punishment) appeared on the stone tablet.
The tomb of my beloved wife, Yu Tang.
The longsword was sheathed.
Chu Jiangli did not linger; he simply turned and left.
From that moment on, however, his heart became unwavering.
Tangtang, wait for me.
The day I avenge my great wrong, I will come to find you.
You won't have to wait too long.
Afterwards, Chu Jiangli rallied.
He no longer refused to change his medication or take medicine, and devoted himself to studying the final level of the "Wuji Record". Finally, before the gauze was removed, he refined it to its peak.
On the day the bandages were removed, Chu Jiangli asked Xiao Han to take out Feng's painting and spread it out on the desk in front of him.
The room was dimly lit, and the gauze was loosened in layers until it revealed the eyes.
With a flutter in her eyelashes, Chu Jiangli slowly opened her eyes, her vision gradually becoming clearer from its initial blurriness.
Xiao Han asked from the side, "Brother Chu, can you see clearly?"
Chu Jiangli nodded, his gaze falling on the painting in front of him.
The image of the handsome man leaning against him was depicted on paper by the artist.
The man's brows and eyes were relaxed, showing no signs of illness or misfortune, only endless tenderness and warmth.
Just as he imagined.
This is the person he deeply loves.
That miraculous doctor who always brings warmth and sunshine to people.
Water droplets fell on the paper, and Chu Jiangli quickly wiped them dry with his hand, then shifted his gaze to the line of small characters at the edge of the painting.
He paused for a moment, then surprisingly broke into a smile.
Xiao Han, who was standing next to him, was completely stunned.
He leaned closer and saw the words Yu Tang had left for Chu Jiangli.
It wasn't a sentimental poem, nor was it a word of comfort.
It was just a very ordinary joke.
Ali, can you see me? Aren't I handsome?
Do you feel like you love me even more now?
Chu Jiangli pursed his lips, picked up his brush, dipped it in ink, and added a few words next to it.
It's as if you're speaking to someone who has passed away through this painting.
I see, you're handsome.
I have always loved you the most.
Later, Chu Jiangli thoroughly engraved Yu Tang's appearance in his heart, and then put the painting away.
Half a month after his eyesight was restored, he summoned Nan Yun and Bai Xiao, handed over all the wealth of Li Yue Palace to them, and asked them to take everyone from Li Yue Palace away from here to establish another sect.
Nan Yun and Bai Xiao persisted, pressing him for an explanation.
Chu Jiangli simply shook his head and drove them away using forceful methods.
Then they closed the gates of the Moon Palace and set off for the capital.
He spent three months investigating the owner of the sword tassel, who turned out to be the mastermind behind the destruction of the Yu family—Prince Ning.
During this time, Chu Jiangli also learned about his true identity.
The man my mother loved deeply back then was the playboy Prince Ning.
This man not only ruined his mother's life, but also killed Chu Yinlan with his own hands because he was disgusted that the woman he had slept with had been defiled by someone else...
At that moment, Chu Jiangli found it laughable.
It's laughable that the enemy I've been searching for for so many years is actually right under my nose.
He not only harmed the Yu family, but also his biological father who killed his mother.
Knowing the truth, the next step is revenge.
Prince Ning is a powerful prince in the Chen Kingdom. To offend Prince Ning is to offend the entire royal family. Even if he takes revenge, he will not escape being hunted down.
But what does it matter?
Chu Jiangli was determined to die for revenge.
Moreover, death was the true liberation for him.
He couldn't stand living in this world without Yu Tang any longer.
If I can avenge our great grudge, after I die, I can tell that person with a clear conscience, "I have avenged our grudges, and this time my death was worthwhile."
Thinking about it this way, Chu Jiangli chuckled softly.
Everyone in the capital remembers the day the Ning Prince's mansion was wiped out.
The man in red was like a demon, and wherever his long sword passed, heads fell to the ground.
Blood splattered across the ground, the corridors, and the gate.
He was expressionless, numbly taking lives one by one like a madman.
When Chu Jiangli walked up to the usually arrogant Prince Ning, the latter was so frightened that he wet his pants and knelt on the ground, begging for mercy.
But Chu Jiangli seemed oblivious to his humble posture and deaf to his lowly pleas for mercy. With his long sword, he sliced off pieces of flesh from his body, causing him to scream in pain but not to die.
The methods were cruel, akin to the slow, agonizing death.
The Emperor of Chen arrived belatedly with a large army, only to find his own brother lying on the ground, his body mangled and bloody, barely breathing. Even a god couldn't save him.
He ordered tens of thousands of soldiers to surround the Ning Prince's mansion, and a rain of arrows fell from the sky, shooting towards Chu General Li in the courtyard.
He thought that Chu Jiangli would use his superb martial arts to dodge the arrows and make a final struggle in front of him.
But what he didn't expect was...
Chu Jiangli neither dodged nor 'shook', but let his longsword fall to the ground, opened his arms, and embraced the rain of arrows.
Pierced by a thousand arrows.
Chu Jiangli fell heavily to the ground and finally laughed from the bottom of his heart.
In my eyes, which were gradually losing focus, the azure sky and the golden sun of early summer were reflected.
So bright, so warm.
He reached out with all his might, but only grasped at empty air.
With his arm hanging limply, Chu Jiangli's eyes completely lost their luster.
He chuckled to himself with a self-deprecating smile: Just as he thought, you can't grasp light alone...
Chapter 1
Died for the seventh time for the villain (01)
Returning to the white space, Yu Tang discovered that things had changed.
It was no longer a monotonous color, but rather a distinction between heaven and earth, with a layer of soil covering the ground beneath, and delicate green grass sprouting on it.
Although it only sprouted its head, one could still feel the breath of life in it.
The system that followed him was no longer a voice in his consciousness, but had taken on a real form.
It's larger than a regular cat, and its stripes are different. It looks more like a tiger than a cat.
But at this moment, the little tiger sat on the grass, tears streaming down its face, wetting its fur.
Yu Tang was saddened to part ways with Chu Jiangli.
He crouched down and stroked the little tiger's head: "Little Jin, don't cry, I'm fine."
"Besides, this separation is only temporary. Wei Yuan and I will meet again someday, so there's no need to be too sad."
"Waaah, host, I don't want to see you die..." the system sobbed. [You weren't like this before. You were very powerful before. You wouldn't die. You were the most powerful god...]
Yu Tang's pupils contracted.