Eine eisige Aura

Kapitel 122

Later, I went to many, many places, living a life of debauchery and dissipation.

When I saw my junior sister again, she already had a handsome young man by her side, just as I had imagined a year ago. She went out to gain experience and brought back a dashing young man. She told me that she liked him and wanted to marry him.

I ultimately didn't beat up that young master because I was afraid it would hurt my junior sister.

However, I didn't know that she would never have another chance to grieve. The next morning, the mute maid rushed in in a panic, crying and gesturing that she had already stopped breathing.

The foolish junior sister, in her quest for revenge, ultimately exhausted all her vital energy and breathed her last. The last disciple of Medicine King Valley used all his skills, but could only use golden needles to preserve her body from decay for seven days. Everyone wept uncontrollably. The young nobleman seemed completely stunned by the devastating news, holding her body motionless, as if he had taken root and sprouted from it, and no one could pull him away or persuade him to leave.

I watched this scene quietly, my mind clearer than ever before: "If you agree to one condition, I can save her." I looked at the ashen-faced young master and slowly said, "I and she are from the same school. The 'Marrow Cleansing Classic' we practice can reorganize the meridians of a person's entire body. Please allow me to give it a try."

"What are your conditions?" the young master asked me, his eyes red.

"I'll kill you, or you can give me your junior sister." My face twisted in a grimace.

The young master was taken aback; he had probably never encountered such a shameless person who took advantage of a crisis.

Then he smiled and said to me firmly, word by word, "I can die, but I cannot give up my wife to you."

I burst out laughing when I heard that.

Hey, junior sister, although I didn't give him a good beating, I still managed to scare him when you weren't looking, is that okay?

I dismissed everyone and transferred all my power to my sister.

Then I instructed the young master not to reveal that I had saved my junior sister.

I knew she would wake up. The highest power of the ninth level of the "Marrow Cleansing Scripture" is the ability to bring the dead back to life; otherwise, I wouldn't have practiced it so desperately. As my internal energy dissipates, my junior sister will eventually recover, and I will ultimately become an ordinary person without any martial arts skills.

That's enough. I'm already tired of this treacherous world. I might as well say goodbye and go off to roam freely.

A long, long time later, I became an ordinary villager, just like I am now, hunting, eating vegetables I grow myself, and keeping a big yellow dog and a gray donkey in my yard.

At the end of each month, I write a letter to my sister to tell her that I'm doing well. Also, thankfully, my martial arts skills haven't completely disappeared, so I can occasionally enjoy the thrill of leaping across rooftops.

One day, I accidentally climbed over the wall of a wealthy family's courtyard and saw a young couple in red robes sitting by the window opposite. The man wore a large flower, and the woman wore a festive veil.

The scene was so familiar that I was stunned.

"Please lift the veil, groom, and from now on, may you have a happy and fulfilling life."

The kind-faced matchmaker handed over the wedding cane, her face beaming with smiles.

The young man took the wedding cane, lifted the veil from the girl's head, revealing a playful face beneath the phoenix crown.

For some reason, the two who had been silent suddenly burst out laughing.

It seems that he has finally gotten what he wanted from his childhood sweetheart.

Seeing this, I grinned.

This silly bride reminds me of my junior sister who lives far away in the Western Regions.

I will never tell her how I felt when I found out at the wedding that she wasn't my biological sister—six parts shock, three parts anger, and a tiny bit of inexplicable joy.

However, I never got the chance to lift her veil.

Perhaps having had such a wedding in this lifetime is already the greatest reward God could give me.

I glanced at the beautiful couple one last time, whistled, and gracefully jumped off the high wall and green tiles, walking away into the distance without looking back.

Epilogue: Immortal Knot

Two years later, in the capital city.

Two years can change many things. For example, the title of the city's largest restaurant has changed hands and now belongs to a restaurant called "Wanfo Pavilion." However, although the name and dishes have changed, people's pastimes remain the same: listening to storytelling is still the most beloved entertainment for martial arts practitioners in their spare time.

"Now, let's talk about Sang, the witch of the Moon Worship Cult. In less than a year, she has recruited dozens of beautiful women to form an assassination group, and they are going around opposing the righteous sects. So far, disciples from nine sects have already fallen victim to her..."

As the storyteller's voice rang out in Tian Dong, a man and a woman were whispering to each other in a private room on the second floor.

"Well? Didn't I tell you she'd be a better fit for the job than you?" The young man glanced at the woman beside him.

"Witch-san... Witch-san..." The woman beside him, whose face could barely be described as pretty and dignified, was now pouting and muttering, "The once renowned fairy has become a witch-san..."

"I told you long ago, since she was willing to spend a lot of money to have me make an unparalleled beauty mask for Mei Wu, and later she specially asked Hu An to ask me to make another one, it proves that what she cares about is not beauty or fame, but power, being second only to the emperor. Why do you feel sorry for her?" The young man tapped the woman's forehead, looking rather disappointed.

"Sigh, it seems that Father's choice of her as his successor was a risky but worthwhile move." The woman touched her nose.

"Shh." The young man gestured for her to be quiet. "Don't forget who we are now."

"You still dare to talk back!" The woman glared at him, touched her large belly, and gritted her teeth, saying, "Why did you have to make me pretend to be pregnant of all people?"

The young man chuckled softly: "If you hadn't pretended to be pregnant, where would we have put our travel expenses when we sneaked out?"

These two were He Qinglu and Pang Wan in disguise. They had spent two years in the Western Regions. Pang Wan missed the charm of the Central Plains so much that she begged He Qinglu to take her to the capital. He Qinglu couldn't refuse her, and after listing a bunch of rules and regulations, he finally took her away from his family home in secret, enjoying the pleasure of eloping.

The two were arguing when the waiter opened the door and brought out the food and drinks.

"Brother, has the martial arts world been peaceful these past two years?" Pang Wan seized the opportunity to grab a passerby and conduct an in-depth interview.

Seeing that the two men had ordinary faces and exotic attire, the waiter assumed they were just passing through the capital and smiled knowingly, saying, "You two are from beyond the Great Wall? It seems you are unaware of this. What peace is there in the martial world? It's never peaceful."

Pang Wan blinked curiously: "Didn't they claim to have dealt a heavy blow to the Demonic Sect a couple of years ago, and that the leader of the martial arts alliance was dominating the world?"

The waiter chuckled and said, "It seems you are unaware, Madam. Even if the Moon Worship Cult is completely wiped out, there will definitely be Sun Worship Cults and Star Worship Cults in the future. No matter how powerful the martial arts alliance leader is, he is not a bone-dissolving potion! How can he just throw up everything and make this place completely peaceful?"

Pang Wan chuckled at Xiao Er's humor: "But the storytellers all say that the alliance leader is very powerful!"