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Two shouts came from the North Peak. Everyone on the summit turned to look and saw several people standing in front of a railing on the opposite side. One of them was wearing a purple-red robe, which was very conspicuous.

Yun Wuyai's expression changed immediately, and Qu Huailiu and Wan Ai were even more alarmed.

"Just in case, I have already set up heavy defenses at the Northern Palace, yet your people were still able to infiltrate. You are truly skilled." Yun Wuyai stared at Ming Er and Lan Qi, his words neither sarcastic nor angry.

"You flatter me." Lan Qishao accepted it as a compliment with an air of nonchalance.

Yun Wuyai walked to the stone railing, looked at the North Peak for a moment, and suddenly raised his voice: "I told you to practice martial arts, but you were lazy. Now you deserve it!"

The people on the summit were stunned again. Yun Wuyai actually spoke to his king like that. How could that be so rude?

A moment later, a woman's voice came from the other end: "Young Master Yun, your Northern King said, 'You promised to protect me, and now that I've been captured and held hostage, it's all your fault!'"

Everyone was both amused and exasperated by this reply. Could there really be such a ruler and his minister?

Yun Wuyai walked back to the corridor.

"Young Master Yun, have you made up your mind?" Lan Qi asked with a smile.

Yun Wuyai remained silent.

Everyone remained silent.

At this moment, both sides have chips in hand, but they cannot determine a winner or loser. It is a stalemate, and it may be a dead end.

“Young Master Yun,” Kong, who had been sitting quietly, finally spoke, “Why not take a step back? Why be so stubborn?”

Yun Wuyai looked at him, and after a moment, quietly said, "Because I must complete the legacy that my ancestors could not accomplish in hundreds of years in my generation, and I am not afraid of any price to pay for it!"

These quiet words sent chills down everyone's spines.

Lan Qi and Ming Er also looked serious.

Kong shook his head. "Young Master Yun, why bother?"

"Why bother?" Yun Wuyai murmured these two words, then turned to face the heroes, his gaze drifting away to the distant void. "I just don't want our descendants to suffer the same pain we did. I don't want our descendants to bear this burden, this unbearable wish accumulated over hundreds of years."

That simple yet incredibly heavy sentence plunged everyone present into silence. For a moment, the deep resentment they felt towards Yun Wuyai seemed to fade considerably. Because some of them, too, had once carried the legacy of their ancestors, a feeling that could not be explained to outsiders.

Yun Wuyai withdrew his gaze, glanced at everyone, and said, "I'd like to show you a few things one last time." He then nodded slightly to Qu Huailiu.

Qu Huailiu left again, and returned a moment later, carrying a tray in his hands. Everyone's eyes were immediately drawn to him.

On the tray are two closely intertwined flowers, one black and one white, with their petals fully open. The flowers are as large as bowls, and the petals resemble crescent moons. They are as black as ink and as white as snow, with white flowers and black stamens. Under the winter sun, they shimmer with crystal light and flow with jade-like brilliance, dazzling beyond compare and breathtakingly beautiful!

At that moment, everyone watched with rapt attention.

"Lan Yin Bi Yue!"

Someone couldn't help but exclaim in surprise.

"So this is the 'Orchid Moon'!" Yuwen Luo didn't even want to blink. "It's so beautiful!"

“‘Lan Yin Bi Yue’ is just like that.” Ning Lang’s eyes widened as well.

Qiu Hengbo and Hua Fushu exclaimed in admiration, "What beautiful flowers!"

At that moment, everyone's eyes were only on "Lan Yin Bi Yue," and everyone was amazed.

"Lan Yin Bi Yue... I must get my hands on it." Lan Qi murmured softly, his jade-like eyes unwavering.

"Even the jade flowers are so beautiful, I wonder what the flower planted by Prince Feng back then would have looked like," Ming Er murmured.

“I suppose you all recognize this item,” Yun Wuyai suddenly said. “Then you all recognize these even more.”

Everyone snapped out of their daze and looked in the direction Yun Wuyai pointed. They saw several more people standing behind Qu Huailiu, each carrying a large tray filled with all sorts of objects—some large, some small, some bamboo slips, some rings, some gold, some jade, and various swords and weapons.

"These are all your sect's prized weapons or sect leader's tokens. As the saying goes, seeing the token is like seeing the person. Moreover, I also possess the 'Lan Yin Bi Yue,' which is regarded as supreme by the entire martial arts world. So, it doesn't matter if you don't submit. I can still command the martial arts world of the dynasty." Yun Wuyai picked up a jade token from the plate, looked at it, and put it back on the plate. His gaze swept over the heroes. "Without you, the martial arts world of the dynasty would lose its head and spine, and would be completely vulnerable. It is only natural that I could take it at will. So, if you don't submit, what harm is there in killing you?"

At that moment, Yun Wuyai's eyes and tone told everyone that he was absolutely serious.

"Doesn't Young Master Yun worry about the safety of your people and the Northern King?" Ai Wuying asked.

Yun Wuyai smiled calmly and said, "The common people can never be killed off completely, but the Northern King, even if he dies, there is still me and the heir. I will lead Dongming to the imperial court, I will let the heir ascend the throne in the capital, I will bring the ashes of my ancestors back to the North Sea, I will let them see the North Sea, and let their resentful souls that have not been at peace for hundreds of years finally find peace."

That calm and composed tone belied a resolute and even insane intent.

For the sake of Dongming's centuries-old legacy, he could kill everyone on this peak, he could coldly watch the people suffer, and he could disregard the life and death of his king!

At that moment, everyone felt a chill in their hearts and looked at Yun Wuyai, whose figure was tall and cold.

Are we all really going to perish here today?

The heroes' gazes involuntarily turned to Ming Er and Lan Qi again.

Yun Wuyai stood with his hands behind his back, leisurely watching the clouds drift across the sky. "Young Master Ming and Young Master Lan are unparalleled in martial arts, but don't forget that this is Dongming. I alone cannot kill the two of you, but Dongming has thousands upon thousands of people. Therefore, everyone should not place their hopes on others. Whether you like it or not, I will give you one last chance."

Silence, deathly stillness.

A solemn silence hung over the North Gate and South Peak.

No one spoke.

Even their breathing was heavy.

Kneeling and submitting is something I absolutely refuse to do.

But they refuse to submit...

Death is easy to talk about, but difficult to face.

No one wants to die, and no one is unafraid of death.

Human life is only given to us once.

Only once!

Ming Er and Lan Qi looked at each other.

Are we really going to take the final step?

They all turned their gazes to the people on the summit; what if they all died at this moment…

Lan Qi's gaze fell on Ning Lang.

Ming Er's gaze also fell on Ning Lang.

Lan Qi's gaze finally fell on Feng Yi. Feng Yi seemed to sense it, looked up, and silently looked at her, but said nothing.

Ming Er's gaze finally fell on the distant sky, a sky so vast that no one could penetrate it to get close.

Suddenly, a flute melody flew in, making the silence and stillness sound exceptionally clear and melodious.

Everyone looked up, surprised.

At that moment, several clear whistles came from the bottom of the peak. Upon hearing this, Yun Wuyai's expression changed instantly. He turned his gaze to Ming Er and Lan Qi, and could see that the two of them were also surprised, clearly unaware of the situation.

Who is playing the flute?

At the summit, everyone from Kong to Yun Wuyai to Ming Er, Lan Qi, and the other heroes was filled with astonishment and doubt.

The flute's melody continues, clear and melodious.

Everyone could hear clearly that the melodious flute music was coming from the bottom of the peak, and it was getting closer and closer, as if the flutist was flying up the peak.

Who is playing the flute?

Everyone is curious.

While everyone listened intently to the flute, Lie Chifeng went over to apply pressure to Feng Yi's acupoints to stop the bleeding. Feng Yi looked at him and nodded slightly in gratitude. Lie Chifeng shook his head, then walked behind Lie Chitang and leaned against a pillar, closing his eyes.

"Young Master," Qu Huailiu and Wan Ai whispered to Yun Wuyai.

Yun Wuyai gently waved his hand, signaling not to move.

To be able to break through layers of guards at the bottom of the peak and come up here, one can imagine the martial arts skills of this person. He also wanted to know who this person was.

Gradually, the sound of the flute became clearer, as if it were right in front of me.

The flute's melody is like water, its clear rhythm like the wind, as if it were in the wilderness, where flowers and grasses grow freely and gracefully, flowing smoothly and naturally.

It seemed like only a moment had passed, yet it also seemed like a long time had gone by, when a figure appeared out of nowhere.

The flute music stopped at that moment.

At that moment, the summit remained silent, everyone watching the person at the edge of the peak. Chapter 82, Part 31: Still Asking Bi Yue about the Cause of Lan (Part 2)

Updated: [2008-11-28 14:08:12.0]

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It was a young man, holding a white jade flute, dressed in white robes with a black cloak, a green jade belt around his waist, and a yellow jade pendant with a dragon pattern hanging from his waist, adorned with long scarlet tassels. The collar and cuffs of his white robes were embroidered with delicate black patterns, and the lower corner of his black cloak was decorated with white clouds fluttering in the wind like waves.

Looking at her face again, her features were like beautiful jade, with phoenix eyes and delicate eyebrows. Her charm and demeanor combined the elegance of Ming Er with the nobility of Yun Wuya, and there was a wild and unrestrained spirit between her eyebrows and eyes that neither of them possessed.

What a refined and dashing character!

Everyone secretly praised it. Even Lie Chifeng opened his eyes and glanced at it, then closed them again to rest.

But who is this person?

Everyone was puzzled.

The man playing the jade flute remained calm and composed despite the crowd's scrutiny. His gaze swept around the room before finally settling on "Lan Yin Bi Yue".

"Thank goodness, thank goodness, I'm not late. But if I was late because I got lost at sea, that's understandable, and you can't blame me, can you?" He said to himself as he walked in, and the crowd automatically parted to make way for him.

"May I ask who you are, and what brings you here?" Yun Wuyai asked, clasping his hands in greeting.

The man with the jade flute stood below the steps, smiled gently, and said, "Of course I've come to retrieve 'Lan Yin Bi Yue'."

"Huh?" The crowd gasped in surprise.

Qi Twelve, who was sitting on the veranda, looked at him with a strange gaze.

At this moment, several more experts from the Eastern Sea rushed up the stone steps, panting heavily and looking disheveled, clearly having chased after this person but failed to catch up.

Yun Wuyai waved his hand, and those people stepped back.

"I haven't even touched it, yet he brazenly says he wants to take it back," Lan Qi murmured.

Ming Er glanced at the man with the jade flute and said, "It wouldn't be difficult for you and me to reach the summit, but it would be difficult to do it as easily as he does."

"Also, I've come to deliver a letter to you," the man with the jade flute added.

"Oh?" Yun Wuyai looked at him.