An overwhelming wave of regret washed over me… If we had lived and died together, there would have been no separation afterward. If only I had persevered a little longer, things wouldn't have turned out this way…
Countless hypotheses coalesced into a deep, agonizing pain in her heart! It ripped her consciousness out of her body; this loneliness made death seem preferable…
She was filled with remorse and felt increasingly guilty. She broke free from Luo Jinfeng and ran away as fast as she could.
"Fifty-Lang..." Luo Jinfeng was shocked. He lifted his robe and channeled his energy, becoming like a white light as he chased after him.
He followed behind her, neither daring to catch up nor to fall too far behind. He kept chasing and stopping, and saw that Goruro had stumbled and fallen many times, with cuts and bruises on his hands and knees, with blood seeping out. His heart ached as if it were being stabbed.
"Why did I leave with Luo Jinfeng first?" she muttered to herself as she walked further and further into the remote area.
Tears streamed down his face, one by one, and his hands and feet were covered in cuts from sharp stones. "Why was I so foolish to cause you to lose all your martial arts skills?"
She stopped, arms crossed, her whole body trembling violently.
"Why did I have to meet you?" Tears and snot streamed down her face as she finally broke down, crouching down and wailing, "Even without me, you would still be the peerless, unparalleled gentleman..."
Luo Jinfeng stopped fifty meters behind her, watching her cry silently. His chest ached, and he longed to rush up and hold her in his arms.
"Ah..." Igoro clutched his head, looked up at the sky and screamed, his voice piercing the clouds, filled with desolation and despair.
"Peerless..."
"Peerless..."
With each cry, she gasped for breath, as if she might faint at any moment. "Wushuang..." The last sound caught in her throat, turning into a sob.
"I don't want you to leave!" Her voice trailed off, her head buried in her knees, whimpering like a kitten, "I don't want you to leave..."
Finally, the sound faded away and fell silent.
"Wu Shilang!" Luo Jinfeng sensed something was wrong and rushed over, reaching out to pull Wu Shilang, who was half-squatting on the ground, over. She saw that her small face was covered in tears and she had fainted. Her lips were purple, her face was pale, and her skin was ice-cold to the touch.
He was immediately startled and lost his composure, his hands trembling as he checked her breath. Thankfully, a faint, warm breath still emanated from her.
He let out a long sigh, gently wiping away the tears on Isoro's face with his fingertips, and lamented, "If this is the outcome, I wouldn't have torn you apart in the first place."
He was indeed annoyed and regretful, but he didn't know that if time could be turned back, given his temper, he would probably repeat the same thing.
Isoro remained unconscious for three whole days.
Because of the extreme emotional fluctuations, the toxins in her body reacted suddenly and erupted. If Leng Wuqing hadn't used other toxins to suppress it with a strategy of fighting poison with poison, she probably would have fallen into a deep sleep in no time.
"I'm hungry, I want to eat." These were the first words she uttered when she opened her eyes.
Luo Jinfeng, who was guarding her bedside, immediately shouted, "Qi Qi, serve the food." His voice trembled, and his face was haggard. Even when he was giving orders for the food, he didn't dare to take his eyes off Wu Shilang for a moment.
"I want to eat meat." Igarashi grinned at him, jumped off the bed, and patted his bottom, saying, "Where's Leng Wuqing? Where is he?"
She seemed to have suddenly reverted to being that carefree, stomach-obsessed Wu Shilang. Luo Jinfeng looked over with deep eyes and a hint of worry.
"Young Master Luo, where is he? And Duan Shuixian, I'd like to see them."
The two people outside the window breathed a sigh of relief upon hearing her words, lowered their heads, and walked in one after another.
"I have something to ask you."
She had a smile on her face the whole time, as if she had let go of everything. Leng Wuqing and Duan Shuixian exchanged a glance, their eyes filled with confusion.
"Wushuang, after he fell, did you go down to look for him?"
They both nodded at the same time. How could they not look for it?
Isoro's eyes suddenly lit up, and his pupils immediately became bright: "So what was the result?"
"No, we found nothing."
“That’s good,” Isoro nodded with a smile. “He won’t go ahead on his own without me.”
“So ruthless,” Isoro’s smile froze on his face, a flickering fire in his eyes, as he asked slowly, “Why did you want to kill him?”
Leng Wuqing gave a bitter smile and replied, "If it were today, I wouldn't have committed that assassination."
Isoro's eyes flashed with intense light, startling Leng Wuqing. He said, "I didn't know that a brother would bring such a sister-in-law. If I had known earlier, I certainly wouldn't have killed her. There's a reason why I did this," he paused, then sighed dejectedly.
What was the reason? Well, it all started a long, long time ago.
“When I was very young, I was trapped in the basement of Baochan Palace.” Leng Wuqing’s eyebrows were cold as he spoke indifferently, “From childhood, I was alone, living in a place where there was no sunlight. My companions were all deaf and mute people, and there were iron bars at the end of the door.”
Isoro frowned, feeling a pang of heartache at the paleness on his face. What kind of situation could lead such a small child to suffer such treatment?
“I don’t know how others live, but my life is always a dark and calm place.” He sighed, saw that Goruro was frowning, smiled slightly, and said, “The happiest time of the year is when my mother comes to visit me. She can’t cook many things, but there is only one: a bowl of Pearl Jade White Jade Soup.”
Ishiro sighed, feeling ashamed as he recalled his less-than-successful soup.
“In the first few days of each month, someone would bring me different medicinal liquids to drink,” his face gradually darkened, his eyes filled with hatred. “At the end of the month, someone would come to take my blood, year after year, day after day.”
"When I was ten years old, I left the dark room for the first time. It is said that the old palace master of Baochan Palace thought I had good aptitude and decided to take me as his last disciple."
He sneered, his eyes filled with coldness: "I've learned less than my fellow disciples. While others can circulate their inner energy, I can't even circulate it to its full potential. While others have mastered a complete set of sword techniques, I can only repeat the horse stance. I haven't even touched a sword sheath."
"Why is this happening?" Igoro couldn't help but ask.
Luo Jinfeng sighed and said, "There must be someone who doesn't want you to actually learn martial arts."
Leng Wuqing glanced at him sideways, nodded and sneered, "That's right. I've been a disciple for three years, and what I've learned is only the tip of the iceberg. But at least I no longer need to take medicine or have my blood drawn."
"Could it be that someone did that for you?" Duan Shuixian couldn't help but interject.
“Hmm,” Leng Wuqing gritted his teeth and said with a hateful smile, “Indeed, I only found out later that my mother had taken the blame for all those things. She was a Miao person and had consumed the juice of the Treasure Toad in her childhood. Medicines made from her blood are better than mine.”
Isoro was horrified and asked, "Medicine?"
“Yes, medicine,” Leng Wuqing said with a light smile, “it’s medicine from my dear father.”
"Is it Elder Master Leng?" Wu Shilang gasped, recalling the highly respected Elder Master Leng from the Imperial Sword Manor, and was greatly surprised.
"That's right, it's the legendary Master Leng, known throughout the martial arts world for his unwavering loyalty and righteousness." He laughed loudly, his eyes filled with hatred.
"Hasn't he already passed away?" Igoro asked cautiously.
“Yes, the old master of the Leng family has passed away,” Leng Wuqing snorted coldly, “but the old master of the Baochan Palace has survived.”
"What does that have to do with Musou?" Wu Shilang was completely confused, so he simply asked the question he wanted to hear the most.
“Of course it’s related,” Leng Wuqing sighed. “Because that person practiced the Miao village’s secret martial arts, and when he reached the final level, there was a medicinal ingredient that required the blood and bones of his own children. Only children born to him could consume it.”
Even Duan Shuixian and Luo Jinfeng gasped in shock, exclaiming in unison, "What an eerie martial art!"
“I have a poison in my blood that I concocted myself. He took it once and almost went mad. That time, I took advantage of the opportunity to lock him in the basement of the Treasure Toad Palace.”
Leng Wuqing sneered, "I also want him to taste that feeling of loneliness and darkness."
"And then..." There must be a sequel to this, otherwise so many complications wouldn't have arisen. Igarashi sighed, "Something must have happened?"
Leng Wuqing's eyes darkened, and he said, "On the third day after he was locked up, a member of the cult came to report that the person had died suddenly in the basement due to a qi deviation."
"Died again?" Igoro asked in surprise, "Is this for real?"
But he looked very serious, and with a puzzled expression, he answered himself, "If he were dead, things wouldn't be so complicated afterward. Blood ties, blood ties..." She looked up and suddenly realized.
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Leng Wuqing nodded and said with a smile, "That's indeed the reason. The one who died was definitely not that person. There was a mole in the middle of his hair. I saw it when I was practicing martial arts. Such a well-hidden mole, I don't think the person who was impersonating him would have thought of it."
"No result?" Igarashi stared wide-eyed.
Leng Wuqing nodded and said, "No, although he escaped, he was seriously injured. Without Leng Wushuang's bloodline, he can't recover his internal strength."
Wu Shilang gritted her teeth and angrily retorted, "So you sent someone to assassinate Leng Wushuang?" She pressed closer to Leng Wuqing aggressively and said sharply, "Leng Wuqing, if anything really happens to him, I will drag you down with me even if I die."
Leng Wuqing remained silent for a long time, then sighed deeply with regret: "Did you really think he would survive? That cliff is a thousand feet high; if you throw a stone down there, you won't even hear an echo."
The implication was that Leng Wushuang had absolutely no chance of survival.
Goruro bit his lip, a resolute look appearing in his eyes, and said firmly, "He won't die so easily, because he and I are two people whose fates are intertwined."
She spoke with such conviction, as if she were convincing herself and trying her best to persuade others.
Luo Jinfeng immediately frowned and sighed, feeling a heavy weight in his chest.
“I have a year to find him,” Goro sighed, then smiled. “If I can’t find him within a year, I will continue searching for him…”
Her eyes were dark and bright, with an extremely resolute look, as she said, "Then I will go down to the Yellow Springs to find him."
I will search the highest heavens and the deepest hells, even the nine heavens beyond, to be with him.
"Wu Shilang! You..." Luo Jinfeng could no longer hold back. It felt as if thousands of needles were piercing his chest at the same time. The pain was continuous, dense, and inescapable. He sighed deeply, for he could find no other way to vent his emotions except by sighing.
Duan Shuixian's eyes dimmed, her heart ached, and filled with guilt, she slowly retreated from the house.
Between her and Leng Wushuang, it seemed there was no room for a third person. For a woman whose heart already belonged to another, this attempt to win her over was destined to be a losing proposition.
Duan Shuixian never does business at a loss, so should she just let it go like this?
He leaned against the inn's wall, feeling as if a hole had been ripped open in his heart, an empty pain. For the first time, he realized that there were other things besides appearance and money that could make him emotionally volatile.
This realization truly alarmed him.
The martial arts tournament continued for five days without a conclusion. The Kongtong Sect and the Flying Tiger Gang fought on the stage from morning until afternoon.
"Awoo," the Bird Exterminator yawned, her eyes brimming with tears. On the platform, the two sect leaders, who were constantly clashing their swords together, roared, "At this rate, we won't have a result even after another five days of fighting."
In fact, the two factions had been fighting each other since the first day of the martial arts tournament.
On the first day, the two sect leaders drew their swords, glared at each other, and then glared again...
The next day, the two sect leaders drew their swords and raised them high, higher and higher...
On the third day, the two sect leaders drew their swords, raised them high, and spat. By the end of the day's competition, both were parched and their bodies were soaked with sweat...
Fourthly, a qualitative leap finally occurred. The two sect leaders took a small step forward, while the martial arts tournament took a giant leap forward; they finally drew their swords against each other. In the first half, the leader of the Kongtong Sect wandered around the arena; in the second half, the leader of the Flying Tiger Gang drifted aimlessly...
Now it's the fifth day, the two sect leaders have clashed swords and used their skills, but it's only gone so far as to stop short of a full exchange. The patience of the heroes below the stage is about to run out.
"Let's start over over there?" Master Wu Niao leisurely spat out a bunch of grape skins, closed his eyes in bliss, and said, "Indeed, the fruit from Duan Family Village is still the freshest and most delicious."
As he spoke, his voice suddenly trailed off. His fingers convulsed, his body twisted and contorted, and he screamed hoarsely, "Don't eat the fruits, they're poisonous..." Looking around, he saw that nine out of ten people present had been ambushed and were lying sprawled on the ground in disarray.
The bird exterminator was terrified and reached out to help him up, but a refreshing and sweet aroma of melons and fruits wafted into his nostrils. Immediately, his limbs went weak and he collapsed to the ground as well.
"The fruits are not poisonous, but the aroma of the fruit on them is indeed captivating."
The voice was old and powerful, with a hint of smugness, and everyone struggled to look over.
In the distance, a large black sedan chair was carried in. The sedan chair was entirely black, and on the top of the sedan chair, a toad was painted in bright red, with bulging eyes, a wide-open mouth, and sharp teeth.
There were about two hundred people carrying the sedan chair, all dressed in black Miao clothing with five-colored silk threads tied around their waists.