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"Nineteen, he's dead, he'll never come back. You must pull yourself together and avenge him." This was the only reason he could think of to encourage her.

Before she entered the martial arts world, she had heard those widely circulated tales. Some told of a great hero who, to avenge his family, diligently practiced martial arts for twenty years and finally killed his enemy. Others told of a great hero who, to seek revenge, disguised himself for ten years and ultimately succeeded in his assassination. In all those stories, the great revenge was achieved, and the hero became famous and renowned throughout the land.

Tang Shijiu had also longed for and dreamed of those glorious and glamorous moments.

However, now that the real hatred was right in front of her, she had no desire for revenge whatsoever.

She didn't want any glory or martial arts skills. All she wanted was for Tianxiu to come back to life, to talk nonsense as usual, to tease him a little with her hands and feet from time to time, or to fan herself with a fan and charm the girls passing by with her amorous eyes.

As the first rays of dawn shone into the woods, the bloodstains on the ground had already dried.

Tang Shijiu slowly turned his face and softly called out, "Tianxiu." He then coughed up a mouthful of blood, his vision went black, and he could no longer see clearly.

I wonder if Tianxiu, who always loves to smile, was still smiling at the very end.

Chapter Fifty-Five: Reunion

Tang Shijiu slept fitfully all day until nightfall the next day, when she finally woke up and habitually called out, "Tianxiu."

The person sitting on the chair by the bed stiffened, but didn't say anything. Instead, they poured her a glass of water: "Awake?"

Tang Shijiu took the water, stared at him blankly, and said, "Yun Tan."

The person with her now is Yun Tan. Yun Tan, whom she has always missed, the person she has always cared about.

A tear fell into the cup. Tianxiu, Tianxiu will never come back.

Shen Yun stood frozen by the bed, unsure how to comfort her. Seeing her so distressed over Tianxiu, he felt a thorn pricking his heart.

"Where is this place?" She kept her head down, her expression unreadable.

“It’s a nearby village,” Shen Yun said. “Tianxiu… I took some clothes from my bundle and built a cenotaph for him. The bodies of the people Tianshu killed can never be found.”

She remained silent for a long while before softly saying "Oh," as if afraid of startling someone, "Thank you for your hard work."

"You are welcome."

Tang Shijiu seemed unperturbed, and unlike before, she wasn't cold and sarcastic. Yet… there was a taciturn distance between them, an awkward politeness that was almost palpable. She involuntarily thanked him for his trouble, and he naturally replied that she shouldn't be so polite. They were like complete strangers, worlds apart. When Tang Shijiu threw his love poem away, Shen Yuntan didn't feel any danger; when Tang Shijiu hit him on the head with the window, he didn't seem to care. However, this cold and distant attitude only widened the gap between them. Even though she allowed him to approach, no longer rejecting him, she felt even more pained than before.

Shen Yun made conversation: "Tianxiu loved peach blossoms the most, so I buried him in the peach grove outside the village."

Tang Shijiu said, "Yes, he loves peach blossoms the most."

They looked at each other in silence.

She had so much to say, so many questions, and she really wanted to ask him if, if she gave him another chance, he could stop deceiving her and love her properly.

He really wanted to explain, to tell her that Tang Weiqi was already a thing of the past, and that the moment she stole his husband on the Xiaoyao Mountain road, he had her in his heart. He also wanted to say that he would take good care of her from now on and would never let her eyes be covered with the dark circles of insomnia again.

However, Shen Yuntan looked at Tang Shijiu, and Tang Shijiu also looked at Shen Yuntan.

He was filled with bitterness, yet he remained speechless.

Finally, Tang Shijiu said, "Let's go see Tianxiu tomorrow."

Shen Yun said, "Why don't we go see Tianxiu tomorrow?"

The two spoke at the same time, both saying the same thing, and couldn't help but smile at each other, instantly easing the tension. Nineteen lowered her head: "I still can't believe it's true. Back in the Tang Sect, when I saw Tian Shu rescue Yu Yu, I thought he had changed."

Shen Yun said, "Tian Shu will not change. Tang Yu is just a pawn, a tool to obtain the Tang Clan's secret manual."

Nineteen was startled and looked up abruptly. Tian Shu had already mastered the Tang Clan's ultimate technique, and that Tang Fish...

Shen Yuntan understood her thoughts, shook his head, and sighed. Nineteen slumped down, wanting to cry but unable to. This was the path Tang Yu had chosen herself: to follow Tian Shu until death. No matter what kind of devil Tian Shu was, or what he did to her, in Tang Yu's heart, Tian Shu would always be a god-like figure, her ideal.

Perhaps this is the nature of the world; everyone yearns for their own path, yet they are always helplessly swept away by the tide to other places.

She couldn't control it, much less stop it; she could only learn to accept it and get used to these life-and-death, separation-and-reunion events.

"Tianxiu hopes you live happily," Shen Yun said, trying to comfort you.

He said... the new requirement is that Tang Shijiu should live well, no matter what happens.

He said... he envied people like Tang Shijiu who didn't wear masks.

She covered her face, tightly closing her eyes, forcing herself again and again to accept the fact that Tianxiu was dead. However, she still couldn't completely believe it, always feeling that from some shadowy place, Tianxiu would suddenly jump out, make a face, and tease her with a grin, telling her it was all just a joke. He just wanted to see if Tang Shijiu would truly grieve for him.

Life and death had numbed Shen Yuntan; even Tianxiu didn't evoke any sadness in him. He was now thinking about something else entirely.

Who showed him the way?

That day, he rode his horse at full speed, and halfway there he saw the horse that had been poisoned. The carriage was empty, and the surrounding area was a desolate wilderness with no sign of human habitation. He had no idea where Tang Shijiu and Tianxiu had gone.

He was so anxious he was practically going crazy!

However, he then discovered that there were marks all along the way, whether they were small pieces of silver or strips of cloth. Although they were all in hidden places, they could not escape the eyes of those who were interested.

If it weren't for those markings, he wouldn't have been able to find Tang Shijiu.

After a long while, she finally raised her face and said, "Yun Tan, I want to avenge Tianxiu."

Shen Yun patted her hand gently and said, "I'll handle Tian Shu, you don't need to worry."

Tang Shijiu shook her head slowly but firmly: "Yun Tan, I want to avenge Tianxiu." Her eyes shone with a light that had never appeared before. "I'm talking about myself. This is a matter between Tianshu and me, and I must resolve it personally."

He felt a pang of bewilderment. The word "revenge" had finally come out of Tang Shijiu's mouth, and he knew that gleam all too well.

It is hatred.