"..."
At that mont, Li Zijun finally understood why Duo’er and Tong Er Road had still not found the Confucian School disciple they had been searching for.
Er Zheng was silent for a mont, then slowly removed the mask from his face. He perford a very formal bow towards Li Zijun.
"I am Er Zheng. Greetings, Miss Zijun."
Li Zijun looked at him. Her face seed as gentle as ever, yet the disappointnt hidden deep in her eyes caused Er Zheng a pang of inexplicable loss.
"Are Duo’er and Tong Er Road well?" Li Zijun finally asked softly.
Tong Er Road put his mask back on, looking at her with a complex expression. If she hadn’t recognized , I surely would have been able to take her Tri-Energy without hesitation, he thought. After all, she called ’uncle.’ But since she has recognized , today, she must die.
A man in black stepped forward from behind Er Zheng, glanced indifferently at Er Zheng, and said coldly, "Bing Qi, this isn’t the ti for reminiscing. If you can’t bring yourself to do it, then don’t stand in the way."
He then addressed Li Zijun, "We have waited for you for far too long..."
The light around Li Zijun continued to shimr, but its luster was fading more and more. She knew that the mont the light completely vanished would be when this group of Evil Cultivators struck.
She gently closed her eyes, a trace of unwillingness in her heart. I’ve yet to accomplish anything in this life.
"Er Zheng... no, Bing Qi." Li Zijun lifted her head, her eyes full of resolve. She took a deep breath and looked around at the assembled cultivators. "The technique you cultivate is the Devouring Heaven Demon Art, isn’t it?"
A gentle breeze rose, fluttering her robe and cap, sending a chill down her spine.
Er Zheng didn’t answer, but from his expression, Li Zijun already knew. The suspicion in my heart is growing stronger; it seems that with just a little more, I’ll be able to grasp the truth I seek.
"Why?"
Er Zheng finally burst into laughter. Looking at Li Zijun, the hint of compassion in his eyes ultimately overwheld his inner turmoil. He turned and soared towards the distant horizon, disappearing into the sky. He didn’t want to witness Miss Zijun’s death.
Tears slowly stread down his face. After becoming an Evil Cultivator, he hadn’t shed tears in a long ti.
He murmured to himself, "I’m sorry, Miss Zijun. But... there truly is no hope for Ascension... This is the only way... the only thing I can do. I’m sorry, I’m too selfish... I want to Ascend..."
"..."
The group of Evil Cultivators watched Bing Qi leave, sneering.
"Didn’t this guy swear up and down that he’d lead this entire mission?"
"He’s destined to be a servant his whole life!"
One of them said, "To be honest, daughter of the Confucian Sage, your stepping forward was rather surprising. But it’s a pity. Whether you stepped out or not, these people are all dood to die..."
For those who had seen them, there were only two choices: join, or die.
Li Zijun looked up, watching the column of light before her dim further, a faint, bitter smile touching her lips.
In this life, I’ve always been so careful, ticulously investigating everything. But as the truth drew nearer, a deep sense of powerlessness gradually seeped into my heart. Perhaps, it wouldn’t be so bad to die like this. Yet, it would be a profound regret. Duo’er, Tong Er Road—I don’t know where they are now. In this life, I have yet to acknowledge that man, the one who always has a gentle smile, as my master. I really want to see him. I want to see his smile; I want to watch him holding a sword in one hand and a wine gourd in the other, sitting beside . Because I once said I was afraid of the dark, the lights of the City God Temple blazed all night long for . I have yet to ask him if he rembers anything from our past life. I have yet to see for myself if he, too, will walk the sa path of no return as Er Zheng did in that life. I also want to tell him that I actually t him in our previous life. That I was his good disciple, and I loved him deeply.
Her star-like eyes glistened, filled with countless regrets.
The light was fading. The aura around Li Zijun grew increasingly potent—so potent that the gradually weakening Spring and Autumn Ruler could hardly suppress it anymore.
Spring and Autumn Air, Righteous Air, Sage Air. These constituted the Confucian Tri-Energy.
"Li Zijun! Farewell!" one of the Evil Cultivators shouted, and the others laughed heartily. The long and arduous hunt was finally drawing to a close.
The Confucian Tri-Energy is ours! Surely the Great Dao Qi can’t be far off now? they thought.
BOOM—
Black fog filled the space between heaven and earth, accompanied by terrifying thunder.
However, what magnified in Li Zijun’s vision, apart from the fetid, bloodstained black fog, was a brilliant, radiant light.
It was a streak of light, carrying a voice she recognized.
CLANG—
A sword humd!
Following it, a massive Phoenix appeared, larger and more magnificent than any Li Zijun had ever seen. It held its head high, countless feathers carrying an icy chill as they flew about.
SCREECH—
WHOOSH—
BOOM—
A gentle voice spoke, accompanied by beautiful eyes. "Li Zijun, we et again..."
Su Bei smiled at her.
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