"Rest assured, our thoughts are aligned."
Nanli stepped forward, her expression calm but firm. Siheng, ever wary of Keyang’s potential actions, moved in sync with her, his vigilance clear.
Nanli continued, "Keyang, you hate the Demon Clan. First, you hard Chuyun and Master Yun, and now you’re after . We won’t learn your so-called immortal techniques." She didn’t know much about Keyang, but after what she had seen, she was not about to trust him.
Keyang furrowed his brows, a flicker of anxiety crossing his features. "If you refuse, your child’s body will be forcibly occupied. Nanli, this is the only way. I should have perished long ago, but I’ve been waiting for you... so..."
The eastern sky had turned red, the sun rising.
Nanli refused again. "No need. You may go in peace."
Keyang gave a helpless smile. "If you refuse this one opportunity, and deny the chance to atone... then I can do nothing."
His divine soul was already exceedingly weak. He could barely hold on.
But before he disappeared, he turned his gaze to Siheng and, in a strange tone, spoke one final sentence: "You... you are the one truly burdened with sin. Sin... so deep, so deep."
The sun’s golden rays began to break over the horizon, casting a shimring glow on his fading form.
His body gradually beca transparent, as if the very essence of his being was being absorbed into the wind. And with a gust, he was gone.
All that remained was his silver-white immortal garnt, lying untouched in the pristine area beneath the Spirit Tree.
Without the divine mark, no celestial phenona appeared in the sky.
Crimson Nine Lands, his nose twitching, held back a sob. "Keyang Celestial Emperor..."
Despite all the wrongs Keyang had done to Siheng and his wife, seeing an old acquaintance pass away still stirred sothing within him. Yet... despite the sadness, he took a few stealthy steps forward, eyeing the immortal garnt.
In Immortal World, there was no taboo against taking relics of the deceased. Such rare, valuable immortal garnts were even considered more prestigious than regular attire—no one cared about the past owner.
Just as Crimson Nine Lands’ hand was about to grasp the garnt, another hand shot out faster and snatched it up.
He froze, looking to see who it was. It was Yun Jianchu.
"What are you doing?" Crimson Nine Lands shouted in frustration.
Yun Jianchu rolled her eyes. "What I’m doing is none of your business."
"Put it down!" Crimson Nine Lands barked. "This is Keyang Celestial Emperor’s relic!"
"Ha, I won’t." Yun Jianchu was already inspecting the garnt, a playful smirk on her face. "Little White, this immortal garnt suits you so well. Once you wear it, others will definitely take a second look."
Yun Yubai felt a little embarrassed. "Mother, this is Keyang Celestial Emperor’s relic. It should be given to his past companions," he said, referring to Chu Yang.
He could tell from Crimson Nine Lands’ look that the elf wanted it for himself, but was willing to let Chu Yang have it.
Crimson Nine Lands shot Yun Yubai a grateful look. "Exactly! It should be given to my master!"
Yun Jianchu’s eyes narrowed. "Why should it? He hard our entire family. He owes us compensation. This immortal garnt is not enough!"
Crimson Nine Lands was furious, his fists clenching. "Don’t make co over there, or I’ll roast you alive!"
Yun Jianchu imdiately hid behind Siheng. "Co at if you dare! The immortal garnt is mine now!"
Chu Yang quickly pulled Crimson Nine Lands back. "Stop it. It’s just an immortal garnt."
"Master, it’s immortal garnt! That’s the real deal!" Crimson Nine Lands’ eyes were wide with longing. "Master, I’m doing this all for you! I’m putting in so much effort... I didn’t expect you to be so ungrateful..."
He lowered his head, almost on the verge of tears.
Chu Yang could only smile helplessly, his lips twitching. This Ware Elf’s theatrics... It was strange how this elf was so tough with others but beca so soft around him.
"No, it’s fine. Since Princess Chuyun got it first, it belongs to her. That’s the rule of Immortal World," Chu Yang said, with a hint of amusent.
Crimson Nine Lands pouted, still reluctant, but said nothing more.
Cinian, watching the spectacle, was stunned. So, this is the rule? I should’ve rushed up earlier!
Nanli, having seen the growing tension over the garnt, decided to step in. "Alright, let make a decision. We’ll leave it to fate. Everyone who is here can take part, and we’ll use dice to determine who gets the immortal garnt."
"..." The group fell silent, incredulous. They were going to decide the fate of an immortal garnt with dice?
Especially Yun Jianchu, who had already grabbed it, imdiately protested, "No way. It’s mine now. I won’t give it up."
Siheng, ever supportive of his wife’s decisions, spoke up. "Aunt, this thod might seem about luck, but in essence, it’s the will of the heavens. The person most deserving of the garnt will receive it. That way, everyone will accept it without complaints."
Yun Yubai nodded in agreent. "Exactly."
Seeing her son’s approval, Yun Jianchu reluctantly agreed. "Fine, but don’t bla if I win."
Crimson Nine Lands suddenly beca excited. "So, Master and I each get one chance?"
This ant they had two shots at winning!
Yun Jianchu, with no intention of letting Crimson Nine Lands get an advantage, scorned him, "You’re just a Ware Elf. You’re not even human."
"No worries. If the garnt isn’t destined for fourth brother, then no matter how many tis they roll, they won’t win," Nanli said as she took out the dice.
Siheng cleared a spot on the ground with his spiritual energy.
Nanli went first. Two dice rolled and landed on seven.
Then it was Siheng’s turn. He rolled a nine.
Yun Jianchu, eager to go next, threw her dice. Five.
She froze in place.
Luckily, Yun Yubai ca to her rescue with two fives, making it a total of ten!
Crimson Nine Lands swallowed hard, anxiety mounting as he closed his eyes, muttering a prayer. He rolled his dice.
Everyone watched in suspense to see if his prayers would help.
The dice landed.
Two ones.
"Two points!"
Crimson Nine Lands nearly fainted.
"Master, I... I couldn’t help you... I’m useless..." He didn’t even dare to approach Chu Yang, afraid of passing on his bad luck.
Chu Yang sighed, half-amused. "Don’t worry, I’ll try now."
With a calm deanor, he threw his dice. An eight.
"Looks like I’m not too bad off," he said with a raised eyebrow.
Crimson Nine Lands groaned. "Master, you’re so easily pleased."
It seed that the immortal garnt was almost certainly going to end up with Yun Yubai.
There was only Cinian left. He spoke up, "I’ll sit this one out. The garnt is too fancy for , I wouldn’t even know how to wear it."
"It’s an immortal garnt. It will adapt to the wearer’s heart," Nanli said. "Cinian, we agreed that everyone here gets a chance. Don’t break the rules."
Cinian had no choice but to take the dice.
Since Yun Yubai had rolled a ten, Cinian could only go through the motions.
He tossed the dice casually.
Two sixes.
"Twelve!"
The group was stunned.
Nanli laughed. "Cinian, it seems this immortal garnt is ant for you."
Cinian was dumbfounded. "This... this must be a joke, right?"
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