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Jun Chong fell like a small blade of grass abandoned by the wind, plummeting from the sky with such speed that it caught me off guard. I stood there, dumbfounded, unable to process what was happening, yet my body instinctively rushed in his direction.
A single thought echoed in my mind: "Jun Chong cannot die, he cannot die!"
I desperately wanted to reach him in an instant, but a hand around my waist held me tightly in place, rendering me immobile. "Anxin, come back with me."
"Let go of me!" I struggled fiercely, forgetting the pain coursing through my body. My heart was solely focused on Jun Chong; if anything happened to him, I couldn't bear to live. Everything would lose its meaning without him. "I need to find him, let me go!"
"Enough. He won't die; at most, he will need a few days to recover. He is the Lord of the Abyss, the former King of the Underworld, and the strongest ruler of the Jun Family. If you trust me, come back with me. Once we reach Underworld City, you will still have a chance to see him."
"Why should I trust you?" I glared at Lianchi, recalling how everything seemed to be under his control just moments ago. I couldn't discern whether this man was good or evil. "Was everything regarding the Underworld planned by you?"
"Yes." Lianchi did not lie; he admitted it openly.
"The Vengeful Spirit was also trained by us, solely to uncover the Ghost General's weaknesses. The Ghost General has its own Essence; it will only disappear when its Essence is completely destroyed. We searched for a long time without success, only to discover that the Ghost General had placed its Essence in Emerald Valley and entrusted it to Su Yi's consciousness for protection. Such a move is something no one would dare attempt, but investigations confirmed that the Ghost General indeed did so. At that time, I approached it with a trial-and-error mindset and never expected the Vengeful Spirit would actually find the first Essence and kill one of the Three Ghost Generals. Su Yi realized our intentions and thus placed the Ghost General's Essence in her strongest area of consciousness. She usually appears in the form of Emerald Valley; as long as she does not take human form, the Ghost General's Essence cannot be found. The only ones capable of making her take shape are you and the Lord."
Lianchi's words left me speechless as darkness enveloped us like a night in the Underworld, devoid of any color.
"Then why did the King reclaim the Emerald Feather Box at this moment?"
"The Demon Realm." Lianchi smiled and gestured for silence. "There are those in the Demon Realm who wish to destroy the Emerald Feather Box and harm the Lord's body; naturally, the King would not agree. Keeping it close is the best option."
Seeing my expression, Lianchi sighed.
"Su Yi's consciousness remaining here was a decision made by the King to better retrieve the Emerald Feather Box. However, Su Yi refused to help and even incited the Ghost General to intervene. When the King sealed the Lord's body within the Emerald Feather Box, he already faced backlash; dealing with the Three Ghost Gods became quite challenging for him. Thus, we had to find alternative solutions. At this moment, coincidentally, the Lord set his sights on the Emerald Feather Box, prompting the King to order that we use you to bring back the Emerald Feather Box and eliminate the Three Ghost Gods. That is how everything unfolded today."
I felt dazed; I hadn’t expected that Jun Chong’s plan had been discovered by the King of Hell. Remembering what the female ghost had told me made me shudder at how terrifying that King truly was.
A chilling sensation coursed through me, mixed with a profound sense of helplessness. We knew we had done so much, yet we felt like mere clowns being toyed with, and no one could feel happy about that.
The darkness, which seemed to stretch endlessly, enveloped me, leaving me uncertain of Jun Chong's whereabouts. I wanted to get closer, but I didn't know how to act; even the tears that once revealed my vulnerability had vanished.
After a long silence, I finally spoke, "So Qin Ling knows?"
"He doesn't know. This plan was only discussed between the King and us Guardians. Aside from us, you are the only one who knows now."
As Lianchi said this, he reached out and ruffled my hair. "I know you love Lord. Right now, your heart is filled with resentment towards the King. You have done so much yet gained nothing in return, suffering a painful price for it. But everything has two sides; when a person wins too much, they will endure more pain when failure comes than they would from repeated defeats."
At that moment, I thought Lianchi was merely trying to comfort me and didn't think much of it. For me, Jun Chong's life or death was what mattered most; even if he was just injured, he surely needed treatment at this very moment.
But Shizui had gone to Underworld City, and neither Tao Wu nor Taotie had entered the Underworld at that time. Who would be there to protect him?
I wanted to go to his side, but Lianchi held me close and turned back. "Anxin, if you still want to succeed, you must endure this."
I found myself increasingly unable to see Lianchi clearly. He was a servant of the King, yet sometimes his words seemed to help Jun Chong. "Lianchi, are you good or evil?"
"Good and evil are not determined by the person but by whom one serves. If you see me as a servant of the King, then in your eyes I am a villain; conversely, I am a good person."
I remained silent, only wishing for Jun Chong's safety.
A pure white light emerged from my forehead and plunged into the darkness ahead, merging with a green light.
Before long, it seemed that the place where Jun Chong had fallen gradually ignited with a hint of green light. I suddenly grabbed Lianchi's shoulder and looked back; that green light grew brighter and formed a halo before completely permeating into it and vanishing.
In that moment, I felt a faint breath from Jun Chong stir slightly before returning to calmness. A strong thought surged within me—he was alright.
In the darkness, I seemed to hear a very faint voice saying, "Jun Chong, all I can do for you is this. I hope you won't blame me. Regardless of love or not, to me, you are a lifelong knot in my heart. Even if Su Yi completely fades from this world, I still want to tell you, Jun Chong, I love you."
Lianchi held me and walked forward without looking back, but suddenly said, "Though she is just a thought now, the Su Yi in life was incredibly powerful. Even her posthumous thoughts are not something ordinary spirits can resist. She used all her strength to heal Lord's wounds, so don't worry!"
My nose tinged with bitterness as two lines of tears fell. In my confusion, I saw that she left with a smile.
Because of love, even in death, there is no regret.
Though there is reluctance, I cannot let go of that deep emotion. So even having lost everything, I still want to do something for him, even though he has never responded.
Women are foolish like that; once they fall in love, they stubbornly hold on.
Su Yi was like this, and so was I.
To her, Jun Chong is an existence that can never be forgotten for a lifetime; how could I be any different?
She continued to strive for Jun Chong until the very end. And what about me?
I lowered my head and touched the spot over my heart. From the very beginning, I only brought him burdens. If it weren't for my existence, he would surely be able to act freely! To act without reservations is the best way for those who take action.
I clenched my teeth, feeling lost about the future.
Lianchi led me through the darkness as I leaned on his shoulder in silence. Thus, I did not see behind us in the darkness where a brilliant light flashed. A tall and slender figure watched us from somewhere for a long time until Mu Yan Hua's beautiful form appeared beside him and gently called out, "Lord, it's almost time."
"Let's go!"
The shadow turned and left without any lingering attachment, as if that gaze just now had been enough to soothe the pain of longing. For those who achieve great things, sometimes personal feelings must be set aside when necessary.
Mu Yan looked at him, hesitating to speak, and ultimately said nothing before disappearing into the darkness.
"Lord Lianchi," a voice called out, causing me to turn around in confusion. In an instant, I found myself facing the night of the Underworld. Although it was dark, it lacked the oppressive heaviness that usually accompanied such nights.
"Where is Feng Ao?"
"Lord Feng Ao has already returned to the dynasty with the Emerald Feather Box."
Lianchi fell silent for a moment before saying, "Let's go back."
He lifted me into the carriage, and my gaze swept over the reapers surrounding us. Among the sea of black-clad figures, I did not see that familiar face.
"Wait." I grabbed Lianchi's shoulder and rubbed my eyes as I looked down at the reapers. "Where is Qin Ling?"
Lianchi paused but did not respond. His reaction unsettled me; since earlier, there had been no news of Qin Ling or the female ghost. My heart raced, and I pressed on, "Where is Qin Ling?"
"He went missing during his battle with the Ghost General."
"Then why aren't we looking for him?"
Without even glancing at me, Lianchi continued to carry me into the carriage. "The reapers of the Underworld do not need rescue; they need strength. If he is fortunate, he will return on his own. If not, dying in battle for the glory of the King is nothing to lament."
The carriage soon started moving, and I found myself unable to move under his hold, growing increasingly angry at his words.
"I thought everyone was equal, including ghosts. Though there are rulers, if they lack even the most basic awareness of valuing life, how can they hope to govern? Over time, discontent will surely lead to rebellion. Every life has its worth, regardless of its completeness; it serves as proof of their existence. Is this how you treat lives—so casually discarded? As King of the Underworld, can't he lift a finger? If that's truly the case, I am deeply disappointed."
I knew my tone was harsh and that some of my words would reach the King of the Underworld's ears, putting my own life at risk. Yet I could not ignore Qin Ling's words: "But even if there is only a glimmer of hope, I still want to live."
At that moment, I felt his strong desire to live, even if no one chose him. He wanted to survive because life was hard-won. He had spent so long in darkness, and now there was a glimmer of hope for rebirth, yet it remained so difficult.
Tears blurred my vision as I pounded on Lianchi, shouting, "Go back and save him! Save him!"
Lianchi allowed me to vent my frustration without saying much. It wasn't until I cried out of exhaustion that he handed me a handkerchief to wipe away my tears.
I glared at him and said slowly, "Lianchi, I hate you. I hate the ruthlessness of death, the cruelty of the King of Hell! I hate the Underworld."
"But you will eventually die, and you will still come to this place."
"I would rather destroy my soul than return to the Underworld!"
Lianchi paused, his eyes flickering with emotion. A momentary shock crossed his face but quickly faded as he lowered his head, a faint smile appearing at the corner of his mouth. "You sound just like her!"
I was taken aback. "Her?"
Lianchi didn't answer directly but continued, "Anxin, I know you're worried about Qin Ling. But if he goes back, Molin will surely die. Only one of them can survive. What will you choose? Will you give up Molin for Qin Ling?"
My heart sank suddenly, fingers intertwining nervously as I lowered my gaze.
This choice had seemed simple at first, but now it had become increasingly difficult.
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