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"How much longer do you want to watch? Come out!" Spirit Sword Destiny suddenly said.
He didn't seem to be talking to Xu Xiaofei.
What? Xu Xiaofei was momentarily stunned, and his body flew up, crashing heavily against the mountain wall behind him.
The figure of a young man in a light robe appeared out of thin air.
"Oh, do I really have to make a move?" he said with a grin. "I thought you were just teasing him on purpose!"
"..." Spirit Sword Destiny didn't want to say much to this guy and coldly replied, "Hurry up and help me untie the ropes."
He was bound all over and lying on the ground, unable to move.
How infuriating...
So close... just so close... and he would have been able to see his true form!
Watching Shaoyuan bend down to untie the Binding Celestial Rope that was wrapped around Spirit Sword Destiny, Xu Xiaofei still struggled with all his might.
The intense pain and the boiling heat made him so weak that he couldn't even sit up, let alone stop Shaoyuan.
He watched as Spirit Sword Destiny freed himself and stood up.
This time, it was that person looking down at him from above. In his calm eyes, there was arrogance, pity, and something else...
His consciousness gradually became muddled, and he could no longer distinguish anything.
"Let's go," Spirit Sword Destiny said.
"Aren't we going to take that cauldron?" Shaoyuan asked.
"It's impossible to take it out."
The Spirit-Subduing Cauldron had already fused with Xu Xiaofei's Dantian. If forcibly removed, his Dantian would shatter along with it... he would die.
This was the reason why Spirit Sword Destiny hesitated when reaching into his abdomen.
At this moment, Xu Xiaofei, who seemed on the verge of fainting, suddenly spoke with great difficulty, word by word.
"You won't let me see... your true face. Your face must... hide a secret..."
He did not continue, but the implication was clear. I will definitely find another opportunity to see it again; I must know what secret you are so eager to conceal!
Spirit Sword Destiny understood this layer of meaning as well.
"I underestimated you," he said softly, gazing deeply at Xu Xiaofei. "In the future, I will take you more seriously."
He raised his hand.
A delicate hand, yet the fingertips were still stained with a touch of crimson.
Xu Xiaofei did not know what he was going to do, and he was powerless to avoid it.
Only a wisp of green mist floated out from his palm, merging into Xu Xiaofei's bleeding abdomen.
The wound, resembling a blood pit, began to heal.
Xu Xiaofei felt his mind clear, the pain alleviating significantly, and he became somewhat more alert.
"You..." he blurted out.
The person did not wait to hear the rest of his words. Without even glancing back at him, they turned and walked out of the cave.
Stop!
Xu Xiaofei's lips moved, but no sound came out.
Suddenly, waves of intense sharp pain surged through him, as if countless sharp knives were stirring in his abdomen.
He pressed down hard on his stomach, harder than before, almost crushing his own flesh and organs, which only provided him with a slight relief.
The external wounds had healed, but that uninvited cauldron had triggered even more severe injuries within him.
So painful, so hot...
"Thud."
He suddenly collapsed face down, pressing his hot body against the cold ground. The rough rocks scraped his face, but he didn't care.
Spiritual energy surged and roared within him, restless and agitated.
Xu Xiaofei couldn't pay attention to the jade pendant he had hidden close to him; it flickered dimly under the impact of his uncontrolled spiritual energy.
It hurt...
He gasped for breath and suddenly opened his eyes wide.
A faint white light illuminated his gaze.
He saw a pair of feet wearing thin-soled boots.
In disbelief, he looked up, and a phantom figure was gazing down at him.
"Mo... Mo?" he called out in surprise.
The spirit's form was vague, and he couldn't see the expression on its face.
It seemed to be the residual soul that resided in the jade pendant, activated into visibility by the turbulent spiritual energy.
It slowly bent down towards Xu Xiaofei... just a simple motion, yet it seemed filled with tenderness.
And in an instant, it vanished into nothingness.
"Mo..."
Xu Xiaofei reached out his hand in vain.
It was gone, disappeared.
That was Mo's soul; he was truly dead, leaving behind only this last fragment in the world.
Thinking that he was still alive was nothing but my foolish delusion...
Xu Xiaofei stared blankly at the void where he had vanished.
A fragment that had been buried in the vast sea of his complex consciousness for a long time suddenly surfaced. Perhaps it was because at this moment, he was also facing a despairing state of mind like in his memories.
In the memory—
He found himself in a very empty and dark room.
So dark it felt like a grave.
He saw someone walk in; it was his Lin Mo—though half of his face and body had been eroded by poison, turning into a pitch-black and eerie shape, becoming less human and more like an evil spirit or a corpse, he still recognized him at first glance.
Lin Mo used his intact hand to throw a bottle to him from afar.
His lips moved as if to say... This is the medicine I painstakingly found; you must take it quickly.
Where are you going?
After giving the medicine, Lin Mo left. It seemed like he was eager to stay, but at that moment, I felt as if I were gravely ill; speaking was a struggle, and I couldn't move at all. I wanted to channel my spiritual energy, but even that wouldn't respond.
He couldn't be kept.
Just before leaving, Lin Mo glanced back at me one last time, as if smiling.
Once you've taken the medicine and can move around, come find me.
...
Xu Xiaofei slowly closed his eyes.
Tears spilled from the corners of his eyes, dripping onto the ground.
In the memories that followed, he could vaguely recall a moment when he truly found Lin Mo, but he was already dead.
He had died from being corroded by poison.
That was a nightmare; it was a mistake in his memory, right?
Because he found Lin Mo once more, and this time he was fully awake; he definitely didn't remember wrong.
But this time, Lin Mo was also dead—it's all his fault for being careless. He should have accompanied Lin Mo to Langya Stream!
Everything is too late now.
Now, even if he exhausts his life, he must find a way to bring Lin Mo back to life.
...
Spirit Sword Destiny flew through the air, crossing mountains and wastelands, heading towards Xuancheng.
Thinking of Xu Xiaofei's last words, he felt somewhat troubled.
This person is indeed a formidable opponent...
He used healing magic on Xu Xiaofei because he knew that although Xu Xiaofei's situation was dire, as the protagonist, he would definitely not die now.
Since they would meet again in the future, there was no need to push him too hard.
Shaoyuan observed his expression all the way and suddenly said, "You don't seem very happy."
Spirit Sword Destiny ignored him.
"Hey, what do you humans usually do when you're unhappy?" Shaoyuan asked again.
"If you keep talking, you'll find out soon enough," Spirit Sword Destiny replied.
He remained calm, yet an aura of killing intent radiated from him.
Shaoyuan suddenly fell silent. Although he was only half-understanding of human affairs, he was still very sensitive to the killing intent.
Before long, they had returned to the Absolute Sect Branch in the city.
"Master, I have returned," he said.
Upon seeing Shen Jinglan, all the hostility from Spirit Sword Destiny vanished without a trace.
Shen Jinglan was still sitting in his usual spot in the courtyard, with a game of chess laid out on the stone table in front of him.
He rested his chin on his hand, studying the chessboard.
Hearing the voice, he said, "Come here and help me finish this game."
Spirit Sword Destiny looked around and saw no one else present, and couldn't help but ask, "Master, are you playing chess by yourself?"
"Do I look that bored to you?" Shen Jinglan replied disapprovingly. "I just split off a clone to use your style of play to accompany me."
...Isn't that still playing by oneself?
Spirit Sword Destiny sat down opposite him and glanced at the remaining pieces on the board.
"You play black, and 'I' will play white?" he asked.
"Yes."
"Is this really how the Master sees my level?"
Bai Zi had been completely devoured by Heizi, leaving nothing but fragments.
"Yan, you can just play your terrible game," Shen Jinglan said with a smile, showing no embarrassment at all. "I can't grasp your thought process in chess at all. Come on, teach me, show me how to turn the tables."
"...Alright," Spirit Sword Destiny replied. "Then I won't hold back."
The Master rarely played chess, and Spirit Sword Destiny didn't have the time to delve into it either.
However, in his previous life when he was still in modern society, he had learned a bit and had barely reached an amateur level.
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