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The pure white shirt should have been impeccably neat, but with the top two buttons undone, it revealed a hint of fair skin, adding an alluring touch.
A deep black casual suit draped over the white shirt, and matching trousers outlined his long, slender legs. His short gray hair was neatly styled, appearing particularly voluminous in the gusty wind.
His handsome face was so familiar, yet his expressionless demeanor felt as if it were separated by a vast chasm. The ruthlessness and indifference in his eyes had completely erased the simple sense of justice that Molin once embodied.
At this moment, it was less accurate to say that the person standing before me was Molin; he was more like Qin Ling.
But whether it was Molin or Qin Ling, they were the same person.
"Don't go down there; Xiao You can handle this. Just give her some time."
Seeing Molin's calm demeanor puzzled me. "Did you know Xiao You was a Yin Yang Master all along?"
"No. I only found out today." Molin stepped closer and pulled me away from the icy surface of the water. "The resentment here is too strong; you shouldn't get too close."
"How did you get here?"
"Master Night Sky Observation discovered that Catastrophe had descended and told me to come down the mountain to find you immediately. I traveled here and noticed that this hotel had no souls within a hundred miles, which is quite strange in our line of work. After investigating the back mountain, I found Ni Duan, and then sensed your presence here. By the time I arrived, you were already in this state."
"The back mountain?" Jun Chong had gone there on his first night and provided me with an answer in four words. Now Molin mentioned Ni Duan being there. Could there really be something else existing in the back mountain? "Did you encounter Jun Chong on your way here?"
"Jun Chong came too?" Molin looked surprised.
"We came together. He told me he was going to look for Brother Rong, and we split up to investigate. Who knew I would end up being pushed down?"
Molin furrowed his brow, his hair swaying in the wind as he said seriously, "But I didn't sense his presence at all on my way here."
"How is this possible? You can sense my danger in the Mountain, yet you couldn't detect his presence?"
"He likely concealed his aura. There is a vast difference between us; if he doesn't want to be found, no one will discover him."
"Yes, it must be that way."
I gritted my teeth, firmly believing in Jun Chong.
"Hehe, is that really the case?" A pleasant fragrance accompanied the sudden voice. I turned towards the sound and saw Cangling leaning against a pillar in the corridor, dressed in pure white and immaculate, just as I had seen him that day. "You'd better not trust that man."
"Why shouldn't I? He is my husband; I believe him for both emotional and rational reasons."
"The foolishness of women," Cangling said lightly. "That Nether Stone is not easy to deal with. With her current cultivation level, it might be quite challenging."
As Cangling's words fell, a cracking sound echoed from the water's surface, becoming increasingly frequent, until with a loud bang, everything shattered.
My heart raced with that explosive sound. The first thing to break through the water was the Nether Stone, and the Curse Chain binding it had already vanished.
The stone, vibrant and alive, seemed to have finally seen the light of day as it let out a maniacal laugh.
"I've finally succeeded! I've finally succeeded! Hahahahaha! I want all of you to accompany me to the grave! Boys, attack!"
The air suddenly grew thin as oppressive resentment surged forth. Pairs of red lights flickered in the surrounding darkness, resembling glowing red eyes that drew closer with the Nether Stone's arrogant laughter.
The sense of oppression pressed heavily on my heart. I gazed at the now calm water surface; beneath the dark spring water, there was no sign of life, and Lin You still had not surfaced.
"Oh beautiful soul, don't look any longer. That Onmyoji has already consumed her. With her devoured, I will grow even stronger. If I consume you too, no one will be able to defeat me."
"I believe Xiao You won't die!"
I gripped the Blood Flame Sword tightly, not noticing the flames on it surge and then dissipate.
Molin became calmer than before, merely lowering his eyelids, his dense eyelashes fixated on the Blood Flame in my hand, slightly moving. "Do you feel any discomfort holding the Blood Flame like that?"
"Huh?" I looked at him in confusion and raised the Blood Flame. Only then did I realize that the red flames that had been fluctuating on the Blood Flame Sword were gradually fading away. At that moment, the Blood Flame felt very calm in my grip, resembling an ordinary sword. "The flames are disappearing? What's going on?"
"Haha, without its flames, the Blood Flame Sword is just a piece of scrap metal. Tonight, you all will die."
Molin stepped in front of me, holding a talisman in his hand, whispering, "You need to protect yourself with the Blood Flame. Although it has lost its flames, it is still effective against the little ghosts. Strike without hesitation if they get close; otherwise, you'll die."
His tone and demeanor made me feel he resembled Qin Ling more than ever. In just a short time apart, he had changed so much. It could only be said that his previous experiences had truly been a form of growth for him—an instant maturity that clarified his future path.
Yet this version of Molin made my heart ache; I wanted to protect him so badly, but there wouldn't be anyone like that by his side.
"Since getting close means death, it's better to keep a distance, even if it breaks my heart."
Cangling stood leisurely with his hands in his pockets. The ghosts with glowing red eyes seemed to either not notice him or were too afraid to approach him as they moved past him towards us.
"What exactly are you?"
Holding the Blood Flame, I faced an incoming Vengeful Spirit. I thrust my blade into it; it was my first time killing a ghost, and it didn't feel good at all. But I had to grow stronger; I couldn't be afraid.
Molin was trying hard, Lin You was trying hard, and many people around me were putting in effort. I had to become stronger too.
"Creatures of their level aren't even worthy of seeing me."
I was astonished that he had hidden himself.
In response to my surprise, he smiled and said, "The people above have already discovered your body underwater. Dawn is approaching, and if you don't go back soon, you will truly die!" He waved at me, his figure becoming transparent. "Oh, by the way, don't blame me for not reminding you. Don't think that if you die, you can become a ghost and be with Jun Chong. In reality, if you die, your soul will dissipate after a day and a night, and you two will never meet again for all eternity!"
I stared in shock at his disappearing figure, his last words lingering in my mind. It was only then that I understood what Lin You meant when she said, "Once the soul dissipates, it is gone forever."
So that's why Jun Chong didn't want me to die?
It was because once I died and my soul dissipated, we would never see each other again.
He had endless life ahead of him, while I only had this one life to live. Even though my time as a person was short, to him it would be an unforgettable memory for a lifetime.
Tears fell unexpectedly, blurring my vision.
My heart ached with the knowledge of the truth, but it also strengthened my resolve to fight for him. Even if it was just a little bit, I wanted to do something for him.
The last thing he wanted was for me to get hurt, so I would protect myself well; I absolutely couldn't let him worry.
I gripped the Blood Flame tightly, my hand trembling—not from fear but from determination.
I didn't know how to use the Blood Flame because I had never learned swordsmanship; everything relied on instinct. I swung at one opponent after another, striking down pairs until tears blurred my vision and soaked my face, yet I continued to fight on.
"For Jun Chong, I cannot die! I must bring Xiao You back!"
This was my belief, but—
"Anxin—"
The cries of Molin were close at hand, and I could see him not far away, but I couldn't get closer. The Nether Stone had collected countless souls, all of which surged toward him, pinning him down.
He struggled to break free, but there were too many. Unless there was a spell that could wipe them out in one go.
"What’s happening to me?"
My body wasn’t injured, but a chilling current pierced through me from behind.
I looked down and saw that the Nether Stone was embedded deep within me, with only a small portion exposed. The continuous influx of dark energy flowed in, causing my insides to swell and contract. This sensation was not unfamiliar.
"You ultimately belong to me! Merge with me obediently! That way, you can meet that Onmyoji."
Is this how it ends?
My heart felt so unwilling!
Why was it so difficult to protect myself just once?
Why did the determination I had just made have to be negated by reality?
Why were there so many dangers? Could we not coexist peacefully?
I gripped the Blood Flame tightly in my hands. Suddenly, an explosion erupted beside Molin, and a brilliant white light instantly turned the countless little ghosts into mere dust.
The Nether Stone snorted coldly. "This kid has potential. If it weren't for the presence of the King of Hell's aura in his soul, I would have swallowed him long ago. However, after consuming you, I could still devour him."
"I will not die!" Tears mixed with blood dripped onto the Blood Flame—one drop, then another—disappearing into the flames like sparks that could ignite a prairie fire, reappearing on the blade. "For Jun Chong, even if I have to cling to life by a thread, I will survive! I absolutely cannot die!"
With a sudden flare, red flames erupted from the sword, vibrant and intense like a torch. The blinding fire should have been scorching hot; at least the Nether Stone was extremely sensitive to it. Being burned by such searing flames, it emitted a series of mournful cries, gradually slipping away from my body.
Yet I felt no heat from the flames at all. They danced around me, not igniting my clothes or scorching my skin, behaving like a well-behaved child solely meant to fend off enemies.
"Nether Stone, you cannot escape."
Lin You's sharp voice suddenly pulled me back to reality. As I looked up, I saw her standing on the surface of the water, her hands swiftly forming seals. Transparent floating ribbons in her hands gradually transformed into blooming snow lotuses.
"Six Sacred Snow Lotus Seal! You, you are from the Su Family—"
The voice of the Nether Stone turned frantic. It tried to flee but found itself unable to move. The Curse Chain, which had clearly been severed, reappeared around it—exactly six chains.
"Six represents Hexagram in the Yin-Yang Family; it is the strongest protective seal. Many things revolve around six," Molin explained as he stepped closer behind me. "Anxin, it's time to strike."
"What?"
The Six Sacred Snow Lotus Seal in Lin You's hands floated in the air, forming a Hexagram that enveloped the Nether Stone above it. At the same time, she shouted at me, "Anxin, quickly use the Blood Flame Sword to cut it! Now!"
"Okay."
Though confused, I did not hesitate and swung the Blood Flame Sword down toward the Nether Stone.
"Everything is coming to an end."
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