Bengtie: My death fueled their madness.

Qi Zhimu's current sea of ​​memories is in such a state that it would be no exaggeration to describe it as a raging torrent.

From the moment I saw Jingliu, all the memories from Cangcheng to Luofu, and even those of the dead, came flooding back like a tide.

Happy and unhappy, they all returned in chronological order.

As expected, he was under strict control and had no way to think about anything else, let alone know what was happening in reality.

The only way to vaguely sense it was through physical touch; there was a Mirror Flow aura nearby.

Upon learning that Jing Liu was Jing Yuan's master and his own disciple, Qi Zhimu felt relieved and focused his energy on absorbing the memories.

It took a long, long time for the film to come to an end, and a deep feeling welled up inside me, as if I had watched a life story filled with love, hate, and passion.

If a story is moving enough, a sense of melancholy will always linger when it finally comes to an end.

If movies are like this, what about looking back on one's own life?

Qi Zhimu could only sigh at everything that happened in his second life and the causes and effects of creation.

The feelings evoked by his 1,600-plus years of life experience far surpassed those of his first and third lives.

No one had an easy time living in that era.

As his consciousness returned to reality from the depths of his memories, Qi Zhimu's bewildered gaze gradually cleared.

My five senses returned, and I smelled a familiar scent.

It is mirror flow.

Before Qi Zhimu could speak, a strange sensation rushed through his body, accelerating blood circulation and raising his body temperature.

His gaze, which had been fixed on the ceiling, suddenly dropped!

Upon seeing the scene before him, Qi Zhimu, who had just regained consciousness, once again fell into a brief state of stagnation.

Zongjin had already risen to prominence and was now under the control of others.

Blue veins suddenly appeared, causing a feeling of intense discomfort.

When people feel uncomfortable, they experience primal urges.

Just as water is needed to extinguish a fire, a tight, airtight enclosure is needed to suppress agitation.

Qi Zhimu knew that the situation was different now than in his previous life, and that using water to extinguish the fire was not unacceptable.

But there has to be a gradual process!

So, instinctively, Qi Zhimu blurted out, "You...traitorous disciple, what are you trying to do?!"

The familiar harsh words caused Jingliu's body to stiffen for a moment, as if by instinct.

But after regaining her senses, a strange smile bloomed on her beautiful face.

Without warning, the swelling was subjected to a familiar pressure that it had never experienced before.

Qi Zhimu was stunned for a moment.

Jingliu leaned down, his eyes flashing red light, filled with emotions that would make ordinary people tremble at the sight of them.

It was a desire that felt like it wanted to devour a person whole.

"Master..."

"what?"

"Master..."

"What about me?"

"Master, didn't you just ask me what I wanted to do? I answered twice already..."

"..."

"Master... Master, Master Master Master Master Master Master Master Master Master! Hehe... Hahahaha..."

Jingliu laughed incessantly, his laughter evolving from a low murmur to unrestrained joy, and finally returning to gentleness.

She had made a vow on the day her master took the initiative but then pushed her away.

Sooner or later, the place that has always been empty in her mind must be filled by her master himself.

Now my wish has finally come true.

Qi Zhimu recovered from his dazed state and then discovered that his movements were restricted, with his hands and feet bound.

If there's anything else you can move, it's your waist.

"You, you..."

"...Master, don't you miss your disciple?"

Jing Liu, looking like a madman, launched a merciless attack on Qi Zhimu.

Ignoring the discomfort of the tearing sensation, the speed increased.

That's how battles are; they're often accompanied by pain.

But as long as you fight to the death, the pain will eventually disappear and you'll hardly feel it anymore.

At that time, all that will remain is pleasure and exhilaration.

"...This isn't about missing someone or not, stop!"

"Understood. Master thinks my attack wasn't fast enough. I will continue to work harder..."

Mirror Flow's words are completely irrelevant.

Master's expression right now is so, so... so captivating.

As expected, Master also enjoys the thrill of battle.

After all, he is not in a state of free rein, has not become a monster, and is not burdened with an irreversible destiny.

Master no longer needs to suppress all emotions that cannot be touched, as he did in his previous life, leaving only the fire of revenge that can only be extinguished by death.

No need.

That means she's doing the right thing!

"Master, follow your heart..."

"I... um—"

Qi Zhimu never expected that he would be silenced like this.

He forced his head to turn and continue talking, but he never expected that Jingliu would pry open his mouth and pour in an unknown liquid the size of an index finger.

Now he remembered all his past life memories, not only the people, but also the knowledge.

With just one sip, one could taste a certain component in the liquid.

The look in his eyes as he looked at Jingliu was both unfamiliar and amused.

"You ungrateful wretch! How old are you? How can you be so impatient!"

"It's all Master's fault... Your disciple has been looking forward to this day for nearly 1800 years..."

Jing Liu smiled broadly, opened her small mouth and gently bit Qi Zhimu's neck, sucking lightly.

That was in 1800...

How could Master blame himself? How could he...?

"Master always likes to act before his disciple, or even without consulting him at all. I humbly wish to learn from you, so why can't I?"

"..." Qi Zhimu choked up.

The components absorbed into the body penetrate deep into the bloodstream and begin to take effect.

Qi Zhimu's complex emotions caused by the extremely unexpected situation gradually subsided.

He could actually break free from the methods that Jingliu used to restrain him.

but……

The guilt he felt for having to deceive Jingliu in his past life ultimately stopped him from having that thought.

She's right. A timescale of a thousand years or so is enough for two lifetimes, even for immortal beings...

However, he could have followed the will of the mirror.

But Jingliu gave him that kind of stuff to drink.

"You rebellious disciple, do you even realize the trouble you've caused?"

"...It's alright, as long as Master still recognizes me as his disciple, you can punish me however you like—"

Jingliu's offensive suddenly stopped, and she leaned close to Qi Zhimu's ear, her breath as delicate as an orchid.

"Master, I have a question for you..."

"Um?"

Do you prefer your bed damp or dry?

"Of course, dryness is better. Who likes dampness...?"

As he finished speaking, Qi Zhimu suddenly realized something and almost laughed in exasperation.

"Where did you learn all this?"

"Master doesn't like it?"

What do you think?

"It doesn't matter, no matter which one Master likes, I'll fuck him until he faints..."

"Kyoryu, how dare you!"

Qi Zhimu's eye twitched violently; he finally couldn't hold back any longer.

If I don't teach my apprentice a lesson for looking down on her like that, what will become of her in the future?

"So, Master, you just... Oh—"

Before Jing Liu could finish speaking, he was overwhelmed by Qi Zhimu's sudden counterattack and lost the ability to resist.

Even if the remaining words could still be spoken, they could not be pieced together coherently.

UI.

With Qi Zhimu unleashing a full thirty times the acceleration, an attack that even the Black Tower dared not easily attempt a second time...

—Kyo-ryu collapsed completely onto him.