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Warm water flowed over my shoulders and neck, and the bathroom was filled with steam.

Jiang Xiaochuan leaned against the edge of the bathtub, letting out a long sigh, trying to relax his tense nerves. The warm water made him feel drowsy, and his thoughts drifted away.

Lu Xueqi...

When exactly did she... develop those feelings for him?

It couldn't possibly be when he was eight years old, the first time he went up Little Bamboo Peak with his master, and the two of them were sparring with wooden swords, could it? She was so little back then, with a serious little face, and he even mischievously tripped her up...

Love at first sight? How could that be?

Jiang Xiaochuan's head ached from thinking, so he simply stopped delving into it. But once his thoughts returned to the past, certain images would inexplicably crash into his mind, as clear as if they were from yesterday.

For example, his "first" death.

……

late at night.

A clap of thunder sounded, the wind whipped up the remaining clouds, and dark clouds filled the horizon.

The storm is coming.

When Jiang Xiaochuan brought his spear down, it splashed up a cloud of muddy water, dark red and sticky.

The rain was so heavy that the smell of blood seemed to have been diluted.

He saw... a scene of hellish bloodshed.

The people who died tragically on the ground were all people who had greeted him with smiles in the past.

There's no sound now.

Ahead, the gaunt figure in the tattered monk's robe slowly turned around.

It is Puzhi.

It's completely different from the solemn and dignified appearance I had in mind.

His face was shrouded in black mist, his eyes were a murky red, and his mouth was stretched open with drool dripping down his face, making him look like he was both crying and laughing.

He clutched the Buddhist treasure, a string of jade prayer beads, in his hand. The beads shone with an eerie light, their green glow illuminating half of his face, making him look like a demon.

"Run...run fast!"

Several suppressed, trembling cries came from the corner behind me.

It was a group of villagers huddled together under the collapsed thatched hut, all covered in wounds, their bodies a mixture of blood and mud.

Puzhi seemed not to hear. He tilted his head, looking at Jiang Xiaochuan blocking his way, and the gun in his hand.

"You're all in my way...you don't understand my path..."

At the fifth level of Yuqing, Tian Buyi once jokingly told him that among his peers, apart from that ice block from Xiaozhu Peak, few were stronger than him.

But...

That's bullshit.

The one across the street is Puzhi, one of the four great monks of Tianyin Temple.

Even if it's poisoned or struck by lightning, it's still a starved camel.

What's this?

I encountered a top-tier boss right after leaving the starting village?

He had tried to change things before, urging Tian Buyi to look down the mountain more often.

They said they saw unfamiliar faces acting suspiciously in Caomiao Village at the foot of the mountain.

Tian Buyi glared at him: "You sneaked down the mountain again! You're never diligent in cultivation, but you're certainly good at eating, drinking, and having fun!"

In the following days, he did see the Crimson Flame Sword go down the mountain several times.

He thought... he thought...

"Immortal Master... Immortal Master..."

Behind him, an old man with a broken leg struggled to crawl forward half a step.

It was impossible to tell whether the tears on her face were from rain or tears.

"Go...you must go...you're still young...the immortals of Qingyun Sect...can't perish here...it's not worth it for us..."

Not worth it?

Jiang Xiaochuan looked at the old man's broken leg, at the light that was about to go out in his cloudy old eyes, and then at the dark red at his feet.

Whether it's worth it or not, who decides?

"Heaven and earth are ruthless... treating all things like straw dogs..."

His lips moved, but no sound came out. The words rolled through his mind, and he felt a burning pain in his chest.

On what grounds?

Just because you don't know how to cultivate, you live a simple life, and die... just as easily?

But Puzhi didn't give him a chance to think it over.

Puzhi moved.

He seemed to be enraged by Jiang Xiaochuan's gaze, or perhaps by the strange spear in his hand.

His gaunt body unleashed unimaginable speed, accompanied by a foul stench, as he struck out with a palm.

Before the palm strike even arrived, the pressure, a mixture of Buddhist power and some kind of cold, evil energy, hit first, making Jiang Xiaochuan gasp for breath.

Almost instinctively, drawn from his battles with monsters in the past few months, he held his gun horizontally in front of him.

"Bang!"

It felt like being hit by a speeding car.

No, it's much heavier than that.

An unparalleled force surged from the gun, causing his hand to split open and bleed profusely.

He was lifted off the ground and flew backward, his back slamming hard into an earthen wall that hadn't completely collapsed yet.

"Cough cough cough."

It felt as if my internal organs had shifted.

His vision blurred, a sweet taste rose in his throat, and blood surged up. He gritted his teeth and swallowed it back down.

"Immortal Master!"

"Little Immortal!"

The villagers screamed.

Jiang Xiaochuan, supporting himself with his gun, climbed up from the clods of earth.

Half of the wall collapsed, and rainwater poured down my head, running down my forehead and into my eyes, which stung a little.

"Run! Run into the woods! Don't look back!"

He roared at the person behind him.

Then, staring at Puzhi who was slowly walking towards him, he pushed off with his foot, splashing mud and water everywhere, and charged forward again with his gun in hand.

The Qi of Taiji Xuanqing Dao circulates in the meridians, and the steps tread on water as it walks around Puzhi.

The spear tip flickered, creating several blurry red shadows as it thrust towards Puzhi's ribs, knees, and groin.

Puzhi's movements were a bit stiff, not as agile as those of an ordinary person.

But their levels of understanding are too different.

Every time his gun was about to pierce, it was deflected by that faint, dark golden light.

Or perhaps Puzhi separated them with his bare hands.

The hand was as hard as iron; when it struck the gun barrel, it made a dull clanging sound, which made his hand go numb.

This idea popped into Jiang Xiaochuan's mind.

Fortunately, the old monk was delirious and only used brute force. If he could have used the true methods of Buddhism...

Even if...

"Bang!"

I got distracted.

Puzhi punched the gun barrel that he had hastily set up.

The force traveled through the gun barrel and slammed hard into his chest.

He heard the sound of his ribs breaking, a crisp sound, like a tree branch being snapped.

It hurts, a very sharp pain.

It exploded from his chest and spread throughout his body.

He staggered backward, each step landing on the blood-stained mud, splashing high into the air.

But Puzhi didn't give him a chance to catch his breath and followed.

Then he slapped him on the head.

Jiang Xiaochuan couldn't react in time and had to turn to the side and use his left shoulder to push.

"Click."

His left arm was bent at an odd angle.

The excruciating pain caused his vision to blur, and he almost fainted.

He clenched his teeth, his mouth filled with the salty, fishy taste of blood.

He held the gun in one hand, swept it across, and forced Puzhi back a step.

Puzhi retaliated with a backhand strike to his leg.

The pain was excruciating, but he stood up and didn't fall.

Puzhi seemed annoyed.

His withered fingers curled up and he made a grabbing motion in mid-air.

Jiang Xiaochuan suddenly felt as if his right leg was being clamped by iron clamps, and then a tremendous force came from him.

"what!"

My leg bone is broken.

He was struggling to stand and tried to support himself, but it was no use.

With a splash, he half-knelt in the muddy water.

The cold mud instantly soaked through the trouser legs.

He tried to support himself with his left leg and his intact right hand.

I tried twice, but it didn't work.

Rainwater stung his face, and he blinked hard.

I can only see with one eye, so it's a bit dark.

He reached up and touched his left eye socket; it was wet and a little warm.

Oh, it's blood.

I was just scratched by something.

Is it the force of the punch, or something else?

I can't see it clearly.

He lay in the mud, panting heavily, each breath feeling like a knife was twisting in his chest.

Ouch, that really hurts!

Puzhi's shadow covered him.

The red eyes held no emotion, only a chaotic madness.

He lifted his foot, as if to stomp down.

Jiang Xiaochuan used his still-functioning right hand to push off the ground, channeling his last bit of strength, along with the pent-up anger and resentment in his heart, into the God-Slaying Spear in his hand.

With a hum, the gun emitted a burst of dark red light, which blazed like a fire in the pitch-black rainy night.

The glassy light at the tip of the spear was dazzlingly bright.

Go to hell.

The gun slipped from his hand, transforming into a straight red line that pierced towards Puzhi's heart.

This seemed to be his last blow.

Puzhi seemed to be stunned for a moment, but didn't dodge.

He stretched out his withered hand and grabbed the gun barrel!

It's sizzling!

It felt like a red-hot iron block had been branded into the skin and flesh.

A plume of black smoke rose from Puzhi's palm, and he let out a agonizing howl.

The spear tip didn't pierce through, but the dark red light and the unclear aura emanating from the spear clearly injured him.

He grabbed the gun and threw it back violently.

Jiang Xiaochuan wanted to hide, but he was powerless to do so.

puff.

Something cold entered his abdomen and then emerged a little bit from his back.

He looked down and saw the dark red gun pinning him to the ground.

It doesn't hurt.

Strangely, it doesn't hurt as much anymore.

It's a bit chilly and feels a bit empty.

Puzhi released his grip, covering his smoking palm, and gasped for breath.

He seemed to have lost interest in Jiang Xiaochuan as he was now, and his cloudy eyes turned to the other side, to the large tree in the distance.

Jiang Xiaochuan seemed to see two children who had fainted out of the corner of his eye.

Puzhi raised his hand and made a grasping motion.

A dark red, inconspicuous light flew out from the shadow of the big tree and landed in his hand.

It's a bead, a deep purple bead.

Puzhi didn't even look at him, but held the beads and casually waved them in his direction.

Jiang Xiaochuan saw a red light, very thin and very fast.

He instinctively tried to raise his hand to block, but he couldn't lift it.

I want to turn to the side, but I can't move my body.

The red light gently passed through his heart.

It feels like I got bitten by a mosquito.

Then all the strength and warmth in my body flowed out through that small opening.

It flows very fast.

My body felt lighter and colder.

My vision went black.

My ears were ringing; the sounds of rain and thunder seemed distant.

He seemed to hear the sounds of villagers who should have run far away, and stumbled back.

Their faces were filled with terror and despair.

But they still came back without hesitation.

He spread his arms and stood between him and Puzhi.

He wanted to shout.

Hurry up!

What are you coming back for!

What an idiot!

But he couldn't open his mouth and couldn't make a sound.

Only blood foam kept oozing from the corners of his mouth.

……

Well, at least we can keep each other company on the road to the underworld.

I'm sorry to them, they could have left.

Is this what death feels like?

It looks somewhat familiar.

It seems like it was the same in my past life.

When I was hit by the "Great Luck" and thrown into the air, I felt light and airy, and then everything went black.

What bad luck! Both times he met a terrible end.

Do you regret it?

regret.

I knew earlier...

If I had known, I should have risked being beaten to death by Lao Tian and gone down the mountain earlier to guard the village entrance.

I should have spoken more clearly, even if I was considered crazy.

I'm going to die...

This time, it's probably really time to die...

…………

Twelve years.

It's neither long nor short.

Old Tian's fat face always had a stern expression.

But every time he came back from the mountain, he would always have some novel foods from Heyang City in his sleeve, which he would casually toss to him.

Su Ru's wife's hands are so warm. When he was a child, he would wake up from nightmares, and his wife would hold him on the back and hum a song.

Then there's the eldest brother, who's as honest and simple as a stone roller. He'd be your sparring partner during practice, and even after getting beaten up, he'd still chuckle like an idiot.

Wu Dayi, Zheng Dali, He Dazhi, Lü Daxin... each has their own foolishness.

That gambler Du Bishu still owes me three copper coins from last time.

That little girl, Tian Ling'er, may seem fierce, but she's actually quite kind-hearted.

Last time he slacked off during his cultivation, she chased him all over the mountain and eventually gave him two sweet red berries.

What are they doing right now?

They should be asleep by now.

Is Shoujing Hall quiet and peaceful?

I'm sorry.

Master, Mistress, fellow disciples...

I'm sorry.

I...didn't listen to Lao Tian and didn't cultivate properly.

I'm lazy, I'm cunning.

I... I always talk back.

and also……

That little ice cube.

A face seemed to flash before his eyes.

It's cold and white, like a jade carving, and it doesn't seem to have any warmth when you look at someone.

The first time I saw her at Xiaozhu Peak, she was only a little bit tall, with a tense little face, holding a wooden sword, and gesturing with him.

She tripped her up and won.

She collapsed to the ground, her pale white Taoist robe stained with dust, her face filthy, but her eyes were fixed on him as if she wanted to burn two holes in him.

Later, she always challenged him to matches.

He always avoided her.

There was really no way to avoid it, so we arranged to meet at Hongqiao.

She walked across the rainbow bridge, her feet treading on the colorful surface. The morning light gilded her with a golden edge; it was beautiful, but it was too cold.

He said he'd fight her again in six years. Her face turned red with anger, though she still didn't show much expression. But he knew she was angry.

so fun.

……

She's actually afraid of thunder.

One day, a sudden downpour occurred, accompanied by lightning and thunder. He happened to be fishing by a mountain stream when he stumbled upon her huddled behind a large rock, hugging her knees, her face as pale as paper, and her whole body trembling violently.

There was no trace of the icy demeanor it usually displays.

He leaned closer, and she flinched.

He went a step further, using the pitiful amount of scientific knowledge he knew to stammeringly explain what thunder was all about: there were no thunder gods or lightning goddesses in the sky, it was just clouds fighting...

At first she ignored him, then she gradually stopped trembling, and later, as the rain subsided and the thunder faded into the distance, she actually…

She fell asleep with her head on his shoulder!

His hair was a little damp, rubbing against his neck. Although it was a little itchy, he didn't dare to move.

……

Old Tian... Master's wife... I think I... slacked off again...

This time... I'm incredibly lazy...

Eldest brother... Third brother... Fifth brother... Seventh brother...

And there's also Senior Sister Ling'er...

I'm so sorry... I promised to bring you the new rouge from Heyang City... but I can't...

Before losing consciousness, I saw another cold, indifferent face...

The eyes are bright, but cold.

"A six-year agreement? Okay."

"Jiang Xiaochuan, you just wait and see!"

"I'm not afraid of thunder... it's just so noisy..."

"Just for a little while... just for a little while..."

Small ice cubes...

I'm sorry.

It seems I'll have to break my promise.

The thunder rumbled past.

The rain seems to have lessened a bit.

The rain poured down on the muddy ground, on the gradually cooling body, and on the dark red spear that had pinned him to the ground.

The light from the tip of the gun slowly dimmed.

……