Death itself is not painful; what is painful is the waiting process before dying.
Zhu Yunwen is experiencing this process.
In his mind, thoughts are like flipping images, constantly changing.
Scenes of unfamiliar images appear in his mind...
There are icy mountains, there are fiery seas, and it seems like there is ice within the fire, as if flas are nurtured within the ice.
It is a lake covered in snow, with a volcano beneath it.
During the eruption of the volcano, he and another person fearlessly dived into the lake and entered the strange Heavenly Pond, where there is fire within ice and ice within fire, receiving the legacy of the Heavenly Pond Strange Hero.
There were two secret manuals in total, and he picked one, but it was snatched away by the round-faced person who, speaking as if he was choked by an egg yolk that changed his voice several tis, shook his head and sighed, "Ah, this Vajra Invulnerability Divine Skill requires a virginal body to practice. It’s not suitable for you. You’re more suited for this one."
Thus, he got the other secret manual, with four big words written on it: "Absorption Skill"!
The scene shifts, and he becos another person—a youthful lad who looks old but is only fifteen or sixteen years old, in the presence of imperial guards, visiting his imperial grandfather and kneeling in front of the palace.
The images continue to flip, and atop a mountain peak, he becos a dignified and skilled man, but this ti, he is battled with the round-faced friend with whom he once got the cultivation technique...
Scenes continuously travel through his mind, from initial confusion to becoming clear, struggling intensely.
However, no matter how he struggles, the mory belonging to the lad nad Zhu Yunwen gradually breaks, diminishes.
Instead, the mory belonging to Iron Gall Divine Constable Zhu Wushi increases, gradually filling his entire brain.
An imnse fear begins to engulf his entire spirit.
Wanting to break free, but it is utterly impossible.
Just at this mont, heart-wrenching cries untily transmit from slightly recovered senses in his ears to his mind.
"Mother—"
"Mother—"
"Mother, please wake up quickly. You are Suxin, can you hear your son calling you? Please wake up quickly!"
"Who is it?"
"Who is calling there? Who is Suxin?"
This question rises like ripples in Zhu Yunwen’s Heart Lake.
Just at this mont, he suddenly discovers that the mory belonging to Iron Gall Divine Constable Zhu Wushi in his mind starts to tremble violently, gradually revealing many mories about a woman called Suxin.
He inexplicably feels as if a strange consciousness suddenly erges from between his flesh and blood, as if taking over his mind using the filled mory images, occupying his entire brain.
"No!!"
He is angry and unwilling, yet futile.
The remaining part of the mory belonging to Zhu Yunwen, representing his still existing consciousness, is squeezed into a far corner of the brain, like being imprisoned.
No matter how he roars or resists, he cannot break through the surrounding mory images of Zhu Wushi and reclaim his brain.
A majestic yet gentle voice suddenly echoes within his spirit in his mont of unwilling anger.
"Imperial Grandson, Yunwen, in theory, you are still my nephew; we are family, blood is thicker than water.
Rest assured, I, Iron Gall Divine Constable, never wish to owe anyone. This ti, I owe you a great debt of gratitude, and I won’t kill you. After I revive using the Heavenly Fury Sword, I will leave your body, and you will still be yourself! Moreover, I will persuade the Black Wind Village Chief to treat you well!"
Zhu Yunwen’s spirit is stirred, half-believing and half-doubting, yet so hope arises.
At this mont, he feels that the spiritual consciousness belonging to Zhu Wushi in his brain overflowed, active frequently, as if communicating with soone outside.
This consciousness quickly returns to the brain, and the other consciousness belonging to the sa brain receives so information not intercepted by Zhu Wushi.
"Suxin, it’s , Wushi. Quickly return your consciousness to your body. This ti, I will treat you well, repay you, and never lose you again!"
"Wu...shi...? Zhu...Wushi? Where am I, who am I? Am I...Suxin?"
Boom—
A violent spiritual flood suddenly sweeps through Zhu Yunwen’s mind. It’s caused by Zhu Wushi’s extrely emotional state, so imnse a spiritual wave that Zhu Yunwen’s fragile mind cannot withstand, causing his consciousness to faint on the spot.
Almost simultaneously.
Zhu Yunwen’s body lying on the ground jerked, eyelids suddenly flipped open, eyes shooting out electric-like beams, scaring the nearby Princess Yunluo who was anxiously watching Zhu Yunwen with a scream, nearly falling to the ground.
Two streaks of bloody tears suddenly flow from Zhu Yunwen’s eyes that are dignified yet slightly emotional, filled with worldly weariness and fatigue.
He suddenly opens his mouth and calls out, "Suxin!"
Imdiately disregarding the throbbing pain and dizziness in his head, he excitedly flips upright.
Buzz—
The Heavenly Fury Sword trembles excitedly, shoots up from the ground with a scream, and falls into "Zhu Yunwen’s" palm.
Under the astonished gaze of Princess Yunluo, "Zhu Yunwen" turns to look at Suxin’s body lying there, and the emotions accumulated over more than twenty years erupt like a torrential flood, as bloody tears roll down.
Almost at the sa ti.
Jiang Dali’s face seed to be cast in iron, becoming solemn and stern, eyes suddenly open with a fierce gleam, fixed on Zhu Yunwen’s body, an astounding montum erupts swiftly in the area within a square foot, spinning and slicing like a long knife, making it feel like ice vault, difficult to breathe.
"Is it you? Zhu Wushi!"
"Zhu Yunwen" paused in his steps, the intense emotions cooling sowhat under the gaze that pierced like an ice blade, causing him to halt and turn to look at Jiang Dali, turning to see this past rival!
Even though twenty years had passed, at this mont, he couldn’t wait for even a single second.
But he also had to stop!
Because at this mont, he deeply felt Jiang Dali’s Qi locking onto Suxin.
What this represented was self-evident.
Jiang Dali’s eyes t Zhu Yunwen’s eyes, which had beco even more "familiar," eyes filled with authority seasoned by experience and wisdom, irreplaceable.
Even if the eyes had changed, even if the person had changed, such eyes belonged to only one person—the Iron Gall Divine Constable Zhu Wushi!
"So it really is you! Truly unexpected."
Jiang Dali took a deep breath, suddenly stood up, the cloak sliding to the ground, the Great Strength Fire Qilin Saber angled at the ground, with strengthened spirit firmly locking onto "Zhu Yunwen," as he steadily approached, his clothes billowing, and the dust on the ground swirling up.
"Prince, you..."
Princess Yunluo wanted to step forward to stop him, but the mont she stepped, she felt weak all over, her vision dimming, only feeling that she was rushing toward a figure exuding a demonic charm that chilled the heart with fear, unable to muster the slightest courage, overwheld by terror.
"If what a person does is always within others’ expectations, isn’t living just like being dead? Brother Jiang, thank you!"
"Zhu Yunwen" smiled, but the smile combined with the blood streaming over his face and that young visage was particularly eerie.
Jiang Dali’s eyes flashed, and at this mont, he also received a notification from the central panel that his desired mission had been completed, causing his steps to pause, the saber stirring a howling wind, pointing coldly toward him, "Don’t think that by thanking , everything is settled. You should know, for people like you and , only when one side is dead will the other be at peace. Why did you co back?"
Cheng Shifei, who had been wailing on the side, suddenly listened in horror.
Originally, he was unwilling to be distracted, solely focused on awakening Suxin, but now hearing the baffling conversation between Jiang Dali and Zhu Yunwen, he couldn’t help but feel chills all over.
What does it an to co back to life?
Did Zhu Yunwen just die?
As Cheng Shifei was spiraling into chaotic suspicion, Zhu Wushi’s voice, through the technique of Secret Transmission, reached Jiang Dali’s ears.
"Brother Jiang, I once said, I actually have no interest in the imperial throne. My purpose in struggling for power, is solely to save Suxin.
Now, you’ve helped fulfill my wish. I, Zhu Wushi, owe you a trendous favor. As for the throne of Ming Country, I said I will never touch it again, will you believe it?"
Jiang Dali smirked, glaring at Zhu Yunwen, transmitting, "The hardest thing to predict in this world is the human heart, the hardest to trust are human words."
"Zhu Wushi, I admire your passion and courage, but I won’t underestimate a forr outstanding contender. If it were you, would you be willing to believe?"
Zhu Wushi sighed, "Ah! I know, I know you won’t easily believe. So before this scene happened today, before I ’died’ once, I had already thought about what I needed to do.
I want to send Suxin to your Mountain Village, then help you defeat Xiong Ba, assist you in becoming the top overlord of the vassal states, and after that, you and I will have no further grievances, how about it?"
Jiang Dali raised his eyebrows, "You are willing to send Suxin to as a hostage?"
Zhu Wushi lanted, "It’s a choice of no other option. The process of waiting for happiness has never been easy, these twenty years, I have deeply understood, why rush?"
Jiang Dali’s eyes sharpened, "Patience, an excellent hunter often possesses patience that others don’t. The more you are like this, the more suspicious I beco!"
Zhu Wushi suddenly laughed, "Being so deeply feared and respected by a prideful person like you, Brother Jiang, I don’t know if it’s my misfortune or fortune! But Brother Jiang, you’ve always been decisive in your actions, why the hesitation now? If you wanted to kill now, you could easily do so with a flip of the hand."
Jiang Dali, "You know why I haven’t killed you yet."
Zhu Wushi said gravely, "Right! I not only know, I know that if my answer is unsatisfactory, I will die, and so will Suxin!"
Jiang Dali, "You are wrong! Suxin poses no threat to . Since I promised you to save her life, she can live, but you may not."
Zhu Wushi sighed, "Brother Jiang, you really are a trustworthy person! With those words from you, Brother Jiang, I can die with contentnt.
I know you’d likely say, taking down Xiong Ba doesn’t require my help.
With your greatly enhanced strength now, you could truly say that. But you haven’t killed yet because you’re interested in the path I took.
Do you rember, I once said, you had acknowledged the things I said back then."
Jiang Dali, "Now I even suspect whether you can tell fortunes? But you must have missed one thing, which is, I never like being sched against, even if it’s fortune-telling."
Zhu Wushi, "Your dislike doesn’t an you’re disinterested, you and I are the sa kind of person."
Jiang Dali coldly replied, "I just want to know now, how you did it, why you ca back to life through Zhu Yunwen’s body after dying, and whether you had any cooperation with the Blood Transformation Divine Venerable?"
Zhu Wushi, "It’s a long story, but indeed, it was a collaboration of sorts between the Blood Transformation Divine Venerable and , or rather, a gamble!"
Inside the hall, Cheng Shifei and Princess Yunluo both watched the scene, curious and uncertain, standing still as two seed like experts dueling, yet looking like sculptures.
From the state of their eye movents, they guessed that these two were not engaging in combat, but exchanging so unspeakable secret.
Zhu Yunwen, this lamb, was secretly communicating with the lion Jiang Dali, leader of Black Wind Village?
This scene looked full of absurdity.
Was the lamb persuading the lion to be gentle when devouring it later?...
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(The extra Chapter is a bit late! Recently, monthly tickets are few! If there isn’t much during the day, then tomorrow there will temporarily be a guaranteed Chapter, so on and so forth)
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