CHAPTER 307: CHAPTER 284: STANDING AT THE END OF ROMANCE, MOCKING THE DEATH GOD’S POWERLESSNESS

Celestial Saint Palace.

Behind the Immortal Sect.

"Elder, did Chen Zhixing agree to join our Celestial Saint Palace?"

Mo Qingyue came running over with some excitement, looking expectantly.

She was already somewhat impatient to see Chen Zhixing join the Celestial Saint Palace and the scene of them cultivating together.

The silver-haired old woman did not respond but let out a heavy snort from her nose, waving her sleeve forward.

"Elder? What happened?" Mo Qingyue couldn’t help but frown, her heart suddenly uneasy.

"What happened?"

The silver-haired old woman paused, let out a sarcastic laugh, and said in a mocking tone, "That Chen Changsheng despises our Three Great Immortal Tao Lineages for being small and refuses to join our Immortal Tao Lineage."

"This...impossible!"

Mo Qingyue couldn’t help but furrow her eyebrows tighter, confusedly said, "I’ve talked with Chen Zhixing about the Immortal Tao Lineage before, and I could see he was quite looking forward to it. How could he despise our Immortal Tao Lineage for being small?"

Before Mo Qingyue could finish speaking.

The silver-haired old woman waved her hand dismissively, saying, "Let him be, I’ve already offered all that our Celestial Saint Palace could, and still, he does not want to join. What can I do?"

After a pause.

The silver-haired old woman sneered, "Without him, Chen Zhixing, our Three Great Immortal Tao Lineages are still Immortal Tao Lineages and won’t change!"

"And without our Three Great Immortal Tao Lineages, I’d like to see how far that Chen Zhixing can go!"

With those words.

The silver-haired old woman didn’t linger, quickly leaving this void space.

"Elder..."

Mo Qingyue opened her mouth, but finally could only sigh softly, words left unsaid.

...

...

On the other side.

In the golden carriage drawn by nine True Dragons, with the black sun flag mounted on it.

"Ancestor, are the people of our Sikong family just going to die in vain like this?"

Sikong Xuanji looked at Sikong Zaichao, sitting serenely at the center of the carriage, eyes closed in spiritual nourishment, and spoke with some dissatisfaction.

"Fool!"

Sikong Zaichao slowly opened his eyes, glanced at Sikong Xuanji, and said expressionlessly:

"Let me ask you, if I had been an hour late, what would have been the consequence?"

Sikong Xuanji thought for a moment, said solemnly, "I might have been defeated by that Raptor Tiger. Chen Daoyan, with his Primordial Power, is truly not..."

"Defeated?"

A loud mocking laugh interrupted Sikong Xuanji’s words.

Sikong Zaichao’s hoarse voice said, "If I had been an hour late, it would have been enough for you to die seven or eight times over!"

After a pause, Sikong Zaichao changed his tone, "So, why did you think you could still fight then? Do you think if we’d continued, I would have had the time to protect you in a clash with Chen Tianyuan?"

Sikong Xuanji frowned, "Aren’t you hailed as the first in the Peak Realm, Ancestor?"

"...You can brag, but leave me out of it."

Sikong Zaichao glanced at Sikong Xuanji, then took a deep breath, his expression becoming grave:

"Chen Tianyuan is the direct son of Chen Xuanfeng from back then. Although back then he was overshadowed by Chen Xuanfeng’s brilliance and didn’t stand out."

"But this man is definitely not as simple as we thought, and I suspect he inherited almost all of Chen Xuanfeng’s divine secret skills."

"Also..."

"This time when I observed his aura, he already had the light of a Flying Immortal; though he hasn’t taken that half step, he’s not far from it."

With these words.

Sikong Xuanji’s mind was shaken, finally realizing.

So, those scenes earlier were not because the ancestor had a broad vision, but rather he had no choice but to retreat!

"Ancestor, then... so many of our Sikong family killed this time, is it just over like this? I’m afraid it won’t benefit our control over Huai State." Sikong Xuanji narrowed his eyes, still somewhat unwilling.

"Over?"

Sikong Zaichao sneered, then shook his head, "This debt will certainly be settled, but not now."

"Xuanji, you must understand one thing."

"A gentleman holds his tools within, waiting for the right time to act!"

Upon hearing this, a sharp gleam flashed in Sikong Xuanji’s eyes.

Sikong Zaichao then said calmly, "Those who scheme for great things keep it in their hearts, act in matters; if they do not act, so be it, but when they do, a swimming dragon breaks free, stirring up the heavens without dawn or dusk."

...

...

In Huai State, amidst a mountain forest.

Though it was evidently noon, the sky was overcast.

Fierce winds howled, making the branches in the forest sway, dust flying, and dead leaves stirred.

In the sky, heavy, looming clouds were precarious.

Thunderbolts snaked through the clouds, occasionally a flash of lightning splitting through, with deafening thunderclaps.

Then, a pouring rain started, splattering the long parched ground with muddy dust.

An old white-haired woman, with a face marked by age and decay, leaned against the stone wall at the entrance of a cave, with eyes clouded and weathered, staring at the rain outside that looked like bead curtains.

"Sister Zhinu, it’s chilly, and I’m afraid your body can’t withstand it. It’s better you go inside and rest."

A stunning woman in white, with a bewitching face but a pitiful temperament, emerged from the depths of the cave.

She held a stone bowl filled with steaming ginger soup.

"Here, I made you some ginger soup to ward off the cold."

Bai Hu’er handed the ginger soup to Lvu Zhinu with a smile.

Lvu Zhinu took the ginger soup, not drinking it immediately.

First, she looked at the expressionless black-robed men standing in the pouring rain outside the cave, then glanced at the two figures standing inside the cave with hands behind their backs,

One dressed in linen with a sword coffin on his back.

The other short in stature, cloaked entirely in black.

Finally.

Lvu Zhinu turned her gaze back to Bai Hu’er. In those eyes, though aged, there was no blame, no resentment.

Only a sense of relief and an indescribable regret.

She thought for a moment, then softly said:

"Hu’er, no matter if you approached Longevity with intention at first, or whether you had feelings for him or not, since you and Longevity can at least be considered a married couple, could you tell me..."

"Is he still alive?"

Bai Hu’er nodded without hesitation, "Alive."

With those words, the last burden in her heart was finally lifted.

A gentle smile appeared on Lvu Zhinu’s wrinkled, aged face.

Alive.

As long as Longevity is still alive, that’s enough.

"Hu’er, if you have a chance to see Longevity, tell him for me."

"He, in this lifetime, has never owed me anything."

"Together through storm and stress for a hundred years, there has been sadness, there has been anger, but there’s never been regret."

"Without me in the future, he must also walk well on the road ahead."

After saying these final words, Lvu Zhinu glanced at the endless mountains, lips gently moving, seemingly saying something.

Then, without any hesitation, she raised the ginger soup to her lips and drank it in one gulp.

Crack!

The stone bowl fell to the ground, rolling outward.

Bai Hu’er stood silently at the cave entrance, watching Lvu Zhinu gradually close her eyes, her life force dispersing.

The rain poured like jade beads into a disk, splashing sound upon sound.

In her demise, Lvu Zhinu held tightly in her hands, even in death, the long robe she had mended countless times for Li Changsheng.