Chapter 641: 643, Save Her (second update)

Chu Jin played the konghou with one hand while snatching a long whip from the air with the other, lashing it fiercely towards Zhao Yiling. The situation was so dire that she didn’t even have time to wonder how Zhao Yiling had appeared there.

The whip carried a bitter chill of malice and struck Zhao Yiling directly, instantly tearing her skin and flesh apart.

Zhao Yiling groaned, but almost miraculously, the scar healed itself!

It was as if she had never been injured at all.

Chu Jin slightly furrowed her brows, clearly noticing the anomaly, "Zi, why can’t I harm her?"

"Because..." Zi began with a bit of bitterness in her voice, "you are, a person who defies the world..."

In other words, others could harm Chu Jin, but Chu Jin couldn’t harm others.

Just because she was a person who defied the world.

Because no one can contend with the Heavenly Dao.

Apart from the melody of the konghou that could cause them actual harm, all other attacks by Chu Jin were void, only causing them a momentary pain.

"Chu Jin, today, you are doomed!" Zhao Yiling charged at her again.

Over these three years, Zhao Yiling had cultivated a special ability specifically to counter the Empress’ spirit, and with the help of the array, she indeed could stand against Chu Jin.

At this moment.

The curse of defying the world began to take effect within Chu Jin, a trickle of blood oozing from the corner of her mouth! Her pale complexion was even more bloodless against her red attire.

Zhao Yiling took this opportunity to lift a magic artifact, aiming it straight for Chu Jin’s vital point!

If it hit, Chu Jin would perish.

The smile on Zhao Yiling’s face grew more and more pronounced.

At this critical juncture, a clear and graceful figure dashed forward, kicking Zhao Yiling away with one swift move.

"Pu!" Zhao Yiling lay on the ground, spitting out a mouthful of fresh blood.

"Jin, are you alright?"

Meanwhile, a very familiar voice sounded in the air.

Chu Jin gently looked up, only to see that the newcomer had tied her hair into a long ponytail, wore a linen tunic, clean and brisk, with attractive and striking features.

"Xinran!" Chu Jin softly called out, a hint of shock flashing in her eyes.

Miao Xinran had actually returned!

"Jin," Miao Xinran walked to Chu Jin’s side, taking an elixir from her pocket and feeding it to Chu Jin.

Chu Jin swallowed the elixir, and her complexion improved a great deal.

Miao Xinran stretched out her hand to set a decision, creating a barrier in the air, "Jin, stay here, I’ll go out and help them!" Having said that, she dashed out of the barrier.

Chu Jin clutched her chest, vomiting another mouthful of fresh blood.

She relied on the konghou to stand up.

Looking at the fight outside the barrier, Mo Qingyi was injured, Duanmu Zhe was also injured, Tong Zhi’s body had reached its limit, the air grew thicker with the scent of blood, the snowflakes were flying everywhere, numerous evil cultivators fell, and countless more flooded in from all around.

The scene was like hell on earth.

If this went on, everyone would die.

Because of her.

So many people were fighting for her, she had no reason to hide here!

Chu Jin steadied herself, grabbed the long whip, and was just about to tear through the barrier when Zi’s voice echoed in her mind.

"Jin, play the konghou sonata! If you can bring out the greatest power of the konghou, perhaps there would be a glimmer of hope!"

Upon hearing this, Chu Jin put down the long whip, turned around in front of the konghou, and a drop of fresh blood fell onto the konghou, unbeknownst to anyone, lighting up the strings of the konghou with a strange glow.

Chu Jin, enduring the pain within her body, gently raised her leg and stood on the tail of the konghou, channeling strength into her hands as she began to pluck the strings.

The wind swept up her black hair and the broad hem of her red dress, merging them together.

Graceful.

As though she could ride the wind away at any moment.

A trace of blood still hung on the corner of Chu Jin’s mouth, but it did not detract from her grace; instead, it added a touch of enchanting allure!

The wind grew stronger and stronger.

Around the barrier, layers of evil cultivators and demons lay piled.

With ferocious expressions.

They all wanted to break the barrier, to kill Chu Jin with their own hands.

Only in this way.

Could they receive the care of the Heavenly Dao and ascend.

Chu Jin gathered all her spiritual power in her fingertips, as shocking purple lightning coiled around her palms.

Soon, melodious notes of the konghou flowed from her fingertips.

At first, it was gentle and pleasant.

Then, it became more domineering, more piercing!

Chu Jin’s face grew paler and paler, blood constantly oozing from her lips, turning her complexion white as paper within a short time.

Her meridians inside were breaking apart, and her blood was flowing backward.

Yet she persisted.

Persisted.

She could not fall.

Chu Jin’s fingers moved faster and faster over the konghou strings, almost creating afterimages.

The sound of the konghou grew more and more piercing!

That sound, as if infused with a magic power, was deafening and majestic!

Everyone present couldn’t help but cover their ears.

Including the evil cultivators and demons, who had no choice but to pause their fighting!

Under the dangerous melody, everyone’s faces painfully twisted together.

Some with weaker willpower convulsed uncontrollably.

It hurt.

The sound of the konghou seemed to transform into countless sharp swords, stabbing into everyone’s hearts and penetrating their skin and bones!

The pain was so intense it made it impossible to breathe!

Only Mo Zhixuan and Han Zixiu, suspended in mid-air, were still entangled with the Heavenly Dao.

A phoenix reborn from the konghou’s music soared directly toward the sky.

The phoenix flew straight up into the sky.

It launched a direct attack on the center of the dark clouds.

"Boom!"

With a loud explosion, the two dark clouds dispersed, and the Heavenly Dao vanished without a trace.

However, everything was far from over.

An earth-shattering laugh suddenly echoed from the sky, "Hahaha!"

Mo Zhixuan and Han Zixiu turned around at the same time, gripping their magic artifacts and launching an attack toward the direction of the Heavenly Dao.

Only by annihilating the Heavenly Dao could Chu Jin be saved.

Chaos reigned above and below the sky.

Taking advantage of the chaos,

Ling Que quietly approached Chu Jin, slightly bent her finger, and a streak of light shot out from her fingertip, instantly disappearing into Chu Jin’s forehead.

Then, Ling Que took out a yellow talisman paper and threw it towards the sky.

As soon as the yellow paper left her hand, it burst into flames, and soon turned to ashes.

After doing all this, a sly smile curled on Ling Que’s lips.

Her beautiful eyes gleamed with triumph.

Empress,

You can finally disappear from this world forever!

With the disappearance of that yellow talisman paper, Mo Zhixuan and Han Zixiu could clearly feel the power of the Heavenly Dao growing rapidly.

It was the right moment.

A Heavenly Dao avatar cast down, bringing endless oppression to the person below.

The killing intent was thick, and for Chu Jin, the Heavenly Dao showed no mercy.

"Zing—" The sound of the konghou suddenly stopped.

At that moment, a blurry figure flew swiftly over, positioning themselves directly in front of Chu Jin!

In mid-air.

Han Zixiu was entangled by another Heavenly Dao’s spirit and couldn’t get free.

He could only watch helplessly as Mo Zhixuan took the full brunt of the blow intended for Chu Jin.

"Heh, playing the hero for the beauty," a mocking voice echoed in the air, "Mo Zhixuan, didn’t you say that no one could hurt you?"

"Pfft!" Mo Zhixuan spat out a mouthful of blood.

With a longsword in hand, he knelt on one knee before Chu Jin.

"Mo Zhixuan! Have you lost your mind?" Chu Jin exclaimed in shock, not minding her own wounds, and immediately embraced Mo Zhixuan.

How could he be so foolish...

"I’m fine," Mo Zhixuan said with a slight smile, reaching out to wipe the trace of blood from Chu Jin’s mouth, "Don’t worry."

No sooner had he finished speaking than more blood kept bubbling out of Mo Zhixuan’s mouth.

That face.

It was paler than Chu Jin’s.

"Stop talking, please, stop talking!" Chu Jin wiped the blood with her sleeve, her tears falling like broken pearls.

For the first time since being reborn,

She felt such panic.

An overwhelming sense of helplessness flooded her entire being.

She could only watch, helplessly, as those she knew so well fell one by one because of her.

Yet she was powerless.

There was nothing she could do.

Mo Zhixuan gently wiped the tears from Chu Jin’s face, trying to appear nonchalant as he smiled and said, "Silly girl, why cry? I’m truly fine."

"Those who defy the heavens will meet a terrible end! Die!" The Heavenly Dao unleashed its might again, overwhelming and crashing down on the two like a tidal wave of elemental forces.

Mo Zhixuan’s expression changed, and he stretched out his long arms to protect Chu Jin in an embrace.

Just then,

Two figures stepped out, blocking Heavenly Dao’s advance.

One of them even set up a barrier around Chu Jin and Mo Zhixuan.

Chu Jin looked up in surprise.

She saw that the newcomers were Song Shiqin and Mo Qianjue.

Mo Zhixuan coughed lightly and more blood surged from his mouth.

Without time to think, Chu Jin quickly took out the Golden Needle and a medical kit from her space.

"Sit tight, I’ll treat your wounds." Chu Jin’s body had also reached its limit, and at that moment, she was completely running on fumes.

She was hanging on by a thread.

"I’m fine," Mo Zhixuan pressed down on Chu Jin’s hand holding the Golden Needle, looked up at her, his deep phoenix eyes reflecting her image. He suppressed the sweet taste of blood in his mouth, reached out to touch her cheek, tenderly caressing it, and slowly said, "Jin, promise me, no matter what happens, you must live on."

Chu Jin’s tears fell like rain, nodding while saying, "Let’s live on together, I have so much more to tell you..."

"Shh." Mo Zhixuan placed a finger to her lips, "Stop talking, close your eyes, I’ve got something for you."

Chu Jin slowly closed her eyes, as two lines of clear tears fell from her long, thick eyelashes.

Mo Zhixuan supported her head with one hand and curved his other around her neck, delivering a kiss with his thin lips to her red ones, just as he usually did.

But what was different this time

was that between their kisses, there was a strong taste of blood.

If Chu Jin were to open her eyes at that moment, she would find that Mo Zhixuan’s eyes were wide open; besides the affection in those deep and profound phoenix eyes, there was an unfathomable darkness.

He wanted to remember her appearance forever.

Forever.

He really couldn’t bear to let go.

Couldn’t bear to leave her.

Couldn’t bear to depart from her like this.

It had been so hard for them to finally come together.

But, no matter how reluctant, he had to let go.

His life in exchange for hers.

It was worth it.

Only, the thought of her becoming alone again, from now on,

made his heart ache to the point where he couldn’t breathe.

He really wanted to just keep kissing her like this.

Forever and ever.

Until death do us part.

But, that was not possible...

Mo Zhixuan gathered energy into his lower abdomen, calling forth the Spirit Pill within him and directing it upwards.

Chu Jin felt her body growing hotter and hotter. The pain was gradually subsiding as if she was enveloped by a piece of thin, light feather.

By the time she realized what was happening, it was already too late.

She tried hard to open her eyes.

Mo Zhixuan, however, held her tightly in his embrace.

"Let me go..." Chu Jin pushed against Mo Zhixuan’s chest with her hand.

But he didn’t budge an inch, his solid chest like a city wall.

It was not until the red Spirit Pill had successfully traveled from his belly into her mouth that Mo Zhixuan finally released his hold.

"Jin," Mo Zhixuan looked up at Chu Jin, a faint arc forming at the corner of his mouth. He caressed her cheek and said, "...forget about me, and live a good life."

Those brief dozen or so words.

Drained all the strength from his body.

His face grew paler and paler, his hand slipping weakly from her cheek, leaving behind a faded smile at the corner of his mouth.

"Mo Zhixuan..." Chu Jin clutched his hand tightly, pressing it to her face as tears blurred her vision.

His body temperature began to drop drastically.

In just a few short seconds, it became as cold as ice.

Bone-chillingly cold.

"Mo Zhixuan!" Chu Jin hugged him tightly, her hoarse voice crying out those three words, her sobs nearing a wail.

How did it come to this?

She had never imagined that one day he would leave her in such a way.

Today was supposed to be their big, joyful day...

"Brother!" Mo Qingyi covered her mouth in disbelief, tears flooding her face, her shoulders trembling so much she nearly lost all her ability to fight.

Chu Tian seized the opportunity, gripping the Longsword in her hand, and thrust it straight into Mo Qingyi’s back.

Mo Qingyi turned around in disbelief, clutching her heart, her hands full of blood...

And the crazed Chu Tian took advantage of her unguarded state to pull out the Longsword and thrust it back into Mo Qingyi’s chest.

Mo Qingyi coughed up a mouthful of fresh blood.

She fell straight toward the ground.

"Qingyi!" Duanmu Zhe shouted, instantly kicking the Elder away and leaping over to catch Mo Qingyi.

Duanmu Zhe held Mo Qingyi tightly in his arms, his hot tears dropping one by one onto her face.

"Duanmu Xiaosi, men do not shed tears lightly; why are you crying?" Mo Qingyi whispered with a smile.

"I’m not crying," Duanmu Zhe struggled to pull out a weak smile, "I’m not."

"Duanmu Xiaosi," Mo Qingyi looked at his tear-streaked face, "Do you know? I actually really like you. I’ve always liked you, even when I went abroad for three years, I couldn’t forget you. Am I... am I pathetically hopeless?"

Duanmu Zhe couldn’t speak anymore, his whole body trembling, his tears falling uncontrollably. He was the truly hopeless one, knowing she was back but still not having the courage to confess his feelings.

"I’m sorry, it was all my fault before. I bullied you and even secretly tore up the love letters you gave to other classmates..." On reflection, Duanmu Zhe really was a good young man; all these years, not fighting back, not talking back, always cleaning up her messes...

Duanmu Zhe gripped her hand tightly, "The one who should say sorry is me, I let you down. That love letter was actually meant for you, but I never had the courage to give it to you by hand. Do you remember this rubber band?"

Duanmu Zhe took a rubber band from his wrist, "I secretly took this rubber band from your house, and I’ve worn it for six years, so, the person who has always liked you... it’s me..."

So it turns out that rubber band was hers.

So it turns out Duanmu Zhe also liked her.

In this world, nothing is better than having the one you like, like you back.

It’s just a pity.

She found out too late.

Mo Qingyi took the rubber band and a faint smile crossed her lips, then slowly closed her eyes, her hand holding the rubber band dropping powerlessly.

In an instant, Duanmu Zhe was overwhelmed with grief; his eyes filled with a near-despairing torrent of tears, he held Mo Qingyi’s body and wept bitterly.

Seeing this, Zhao Yiling narrowed her eyes slightly, her suppressed hatred for many years bursting forth; this bastard! Good that he’s dead! Good! Duanmu Zhe deserves to die too! They all should die! Zhao Yiling snatched the Longsword from Chu Tian and drove it directly into Duanmu Zhe’s back!

One stab, one stab! Blood quickly stained Duanmu Zhe’s clothes red.

Duanmu Zhe just collapsed onto Mo Qingyi, a trace of a smile spilling from the corner of his mouth.

How wonderful.

In life, they hadn’t been able to be together.

In death, they finally were.

Not meeting in life, yet in death sharing the same grave.

Tong Zhi, Zhou Xunian, Mo Qianjue, and others collapsed one after another.

Falling into pools of blood.

Even Han Zixiu fell from the midst of the sky.

Chu Jin put down Mo Zhixuan and slowly stood up, looking at everything around her, disconsolate and overcome with sorrow.

"Hahaha——"

A mournful laugh echoed through the air, chilling and heart-wrenching.

Drop by drop, tears of blood fell to the ground.

They were all dead.

Dead because of her.

Dead because of her, the one against the world.

What exactly had she done wrong?

Just then, Heavenly Dao seized the opportunity and struck again, another heavy blow.

"No!"

Miao Xinran threw herself forward.

Directly shielding her from the lethal strike.

"Xinran!" Chu Jin reached out and grabbed Miao Xinran’s wrist.

"Jin," Miao Xinran looked at her, her face covered with tears of blood, smiling, "In the next life, we must still be best friends."

As she finished speaking, Miao Xinran closed her eyes.

Chu Jin’s lips trembled violently; she couldn’t utter a word as a rush of blood surged to her throat and she vomited a sweet, metallic taste.

"Stop it! Stop all this! What exactly has she done wrong? How could you do this to her!" Xuanyuan Shangchen pointed his sword at the skies and roared in anger.

Talking about being an abomination against the world?

She had clearly done so many good deeds; how was that going against the heavens?

"You want to save her?" the voice of Heavenly Dao sounded.

"Yes!"

"If you take this lightning tribulation for her, I will let her go." At the end of his words, a terrifying bolt of lightning gathered in the sky.

Without a moment’s hesitation, Xuanyuan Shangchen agreed, "Alright!"

As soon as the words left his mouth, the bolt of lightning directly struck him down.

In an instant, Xuanyuan Shangchen’s body was torn and lacerated; no one knew the pain he was enduring.

He collapsed on the ground.

Xuanyuan Shangchen lay there, looking at Chu Jin, his eyes filled with no regrets.

For her.

It was worth it.

But what Xuanyuan Shangchen had never expected was that another thunderbolt gathered in the sky, and this time, the target was Chu Jin!

Heavenly Dao!

Heavenly Dao actually went back on its word!

Xuanyuan Shangchen tried to push Chu Jin aside, to take the tribulation himself, but he couldn’t muster any strength; the power of the tribulation was too great, and he was not far from death.

He couldn’t imagine.

What would happen if that bolt of lightning struck Chu Jin.

He could accept his eternal disappearance from this world but couldn’t bear the thought of her eternally vanishing from this world.

Just then, a youth rushed over frantically!

He pushed Chu Jin aside.

With his own body, he shielded Chu Jin from the lightning tribulation.

This was Chu Xiu.

Chu Jin reacted, forcefully pushing Chu Xiu to the side.

Just then, Zhao Yiling brandished a longsword and chopped directly towards them.

"Bang!"

Chu Xiu collapsed directly onto Chu Jin.

Blood.

It dyed red the wedding dress she was already wearing.

Damn it! Chu Xiu deserved to die!

Zhao Yiling laughed triumphantly; she enjoyed seeing Chu Jin’s look of despair, she wanted to crush Chu Jin beneath her feet, she wanted Chu Jin to neither live in peace nor die in rest!

Zhao Yiling pulled the longsword from Chu Xiu’s body and stabbed it straight toward Chu Jin’s chest!

With a surge of killing intent.

Her hatred was overwhelming.

In this moment, Zhao Yiling’s face showed nothing but hate and triumph.

Chu Jin held Chu Xiu, her eyes filled with nothing but despair.

"Master!" Suddenly, a tiger’s roar burst through the air.

Little White transformed into the White Tiger, leaping fiercely over, directly kicking away the sword in Zhao Yiling’s hand, and with a huge burst of light, Zhao Yiling staggered several steps backward, unsteady on her feet.

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