Chapter 78 A farewell kiss
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The valleys shook, dark clouds gathered, and heavy rain poured down noisily.
The Queen Mother of the West, her hair disheveled, shouted angrily at the sky, and ʜᴇʀ ʙᴏᴅʏ ʙᴜʀꜱᴛ ᴏᴘᴇɴ ꜰʀᴏᴍ ʜᴇʀ ᴄʜᴇꜱᴛ.
The downfall of the ancient deity caused sorrow in the heavens and earth, and the plants and trees withered.
A sudden flash of lightning made everyone in the rain turn pale. The disciples of Outer Peaks got completely wet. They felt small and realized that achieving Foundation Establishment was a faraway goal, yet today they witnessed the battle of the gods with their own eyes.
The disciples’ minds went blank. After the initial shock and panic, they felt deeply confused, especially after the Queen Mother of the West’s death. Their throats became tight, and they stared fixedly at the center of the arena.
Pei Jing stood up, holding his sword. Rain wet his black hair, sliding down his pale and almost see-through cheeks. He clenched his teeth and looked at Chu Junyu.
Chu Junyu didn’t look at him. His black robe fluttered in the wind and rain as he focused his gaze on the freezing figure of the Queen Mother of the West.
Before the Queen Mother of the West’s divine soul completely faded away, she inserted her fingers into the stone ground, raised her head, spat out blood, and her face contorted. She spoke brokenly, “Kill me, but how long could you survive? You’re a rebellious presence against the rules, a change in this world. Destined to be erased. Hahaha, destined to be erased.”
Chu Junyu smirked, his lips curling in a mocking smile. “Rules? I wanted to see if the Heavenly Dao would destroy me first or if I would destroy the Heavenly Dao.”
The Queen Mother of the West remained stunned for a long time, unable to speak anymore.
The deity fell.
Starting from the ends of her hair, her body transformed into a gentle breeze, into specks of light, into tiny particles within the universe.
The overwhelming feelings of humiliation and anger eventually became meaningless in the end. Her body felt lighter, and her divine soul faded away.
The wind of creation intimately embraced her, accompanying her in destruction.
A shade of blue, reminiscent of the spring in the Western Kunlun Mountains.
The spring of the Western Kunlun Mountains…
The wicked and ferocious gaze of the Queen Mother of the West gradually froze, and her expression became increasingly rigid. She felt an urgent sense of waking from a deep dream. The rain washed away the bloodstains on her clothes, and her wounds healed. Her entire being slowly floated in the air.
Her flowing long hair scattered, and her embroidered dress fluttered with silver threads, displaying elegance and grandeur. In her final glance, her eyebrows were like dark ink, her lips touched with vermilion, radiating unmatched beauty, reminiscent of a graceful goddess depicted in a mural of the Kunlun Mountains.
Memories slipped away like water, just before fading into oblivion. She seemed to sense something and turned back—locking eyes with those unchanged azure orbs.
Qingying also looked at her, tears slowly welling up in her eyes. In the end, she turned away, tears falling onto the wings of Crimson Iris, unable to speak.
The Queen Mother of the West seemed to smile briefly, carrying her familiar arrogance and pride from years past, but her eyes betrayed a sense of desolation. The pouring rain fell upon the ground, creating white foam, eventually weaving into a mist. In her final moments, it was as if she saw the Western Kunlun Mountains.
Amidst the rain-soaked mountains, the morning clouds drifted ethereally. Her dress brushed against the damp moss, and someone held an incense burner, speaking with a smile, “This place is Peng Mountain. If Young Master wishes to reach the Western Kunlun Mountains, there are still two more mountain peaks to navigate.”
They came from the past, from a secluded world.
However, this time, she was the one leading the way. But the path to Peng Mountain was long, and there was no turning back…
The Queen Mother of the West had finally perished.
Ji Wuyou, behind Pei Jing, propped himself up with his hands on the ground, struggling to stand. His face had turned pale upon awakening from unconsciousness, and now blood stained his body, making him appear fragile and disheveled, as if he could faint at any moment. He opened his mouth, his voice barely audible as he called out, “Senior Brother Pei.”
But Pei Jing had no time to pay attention to him at the moment.
After finishing with the matters concerning the Queen Mother of the West, Chu Junyu remembered that it was time to settle accounts with him.
He turned around, his silver hair chillingly cold like snow, and his blood-red eyes fell upon Pei Jing and Ji Wuyou. The layer of detachment in his gaze was shattered by anger.
He laughed in anger. “Pei Yuzhi, you really surprised me!”
Pei Jing hurriedly explained to him, “No, I had planned to accept him as my disciple after this grand competition, but that’s not the surprise I mentioned.”
The mere mention of accepting a disciple completely enraged Chu Junyu. He chuckled briefly, his eyes icy cold, and suddenly made a move. Ji Wuyou felt a devastating surge of energy sweeping towards him. His body involuntarily moved forward, feet leaving the ground, while Chu Junyu firmly gripped his neck. Ji Wuyou struggled in vain, his gaze meeting those deep, chilling blood-red eyes, like ancient trees reflected in a dried-up well. Overwhelming fear surged through his scalp, and Ji Wuyou opened his mouth, his face turning purple.
Pei Jing’s eyes widened, growing anxious. “No, it’s not related to Ji Wuyou. You can’t kill him, the world will be doomed if you do.”
Chu Junyu’s expression turned icy. “The world has nothing to do with me.”
Pei Jing grew increasingly frantic. “You will die too! I will die too! Everyone in the world will die.”
Chu Junyu laughed softly, repeating his words in a low voice, “Everyone in the world will die, I will die, and you will die…”
Finally, a flash of malice and disgust flickered in his eyes. He released his grip, throwing Ji Wuyou directly onto the ground!
“Ugh…” Ji Wuyou returned from the brink of suffocation and collapsed on the ground, in agonizing pain and retching.
Pei Jing breathed a sigh of relief, but suddenly heard the sound of insects swarming like an avalanche from outside of Xuanyun Peak.
The world was in chaos, with heavy rain pouring down. Faint daylight revealed a dark cloud looming in the distance.
A swarm of densely packed black butterflies approached.
The disciples of Outer Peaks looked up with their mouths agape, watching as those gorgeously adorned butterflies, exuding a hint of bloodiness, flew towards Chu Junyu. Around him, at his feet—eventually, the butterflies turned into powder, giving rise to a jet-black giant dragon, fierce and menacing, its scales icy-cold! Stirring up the winds and clouds of the world!
Chu Junyu stood atop the dragon, his three thousand silver hairs fluttering, untouched by the rain.
Clad in black with red eyes, resembling an ancient God of Slaughter!
Pei Jing’s eyes suddenly widened, panic surging within his heart. Chu Junyu was about to leave.
Since his rebirth, Chu Junyu had never been as enraged as he was now. After his anger subsided, he became calm. Pei Jing accepting Ji Wuyou as his disciple was something he had anticipated, but witnessing Pei Jing risking his life to save Ji Wuyou still infuriated him.
In Chu Junyu’s heart, a coldness permeated his gaze as he said, “Is Ji Wuyou so important to you? Is he worth sacrificing your life?”
Pei Jing also calmed down and explained, “The one I risked my life to protect is not him, but the world, the people.”
Chu Junyu smiled sardonically and said, “I’m afraid that in the end, you’ll protect the world while he destroys it.”
The dragon roared, seemingly preparing to depart. Chu Junyu’s smile suddenly vanished, his voice turning icy cold, “Pei Yuzhi, when we meet next time, if I intend to kill Ji Wuyou, will you stop me or not?”
Rain poured heavily. Pei Jing listened to his words, but another concern troubled his mind, causing him to panic, “Are you leaving?”
Chu Junyu frowned, and his anger dissipated slightly as he sneered, “But when that time truly comes, even if you try to stop me, you won’t be able to.”
With a flick of his sleeve, his silver hair and blood-red eyes resembling a demon, Chu Junyu spoke coldly, “If you want to accept him as your disciple, fine. I hope Yunxiao Sect Master will cultivate him well. I’ll be waiting for him to transcend the divine, ascend the Heavenly Ladders. I’ll be waiting for him to take me to meet the Heavenly Dao!”
Pei Jing gritted his teeth and gave him a deep look. “And what about me?”
Chu Junyu paused in mid-air, his gaze deep as an abyss, fixed upon him.
Pei Jing took a step forward. “You might as well wait for me instead. The first person you’ll meet will still be me!”
Suddenly, Tianqian Peak emitted a mournful, resounding cry that shook the mountains.
Pei Jing swiftly turned around and looked toward the heart of Yunxiao.
Among the crowd, it was Chen Xu who realized first, exclaiming in astonishment, “It’s the Purple Jade Bead!”
With the fall of the Queen Mother of the West and the subsequent Rain of Punishment from the heavens, the Yunxiao formation was being disrupted by the forces of nature. The resonating cry of the Purple Jade Bead indicated that something had gone wrong, requiring Pei Jing to return to Tianqian Peak!
The purple sword intent lingered, refusing to disperse, while the ground began to tremble.
From a high vantage point, Chu Junyu coldly observed everything unfolding before him.
Pei Jing stood motionless on the platform.
The disciples of Outer Peaks, thrown off balance by the turbulence, stumbled and fell to the ground, groaning and moaning in pain.
Chen Xu, unaware of what had transpired between Chu Junyu and Pei Yuzhi, anxiously gazed towards Tianqian Peak. The purple aura there was in turmoil, and the atmosphere was filled with an eerie sense of unpredictability.
Chen Xu roared, “Pei Yuzhi! Go back! Return to Tianqian Peak!”
The wind tore and howled, whipping through their flowing hair.
Pei Jing closed his eyes briefly, then reopened them, shining with a sharp and clear light.
The movement of the dragon beneath Chu Junyu’s feet stiffened as it prepared to depart. Tianyan City was on the brink of drastic changes and bloodshed.
Determined to leave, Chu Junyu glanced towards Tianqian Peak and casually said, “If you don’t return soon, the Purple Jade Bead may shatter.”
After a prolonged silence, Pei Jing suddenly gritted his teeth.
The young man in the snow-white attire leaped into the air and landed on the back of the black dragon.
The disciples of Outer Peaks lay on the ground, stunned, as they witnessed this scene. The world grew dim and murky, with only the vivid contrast of the snowy and black figures high above.
Since he was going to leave, there was no need to hide anything anymore! With the Cloud Slayer Sword wedged between the dragon’s horn, Pei Jing reached out, grabbed Chu Junyu’s collar, and boldly pressed his lips against his in a wild and domineering manner.
This farewell kiss summoned up the majority of his courage.
Anger, grievances, unwillingness, and even a determination to risk everything.
Not content with just a bite, he extended his tongue, knocking against Chu Junyu’s teeth, intending to reveal all the seven emotions and six desires that had tormented him in his contemplation, along with the lingering attachments of their shared moments.
Pei Jing’s black hair cascaded around him, his snow-white robe fluttering like a great white bird.
Chu Junyu froze, and after a long silence, he lowered his head to look at Pei Jing.
The young man’s eyes filled with mist as he glared fiercely, his expression resolute, and the tips of his ears turning crimson.
It seemed he was so shy that he could only pretend to be fierce.
Succumbing to a momentary madness, Chu Junyu opened his mouth.
With his arm wrapped around Chu Junyu’s neck, Pei Jing used this opportunity to ɪɴᴛᴇʀᴛᴡɪɴᴇ ᴛʜᴇɪʀ ᴛᴏɴɢᴜᴇs, ᴛʜᴇɪʀ ʙʀᴇᴀᴛʜ ʙᴇᴛᴡᴇᴇɴ ᴛʜᴇɪʀ ʟɪᴘꜱ ᴀɴᴅ ᴛᴇᴇᴛʜ fresh and cool like the first snow on green grass.
Beneath their feet was a sinister and pitch-black dragon, while the endless rain fell from the sky. The light of the Purple Jade Bead shone brightly atop the 108 peaks of Yunxiao. All the members of Outer Peaks had become rigid as statues, witnessing the two figures embracing and kissing in the sky.
Just as Pei Jing was about to be overwhelmed by confusion and infatuation, he suddenly snapped back to reality. He stepped back, gripping the Cloud Slayer Sword tightly in his hand.
Though his eyes were still misty and his face flushed, his voice remained unusually calm as he said, “It’s not a surprise. It’s just the second thing I wanted to tell you.”
Chu Junyu still had the lingering sensation of the young man’s cool lips in his mind, and his gaze focused solely on his ears.
Pei Jing dared not meet his eyes, gritting his teeth and shouting loudly.
“This surprise is that I like you! I like you! I want to be with you as my Dao companion for a lifetime! I want you to be the Yunxiao Sect Master’s Madam! I like you! Do you understand now?”
Without looking at Chu Junyu’s expression, he finally leaped down from the black dragon, his white robe billowing, radiating elegance and grace like the epitome of integrity and the moon’s brilliance.
On his way to Tianqian Peak, Pei Jing cast a final glance back, his misty eyes clearing, his gaze sharp as a sword emerging from the abyss, and his voice cold yet resolute.
“Chu Junyu, wait for me in Tianyan City!”
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