jdhmnovel Chapter 324 No More Regrets (The Finale)
Chapter 324 No More Regrets (The Finale)
Ten years later.
Tianji Pavilion.
In the sect leader's courtyard, Qin Muyang lay on the bed, looking at the ceiling and listening to the jingling sound of a string of copper coins jingling by the door.
The room was completely silent. The walls and the piles of books on the desk were covered with densely packed numbers.
The date of the heart ailment, the results of the divination, and countless tips for refining weapons were all written in black ink, filling the blank spaces.
Only a conspicuous wooden puppet on the desk faintly exudes an aura of chaos.
"Hahaha!"
Qin Muyang laughed somewhat maniacally, but as he laughed, tears streamed down his face.
He is the head of the Treasure Pavilion, the leader of the Heavenly Mystery Pavilion, and the master of the Black Market. His status is enviable, and his wealth can buy everything in the cultivation world.
However, Qin Muyang was seen as an oddball by outsiders. He spent most of his time every day recording and calculating, constantly divining and predicting the onset of his heart ailment.
No medical practitioner could cure his heart ailment, and no one understood his loneliness.
He was misunderstood by others, but all he wanted to do was find out the source of his heart ailment.
Although the heart ailment did not cause him any real pain, it prevented him from letting go of it.
Finally, ten years have passed. He finally understands where his heart ailment came from.
Qin Muyang got up, picked up the wooden puppet on the table, and left the room step by step, heading towards the black market.
The cold wind blew across his face, but it couldn't calm him down.
Qin Muyang held out his hand, and in his palm was a brand new copper coin. He tossed it high into the air, and with a crisp "clink," it was like a smooth pebble thrown into a calm lake, instantly breaking the surrounding tranquility.
The copper coin is facing up.
Today is the day his heart condition flares up.
Just then, a cold wind blew by.
Qin Muyang gently raised his hand, but touched nothing.
"Could you wait a moment?" Qin Muyang's voice carried a hint of pleading, a voice no one else had ever heard before.
The cold wind slowed down, but it didn't stop.
"I know it's you. Although I don't know your name, I know you are very important to me, more important than my life," Qin Muyang shouted, trying his best to express his true feelings.
"I don't mean to stop you from leaving. I just want to say that I will become stronger, I will catch up with you, and one day, we will meet again."
"So, don't forget me, okay?" Qin Muyang said, his voice filled with sorrow and pain, as if his heart was being torn apart.
The cold wind lingered for a moment before abruptly departing.
Qin Muyang lowered his head and revealed a faint smile.
He knew that was His answer.
He will grow stronger, becoming an all-knowing being. That will be the time when he meets Him again.
Qin Muyang gripped the copper coin in his hand tightly. He had always known that those repeated heartaches were not illnesses; his heart was simply beating rapidly for His appearance.
Even though his heart had beaten for Him a thousand times, when he met Him again, Qin Muyang's heart still fluttered for Him.
My heart ripples a thousand times because of you; I vow to overcome all obstacles and meet you again.
……
Wangchuan Cliff.
That night.
The full moon, like a dazzling pearl, is firmly set in the sky. Perfect and flawless, it radiates a bright light, illuminating the dark night sky.
Xie Wanxun lay on the edge of the cliff, with the Luo Ze sword standing beside her, most of its blade buried in the ground.
"Luo Ze, why did you choose me as your master back then? I was just a Foundation Establishment cultivator at the time, and you decided to form a contract with me. It's really strange." Xie Wanxun frowned, several deep lines appeared on his forehead, and his eyes were full of confusion and bewilderment.
Luo Zejian remained silent.
"Luo Ze, as a tenth-grade sword, you are the only one of its kind in the entire cultivation world. You should choose a stronger master. Is there anything about me that attracts you?" Xie Wanxun tilted her head, her eyes full of confusion, unconsciously fiddling with the hem of her clothes, her voice carrying a hint of uncertainty.
Luo Zejian remained silent.
"Luo Ze, are you itching for a beating?" Xie Wanxun's voice turned cold and threatening.
Luo Zejian said, "Master, you've asked me this many times already. A sword spirit chooses its master entirely based on fate. I see that you have good talent and satisfy me, so I chose you as my master. There's no need for so many questions."
"I do not believe."
Luo Zejian remained silent.
Since it was created by Yu Song, the patriarch of swordsmanship, ten thousand years ago, it has never encountered such a troublesome situation.
It chooses its master entirely based on its own whims; whoever pleases it is the one it chooses. It's just a sword spirit; it doesn't have so many ulterior motives.
However, its ideal master is someone gentle, considerate, warm, and generous. Unlike its current master, who only knows how to threaten it and doesn't even clean its blade. Feeling the texture of the surrounding dirt, the sword shook disdainfully dozens of times. It wanted to return to its scabbard; it didn't want to freeze here.
"Don't bother me," Xie Wanxun said irritably, and Luo Zejian finally stopped shaking.
Xie Wanxun fell into thought. She felt as if she had forgotten someone, but she couldn't remember.
That person left a deep impression on her, and she had a very good relationship with him.
However, it seemed that the person's traces had been deliberately erased, and Xie Wanxun couldn't remember anything at all.
"Why can't I remember you? Do you hate me so much that you've never even appeared in my dreams?" Xie Wanxun sighed helplessly, her eyes filled with deep confusion.
"No, I can't be so dejected." Xie Wanxun stood up and said to Luo Zejian, "Wait for me, don't move from here."
"Oh."
Xie Wanxun walked step by step toward the edge of the cliff, and Luo Zejian panicked: "Master, don't do anything foolish."
As it spoke, it tried to pull itself out of the soil.
"Luo Ze, I command you, do not move!" Xie Wanxun's voice was deep yet extremely penetrating, carrying an unquestionable tone.
Luo Ze Sword was so frightened that it could not move, and could only watch helplessly as Xie Wanxun resolutely took that step.
"Why go to your death again?" Luo Zejian sighed helplessly. It didn't understand why its master would try again and again, at any cost, for a conjecture, for a person who didn't exist.
In the instant of her fall, everything around her seemed to freeze. Xie Wanxun could clearly see the exposed rocks on the cliff face, their rough textures and mottled marks magnified infinitely before her eyes. Her body plummeted rapidly, her clothes fluttering in the wind. She gazed at the ever-shrinking full moon above her, yet felt no fear whatsoever.
She tried, and only when she was closest to death could that person possibly help her.
Just as she was about to fall to the bottom of the cliff, a wing suddenly spread open, and Xie Wanxun suddenly flew upwards.
Her face was a little pale. She hadn't activated the Phoenix Power at all, so why could she still ride the wind?
So, you're still here.
Xie Wanxun looked at the full moon in the sky, and a sense of joy welled up in her heart.
She knew that person was still alive, and as long as he existed, she would search for him.
Back at Wangchuan Cliff, Xie Wanxun drew the Luoze Sword.
She took a deep breath, her gaze resolute, and without hesitation, pressed the blade against her left palm and made a slight cut. Blood gushed out instantly, dripping crimson blood onto the ground, staining it a dark patch.
Xie Wanxun frowned slightly, but did not utter a sound of pain. He raised his bleeding hand and said in a firm and loud voice, "Today, I, Xie Wanxun, swear here that even if it takes my whole life, I will find you. If I break this oath, may I, like this blood, vanish into the world!"
The full moon hung high in the sky, witnessing a firm vow.
Phoenix fire burned in Xie Wanxun's palm, healing her wounds.
She turned and left, glancing back at the full moon. Her eyes sparkled in the cool moonlight, and a single white hair appeared in her flowing hair.
She absolutely, positively must find that person!
Tracing back to where we once walked hand in hand, only cold mist remains swirling around the steps.
……
Another early spring.
A gentle breeze stirs, and peach blossoms flutter down from the branches like snowflakes, dancing in the air. Each blossom carries its own unique fragrance, intertwining and spreading in the air, a sweet aroma lingering on the nose, intoxicating the senses.
The ground beneath my feet was gradually covered by layers upon layers of petals, like a soft pink velvet carpet. As the petals fell, they made a soft rustling sound, which mingled with the birdsong coming from afar.
People gathered in twos and threes in the peach grove. Families chatted happily under the trees, couples laughed and talked with slightly flushed cheeks, and children ran around playing and frolicking in the peach grove.
Springtime is truly beautiful.
Xie Wanning sighed as she walked through the peach grove, avoiding the bustling crowds, even though they wouldn't notice her presence.
Xie Wanning preferred finding a quiet spot under a peach tree to the bustling crowds. She picked up a peach blossom, smelled its sweet fragrance, and with a wave of her hand, the fallen petal returned to the peach branch, blooming anew.
"Mother, where are you?" A childish voice, trembling with tears, appeared in Xie Wan Ning's ears as a small figure wandered through the peach grove.
Xie Wan Ning stared intently, her mouth slightly agape, a hint of surprise in her eyes.
She recognized the girl; it was An'an.
Seeing the girl's red, tear-filled eyes, Xie Wanning gently waved her hand, and a peach blossom flew to An'an's side like a butterfly, circling around her.
The warm spiritual energy soothed the girl's heart. As An'an looked at the peach blossoms in front of her, her unease gradually dissipated.
She looked at the vibrant peach blossoms and couldn't help but laugh out loud. She followed the peach blossoms and walked through the peach grove.
Xie Wanning knew that the peach blossom would lead An'an to her mother, and An'an would return to her mother's embrace.
Xie Wanning smiled, but there was a hint of regret in her eyes.
She also wanted to return to her mother's embrace.
"It's alright, someone has already taken care of living well for me."
Xie Wanning sat in the peach grove, a breeze blowing past her.
The early spring wind still carries a hint of chill.
But, luckily.
There are no more regrets in this world.
……
Completed
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