Chapter 300: [Sisheng Peak] The Emperor's Heart Is Like My Heart

The thunder and lightning came in through the open door of the hall, cutting off Shi Mei's face.

In the glaring light, only the eyes were dark.

It seemed that even the God of Fire couldn't light them up again.

Chu Wanning's expression changed, but he did not ask. No matter what Shi Mei said, it was hard to fathom his intentions, but even so, the light on his hands couldn't help but dim down.

This mistake was caught by Shi Mei.

He grasped it like grabbing flowing grass in a hurricane and said to Chu Wanning, "Shizun, you don't really think that Mo Ran is completely dead, do you?"

"Do you really think that…Taxian-Jun is just an empty skeleton?"

Pausing, he continued. "Shizun, you might as well think about it. How could there be a corpse in this world that could think and act so stubbornly… Who could do it? What can be done? Even Zhenlong chess is not up to this."

"…"

"You know what?" Shi Mei stared into Chu Wanning's eyes, and slowly revealed the secret he was hiding, "Inside Taxian-Jun's body, there is still one piece of consciousness that has yet to dissipate."

Before he said that, Chu Wanning's eyes were empty, as if he was a dead body walking. After saying this, Shi Mei could clearly see the waves in his phoenix eyes. He let out a sigh of relief, but he still didn't dare to be careless.

"Shizun also knows that my spirit core is weak. I can't cast any very powerful spells on my own. So I can't control the chess game. However, the Medical Sect has their own methods."

When Shi Mei said this, it was as if he was looking at the corpse of Taxian-Jun after he had committed suicide by taking poison. Lying in the grave of Heaven-Piercing Tower...

At that time, he didn't know what went wrong, but his mind went blank. How could his sharp blade, his Hundred War holy weapon, die?

Mo Ran's conscience should have long been devoured by the Eight-Sufferings-Long-Hatred Flower'! What could torture his heart so much that he could kill himself?

"In the previous life, the top ten sects were attacking Sisheng Peak together. After seeing Mo Ran's corpse, those people were planning to dismember his body into five pieces. However, I tried my best to persuade them in the crowd as a master of the Medical Sect. At last we were able to preserve that body."

Every word he said, he was staring intently at Chu Wanning.

"I couldn't lose his power. So I managed to turn him into a walking dead man. Although his abilities wouldn't be as good as when he was alive, he could at least make do with it for the time being… But you know, maybe it's because he was still missing someone before he died, so there's a little bit of obsession in his heart that's too strong for me to clear his soul clean."

"No matter what method I used to force the soul, that strand of soul will not dissipate. That strand…" His words were clear. "Supported him as he walked confused towards the soul of Heaven-Piercing Tower."

"— Clinging to your soul."

Stopping in his tracks, Shi Mei stood at the center of the hall.

At this moment, he could already see the other's ashen face, tightly pursed lips, and the meridians popping out from the back of his hand.

He saw the pain and hesitation in Chu Wanning's heart, so he was completely relieved. Slowly, he regained his composure, "That wisp of soul did not reincarnate, and it was still lingering around Taxian-Jun's corpse. That's why it was so stubborn towards you after it was revived. As for Mo-zongshi… You should also feel that he wasn't as attentive to you when he was reborn. His feelings for you were born again later."

As Shi Mei narrated the truth of the matter, his expression kept changing.

"Taxian-Jun has the most stubborn love he has for you in his previous life."

He noticed that Chu Wanning's fingertips were trembling, so he licked his lips and took another step forward like a slippery snake.

"Shizun, look. Right now, I only need the last thirty people. 30 people would be enough to exchange for his life. Are you willing?"

Outside, the wind was howling and the demons were dancing wildly.

He waited for Chu Wanning's reply, thinking, what a good deal this is!

The man in front of him looked cold and otherworldly, but in reality, both of his lives had been ruined by the deep love in his heart.

He was sure he would.

After a while, Chu Wanning lowered his eyes. No one could see his expression clearly, "… You said that there is a strand of soul within his body."

"Yes."

"If you're given the last thirty people and let him finish paving your way home, are you just going to let him go?"

"Yes."

"…" Chu Wanning did not answer immediately, but mumbled, "That's why, when I saw him, much of what he said came from his heart."

With a weak point, it was very easy to convince someone, even if it was the Immortal Elder Beidou.

Shi Mei's victory was already in his hands, so he relaxed even more and said: "Yes, it's all from his heart. Although he was not the original complete Mo Ran, at least he still has his soul. At least he still has his consciousness."

"Shizun, please listen to me once." He advised gently, "Don't do it. You, me, and him will all be much better off."

Chu Wanning still did not look up. He sighed, "… Shi Mingjing."

"Hmm?"

"Do you still remember what your last wish was when you entered the Sect?"

He was somewhat at a loss at being asked like this, but after thinking for a bit, he still replied: "I was forward to your pity. I needed a home."

After he finished speaking, he had an ominous feeling as he added, "However, back then, I really wanted to treat Shizun as my family. I'm not talking about the return of the butterfly demon sect…"

Chu Wanning did not deny it and asked again, "Then do you know what was his wish was when Mo Ran first became my disciple?"

"… What is it?"

Chu Wanning finally raised his head and looked at Shi Mei. His eyes gradually became colder, and the depth of the silence in his eyes was even deeper than before.

"He said he wanted to have a holy weapon like Tianwen. This way, more lives could be saved."

The man spoke plainly and simply, as if he were speaking from home, explaining the wishes of his lover. Before Shi Mei could even react, he saw a golden light burst out from the hall and a strong wave of spirit energy cut through the air, preventing others from getting close to it!

Shi Mei snapped out of his daze and shouted:

"Chu Wanning!"

A sharp, twisted scream broke through the roof tiles.

"Chu Wanning! Are you crazy?! You're crazy!"

Shi Mei was both furious and desperate. Under the blinding light, he tried his best to force his way towards the man in white in the middle. Beside him, Mu Yanli was helping him, supporting him, and trying to persuade him.

But what good was that?

'Crack!' "Collect… the coffin!"

"Don't —! Stop! Stop right there!" Hearing the voice of Chu Wanning in the metal wind, Shi Mei became even crazier. His eyes were wide open as he angrily shouted, choked with emotions, and cursed at everything in the world.

However, as the golden light rose and went, its dazzling brilliance pierced the pupils of his eyes, causing mottled specks of light to flicker. It was over.

The strong wind stopped.

Dead silence.

The pale-faced Chu Wanning stood on his knees, the haggard Shi Mingjing was on his knees.

His spiritual energy slowly faded.

After a while, they all heard a dull rumbling sound coming from the direction of the mountain in the distance — that should be the sound of Taxian-Jun's corpse turning into dust.

Shi Mei stared at Chu Wanning, the intense emotions on his face disappeared after the battle. His hatred and anger were all broken, revealing a trace of fear.

He didn't know what he was afraid of. Fear that he would be able to kill Mo Ran with his own hands? Fear of the future? Terrifying… What was there to fear?

It seemed to be the end of the world.

Shi Mei finally murmured: "… Dead? He… Dead?"

"Chu Wanning, you killed him… He once stood in front of you in the Red Lotus Pavilion, begging me to do something to him, not to you. Yet, you still killed him mercilessly… Yet, you are so heartless…"

Terrifying to the point that it became a wild laughter in the end. Although he didn't have any intention to laugh, he just raised his head and laughed loudly. Mu Yanli, who was beside him, cried, and kept on persuading him, "A-Nan… Enough… That's enough…"

Shi Mei just laughed. Tears fell down his face, and the golden tears fell onto the ground.

"He's dead. Taxian-Jun had died… Good, it's over. Chu Wanning, you can't afford to lose, you're heartless, you can't afford to play."

Chu Wanning stood at his original position with no expression on his face.

He was like a corpse. He was a corpse.

"Shizun, I've underestimated you."

Shi Mei's voice trembled.

"You are much more ruthless than I thought."

Chu Wanning remained motionless, as if he had lost the last of his heat.

He had thought that Mo Ran had already died, but a moment ago, he also knew that there was still a strand of a soul in this world with a body, and there was also a fragment of Mo Weiyu.

But he also crushed the fragment to dust.

Yes, he was heartless, and he could not refute it.

That youth, that youth, that man, that lover who would laugh and be annoyed, or be whole or broken. The only person in this world who didn't fear him, respected him, and tolerated his lover, the one who used his own flesh and blood to protect him from disaster.

The one who had replaced him, the one who had been devoured by the Eight-Sufferings-Long-Hatred Flower, the one who had replaced him, the one who had become the Lord of Darkness.

At the age of sixteen, he had paid the only price to protect his fool.

He'll never come back.

"When it rains, I want to save more earthworms."

"Shizun, it's Pear Blossom Bai, please drink this."

"The welcome gift I gave you is really ugly… It's ugly, ugly, ugly."

"Wanning. I missed you."

He had once smilingly learned to write, there are tens of thousands of houses, sheltering everybody, the world is full of joy, and the wind and rain are as peaceful as a mountain.

"Do not hold a grudge if you want to repay a debt of gratitude."

But in the mountains of corpses and the sea of blood, he had been floating for two lifetimes.

Don't hold a grudge. Don't hold a grudge.

"I don't have any ambitions. After learning the spells, I'll be able to save more people when they run into some problems…"

That was what he had said to Chu Wanning when he was still young and was still conscious.

At that time, he had hoped with all his heart that more people would live.

Before he fell to Taxian-Jun, he had worked so hard and with so much perseverance to love every single one of his beautiful lives. He was even willing to give up his soul to thank and protect everyone who treated him well.

"Although I am very stupid, I will study my hardest. If I do my best, Shizun won't blame me for being stupid, haha."

In his memory, the youth scratched his head while laughing to show Chu Wanning his soft spot. At that time, his radiant dimples seemed to be brimming with white pear blossom wine, intoxicating him for life.27

Chu Wanning closed his eyes.

His hand finally began to tremble.

In the midst of the blur and dizziness, there seemed to be a cool breeze blowing across his face, kissing his moist eyelashes. It was as if he had heard Taxian-Jun's voice, which was both slow and gentle. The voice caressed his ears and sighed softly at his temples:

Fame, wish, blood, flesh and blood, heart, soul, corpse, and ashes.

I'm sorry, I only have so much.

I did my best.

Wanning, you have to do it yourself.

He suddenly opened his eyes and raised his head. His phoenix eyes were filled with mist, and in this void, he seemed to have really seen the spirit of Taxian-Jun's soul floating before his eyes. His expression was gentle and handsome, and his smile was filled with happiness and sadness.

"Mo… Ran…"

The soul, which should have been as pure as a cold plum, glowed with radiance. He leaned over and embraced him, kissed him, slipped through his outstretched hand, and finally scattered in his bosom like an epiphyllum flower.

"This is bad!"

Suddenly, the Tianyin Pavilion rushed in as they shouted in panic, "Not good!"

Mu Yanli was the only one in the room who could still be considered calm. She turned her head with tears in her eyes and said in a stern voice, "I know that something happened to Taxian-Jun. Don't —"

"What?" The disciple was stunned, then stamped his foot and said, "Not Taxian-Jun! It was at the foot of the mountain! All the sects in the world of cultivation have attacked us together!"