Xue Meng of the previous life stood there amidst the strong wind and rain, his voice hoarse and fierce. He opened his mouth, closed it again and again, and his Adam's apple rolled several times. When he opened his mouth, he said, "Disciple Xue Meng greets Shizun."
Simple words, no one could complain for more than ten years.
After saying this sentence, Xue Meng felt all sorts of emotions surge through his throat. It was so painful that he could not speak, and he could no longer say a second sentence.
Behind him, Mei Hanxue said, "Ziming, focus."
The appearances of the two brothers from the Mei Family from the previous life didn't change. However, each of them had a trace of steadiness in their brows and their Spiritual Energy had far surpassed that of the previous time.
"I know that your emotions are in turmoil, but you can't let your spiritual flow be in turmoil with you. I just saw the youth you who has come into this world. If you lose this fight again, you will lose all your face in front of yourself. Hurry and come back to reality."
"…"
Xue Meng was no longer that reckless and ignorant youth from before. He knew Mei Hanxue was right, so even though he was reluctant to part with him, he took a deep breath and shifted his gaze away from Chu Wanning and back to Taxian-Jun.
"Who are you people?" Taxian-Jun, who was standing in the middle of the nexus, narrowed his eyes dangerously. "You want to court death?"
Mei Hanxue was startled. "What's going on? He doesn't seem to recognize us."
Chu Wanning took a deep breath and said, "He has completely lost consciousness. He will recognize no one now."
Xue Meng, "…"
If it was said that he had just seen Chu Wanning, he was already agitated. Then, at this moment, he heard that familiar voice again, the voice that could only be heard in his dreams later on. Xue Meng could no longer hold back his tears, and they slowly filled his eyes.
How many years had passed?
He didn't dare look back at those years. He was afraid that if he tried to remember, tears would fall down his face.
In fact, time passed by very quickly for him. He still remembered the first year of Chu Wanning's captivity, when it was uncertain if he was alive or dead. At that time, he was running all over the place by himself to beg for help. However, perhaps it was because he was too arrogant in the past, but no one paid any attention to him.
Later on, he had finally gathered his troops. He wanted to rescue the people in the Devil's Lair as soon as possible, but they felt that he was too impulsive and selfish, so they mocked and ridiculed him. At that time, Mei Hanxue was deployed and was not at the front line. He was on his own and could only go up the mountain on his own.
But what was waiting for him on the mountain? It was the place where things changed when they died. It was the dying Emperor Taxian-Jun. And there was also the corpse of Chu Wanning, who had been gradually annihilated along with the death of Taxian-Jun, by the side of the cold pond in the Red Lotus Pavilion.
Almost ten years.
The man he had waited ten years for became a corpse. The body crumbled to ashes in front of him.
The pillar supporting him had disappeared, and all he could do was cry like a helpless child on his knees amidst the swirling ashes.
He was too late, he didn't even touch the corner of his Shizun's sleeve.
He could no longer hear Chu Wanning call out to him, "Xue Meng."
After that, things became even more frightening.
Taxian-Jun had returned from the dead, and Shi Mingjing had revealed his green fangs. They had started a massacre, and the human world had been reduced to a ghost realm. To Xue Meng, the deaths of his old friends had transformed him. When he was young, he had buried a jug of Du Kang wine under the laurel tree, but when he dug it up again, who would drink with him?
Therefore, Xue Meng didn't know how much effort he had put in to take away the first glance from Chu Wanning ten years later.
"This time, I didn't come too late. Shizun, I'll come help you."
At this time, Xue Meng from the mortal world also arrived together with the other two Mei brothers. Although they knew that they might meet some unimaginable people after the Life and Death Door was torn apart, they were still more or less surprised when they saw themselves more than ten years later.
Young Xue Meng said, "You… You…?!"
The previous life Xue Meng had only glanced at him, his eyes containing both envy and sadness. Then he gave a low laugh and said, "I almost forgot. So, it turns out that I was like this more than ten years ago."
"…"
"So stupid."
The young Xue Meng had no idea that he had been covered with a fool's poke. Before he couldn't even react, Taxian-Jun's fireball had already shot down on his back —
Xue Meng moved to the side. He originally did not want to use Xuehuang, but at this moment, he reflexively pulled out this holy weapon, barely blocked the attack, and then staggered a few steps back. He finally managed to stabilize himself after a long time, and angrily shouted as he rushed towards Taxian-Jun. However, he was stopped by a sword flowing with a blue light.
Méi Hánxuě from the previous life stood in front of him with narrowed eyes. "Since we're here, there's no need for you to do anything."
Mei Hanxue also smiled and said to himself from ten years ago, "This mortal world is naturally the one to make up for the troubles caused by this mortal world. There's no need for you to ride on. Mei-xianjun is in his prime, so it would be bad if he were to be surrounded by bitter enemies and spend the rest of his life in the same boring position as me."
Young Mei Hanxue: "..."
At this time, the formation that the three of them used to lock onto Taxian-Jun began to tremble violently. Mei Hanxue stopped playing with his former self and immediately turned around with a stern expression and said, "Not good! His strength is much stronger than before!"
"There's a new core in his body," Chu Wanning said.
"AHHH!"
Xue Meng used all his strength to cast the spell. The meridians in his hand were protruding. He gritted his teeth and said, "I'm afraid we can't hold on for much longer than we expected. Shizun, you have to go back as soon as possible and kill Hua Binan!"
Before Chu Wanning could reply, the young man Xue Meng asked, "Kill Hua Binan? Why kill Hua Binan, not this… This…"
For a moment, he didn't know if he should call Taxian-Jun Mo Ran or something else.
Xue Meng glanced at himself. "He is a puppet made from the body of a corpse. He can't be killed. But if the man manipulating him died, he too would soon be destroyed. Also —" He paused for a moment, reluctantly raising his hands. A fire-red formation immediately lit up beneath Xue Meng's feet.
"It's dangerous here. You are too young to suffer. Go, return to the attacking army."
"No! I don't want to! Why are you — hey!"
Even though the young man, Xue Meng, was struggling with all his might, he, like the Mei brothers, was quickly enveloped by the butterfly tide of spiritual energy released by the light array.
Just as he sent the three kids away, he heard a crisp "crack!". Mei Hanxue's expression changed, "The formation is about to break, Ziming!"
Xue Meng suddenly released all the spiritual energy in his body in the direction of Taxian-Jun. His entire body was trembling as if he was doing his best to hold back a ferocious beast that was eager to break through the sky.
"Shizun, let's go!"
Without needing Xue Meng to say anything, Chu Wanning jumped into the air. His sword-like eyebrows knitted together as he looked at Xue Meng, "I will be back very soon. Don't get hurt."
"I should be the one saying this to Shizun." Xue Meng gritted his teeth and said, "Don't worry. Your disciple is no longer the same as before. I can endure it."
He could withstand it.
He had lived in this world for so many years that it had become a habit to support himself, a habit to keep him going. He had endured so much without seeing the light of day, and now that he saw his master, there was no reason for him to not be able to hold on.
Chu Wanning sighed, "I'm sorry for leaving you alone all these years…"
His voice was still ringing in his ears as he left.
However, Xue Meng's tears had finally begun to flow.
The man who was near to death in years did not look good when he cried. Even though the torrential rain covered him, it could not cover up the slight trembling of his shoulders and the redness in his eyes.
Taxian-Jun was going berserk in the formation. The light was like a crack in the ice of a heavenly lake, revealing its fragmented traces of danger! Just as he was about to break out of the encirclement, a red light shot towards him, locking him in place. Taxian-Jun became even more furious, he raised his blood-red eyes and stared in the direction of the red light.
Xue Meng looked into Taxian-Jun's eyes. "Give up. I won't let him disappear in front of me a second time."
As he spoke, he used up all of his spirit energy. The veins on his neck throbbed and his eyes were as hard as steel.
"Shidi, in the past, you always surpassed me. Today, Shizun is by my side. I don't want to disappoint him, so… Don't even think about winning against me!"
Méi Hánxuě reacted quickly and was shocked. He frowned and shouted, "Ziming! What are you doing!?"
With a bang, red light from the raging flames lit up behind Xue Meng. With a loud shout, he pushed out his palms, and the flames followed the spell formation as they flew towards Taxian-Jun. In an instant, it was as if ten thousand arrows had pierced through his heart, and the shackles were all over Taxian-Jun!
"Urghhh!"
Taxian-Jun's eyes were bloodshot. He raised his head and gave a muffled groan as the surrounding spiritual energy instantly weakened by more than half. His black eyes slowly turned over and stared at Xue Meng like a resentful ghost. Black blood dripped from the corner of his mouth.
On the left side of his chest, near his heart, there was a scar.
It was a place that had once been pierced by Xue Meng's Longcheng sword.
Now, over a hundred of the forbidden spells that Xue Meng had condensed had pierced into his body. The sharpest one had once again pierced through his chest.
Empty bloody holes…
Mei Hanxue was both shocked and anxious. "Stop, this is already the power of your Spirit Core. If this goes on, your Spirit Core…"
"You talk too much!" Xue Meng sternly interrupted him.
He stared at Taxian-Jun. The shixiong stared at his shidi, while the assassin stared at a tyrant.
This pair of brothers from the past stared at each other. Many years of life and death had been written off in one stroke. Although Xue Meng's expression was terrible, his eyes lit up with the blazing brilliance of the phoenix from back then.
"Everything I, Xue Meng, have learned in my life, I will fight with today."
Mei Hanxue: "…"
As these words fell, in an instant, all that could be seen was the blazing flames that shot into the sky!
In the raging flames, it was as if he had seen a young man with silver and blue light armor and blond ponytail. He yelled noisily and grimaced in pain:
"I want to take first place in the Spiritual Mountain Competition!"
"Humph! I will have a holy weapon sooner or later! What's so rare about that!"
"Fifty years from now, no! As long as it is thirty years, I will definitely be able to make Sisheng Peak shine in my hands, with power that can shake all of the Nine Prefectures!"
That young man had no scruples, did not fear the heavens nor did he fear fate, and declared his ambition.
The firelight almost illuminated half the sky above Sisheng Peak. Many had been burnt to ashes yesterday, turning into ashes…
Everything had settled down, leaving only the current Xue Ziming.
His eyes were steady and steady as he said, "I don't seek success or fame, but I want others as they were before."