Watching the blood gushing from Wen Yan's back and chest, Si Moyan's tall body froze stiffly.
His dark, narrow eyes instantly turned bloodshot, and the veins on his forehead throbbed wildly. "Mrs. Si!"
A disdainful smile appeared on Pei Xuanqing's handsome face. "Just as weak as I imagined. Taking both your lives today will be as easy as flipping my hand."
He violently pulled out the sword pierced into Wen Yan's back.
Wen Yan's body swayed unsteadily, a metallic sweetness welled up in her throat, and she spat out a large mouthful of blood.
Just as Pei Xuanqing's longsword thrust forward again, Wen Yan was suddenly swept into the air, held tightly by Si Moyan's long, powerful arms.
He placed her on a clearing, set up a barrier around her, and then raised his large palm to gently touch her injured back.
The bloody wound miraculously healed.
Wen Yan lifted her long eyelashes and looked back at the man behind her.
His facial features and contours were the same, but she could clearly feel a slight change in his expression.
Compared to before, he was much more indifferent and chillingly cold.
"Brother Yan." More than a hundred years ago, this was how she used to call him.
The man lifted his eyelids and gave her a cold, emotionless glance.
Wen Yan instantly felt a freezing sensation, as if falling into an abyss.
The look in his eyes right now was exactly the same as when he left the cave back then—resolute and heartless.
His memories had awakened.
He didn't say a word. After healing her wounds, he stepped out of the barrier.
Pei Xuanqing had already caught up. Seeing the miraculous recovery of the wound on Wen Yan's back, he sneered and looked at Si Moyan. "As expected, only this woman can awaken your memories!"
In their previous two lives, he had prevented them from meeting and crossing paths.
In this life, he had long allowed an otherworldly soul to enter Wen Yan's body, sending Young Wen Yan to another world.
But that old man Guangming ruined his plans. He taught Young Wen Yan skills in that other world, and when the time was ripe, he brought her back.
He used a system to bind Young Wen Yan and Si Moyan together again, making them fall in love.
Si Moyan looked at Pei Xuanqing, whose eyes were full of murderous intent. He narrowed his cold, piercing eyes, stretched out his large palm, and clenched his fingers in the void.
A longsword glowing with a jade-like light appeared in his pale, flawless hand.
"Pei Xuanqing, you have lived long enough. Today is the day you die!"
Rumble, rumble—
The sky, which had been clear and cloudless just moments ago, was suddenly covered with dark clouds, accompanied by lightning and thunder.
At the foot of the mountain, the secret guards who were unable to enter Guigu Mountain looked at the oppressive sky and the gloomy wind, unable to help but shiver.
This place was so damn weird.
"I wonder how President Si and Mrs. Si are doing since they went into the mountain?"
"Just standing here, I feel a suffocating sensation, like I can't catch my breath."
"Look quickly, are there two figures fighting at the top of the mountain?"
The sky was dark, and they thought their eyes were playing tricks on them. But the moment lightning flashed, they clearly saw two figures engaged in a fierce battle.
"Holy crap, is it some historical drama crew filming?"
"Impossible. Even we can't get into Guigu Mountain, how could a film crew get in?"
"Right, even if they were filming a historical drama, it's impossible for one side to be in ancient costume with white hair, and the other in modern clothes, right?"
"Why does the man in modern clothes look a bit like our President Si?"
Another flash of lightning streaked across the sky, and the group watched as the two figures with incredible lightness skills split a mountain rock. They instantly fell silent.
Damn!
Their President Si was actually a hidden, peerless martial arts master?
That's too awesome!
Si Moyan and Pei Xuanqing fought on Guigu Mountain for three days and three nights.
Pei Xuanqing was getting old after all. The prolonged battle severely depleted his stamina.
If this continued, he would absolutely die at the hands of Si Moyan.
"Jiang Shuyin, come out and continue the task I gave you!"
Jiang Shuyin, who had been hiding in the courtyard, walked out holding a gun.
She aimed at Si Moyan's figure. Just as she was about to pull the trigger, a thick mass of black hair suddenly wrapped around her body and wrists.
Jiang Shuyin turned her head and saw a pale ghost face.
Jiang Shuyin immediately pulled out the talisman Pei Xuanqing had given her. The moment the ghost vanished, Wen Yan walked over and kicked hard with her long legs, knocking Jiang Shuyin to the ground.
Wen Yan smoothly picked up the gun that Jiang Shuyin had dropped on the ground.
Seeing Wen Yan pick up the gun, Si Moyan grabbed Pei Xuanqing by the collar and turned his back toward Wen Yan.
Bang, bang, bang—three consecutive shots.
Wen Yan fired neatly and decisively.
An expression of disbelief appeared on Pei Xuanqing's face.
Just as he was about to use his inner energy to force the bullets out of his body, Si Moyan suddenly extracted his spiritual bone and drove it straight down into the crown of Pei Xuanqing's head.
Pei Xuanqing collapsed to the ground, staring at Si Moyan in disbelief. "You're using your spiritual bone to destroy me? Your spiritual bone will disappear along with it—"
Si Moyan stood by Pei Xuanqing's feet. "I never wanted to become a god, nor did I want immortality. Without my spiritual bone, I will just be an ordinary person from now on."
Pei Xuanqing burst into weak laughter. "An ordinary person? Without your spiritual bone, in this life, you will still be punished by the King of Hell and won't live past thirty. You and Young Wen Yan won't be able to grow old together. I'll be waiting for you in hell..."
Si Moyan interrupted Pei Xuanqing's unfinished words. "I won't give you the chance to wait for me in hell. I'll scatter your soul right now."
With that, he forcefully slammed the rest of the spiritual bone into the crown of Pei Xuanqing's head.
Pei Xuanqing's body turned into a wisp of blue smoke at a speed visible to the naked eye.
In the end, only a pile of white bones remained on the ground.
Witnessing all this, Jiang Shuyin widened her eyes in disbelief.
The mysterious man was dead?
He had promised her that he would cure the cancer in her body!
"Immortal, Immortal—"
No matter how Jiang Shuyin shouted, Pei Xuanqing did not respond to her again.
With a wave of his large hand, Si Moyan dispersed all the gloomy energy enveloping Guigu Mountain.
He called the secret guards at the foot of the mountain to come up.
He pointed at Jiang Shuyin and Master Zhang. "Take them to the police station."
The secret guards looked at Si Moyan with eyes full of awe and worship.
"Pre- President Si, do you know lightness skills?"
"No, you saw wrong."
The secret guards noticed that President Si was even colder and more indifferent than before. They didn't dare ask any more questions and quickly escorted Master Zhang and Jiang Shuyin away.
Si Moyan walked up to Wen Yan. He faintly lifted his eyelids. "Are you alright?"
Wen Yan nodded. "I'm fine, just a bit hungry."
The man pressed his thin, crimson lips tightly together. "It's all over. Let's go."
Wen Yan looked at his retreating figure as he walked ahead, feeling a sharp ache in her heart.
He remembered the past, and there was obviously a grudge and a barrier between them now.
He still couldn't forgive her.
Then again, no matter who it was, it wouldn't be easy to forgive!
For her, he had stained his hands with blood, borne the burden of taking lives, suffered endless torture in hell, and after reincarnation, was punished to be a short-lived ghost for three lifetimes.
Even if she died ten thousand times, it probably wouldn't earn his forgiveness!
