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Suddenly, Wei Qiuxi's figure froze, as if struck by lightning. When he turned around, he saw Wang Chuyi standing behind him, a single palm pressed against his vital point, while the three wedding spirits and the Seven Spirits General had vanished.
"You..."
Wang Chuyi looked at Wei Qiuxi with a sorrowful expression, unable to meet his gaze. He spoke hoarsely, "There’s no saving the living; what’s the point in resurrecting the dead? Wei, my younger brother, I’m sorry..."
"Swish!" Lin Lingsu's sword arrived in an instant, piercing Wang Chuyi through.
Wei Qiuxi stared blankly at Wang Chuyi, then glanced at Lin Lingsu, and suddenly burst into laughter.
"After all, blood is thicker than water! Wei Qiuxi, oh Wei Qiuxi, you were wise for a lifetime but foolish for a moment. You deserve to die; you truly deserve to die! Blood is thicker than water! Hahaha!"
Wei Qiuxi laughed heartily but suddenly found it hard to breathe. He fell forward, his eyes wide open, unable to close them in death.
Blood is thicker than water! Blood is thicker than water! Blood is thicker than water! Lin Lingsu's sword hummed as it pierced through Wang Chuyi's chest, blood dripping from the tip of the blade. She suddenly froze in place, staring at Wang Chuyi, her mind repeating the four words Wei Qiuxi had uttered before his death:
Blood is thicker than water.
In an instant, Wang Chuyi's once lustrous hair turned white as frost. He shrank like a deflated balloon, his skin sinking into his bones, aging decades in a moment until he resembled a dying old man.
Suddenly, a flash of red light appeared. At that moment, Liu Linglang returned hastily after being swept away to the clouds by Drought Corpse. Looking at Wang Chuyi, he let out a long howl that shook the ground and said, "I’m too late! Wang Chuyi, you have betrayed me!"
Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Drought Corpse erupted with explosive sounds as its body detonated like thunder. The space around them became chaotic like clouds swirling in a storm and meteors falling from the sky—a breathtaking sight.
"Crash!" Another loud noise echoed as Liu Linglang fell heavily to the ground. Her body began to shrink slowly until she returned to the form of a three-year-old child. With a soft whimper, she fainted.
Although Liu Linglang was a combination of Drought Demon Essence and Four Pillars of Complete Yin's Infant Spirit—of higher quality than the Drought Corpse Wang Chuyi had created—she was still no match for someone with a century of cultivation. The fact that she had held her own against him for so long in mid-air was already remarkable.
The chilling wind howled past as the ground began to close up. The demons conjured by Wang Chuyi started to sink back into the earth. The ground rumbled as it sealed shut, leaving only the aftermath of chaos and defeat.
Lin Lingsu focused intently on Wang Tuozi beneath her sword. At that moment, he was no longer the formidable demon who had once dominated everything; now it seemed even moving his eyelids was a struggle.
"Revenge has been achieved; I have finally avenged myself!" Lin Lingsu asked herself. The enemy she had resented for over twenty years lay dead at her hands. Yet why did she feel not even a trace of satisfaction from this revenge? Her mind was filled only with the four words Wei Qiuxi had spoken before he died.
Blood is thicker than water.
Wang Chuyi looked at Lin Lingsu, his dark eyes filled with murky liquid, and he actually smiled, his bitter lips moving: "You finally, finally avenged yourself."
"Yes, I have avenged myself," at that moment, Wang Chuyi was no longer the loathsome enemy in front of Lin Lingsu; now, he was just an old man on the brink of death.
"You, grandfather, your father, can," Wang Chuyi struggled to speak, wincing from the pain and coughing repeatedly. "Can... close your eyes now..."
"Can I... can I touch you?" Wang Chuyi suddenly asked Lin Lingsu.
Lin Lingsu fell silent.
Wang Chuyi raised his trembling hand, making an effort to reach out to Lin Lingsu.
A bitter laugh echoed in Wang Chuyi's heart.
Family, this is my only family in this world. Unfortunately, I am about to die in the hands of my only kin.
Fate plays cruel tricks like this!
For some reason, Lin Lingsu did not dodge. Wang Chuyi used the last bit of his strength to lift his hand, his fingertips brushing against Lin Lingsu's face before falling with a soft thud.
In the end, he still did not touch Lin Lingsu.
A drop of blood fell from Lin Lingsu's face, coincidentally landing on a drop of Wang Chuyi's blood. The two drops merged into one in an instant,
and then with a soft thud, it hit the ground.
Lin Lingsu touched her own face, her heart filled with mixed emotions. For some reason, she was even afraid to check if Wang Chuyi was truly dead; a strange feeling twisted within her.
Sighing, Lin Lingsu seemed frightened to linger in that place. It was as if she wanted to escape and left hurriedly.
Red Pearl's light surged brightly as Ding Ying appeared.
Ding Ying's expression was frantic as she alternated between holding Liu Linglang and shaking Wei Qiuxi, before finally lifting Wang Chuyi into her arms.
Wang Chuyi struggled to open his eyes, glancing at Ding Ying. His lips moved as he used his last breath to say, "I’m dead. Give my body to Wei Ning, let him... let him... send my head... to Meng Ge... I promised him..."
Ding Ying's eyes reddened, tears streaming down her face as she nodded vigorously.
"And also, Wei Qiuxi... tell Wei Ning... that Wei Qiuxi is the one I killed... it has nothing to do with Lin Lingsu..."
"Okay," Ding Ying sobbed, nodding repeatedly.
"Foolish child..." Wang Chuyi mustered his final strength, smiling as he passed away.
In that moment, the bonds of kinship and hatred, along with all the sins and evils of his life, finally vanished.
He had finally let go of everything and could leave this world he should have departed from long ago.
Yes, he was free.
He left with a smile…
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