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He did not die; a massive tree crown that emerged from beneath the broken wall caught him.
He did not die, but what about Ye Jieyu?
“Master, what about Jie Yu?”
Excitedly, he climbed back to the cliff's edge, trembling in disbelief as he grasped Zhang Sanfeng's hand. “She’s still alive, isn’t she?”
Zhang Sanfeng remained silent. “She didn’t want me to tell you, but since you must know, follow me.”
Ye Jieyu was indeed not dead, but she was not truly alive either.
She lay quietly in the Cold Ice Cave behind Wudang Mountain, her body covered by a thin layer of ice crystals, looking as if she were merely asleep.
“Jie Yu?” Mu Jingkui stood beside her in a daze, cautiously reaching out to touch her pale face. “Jie Yu, Jie Yu.”
He murmured softly, staring blankly at Ye Jieyu. “Why is it that I remember you, yet you have to leave? Is this punishment for me?”
“Xun Yang.”
“Master, Master, why is this happening? Her?” He pointed at Ye Jieyu, his expression twisted with pain.
Zhang Sanfeng sighed. “To understand the poison within you, she spent years gathering wealth to buy the best medicine in the world and used her virgin blood to create the Mu Gu that could cure your poison.
Unfortunately, before the Mu Gu could fully take shape, she was betrayed by Beiming and then lost her purity to you. She had no choice but to extract the Mu Gu early and feed it to you. Thus, the Mu Gu can only help restore the memories consumed by the poison; to completely eliminate your poison, powerful internal energy must be used to expel it from your body.
Regrettably, I was gravely injured in my battle with the Blood Fiend Sect Master and can no longer assist you in detoxifying. Fearing that you would refuse her help if you knew the truth, she chose to feign death and then drove out the poison when it acted up within you.”
Mu Jingkui stood there in a daze, his mind blank. All of this was for him, for him, for him—but he had nearly killed her. Ha ha ha! Why did it have to be like this?
...
Six months later
It was said that the leader of the martial arts world, Ye Jieyu, had finally been killed by the Number One Assassin in the Jianghu, Mu Jingkui.
Mu Jingkui vanished mysteriously after killing Ye Jieyu.
It is said that the leader of the Demon Sect, Beiming, castrated himself to practice the unparalleled martial arts from the Sunflower Manual.
Rumor has it that a madman appeared behind Wudang Mountain.
Every day, he hides in the Cold Ice Cave, speaking to a frozen corpse. “Jie Yu, the peach blossoms on Cloud Peak have bloomed again. Shall I take you to see them?” Mu Jingkui sits beside the ice bed, a faint smile on his gaunt face. “Or perhaps you’d like to visit Mu Men Inn? It’s been closed for a long time. The waiter misses you dearly; no one has left, and everyone is waiting for you.”
The person on the bed remains still, quiet as if asleep.
“Jie Yu, do you remember this hairpin? I made it by hand before we got married.”
He pulls out the wooden hairpin she left behind in the cave, gently stroking the peony carved on it.
“Crack—”
Perhaps due to the passage of time, the hairpin suddenly breaks, and the peony rolls to his feet, revealing a black pill that rolls out from inside.
“Tian Xiang Dou Kou?” Mu Jingkui picks up this legendary elixir of life with disbelief.
So she had hidden it in the hairpin.
Holding the Tian Xiang Dou Kou, Mu Jingkui looks incredulously at Ye Jieyu, who still appears as if she is merely asleep.
What if he hadn’t left the hairpin behind? Would she never wake up again? He dares not think further.
She was betting on him—betting that even with his memory lost, he would still be influenced by her and would fall in love with her again.
…
Mu Men Inn reopens.
“I heard that this time at the martial arts conference, the Demon Sect’s master plans to seize the position of the leader of the martial arts world.”
In the corner, three burly men were gossiping about the happenings in the martial world.
"Yes, yes! Ever since the Night Lord abdicated, the martial arts world has been thrown into chaos. I wonder who can still stand against the Demon Sect's Demon Lord," one of the men said.
"Hmph! Just a demon sect. This year, watch how I, Qing Cheng, will showcase my skills and wipe out the Demon Sect in one fell swoop." As he spoke passionately, he raised his cup as if to smash it.
"Don't!" The others tried to stop him, but it was too late.
The moment the cup hit the ground, a shadow leaped down from the second floor, a silver sword instantly pressed against the man's neck. "One cup, three thousand taels."
"What?" The man exclaimed, turning to look for his companions. The other two had already retreated several meters back, pointing at the woman who was slowly descending from the second floor. "Brother, you—ah!"
His companions looked at the foolish man who had smashed the cup with sympathy. "Ah, I forgot to tell you, brother. The owner of this place is Mu Jingkui, the Number One Assassin in the Jianghu, and the proprietress is..."
As he spoke, he glanced at the woman who had approached them. The man shivered; he hadn't forgotten that just half a year ago, he had lost fifteen thousand taels here.
"Who is it?"
"Ye Jieyu!"
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