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"You? You seem to have some skills. How about this: you can follow me, but you can only observe from a distance and must not cause any trouble!" Xuan Zhenzi said.
"I will follow your arrangements, Senior," Zhang Yang replied.
The two resurfaced from the pond and, upon reaching the Great River, Zhang Yang noticed that the trees seemed much denser than when they had first emerged. He followed Xuan Zhenzi through the forest and soon arrived at a campsite bustling with dozens of Muscular Men.
"Rest for the night; we will act in the morning!" Xuan Zhenzi instructed.
This was definitely not the year thirty-seven of the Republic Era. Judging by their attire, these people resembled those from the Tang Dynasty. Why was it that Xuan Zhenzi could enter and exit while returning to his own time, yet I emerged twice with such different time points and such a significant gap?
Zhang Yang was puzzled and could only rest for now.
Morning arrived.
Xuan Zhenzi stood by the Great River with dozens of Muscular Men wielding swords and knives.
Before long, a Dashing Man with long hair appeared. The muscular men immediately moved forward, surrounding the Dashing Man.
"There are quite a few people here!" The Dashing Man stood with his hands behind his back, smirking slightly. The muscular men seemed hesitant, fear evident on their faces.
This scene was too familiar!
Zhang Yang recalled breaking the Black Pottery Idol at home, discovering the Soul Requiem Blade, and as blood dripped onto the blade's engraved patterns, he fainted. This very scene appeared in his mind!
The subsequent events unfolded exactly as he remembered:
Xuan Zhenzi approached, holding the Soul Requiem Blade, and engaged in a fierce exchange with Zhang Xunqiu. In the end, Xuan Zhenzi scattered a handful of red soul-collecting sand, causing Zhang Xunqiu's body to stiffen significantly. Chanting incantations, the dark Soul Requiem Blade suddenly shot straight toward Zhang Xunqiu's forehead!
Why is this happening?
Zhang Yang felt as if his heart had exploded. Although he was drifting through time and space, Zhang Xunqiu's soul had merged with his own. What would happen to him if Zhang Xunqiu's soul were captured by the Soul Requiem Blade?
Should he wait for the outcome or take action?
There was no time left!
Zhang Yang suddenly let out a strange cry, extending his hand with force, and lunged toward the Soul Requiem Blade that was aimed at Zhang Xunqiu's forehead.
The Soul Requiem Blade suddenly flew toward Zhang Yang!
It was not flying into Zhang Yang's hand but rather aimed directly at his forehead!
The Soul Requiem Blade demanded blood and sought to collect souls!
Zhang Yang felt himself enveloped by a force, rendering him unable to move. The Soul Requiem Blade shot toward him, and he could only slightly lower his head.
"Clang!" The Soul Requiem Blade struck Zhang Yang's forehead, producing a metallic sound.
Zhang Yang felt a sharp pain in his forehead but did not fall. The Soul Requiem Blade clattered to the ground, transforming into a pile of fragments!
A mark resembling a Blade appeared on his forehead. The mark changed unpredictably, displaying Red, Orange, Yellow, Green, Cyan, Blue, Purple, and finally, a purple beam of light shot towards Zhang Xunqiu.
Zhang Xunqiu fell to the ground, lifeless.
"He's dead!" a burly man stepped forward, checked Zhang Xunqiu's breath, and exclaimed.
The purple light flickered erratically, enveloping Zhang Yang. Zhang Yang felt as if he was slowly evaporating; his mind grew increasingly foggy until he lost consciousness.
"Where is that person?"
This was the last sentence Zhang Yang heard before losing awareness.
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The sharp pain in his forehead jolted him awake.
When he opened his eyes, he found himself lying on a pristine white bed. A beautiful lady was resting her chin on her hand, seemingly asleep.
Zong Lingxu!
Zhang Yang sat up abruptly, causing the bed to creak.
Zong Lingxu jolted awake. Seeing Zhang Yang sitting up, she rushed over and grabbed his hand. "You finally woke up!" Her face was filled with joy, and her body trembled slightly. After a moment, she suddenly threw herself into Zhang Yang's arms and began to cry loudly.
Zhang Yang tightly embraced Zong Lingxu, remaining silent for a long time.
After a while, Zhang Yang carefully looked at Zong Lingxu. She had lost weight, her eyes were sunken, and although she was still beautiful, she appeared extremely haggard.
"How long have I been unconscious?" Zhang Yang gently asked.
"Almost a month," Zong Lingxu replied, taking out a handkerchief to wipe the tears from her face.
"You've been here the whole time?" Zhang Yang said with concern as he lightly stroked Zong Lingxu's hair.
"Yes, I left the company's matters to others. My dad can manage some of it too," Zong Lingxu said, then suddenly remembered something and hesitated before taking out a letter. "By the way, Ruo Xi asked me to give you this letter..."
Seeing Zong Lingxu's expression, Zhang Yang understood somewhat. "Let her be. Someone like me probably shouldn't have anyone by their side. After all, all my relatives are gone; being alone might be a good thing."
Zong Lingxu's gaze suddenly became incredibly determined as she said earnestly, "You still have me!"
A wave of warmth surged through Zhang Yang's heart. "I don't even know where I'm headed..."
"Wherever you go, I will go too!" Zong Lingxu gently rested her head on Zhang Yang's shoulder.
Zhang Yang said nothing more and softly held Zong Lingxu's hand.
Then, he opened the letter left by Chu Ruoxi and began to read:
"Zhang Yang, perhaps I am too young, or perhaps you are too mature. In the short time we have been together, I always feel a sense of detachment. Weiwei has already returned to Haizhou, and I think it's time for me to leave as well. I have completed the transfer procedures to go back to Yanjing for university. It is better to endure a short pain than a long one; I only truly understood the meaning of this phrase today. I know that after reading this letter, you will no longer seek me out. So, I will say one last thing: take care."
"That's quite a lot," Zhang Yang put away the letter and said to Zong Lingxu, "Actually, two words are enough: take care."
"Everyone has their own thoughts. If I were to look at it objectively, her choice is correct. Being with you can sometimes be very painful; I don't know what you're thinking or what you want to do," Zong Lingxu said.
"Actually, I don't know either. You say, what is the purpose of living a life?" Zhang Yang sighed. This back-and-forth had left him feeling more confused. He understood the eternity of spiritual power but did not know what this cycle of life was truly for. What kind of place is the so-called Clear Realm of the Primordial Spirit?
Zong Lingxu smiled slightly and hugged Zhang Yang tightly. "Perhaps it is just for a special feeling..."
Zhang Yang was taken aback and fell silent.
Couples are like birds in the same forest; when disaster strikes, they each fly away. As for himself and Chu Ruoxi, strictly speaking, they couldn't even be considered lovers. It is understandable for a girl with an uncertain heart to leave him, while Ding Weiwei, his first love, had gone through so many cruel changes; perhaps parting was also a form of relief.
Interestingly, it was Zong Lingxu, who initially cared little about such matters—a wealthy young lady—who could let go of some material concerns and hardships in pursuit of "a special feeling."
Suddenly, Zhang Yang burst into laughter: not knowing where to go next, he should just follow his heart!
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