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Ferry Master
The wind on Huashan was fierce, swirling white snowflakes that danced chaotically in the air, making the entire mountain appear shrouded in a misty white. Visibility was poor, the terrain treacherous and particularly slippery. Carrying a coffin along the mountain path was extremely difficult. Even at this point, one misstep could lead to danger, so I treaded carefully.
Today, Huashan was unusually deserted. As I made my way up, I hadn’t encountered a single soul. I guessed that the members of the Sun and Moon Alliance had already cleared the area before my arrival.
After trudging along the winding and rugged path for over two hours, I finally reached the summit of one of the mountains and spotted Zhengyang.
He looked just as he always had.
Dressed in a blue Daoist robe that fit his tall frame perfectly, he exuded an air of elegance. With an ancient sword slung across his back, his robe billowed in the wind and snow. He stood there with his hands clasped behind him, his posture straight and unwavering, though his expression was cold and indifferent.
Strangely enough, beside him stood Bald Qiang and Big Mouth Lee!
They were still alive?!
Could it be...
A wave of discomfort washed over me. Had my trust in them been equivalent to feeding dogs? Had they betrayed me alongside Zhengyang?
Reuniting with old friends should have been a time for celebration, yet here we were facing each other as enemies!
As I emerged slowly from the storm, the three of them finally reacted.
“It’s Xia! He’s here!”
Bald Qiang shouted excitedly and without hesitation charged toward me. I intended to stop him when I saw Zhengyang, but his movement was too swift. Before I could intervene, Bald Qiang had already dashed forward. The thick snow beneath his feet hindered him; he stumbled after only a few steps and fell again. Ignoring the snow that filled his mouth, he shouted urgently, “It’s me! It’s really me!”
Atop the mountain, the howling wind whipped up the snow, making his figure appear somewhat blurred. However, as he drew closer to me, I eventually recognized his familiar face.
That face which once brought me immense warmth now seemed unable to stir any deep emotions within me!
Clang!
The Azure Dark Sword slid from my waist, a flash of cold light tearing through the wind and snow in an instant.
"Step back. You are not the first person I want to kill."
I pointed the blade at Bald Qiang. This was the first time I had aimed my killing blade at him, and I shouted each word with emphasis: "Bring Zhengyang out to die!"
Bald Qiang suddenly halted, standing a dozen meters away, staring blankly at me. I could see his lips moving, his eyes gradually reddening. A grown man, he looked like a girl about to cry; tears welled up and quickly froze into icy shards on his face in the mountain's low temperature, glistening as he stared at me with red-rimmed eyes for over a minute before suddenly shouting, "What the hell do you want? How can you point your own knife at me!"
Do you really not know why?
I sighed softly in my heart and shouted again, "Bring Zhengyang out to die!"
" Qiang, come back. He is no longer who he used to be."
At that moment, a voice came from behind Bald Qiang, seemingly a sigh that drifted across the mountaintop in the wind and snow: "Today is a life-and-death battle; there is no room for personal feelings. We have no chance to reminisce because our positions are different."
"But—"
Bald Qiang shivered all over, turned his head to glance back, but ultimately said nothing.
And that figure which had drawn so much of my attention finally stepped slowly out of the snowstorm, coming to stand beside Bald Qiang. Grasping Bald Qiang's shoulder, Zhengyang gently pulled him behind him. Only then did Zhengyang raise his head, quietly looking at me. After a long silence, he finally spoke one sentence: "You have come."
"Hahahahaha!"
I couldn't help but laugh wildly. "You're here; how could I not come? Otherwise, who would I seek for this blood debt?!"
I finished with a roar: "Do you see this? This is all your doing! You brought me into this world and pushed me into the abyss. Today, I have come to settle scores with you; as long as you are here, I will definitely come!"
Zhengyang said nothing; he slowly lowered his proud head.
"Lift your head! Why are you bowing down?"
I roared, "Have you done everything and still dare not face me?"
"I'm sorry."
Zhengyang uttered those three words, and then he finally lifted his head to look at me. "I will bear my sins. But you have truly killed too many people. Is it not enough to quell the anger in your heart with thousands of lives?"
"Not even a million would be enough!"
I gritted my teeth, glaring fiercely at Zhengyang, enunciating each word, "For each one of them, I would raze cities to the ground!"
"You have indeed lost your mind."
Zhengyang shook his head and suddenly drew his ancient sword with a clang. The legendary blade that I once revered was now aimed directly at me. "So, I have come to cleanse the doorsteps. It was I who brought you into this world, and I who raised a tiger to foster disaster, allowing you to grow to this point. Now that you have bathed in blood, I can only eradicate the root! Today, regardless of our past bond, it is a matter of life and death!
If you die, I will eliminate the threat.
If I die, I will do so in the name of loyalty and righteousness!"
"What a righteous Zhengyang you are! Have you always enjoyed erecting a monument of virtue for yourself?"
I chuckled lightly. "Don't worry; do you really think I would show mercy because of this? Today, even if I were to tear your body into a thousand pieces, I wouldn't blink an eye. If you don't believe me, let's see!"
With that, a thunderous roar erupted from me as my Killing Intent exploded forth. The Crimson Killing Intent blossomed like a blood-red flower in this white world, burning fiercely like flames amidst the wind and snow!
"Kill!"
I shouted in fury as I raised my blade, charging forward like a cannonball straight at Zhengyang!
Closer.
Ever closer.
Just as I was about to swing my sword at Zhengyang, a Daoist figure suddenly rushed out and positioned itself between us!
"Stop, stop!!!"
Bald Qiang shouted, his voice frantic as he cried out, "You can't kill him! This is fratricide, fratricide! Besides, Zhengyang didn't betray you!"
The knife that was originally aimed at Zhengyang was now dangerously close to Bald Qiang. Seeing the madness etched on his nearly twisted face, I instinctively withdrew the blade. I stomped my right foot hard on the ground, halting my forward momentum, and using the force, I stumbled backward, landing several dozen meters away from Bald Qiang.
"Are you out of your mind?"
I frowned and said, "Do you believe that knife could have killed you just now?"
Bald Qiang seemed oblivious to everything around him, shaking his head like a madman. "We've been brothers! Just give Brother Qiang a few words, okay? You really can't kill him; killing him means fratricide. We used to be so close; why does it have to come to this? And the truth isn't what you think it is."
"Bald Qiang!"
Suddenly, Zhengyang's sharp voice cut through Bald Qiang's pleas. "Enough."
"No way! Why can't we? I refuse to watch brothers turn against each other!"
Bald Qiang turned and shouted angrily, "Today, even if you have to kill me, I won't back down!"
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