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Lin Lingsu gazed at the sky, where countless stars twinkled. For some reason, tonight's galaxy appeared like a blood-red ribbon, vividly crimson.
"Chairman, you've been standing here for an entire night?" A disciple approached quietly, noticing Lin Lingsu's somewhat haggard appearance.
"Have they all received the notice?" Lin Lingsu asked, staring blankly into the void.
"They've all been sent out. But Chairman, do we really need to make such a fuss? The opponent is just a—someone you once defeated."
"A defeated foe?" Lin Lingsu shook her head and murmured softly, "Perhaps from the moment I first laid eyes on him, I was already his defeated foe."
The night breeze blew, and Lin Lingsu's long hair danced in the wind. The stars continued to shimmer above, each star reflecting a person on the ground below. Yet she could not tell which star belonged to her and which belonged to Wei Ning. Even if they did belong to each other, they were likely separated by that distant galaxy, forever unable to meet or gaze upon one another.
Lin Lingsu sighed unconsciously, a vague melancholy rising in her heart. Wei Ning, oh Wei Ning, are we destined to face each other in battle?
When we meet again, it will be as enemies! This thought echoed like yesterday.
A sudden pain shot through Lin Lingsu's heart, and she felt lightheaded, nearly stumbling to the ground.
"Chairman!" The disciple exclaimed with concern. Lin Lingsu waved her hand dismissively and said, "You all go ahead and prepare everything. When Laoshan and the others arrive, let me know."
"Understood." The disciple dared not insist further and left the room.
The vast sky was filled with twinkling stars; the impermanence of water flowed like clouds drifting by. Who would have thought we would ultimately arrive at this point?
Lin Lingsu smiled faintly as she looked toward the deepest darkness in the distance, her heart steadying.
Perhaps from the very beginning, we were destined to take this step.
The next day.
In the main hall of Dragon Tiger Mountain, heroes gathered from all directions. Under the call of Dragon Tiger Mountain, various champions arrived one after another, all for the purpose of confronting one person.
Zhu You.
Wei Ning.
Lin Lingsu sat at the highest position and coldly surveyed the surrounding heroes before suddenly speaking up, "Where is Laoshan?"
"Yes!" a disciple timidly stepped forward and said, "I am Wang Mu, the twenty-second generation disciple of Laoshan."
"What about Yang Na?" Lin Lingsu shouted angrily. "Why hasn't he come?"
Wang Mu whispered, "Senior brother... his aunt is visiting, so it's inconvenient for him..."
As soon as he spoke, the entire room erupted in laughter.
Lin Lingsu fumed, "Taiping Sect has always been united. Today, Zhu You's faction has already forced us to the mountain. We at Taiping Sect have reached a critical point of life and death; one more step back is a bottomless abyss. This is our lowest form of resistance! I, Dragon Tiger Mountain, have even humbled myself to seek his help, yet he... is he still my Peace's disciple?"
Wang Mu, clearly inexperienced and intimidated by Lin Lingsu's imposing presence, stammered, "We... Laoshan... have also contributed... isn't my presence here enough?"
"What position did you hold in Laoshan?" Lin Lingsu demanded with piercing eyes.
"I was... just a condiment vendor..." Wang Mu mumbled, prompting another round of laughter.
Lin Lingsu snorted coldly. She knew that Yang Na had connections with Wei Ning and held a grudge against her. She hadn't expected him to actually show up; she merely found his excuse too flimsy...
"Enough," Lin Lingsu glanced at the cowardly disciple and realized he was merely a pawn Yang Na had sent to deal with her. Just as she was about to speak, a clear howl echoed from the mountain below. It sounded like thunder exploding across the entire mountain.
"Zhu You and Wei Ning have come to claim lives!" Suddenly, everyone felt an ominous cloud hanging over them; the entire scene seemed to turn blood-red, a thick smell of blood wafting through Dragon Tiger Mountain.
"He’s here!!" The crowd's expressions changed in unison. Lin Lingsu waved her hand, and the heroes followed her out of the hall. At the foot of the mountain stood a figure clad in a long blue robe and straw sandals, with a hemp rope tied around his waist. He stood calmly with his hands clasped behind his back, exuding an imposing aura.
Wei Ning looked at the crowd coldly and said, "Lin Lingsu, do you really think you can win by numbers today?"
Lin Lingsu shot him a glance and replied, "Wei Ning, how dare you venture alone into my Dragon Tiger Mountain today? I will avenge Uncle Xu."
Wei Ning replied indifferently, "You killed my mentor and my grandfather; what does revenge mean now?"
Lin Lingsu swayed slightly but steadied herself. She stared blankly at Wei Ning for a moment before slowly exhaling and saying, "Indeed, I killed Wang Chuyi... and your grandfather as well."
Wei Ning finally received confirmation from Lin Lingsu's own lips. His eyes burned with resentment as he glared at her. "In that case, there’s nothing left between us; today, it will be either your death or mine."
"Either your death or mine," Lin Lingsu silently mulled over Wei Ning's words. At this moment, Wei Ning was filled with murderous intent; he bore no trace of the innocent and kind-hearted person he once was. Time had changed him significantly.
Perhaps it wasn't that he wanted to change; like herself, he carried far too many burdens that did not belong to him. Often, he was simply left with no choice.
Somehow, images of the first time Lin Lingsu met Wei Ning at Phoenix began to flash in his mind.
At that time, Wei Ning was as innocent as a child.
Holding Lin Lingsu's hand, he cautiously walked through Grave Hill. The night was enchanting, and the breeze was refreshing, yet Lin Lingsu could feel Wei Ning's heart racing and the fine sweat trickling from his palm.
The people from Dragon Tiger Mountain were shouting, many of them had witnessed Wei Ning kill Xu Suwen. The fierce look in Wei Ning's eyes was something they would never forget.
Wei Ning looked at Lin Lingsu and said solemnly, "I have come today solely for the blood feud of my master and elders; it has nothing to do with you."
There was some commotion among the crowd, and several people quietly stepped back. Lin Lingsu moved forward, standing at the very front of the group.
Time passed slowly, and the atmosphere grew increasingly tense.
"Alright. Today we will settle all our grievances!" Lin Lingsu fixed his gaze on Wei Ning, raising his hand and saying, "You all step back; this is a personal matter between him and me, unrelated to you."
Dark clouds loomed ominously. Wei Ning and Lin Lingsu locked eyes; Lin Lingsu wore white like snow, a faint trace of blood on his face resembling a flower, shimmering with a dazzling glow. Meanwhile, Wei Ning remained calm and composed, every movement exuding an inscrutable elegance.
The two young masters, having endured countless grievances and enmities, had finally reached a point of life and death.
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