Translator: Dj22031
Editor: Dj22031
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Li Yuebai was suddenly jolted awake from the original plot.
His body was still trembling uncontrollably, his roar stuck in his throat, unable to be uttered, only able to cough violently.
His throat burned with pain, but compared to the anger deep in his heart, it was nothing.
He knew from the beginning that it would be a tragedy, but this level of tragedy was still hard to accept.
Mu Qingning did not die under the swords of those teenagers.
The subordinates of Immortal Lord Yu Tianliu arrived in time and prevented the death from happening. Of course, their purpose was only to prevent this person from dying so directly.
They arrived very early, but just stood leisurely to the side, watching the teenagers surround Mu Qingning like a pack of wolves, their long swords pointing at him like thickets of thorns.
The terrifying thing about teenagers was not how superb their swordsmanship was, but their resentment and madness. Driven by their emotions, they acted far more cruelly than the Demonic Sect.
This person could command thousands of troops, but at this moment, he could not escape such a crazy sword formation.
Through the dense forest of white robes, Li Yuebai vaguely saw Mu Qingning’s fingers twitch, as if he were about to chant some earth-shattering death incantation, but ultimately, he didn’t continue.
In that instant, Li Yuebai let out a silent roar.
Mu Qingning couldn’t possibly be without any self-defense techniques; perhaps he could have uttered a single death incantation and reduced these youths to ashes.
But he didn’t.
Sharp swords sliced and pierced his body again and again.
“Alright, Kunlun disciples, stop.” A lazy voice finally rang out from outside the study.
Yu Tianliu’s subordinates, who had watched for a long time, finally slowly intervened.
The floor of the study was already stained with blood.
The subordinates dismissed the youths, then stepped forward and chained the heavy black iron chains to the weakened former high priest.
The Immortal Lord would never allow an enemy to die quietly, unseen by the public. He needed a grand, public execution to solidify popular support, ignite jubilation among the subjects, and silence the dissidents.
The once mist-shrouded, the solemn Taihou Platform was transformed into an execution ground. Tens of thousands of Kunlun cultivators stood silently around the platform, all eyes fixed on its center— Mu Qingning was brought up by the executioners. His white robes were stained crimson with blood, his face pale, showing none of the ruthless malice of the rumors.
This place he had once fought so hard to protect had become his grave, and those he had once risked his life to protect were now his mourners.
Having lived a secluded life for years, most cultivators had only caught a glimpse of him from afar on the Taihou Platform a few years prior. A small number remembered his imposing presence as he arranged battle formations and discussed tactics, but the vast majority chose to believe he had committed a crime— to disbelieve was to oppose the Immortal Lord; who would dare?
A celestial being stepped forward, holding a long scroll, and read aloud the densely packed words on it, condemning Mu Qingning’s crimes one by one.
The cultivators’ anger was once again ignited by each of these crimes, and in an instant, the crowd was filled with fervor, and shouts of killing rose to the heavens.
After an unknown amount of time, the scroll was finally finished.
“Traitor! Your crimes are heinous and beyond description. The history books of Kunlun have placed you in the annals of evil, with no possibility of redemption.” The executioner placed his long sword against the neck of the dying man, shouting, “Do you know your crimes?”
Mu Qingning did not look at anyone, nor did he show the slightest fear. He simply used his last bit of strength to utter three words: “I am innocent.”
“You…” The executioner was furious and about to interrogate him further when he saw someone in a high seat in the distance make a commanding gesture.
It was time to act.
The executioner’s sword coldly slashed down.
The instant blood splattered, some seemed to see a phoenix appear in the high sky, but when they looked again, it was gone.
….
“Master Mu?” A familiar voice rang in his ears.
Li Yuebai suddenly opened his eyes, only to find himself sitting up, his hands still tightly gripping the clothes of the person in front of him.
Yu Tianji’s chest ached from the grip— he had never seen Mu Qingning so terrifying. The gentle warmth of the past was gone from his open eyes, replaced by anger and murderous intent.
“What’s wrong? Are you feeling unwell?” Yu Tianji was startled, even his voice had changed, but he still tried to comfort him softly, “It’s me, Master Mu, I’m here, don’t be afraid.”
“…” Li Yuebai struggled to regain his senses: “Second Young Master… Immortal Master?”
Yu Tianji thought for a moment and then understood— Master Mu must have been unconscious for too long, his mind was not clear, and he was having a nightmare? Even an ordinary person waking from a nightmare would scream and feel palpitations, let alone someone with internal injuries like him, whose reaction would be even more intense.
“It’s me, it’s me.” Yu Tianji remained motionless, letting him clutch his clothes, and whispered, “Look at this strength, you’ve really recovered a lot. All those immortal herbs and medicines I fed you weren’t for nothing… That’s wonderful…”
Li Yuebai’s chest was still heaving violently, the ugly images of Yu Tianliu and the others lingering in his mind, impossible to shake off. It took a great deal of effort to finally release his grip on Yu Tianji’s clothes.
Why… why did he look so… angry? Yu Tianji pondered silently.
Yes, he had just woken up; perhaps his memories hadn’t fully returned, perhaps he was still immersed in the battle with the Demonic Sect…
“We repelled the Demonic Sect’s invasion, and for the next few years, peace and tranquillity will reign.” Yu Tianji smiled, quietly leaning close to Li Yuebai’s ear, and said.
Peace and tranquillity, a world of peace and prosperity.
Yet the original owner of this body died in such a peaceful world.
Li Yuebai avoided Yu Tianji’s gaze and turned his face away.
“Eh…why are you crying?” Yu Tianji hurriedly took out a handkerchief, soaked it in the copper basin on the bedside table, wrung it out, and leaned over to wipe his cheeks.
The handkerchief was warm, emitting a warm, steamy scent.
“I know you’re in pain, but internal injuries don’t heal so quickly. Don’t worry, these past few days, I’ve gathered all the finest herbs for you. As long as you rest well, you’ll recover soon.” Yu Tianji gently wiped his face while continuing to comfort him with sweet words: “If you’re really in pain, then…hit me a few times?”
“Immortal Master…” Li Yuebai forced a smile helplessly, clenched his right fist, and uncontrollably pounded it against the bedpost. The anger in his heart was burning too fiercely, and he couldn’t really hit the person in front of him, so he had to find a place to vent.
With a loud bang, he used a bit of his true energy to smash the wooden bedpost in half. Then, with a series of cracking sounds, the broken half of the bedpost fell to the ground.
“That’s good, that’s good. There are still three bedposts left. Immortal Master Mu can smash them all.” Yu Tianji lovingly pulled Li Yuebai’s right hand, carefully examining it: “Just don’t hurt your hand.”
Li Yuebai was too lazy to struggle. His right hand was still trembling slightly, and this strike had exhausted all his strength.
Yu Tianji noticed his trembling, and without thinking much, he pulled him into his arms.
“I was trapped in a nightmare, filled with resentment, and accidentally damaged some of the palace’s artifacts. I’m sorry for making you laugh, Immortal Master,” Li Yuebai said weakly. He knew that Yu Tianji was used to hugging and cuddling people and didn’t mean anything by it, so he didn’t pull away.
“Even if someone disturbed your peace in your dream, I would have someone teach them a good lesson. Don’t be angry; it’s not worth ruining your health,” Yu Tianji reassured him, though he didn’t understand why. Seeing that the other person’s health had recovered well, he felt a surge of joy. His previously suppressed nonchalance returned somewhat, and without realizing it, he reached out and gently stroked Mu Qingning’s head. His snow-white hair cascaded down, feeling incredibly soft and gentle to the touch. He then casually twirled a few strands with his fingers.
Li Yuebai’s nose tingled inexplicably.
Just a minor character. No matter how much power this person wielded now, in the original story, he was merely a meaningless minor character.
Yet even a minor character was striving for a comeback, wasn’t he? At least since his transmigration, Yu Tianji had only brought him surprises, including shocks, completely different from the original work.
“Host, congratulations on finishing the original story.” The system popped up at just the right moment: “Now it’s up to you. I will provide appropriate assistance.”
“Thank you.” Li Yuebai replied solemnly: “Please be sure to assist me well.”
“Host, this is your third transmigration. You should be used to it by now, right? Please don’t be too nervous.” The system noticed his lapse in composure.
“System, I’m really angry this time,” Li Yuebai said.
“?” The system was taken aback. “Why are you suddenly saying such angry things, host? As far as I know, you were also very angry when facing the boss last time you transmigrated.”
“I’m even angrier this time, so angry I feel like I’m about to die,” Li Yuebai said. “I’m sorry, I can only say this to you.”
“It’s alright.” The system’s tone became lighter. “Host, I can hear your confidence.”
“?”
“Only confident people would say something like ‘so angry I feel like I’m about to die,’” the system said. “Truly desperate people wouldn’t say that.”
“Thank you.”
….
“Alright, Immortal Master Mu.” Yu Tianji, having finished patting him, solemnly straightened Li Yuebai’s shoulders again, saying, “You haven’t been sleeping well, and you even woke up suddenly. You must not have had enough rest. You need to continue resting in bed. Lie down for a while longer.”
“Thank you for your concern, Immortal Master.” Li Yuebai nodded reluctantly, not refusing, and lay back down.
Only in a state of semi-sleep could he discuss the next steps with the system without Yu Tianji’s knowledge.
He closed his eyes again, and all he saw was darkness.
The names of those to be dealt with next flashed before his eyes.
Yu Tianliu, with five thousand cultivators, was on his way.
Wei Jingyao was far from ascending to the position of Immortal Lord of Juling Immortal Mountain.
Su Xu had likely already begun plotting his path to power.
Ji Yao, and the Ji family… should be silent at this moment.
Peak Master Wan was slightly less dangerous, but he couldn’t let his guard down.
….
This time, he couldn’t just react to their moves as he did in his earlier transmigrations.
Because by the time he saw through their tactics, it would be too late.
The only way was to take the initiative.
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