Chapter 45

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Inside the cave, it was silent.

Wujiao stood in place, his head bowed. His exposed left arm still bore a few spots of dark red. It was the blood that had spurted from Ziyun's mouth, vivid and striking.

The sisters huddled in the corner.

Ziyun was weak, her face calm, her eyes like autumn water, with a faint layer of frosty coldness. She did not take to heart the warnings and threats from Moshen, but faced with the tyranny and cruelty of fate, she felt a sense of despair and helplessness.

Yezi was sizing up the ragged figure, her expression a mix of anxiety and hesitation. After a moment, she could no longer bear it: "Wujiao, you are not from the Immortal Sect, so... so..." She wanted the other to leave the cave to avoid involving her and her sister, but the words stuck in her throat. Though she disliked the person, she wasn't about to force him to die in vain!

Wujiao lifted his head.

Yezi avoided his gaze, biting her lip and remaining silent.

Wujiao seemed to have put down a burden, puffing out his cheeks and taking a deep breath. He nodded silently but did not acknowledge Yezi, only gazing at Ziyun. She, however, kept her head lowered, seemingly unaware. He smiled slightly and said softly, "Miss Ziyun, take care of yourself..." With that, he made a gesture as if to sweep his sleeve and turn away, but then remembered his bare arm, adding a touch of poverty and embarrassment.

Ziyun's expression changed slightly: "You..."

Wujiao's composure was immediately disrupted, and he quickly turned back.

Ziyun, however, hesitated and fell silent for a moment before saying calmly, "You are a mortal. Even if you are in trouble, you should not hide in the Spirit Mountain, nor should you get involved in the Immortal Sect's disputes. Now that it has come to this, you should beg for mercy. The managers of Yujing Peak will surely let you go..."

Wujiao did not receive the expected reluctance and attachment; Ziyun was also urging him to leave!

Wujiao felt a bit disappointed, forced a smile, but it was bitter. He muttered to himself, "At the moment of parting, if I don't speak clearly, I will be too wronged..." He shook his head and suddenly asked, "Miss Ziyun, do you know the real reason I hid in the Spirit Mountain?"

Ziyun remained silent, perhaps she didn't care about the so-called reason.

Wujiao, feeling awkward, asked again, "Miss Ziyun, if I say I traveled thousands of miles just for you, would you believe it?"

Ziyun frowned, seemingly angry, but her face couldn't help but turn slightly red.

Wujiao scratched his head, answering himself, "Well, to be honest, I don't believe it either!" He raised his hands, his lips curling, and continued, "To be frank, I infiltrated the Spirit Mountain just to meet Miss Ziyun. Now that I have achieved my goal, I have no regrets!"

With Ziyun's appearance, she should not lack admirers. However, facing a mortal's declaration, and such a brazen one, was a first for her. The young man did not seem frivolous or joking, but rather sincere, with a hint of loneliness and sorrow in his words. She was about to scold him, but hesitated, and instead said, "Thank you for your attention, but the path between mortals and immortals is too distant..."

Wujiao, having spoken his heart, felt a great relief. He hesitated to leave but unexpectedly stopped. There was no ridicule, no scolding, even Yezi, the girl, closed her mouth, looking around with curiosity.

What did he just say? His words were full of emotion!

"What is a distant path? Whether you are an immortal or a mortal, from birth to death, the cycle of life and death, we are all on the same path, what difference is there?"

Wujiao seemed to see a glimmer of hope, his spirits lifted, and he asked repeatedly, "Since mortals and immortals share the same path, why can't we walk together?"

A mere mortal, wanting to hold hands with a celestial beauty, and he was so righteous about it! As he said, the path of life and death is the same, the cycle of rebirth has no hierarchy, and one should cherish and walk together!

Even Ziyun, who had cultivated for many years and had a calm heart, was momentarily speechless. Yezi was even more astonished, her curiosity evident. This scholar, originally timid and cowardly, was now so mad!

Yes, he must be mad!

Ziyun wanted to avoid him but had nowhere to go, wanted to refute him but had no words, and even when she lowered her head, she still felt his burning gaze. She sighed softly, "Alas, we have no destiny, why make it so hard..."

Wujiao slightly bent down and asked, "Meeting in the rain at Fenghua Valley, who says we have no destiny? Meeting again in this dire situation, isn't it fate?"

His concerned expression and gentle words made him seem like the teacher in the Qia family temple, but not to lecture, only to express his feelings.

Ziyun felt weak and said softly, "I am not as you imagine, our paths do not align..."

She was certainly reserved and proud, with many admirers, but the only way to maintain her independence was to ignore and distance herself. Who would have thought that this scholar from the mortal world would be so unrestrained and mad, leaving her at a loss!

Wujiao, once a gentle and refined teacher, could also be irritable when faced with a stubborn child. He couldn't help but urge, "A few years older, so what? I don't mind you being older, and you shouldn't mind me being younger. I only wish to walk hand in hand, regardless of the end of the world..."

Ziyun lifted her eyes, her gaze like autumn water, her chest rising and falling, a flush appearing on her pale cheeks. But in an instant, her face turned cold, and she said coolly, "Don't be presumptuous! I am a transcendent, you are a mortal. Even if there is a mistake, there will be no further connection. Please respect yourself!"

Wujiao wanted to continue, but was suddenly frozen in place, his mouth opening and closing, slowly straightening up.

Ah, after saying so much, he received a flat refusal! If he continued, it would not be thick-skinned, but shameless, and would only invite disgust. However, deep emotions cannot be easily erased, and now his heart was lost!

He stared at Ziyun, smiled bitterly, and slowly turned away, muttering to himself, "Don't say it's a mistake, destiny is always predetermined. A thousand miles apart, yet connected by a single thread. Is it love, or is it not? The mortal world is full of disturbances, and the Spirit Mountain is not peaceful. Where can one find freedom? I will wave my sleeve and walk alone in the wind..."

His expression was melancholy, his tone low, and his weary back seemed to carry a faint sadness and longing.

Ziyun's heart tightened slightly.

Yezi had never seen a man so emotional, and instead of mocking, she sincerely praised, "Not bad for a scholar, all talk!"

Just then, Moshen's voice came from outside the cave, "Wujiao, the time has come. If you are afraid, come out and beg for mercy!"

Wujiao took a few steps, paused, and sighed to the sky, hesitating to leave. Just as his emotions were intense, Yezi disrupted the mood, especially the untimely call from outside, which was unbearable. The black aura between his brows deepened, and he shouted angrily, "Moshen, you coward, if you want to kill me for revenge, just wait..."

He stepped out, but after a few steps, suddenly turned back and bowed solemnly to Ziyun, "Farewell, with endless regret. Why does heaven not open its eyes? I will go first... take care!" His eyebrows arched, he clenched his fists, and took a step forward, with a sense of no return and heroism!

Ziyun watched the departing figure, suddenly feeling a bit flustered. He was just a scholar from the mortal world, sometimes timid, sometimes mad, increasingly incomprehensible. And he actually had a grudge with a cultivator, how could he survive...

The narrow cave entrance was only about twenty feet, and it could be reached in a moment.

Wujiao strode forward, his anger evident, with a determined air. As the light at the cave entrance grew closer, he secretly groaned.

Going out meant certain death, and he wasn't ready to die yet!

If he begged Moshen for mercy, he would truly be a wretch!

Fortunately, he had confessed his feelings to Ziyun, making the trip worthwhile! Unfortunately, the flowers were in bloom, but the water showed no affection, alas...

Wujiao walked out of the cave, squinting and shielding his eyes. The sun was slanting, and the surroundings were bright. Three figures were standing nearby, and one of them suddenly leaped toward him.

Moshen? What is he doing...

Wujiao had no time to think, and a sword beam whistled toward him.

At the same time, a smug laugh echoed, "Ha! This is no longer Yujing, you have no chance of survival!"

The guy was ruthless, killing without warning...

Wujiao tried to dodge, but it was too late. In despair, he raised his arms to block, and with a dull thud, he was thrown backward. The sword beam suddenly paused, and the attack stopped. He struggled to stay on his feet, "thud" hitting the hard rock wall, his bones nearly broken, the pain almost making him faint, but he gritted his teeth and held on, quickly checking his arms.

Both arms had deep cuts, revealing white bone, a shocking sight. Though severely injured and in great pain, both arms were still intact and functional...

Moshen landed three feet away, catching the flying sword and looking surprised.

He expected to see a dead body, but the person he wanted to kill had once again blocked his flying sword with bare hands. The previous strange spiritual power was understandable, but now, with no protection, how did the kid survive?

Moshen's doubts deepened, but his expression changed, and he called out, "Brothers, be careful..."

Two figures in white, supporting each other, walked out of the cave, Ziyun and Yezi.

Xiang Rong and Gou Jun stood about thirty feet from the cave entrance, not paying attention to Ziyun and Yezi. To them, the two women were severely injured and barely standing, not a threat. The Yujing Peak disciple named Wujiao was indeed strange. For a cultivator, blocking a magical weapon with bare hands was not difficult, but for a mortal, it was incomprehensible.

Moshen, seeing that Ziyun and Yezi did not move, felt relieved and continued, "Wujiao, you may have a protective treasure, able to block one sword, but can you block a hundred, a thousand swords..."

Wujiao was examining the sword wounds on his arms, his face contorted in pain. Hearing Moshen's words, his teeth clenched. Since meeting the guy, he had suffered repeated humiliations, either narrowly escaping death or being severely injured.

Enough, really enough!

Wujiao shook his arms, feeling the pain ease, and pulled out a sheathed short sword from his chest. Just as he was about to act, he glanced and was momentarily stunned.

Near the cave entrance, the two women were watching silently. One was in white, bloodstained, like a cold plum in spring, still so beautiful and captivating! Ziyun... why did she come out, was it reluctance, or farewell...

Wujiao steadied himself, finally pulling his gaze away, feeling his courage grow. He raised his head and declared, "Moshen! I will let you do as you please today, but I ask you to let the two women go!"

Since he couldn't escape, why not express his feelings for Ziyun one more time! Even if it was in vain, it would be a start and an end!

Moshen showed no mercy, "Hmph! What are you? Facing death, you still try to be clever..."

Wujiao then turned to Xiang Rong and Gou Jun, "Moshen bullies the weak, it is against heaven. Today, I will use my mortal body to settle old and new grudges with him. This is a personal matter, I hope you two do not interfere!"

Xiang Rong and Gou Jun did not respond, but their expressions were dismissive. A mortal fighting a cultivator was like seeking death!

Moshen was already furious, waving his hand to summon the flying sword...

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