We Agreed On Experiencing Life, So Why Did You Immortals Become Real?

Chapter 21: Master, Qingyi, I Miss You So Much

The Xiao Princeʼs Mansion was annihilated.

Throughout the entire Xiao Princeʼs Mansion, from top to bottom, not a single living soul was left.

Xiao Jing was the last to die.

He watched with his own eyes as his son, in whom he had placed such high hopes, had his hands and feet severed and his eyeballs gouged out.

Xiao Jing watched with his own eyes as Jiang Qingyi crushed his sonʼs pupils under her foot, and then Jiang Qingyiʼs final sword strike severed his sonʼs head.

He watched with his own eyes and heard with his own ears as Jiang Qingyi went on a killing spree throughout the Xiao mansion, sparing no one, just as he had done to the Jiang family back then.

When only Xiao Jing remained, Jiang Qingyi lifted him out of the Xiao mansion and suspended him in the air above the imperial capital. In full view of all the cityʼs people, she carved away every piece of flesh from his body, one cut at a time!

After Jiang Qingyi left, Xiao Jing was nothing more than a bloody skeleton.

After her revenge, Jiang Qingyiʼs years of inner turmoil were resolved, her thoughts became clear, and she stepped into the Jade Simplicity realm.

After obtaining the sword bone, in a single day Jiang Qingyi advanced from the Golden Core realm to the Nascent Soul realm, and then from the Nascent Soul realm to the Jade Simplicity realm.
Whether there would be ”none to come after” was unknown but this was absolutely an unprecedented miracle.

Returning to the Dragon Spring Sword Sect, Jiang Qingyi continued her killing spree within the Dragon Spring Sword Sect.

Because Jiang Qingyi had learned from Ye San Daoʼs mouth that the Dragon Spring Sword Sect and the Xiao Princeʼs Mansion were in collusion, jointly controlling the entire Liang Kingdom.

The fact that Jiang Qingyi possessed an innate sword bone was something the Dragon Spring Sword Sectʼs sect master had told Xiao Jing.

However, this time Jiang Qingyi did not massacre the entire Dragon Spring Sword Sect.

Jiang Qingyi simply left behind one sentence: ”Those who follow me shall live, those who oppose me shall die.”

Those Dragon Spring Sword Sect cultivators who defied Jiang Qingyi indeed left no survivors.

After Jiang Qingyi killed the Dragon Spring Sword Sectʼs sect master, she set fires everywhere.

Finally, Jiang Qingyi sat in the courtyard on Lingqian Peak, watching the entire Dragon Spring Sword Sect engulfed in a sea of flames.

After the great fire was extinguished, the Dragon Spring Sword Sect completely ceased to exist.

The cultivators from the Dragon Spring Sword Sect who ultimately followed Jiang Qingyi numbered only five hundred.

”From today onwards, this place shall be called the Ten Thousand Swords Sect.”

Facing these five hundred disciples, Jiang Qingyi spoke slowly.

”Ten Thousand Swords Sect”

Xiao Mo recalled that Yan Shanʼao had previously mentioned that Elder Huang from the Ten Thousand Swords Sect would come to the Liang Kingdom, and that he should personally receive him.

However, Xiao Mo only thought about this briefly.

In Xiao Moʼs view, the two sects couldnʼt possibly be the same one, they should just share the same name.

Because of the existence of Jiang Qingyi, a great power of the Jade Simplicity realm, the Ten Thousand Swords Sect developed rapidly and soon became the foremost sect within the Liang Kingdomʼs borders.

Jiang Qingyiʼs cultivation level grew ever higher.

She received the admiration of more and more people.

Moreover, in the eyes of the Ten Thousand Swords Sect disciples, their sect master was not only powerful in strength but also extremely beautiful in appearance.

The sect master was even listed on the Beauty Rankings by Tianji City due to her world-toppling appearance.

Although the Beauty Rankings had no hierarchical order, in many peopleʼs hearts, their sect master deserved to be first.

Yet such a woman who captivated the world had never once smiled.

Lingqian Peak, originally an ordinary mountain peak of the former Dragon Spring Sect, had now become the main peak of the Ten Thousand Swords Sect but Lingqian Peak had only two wooden houses.

A male elder who admired Jiang Qingyi wanted to win her favor and proposed tearing down the wooden houses to build a palace.

As a result, this male elder was killed by Jiang Qingyiʼs sword in public.

From then on, everyone knew that Lingqian Peak was untouchable, not even a blade of grass or a single tree could be disturbed.

Lingqian Peak could only remain as it was before.

One year, five years, ten years.

As an observer, Xiao Mo watched Qingyi cultivate day after day, day after day searching for methods to resurrect souls but time after time, Jiang Qingyi returned disappointed each time.

Apart from cultivation and searching for soul resurrection techniques, the thing she did most was staring blankly in the courtyard atop Lingqian Peak.

She read through book after book, tried method after method, all to resurrect one person.

One day, she came across the Heaven Continuation Formula.

Finally, she understood everything.

It turned out that Masterʼs injuries were because of her.

Her ability to cultivate was due to Master damaging his own foundation, shortening his lifespan, and forcibly ”continuing” what was called ”heaven” for her.

Itʼs just that every time Master used the Heaven Continuation Formula on her, he used a technique to conceal his condition.

The reason Master only went to Chen Yun for treatment was because he didnʼt want others to know about this matter.

And Chen Yun, to repay Masterʼs life-saving grace, would never speak of it.

On this day, the young woman tore the Heaven Continuation Formula to pieces and with one sword strike, cleaved apart a mountain peak.

The disciples of the Ten Thousand Swords Sect were terrified. They all knew who had done it, but none dared to speak.

They all knew that their sect masterʼs temper had turned bad again.

And just at this moment, a woman came to Lingqian Peak.

She was the only person permitted to come to the peak summit.

She was formerly an administrator of the Dragon Spring Sword Sectʼs medical hall.

Now, she was an elder of the Ten Thousand Swords Sectʼs medical hall.

”What have you come here to do?”

Jiang Qingyi sat on a stone stool, tilting her head back to take a sip of wine.

She hadnʼt loved drinking before, but now she did.

Her favorite wine was the osmanthus wine made by Aunt Wang in Ten Thousand Swords Town.

Chen Yun walked into the courtyard, looking at this woman who was stubborn to the point of madness, and said in a calm tone, ”I want to take some of his clothes.”

Jiang Qingyi raised her head, her eyes like swords, as if about to pierce through Chen Yun, ”What do you want his clothes for?”

”To make a cenotaph.” Chen Yun replied frankly.

Just as Chen Yunʼs words fell, the long sword Xuanshuang in Jiang Qingyiʼs hand was already pointed at Chen Yunʼs neck.

Jiang Qingyiʼs eyes were blood-red, ”He is not dead!”

Chen Yun was not afraid at all, ”He is already dead.”

”Shut up! I said he is not dead!” Jiang Qingyi was nearly frenzied, pushing her long sword forward an inch, and as before, fresh blood slid down from Jiang Qingyiʼs sword.

”It has been fifteen years since you annihilated the Xiao family, and he has been dead for fifteen years. Let him rest in peace, even if itʼs just his clothes.”

Jiang Qingyiʼs eyes grew vacant, ”Do you really think I donʼt dare kill you? Do you know that what I hate most is you!”

”I know.” Chen Yun nodded, ”Actually, I hate you too, but the one he loved most was you.”

Chen Yun said no more and stepped forward. Jiang Qingyiʼs long sword retreated.

Chen Yun continued walking forward, and Jiang Qingyiʼs long sword continued to retreat.

Finally, Jiang Qingyiʼs hand holding the long sword dropped to the ground, and Chen Yun brushed past her.

Chen Yun entered Xiao Moʼs room and took away several pieces of clothing.

Before leaving, Chen Yun put down a letter: ”This letter was given to me by a girl named Xia Chan to pass to you. She said it was written fifteen years ago.”

Chen Yun left.

In the empty courtyard, only Jiang Qingyi remained, head lowered, sword drooping, her dim eyes not knowing what she was thinking.

After an unknown amount of time, Jiang Qingyi raised her head and looked at the letter on the table.

Like a walking corpse, Jiang Qingyi walked over and opened the envelope.

The moment she saw the letter, Jiang Qingyiʼs eyes trembled.

This was Masterʼs handwriting.

[Silly disciple, when you see this letter, Master has already left, and the sword bone should have been returned to you.

After Master leaves, I guess you will definitely do some foolish things.

You might even think about resurrecting Master.

But silly girl, when people die, theyʼre dead. The dead cannot be brought back to life, let alone when the soul is shattered?

Qingyi, let me tell you something.

Actually, last time during the meteor shower, the wish Master made wasnʼt for you to become a very powerful sword immortal.

Master hoped that no matter what you encounter, you could live happily.

You said you would make Masterʼs wish come true.

Donʼt lie to Master.]

”Master... Master”

Jiang Qingyi knelt on the ground holding the letter, crying loudly, like the girl who had just come up the mountain at fourteen years old.

[Ten seconds remaining, the system will complete settlement, the host will exit the Book of a Hundred Lives, nineteen... eight... three...]

As the countdown sounded in Xiao Moʼs mind, Xiao Mo knew he couldnʼt intervene in anything, but he still stepped forward, crouched in front of her, reached out his hand to stroke her hair, just like that night of shooting stars when the girl was fourteen.

”Qingyi, Master is leaving.”

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The instant Xiao Mo scattered with the wind, Jiang Qingyi heard Masterʼs voice in her ears and suddenly raised her head.

”Master! Is that you?”

”Master!”

”Answer me!”

”Are you still here!”

”Xiao Mo!”

”Come out!”

The young woman ran around the mountaintop shouting, but no one answered.

”Master... come out...”

Until dusk, until the stars hung in the sky.

The young woman, whose tears had long since dried, crouched down and hugged herself tightly.

A meteor streaked across the sky.

”Master... Qingyi... misses you so much”