TEMBMBIWB Chapter 67

Chapter 67

When Sui Chunsheng fell into the You Ming Land, the object in his hair should have shattered into dust in that instant.

But he only heard a cracking sound.

A fiery red light formed a barrier, enveloping him. It shattered upon impact with the ground, the countless fragments like stars, dissipating with the wind and sand of the You Ming Land.

The young man’s hair fell loose, the hairpin on his head already broken into countless tiny pieces, impossible to gather.

Sui Chunsheng lay in the yellow sand, his heart still in so much pain, the kind of tearing, suffocating pain.

Tears streamed down his cheeks, stinging unbearably.

His whole body ached, he felt like he was really going to die, if only he could die with this pain.

The moment he saw the hairpin shatter.

His heart seemed to shatter along with it.

He had been abandoned again.

Once again, discarded.

The young man’s cries pierced the sand and echoed through the desolate You Ming Land.

…

Eight hundred years passed in the blink of an eye. The You Ming Land had now become the territory of the Xiu Luo Clan.

They were like boundless wind and sand, returning with the wind.

The three realms were in turmoil. Everyone had heard that deep within the You Ming Land, in that cold demonic cave, a new Xiu Luo Lord had been born.

Some speculated that this new Xiu Luo Lord was the evil ghost Sui Chunsheng, who was killed by the White Deer Immortal.

But the only ancient divine lord who could contend with him was now locking himself away on his mountain, vowing never to leave.

Now, under the leadership of the new lord, the Xiu Luo Clan had grown stronger day by day, leaving traces of their invisible presence throughout the three realms.

Even the Demon and Demon Path realms had prostrated themselves at the feet of the Xiu Luo Lord, honoring him as the Slaughter God Throne.

The hundred families of the immortal sects in the upper, middle, and lower realms of the Nine Heavens also had divided loyalties, making the situation precarious both internally and externally.

In a short period of time, the Xiu Luo Clan was about to descend upon the Nine Heavens.

The three major immortal sect leaders of the upper realm held an emergency discussion, carefully considering the matter in the Heavenly Medicine Sect’s council hall.

Yue Shanglan stated first, “This Slaughter God Throne, most likely, is little Chunsheng.”

The Qing Wan Immortal of the Hundred Phoenix Gate paused for a moment, hesitating, “Over the years, the three realms have all known that the White Deer Immortal personally ended the life of his evil disciple, sending him down from the Nine Heavens, already reduced to ashes.”

Yue Shanglan said, “I know A-Zhui, he would never strike a fatal blow, he couldn’t bear to!”

Elder Zhou You couldn’t help but say, “The Divine Lord has always doted on his disciple, even willing to take the Hundred Turns Thousand Return Pill. Although the scene of that day is still vivid in our minds, we must still ascertain the facts.”

Si Feng spoke softly, “If the Slaughter God Throne is the Little Immortal of the Hibiscus, then why would he descend upon the Nine Heavens and wage war against us?”

Yong Lan immediately echoed, “Yes! Why would Hibiscus do this? We were clearly…”

The Qing Wan Immortal glanced at his disciple and said, “Now, if he is really still alive, he must have gone through countless near-death experiences and would undoubtedly be filled with hatred.”

“Hatred? Hatred for whom?” Yong Lan asked, puzzled.

Si Feng understood his master’s words, lowering his eyes and remaining silent.

Yue Shanglan softly said, “Naturally, he hates the White Deer Immortal, hates that he forced him to this point, hates that he sent him down from the Nine Heavens.”

Hatred, naturally, there was hatred.

What Sui Chunsheng hated was that he was repeatedly abandoned.

What he hated was that that person both wanted his life and did not want his life.

Zhou You said, “Now that the Heavenly Lord is gravely ill, and the Divine Lord is locked away on his mountain, the Nine Heavens is beset by internal and external troubles, it is truly not right to go to war.”

Zhang Yu said, “Now the Xiu Luo Clan has already attacked below the Nine Heavens, there is no other choice.”

Yue Shanglan lowered his eyes, “I don’t know why, but they are just forcing their way below the Nine Heavens and have not moved any closer. Several months have passed, and yet there is no movement.”

At that moment, a disciple entered the council hall, in a hurried manner, clearly with urgent news to report.

Everyone’s gaze fell upon him.

The Heavenly Medicine Sect disciple first bowed, and after receiving permission, quickly spoke, “The Slaughter God Throne has made a demand.”

Zhou You was surprised, and quickly asked, “A demand?”

The reporting disciple nodded, “Yes, it is the condition for withdrawing their troops.”

The others looked at each other, all astonished.

Now that things had reached this point, they had naturally prepared to fight to the death, but the enemy was actually retreating without a fight?

Yue Shanglan’s expression changed slightly, and he said, “What is the condition, tell us quickly.”

The reporting disciple hesitated for a moment. It seemed that the condition was not very honorable, but he still bravely said, “That Slaughter God Throne said that as long as they hand over one person, they will withdraw their troops on the spot, and guarantee not to disturb the Nine Heavens for a hundred years.”

At this moment, Yue Shanglan had a pretty good idea, but still asked, “Who does he want?”

The reporting disciple immediately bent over, as if squeezing the words from between his teeth: “The White Deer Immortal.”

Everyone was shocked, and also seemed to understand.

The Qing Wan Immortal chuckled first in anger, his voice turning cold.

“Absurd!”

“If our Nine Heavens really hands over the Divine Lord, it would be a great joke!”

Si Feng looked at his master’s expression and also frowned.

Yong Lan hesitated as he looked at Yue Shanglan, “Master, what should we do now?”

Yue Shanglan’s expression was solemn, “Fight.”

Zhou You sighed, “It seems that this Slaughter God Throne must be the Little Hibiscus Immortal from back then.”

Yue Shanglan looked at the disciple below, and said coldly, “Tell him, if he wants to fight, then fight. He will not get that person.”

…

In the Xiu Luo Clan’s camp, a group of people were gathered together, discussing.

They were all discussing their lord’s inexplicable condition for withdrawing the troops, unable to understand it.

Demon One spoke first, “Tell me, why does the Lord insist on taking the White Deer Immortal?”

Demon Two immediately said, “It must be because he hates him! Back then, our lord was personally pierced through the chest by him, sent down from the Nine Heavens, and fell into the You Ming Land, almost dying!”

Demon Three also echoed, “That’s right! The Lord is so eagerly attacking the Nine Heavens just to get revenge on that White Deer Immortal. When the time comes, he will surely tear him to pieces and torture him thoroughly!”

Demon One frowned, and slowly said, “That’s right, the Lord must have his reasons. If the Nine Heavens doesn’t hand over the White Deer Immortal, then we will beat them up good!”

Demon Two and Demon Three also said, “That’s right!”

The demon general on the side looked at their princess, hesitating, “Princess, is this Slaughter God Throne really just acting out of personal grievances?”

“If we actually get the person and withdraw the troops, wouldn’t we have come for nothing?”

Yu Xiao Die was focused on reading a storybook titled “Blind Master is Chased by a Tyrannical Evil Disciple 99 Times, Forced into Marriage Before Love.” Hearing his words, she said absentmindedly, “We were just along for the ride. You’re an NPC, what are you getting worked up about? Are you really planning to wash the Nine Heavens with blood?”

“Didn’t you read the script when you were reincarnated?”

Demon One was stunned for a moment, clearly not understanding what his princess was saying. However, his princess had always been saying these strange things since she was little, and was even considered a fool before she turned eight.

They were already used to it.

Demon One hesitated for a moment, then said, “For a majestic Slaughter God Throne to be swayed by personal grievances and hatred, involving so many people…”

Yu Xiao Die rolled her eyes, “No matter how powerful a person is, when they are chasing after a wife, they all have to act like dogs.”

“You wouldn’t understand, do you have a wife?”

Demon One was stunned, then solemnly shook his head, “Your subordinate does not.”

Yu Xiao Die was impolite, “Then shut up.”

She then looked at Demon Two, Demon Three, Demon Four beside her… “You guys who don’t have wives are not allowed to speak, don’t disturb my reading.”

The surrounding area immediately fell silent.

…

Inside Fangcun Mountain, it was very quiet at this time.

Wugen had been guarding the White Deer Immortal for hundreds of years. At the beginning, he would still cook meals for him and chat with him.

But Tan Zhui refused them one by one, even refusing to eat his favorite food.

He had finally shed the need for three meals a day and become a true immortal who had given up everything.

Wugen had no choice but to go and feed the carp in the Xie Shui pond. He fed them until their stomachs were round. Soon after, they transformed into human forms and ran around the courtyard all day long, very noisy.

One day, Tan Zhui was sitting alone in his room playing chess. The little carp rolled around twice, looking very anxious.

Tan Zhui raised his eyes, his eyes had completely turned gray, losing the last bit of light.

He could only smell the aura of the carp to recognize it.

“What’s wrong? Did Wugen beat you again?”

Carp Two shook his head, “No, the Wooden Immortal didn’t beat me. I heard that something has happened outside the mountain.”

Tan Zhui lowered his eyes and continued to hold the chess piece, using his sense of touch to play chess.

“Matters outside the mountain should stay outside the mountain.”

Carp Two said, “The people of the Xiu Luo Clan have already attacked, will we die?”

Tan Zhui paused for a moment, seemingly thinking of something, but only said, “We will all die sooner or later. Before that day comes, let us just live well.”

He couldn’t understand, though he had already taken on a human form, he was still rather dim-witted. He couldn’t understand many things or words.

Wugen often said that their fish brains were too small, which made them very foolish.

Carp Two then shook his head, not thinking about it. He noticed that the incense beside the Divine Lord had burned out, so he hurriedly stepped forward to add new ones.

“Divine Lord, do you want to change to a different incense? I’ve smelled this scent for three hundred years, I’m tired of it.”

“Divine Lord, aren’t you tired of it?”

Tan Zhui’s eyelashes trembled slightly, and he softly said, “It’s just picking empty branches.”

Carp Two didn’t understand, but he knew that the Divine Lord wasn’t tired of it, so he obediently continued to light the hibiscus incense.

Carp One came in from the outside, followed by a row of carp spirits. These little carp looked exactly alike, as if they came from the same womb.

Carp One said, “Divine Lord, it’s getting late, the Wooden Immortal said you should rest.”

Tan Zhui raised his face, seeming to actually feel the moonlight shining on his face.

“Okay, you all go down too.”

Carp One responded, cleared the scattered chess pieces, and led the group of carp spirits out of the Water Residence.

Inside the large Water Residence, he was left alone again.

Tan Zhui fumbled around, and used magic to drop his hair pin. Since his eyes had become completely blind, he had rarely tied up his hair. He only used a hairpin to gather some broken hair and let the rest fall over his shoulders.

He did not need to blow out the lamp before sleeping.

He couldn’t see anyway.

Tan Zhui lay on the bed, turning his head to look out the window.

The moonlight tonight was a bit dazzling, it was enough for him to feel a bit of light.

The incense by the bed had burned out, and the room was filled with a strong hibiscus fragrance.

He slowly closed his eyes.

He didn’t know how long passed, but Tan Zhui suddenly opened his eyes.

An aura entered his nose, someone had approached him without him knowing.

He was very vigilant, and said coldly, “Who is it?”

That person grabbed his wrist, and pressed him down onto the bed.

The man’s voice was filled with barely contained desire, “Master, long time no see.”

Tan Zhui’s breath hitched instantly.