What an absurd world!

What an absurd journey in the Southern Domain!

Among the Hong Meng Three Swordsmen, Shangguan, the true disciple of Nandou Hall, Long Bo Ji, is now a corpse.

He is wrapped coldly in a straw mat, no longer capable of experiencing any stories. His death has reduced all the efforts Zhongshan Wei Sun made to save him into a shallow, thin obituary—

Long Bo Ji is dead.

“How did he die?” The true disciple from Tiantong Hall, who brought the corpse out, seemed surprised by the question, then answered, “He committed suicide. He couldn’t bear the pressure, feeling guilty towards the sect…”

“His body has dozens of sword wounds, five fatal injuries, and over thirty kinds of sword qi!” Zhongshan Wei Sun pointed at Long Bo Ji’s corpse, his voice trembling, “You say he committed suicide?”

The true disciple of Tiantong Hall looked at this heir of the Zhongshan clan. “That’s just how it is. I can’t help it if you don’t believe me.”

He extended the corpse he was holding. “Senior Brother Long’s corpse, do you want it or not?”

Long Bo Ji is already dead.

What kind of person was he? What kind of experiences did he have? What kind of demeanor did he possess?

None of that matters anymore.

This is just a name that might not even be remembered.

As for whether he committed suicide, does that even matter?

Want to find the truth? Who has the time to bother.

Want to avenge Long Bo Ji? Nandou Hall is about to be destroyed anyway.

The person carrying the corpse is so lazy that he can’t even bother to fabricate a reason.

Zhongshan Wei Sun stood still, his lips tightly pressed without a sound. The bloodshot eyes in his eyes burned like flames.

The true disciple of Tiantong Hall took a step back and looked at Wu Zhao Chang. “Anguo Gong, in war, envoys are not killed. You won’t kill me, right?”

Wu Zhao Chang looked at him meaningfully. “You are indeed very brave.”

“If I wasn’t brave, how could I come out to deliver the corpse? This is the person General Zhongshan specifically asked for, the one that the esteemed young master of the Zhongshan family risked his life to rescue—” The true disciple of Tiantong Hall had a strange expression. “None of my senior brothers dared to come. They really thought wrong. We’re all going to die anyway, sooner or later. Why not come out and see the scenery?”

“Your understanding is indeed very clear,” Wu Zhao Chang said. “What is your name?”

The true disciple of Tiantong Hall countered, “Does my name matter? No one will remember it anyway. Even Nandou Hall won’t be remembered for long.”

Throughout history, how many things have risen and fallen, how many traces have been erased, and indeed, few are remembered.

But knowing this is easy; facing it is difficult.

Wu Zhao Chang gazed at this young man. “Interesting. I find you more and more interesting.”

The true disciple of Tiantong Hall said, “Then can you let me go?”

Wu Zhao Chang’s answer was straightforward. “No.”

The true disciple of Tiantong Hall shook his head. “Then you really enjoy talking.”

Wu Zhao Chang laughed. “Finish your task and go back. Don’t delay me in exterminating your Nandou Hall.”

“Alright!” The true disciple of Tiantong Hall responded. After a slight pause, he looked at Zhongshan Wei Sun again. “Do you want Senior Brother Long’s corpse? If not, I’ll take it back.”

Zhongshan Wei Sun was silent for a long time, then opened his mouth, chuckled slightly, and ultimately did not lose his composure.

“Give it to me,” he said.

The true disciple of Tiantong Hall handed over the corpse. Zhongshan Wei Sun was just about to reach for it.

Wu Zhao Chang said, “Take the ashes.”

Zhongshan Yan Wen, who was beside him, said, “That’s how it should be!”

Saying so, he flicked a wisp of flying flame, which instantly burned Long Bo Ji’s corpse along with the straw mat into flying ashes. He simply packed them in a jade bottle and personally handed it to Wu Zhao Chang. “Anguo Gong, please inspect.”

This level of inspection was necessary. Neither Wu Zhao Chang nor Zhongshan Yan Wen wanted anyone to escape using Long Bo Ji’s corpse.

Not to mention that Long Bo Ji was already dead and could only be disposed of. If he were still alive, he would also need to be thoroughly checked inside and out. Anyone trying to gamble on the Chu army’s carelessness and parasitize to escape would have absolutely no chance of success.

The true disciple of Tiantong Hall maintained the posture of handing over the corpse.

Zhongshan Wei Sun maintained the posture of receiving the corpse.

In the end, it was a jade bottle containing clean ashes that fell into his hand.

The true disciple of Nandou, a divine prodigy, ultimately amounted to this handful of ashes… Not even enough to count.

How many unjustly dead people are there in the world? Why only Long Bo Ji?

Zhongshan Wei Sun stood stiffly, mourning his friend, or perhaps mourning his own foolishness, mourning his completely useless sacrifices?

The true disciple of Tiantong Hall shook his hand, which had been raised for half a while, with an inexplicable smile, and shook his head. He still said to Zhongshan Wei Sun, “By the way, Senior Brother Long’s relics, do you want to take them? Just some casual objects, nothing valuable.”

“No need.” Zhongshan Wei Sun finally opened his mouth again. In this short time, his voice had already become very hoarse. “Keep them to mourn.”

He was somewhat sober. Wu Zhao Chang even wanted him to take Long Bo Ji’s corpse after burning it to ashes. These bits and pieces of objects posed more safety risks and could absolutely not be taken whole.

“Just say bury with him, no need to be so euphemistic,” the true disciple of Tiantong Hall took out a small copper-colored wooden box from his storage box, filled with a box of odds and ends.

He lifted the box and said lightly to Zhongshan Yan Wen, “Trouble the old general to burn them together. Young Master Zhongshan doesn’t want them, and I don’t want to bring back dead people’s things, it’s a bit unlucky.”

Zhongshan Yan Wen wasn’t actually offended or angry. He simply cooperated by flicking out a wisp of flame, which burned these bits and pieces cleanly.

“Alright, the matter is done, I’ll go first.” The true disciple of Tiantong Hall turned and flew, but suddenly remembered something.

“Right.” He took out a letter from his embrace and casually tossed it to Zhongshan Wei Sun. “Senior Brother Long still has a letter for you. Take it back and read it slowly.”

After saying this, he flew back towards Du’e Peak without looking back.

There were originally scattered buildings on Du’e Peak, which were the outward facade of Nandou Hall in the world. Now, they were all ruins.

The vast Chu army trampled over the former glory of Nandou Hall. Rubble, bricks, gold, and jade all lay silent under military boots.

One by one, floating empty chariots patrolled and shuttled around Du’e Peak with a flowing three-dimensional formation, restructuring the rules of this place. The halos brought by the chariots were like heavy curtains, covering the sky light and making the stars and moon invisible.

Tonight, Nandou does not sleep.

Tonight is the night of eternal sleep.

The entrance to the Nandou secret realm is already soaked in fresh blood. The so-called protective array is like a thin paper door, fundamentally not needing any force to kick. The fierce and evil spirit of the Chu army has already permeated behind it. As early as the day the soldiers surrounded Du’e Peak, the Chu army broke this protective array, only suspending the attack at the last moment.

The desperate resistance of the Nandou Hall cultivators behind the door in the past few days served more as self-comfort—indicating that they were still doing something for their lives.

Once the most terrifying war weapons in the present world are activated, cultivators pursuing their own power outside of the sect system are fundamentally unable to resist.

Superhuman armies numbering in the hundreds of thousands, controlling military formations through daily training, blessed by absolute rank array diagrams, assisted by different weapons, and commanded by contemporary famous generals, form a flood of military evil… Enough to crush everything.

The true disciple of Tiantong Hall flew back into the sky above Du’e Peak, not returning to the Nandou secret realm through the gap intentionally left by the Chu army.

The chariots filled the sky like thunder clouds about to rain.

He looked up at such a sky, drew out a sword with a strange expression, aimed it at his heart, and said somewhat madly, “Everything is over!”

He reversed his grip on the sword hilt with both hands and pressed it forcefully into his heart.

This posture was like some kind of ritual.

Foamy blood constantly surged from his lips and teeth. He murmured like this, “I don’t want to go back to hell again.”

Having endured for a very long time in desperation, the days in Nandou Hall were like years, and evil spirits were everywhere.

The Nine Deaths Poison of Dongwang Valley is the most famous severe poison in the current world. The most terrifying form of the Nine Deaths Poison is the human heart.

He no longer wanted to go back to that kind of place.

Thump thump… Thump thump…

The urgent heartbeat suddenly stopped.

The corpse of this true disciple of Tiantong Hall fell straight down, uncovered, and landed on the mountain rocks—Smack! Blood and gore splattered.

He said that no one would remember his name anyway, so he didn’t leave his name. He said that since he would die sooner or later, he might as well come out and see the scenery. On the way back, he committed suicide so resolutely—His death was so sudden, so eye-catching.

But Wu Zhao Chang only looked at the letter flying towards Zhongshan Wei Sun. The letter paper, which should have continued forward, was fixed in the air under his gaze.

When the light is very bright, the shadows under the candlestick will be ignored.

Zhongshan Wei Sun realized something. He held the jade bottle containing the ashes in his hand and retreated slightly.

Song Huai leisurely asked from the side, “Is there a problem with this letter?”

Long Bo Ji’s death had a really complex impact on Zhongshan Yan Wen and Zhongshan Wei Sun, but this news only brought relief to him.

Chen Suan was not an unreasonable person. He had already made his efforts in the prison cell of Taixu Pavilion and would not have any regrets due to Long Bo Ji’s death. Long Bo Ji’s death brought him pain but no guilt; he could certainly face it—Wasn’t this the best outcome?

So as the Eastern Heavenly Master Song Huai, he still had the leisure to interject here.

Everyone has their own intricate thoughts. Who still can’t see the problem?

Wu Zhao Chang said, “Do you believe Long Bo Ji committed suicide? If he didn’t commit suicide, then why would he write a letter to Zhongshan Wei Sun?”

“What problem could a letter have?” The Eastern Heavenly Master continued to interject.

“I heard that someone can hide in words,” Wu Zhao Chang said.

Song Huai’s expression became serious. “They have a connection?”

“I didn’t necessarily say that,” Wu Zhao Chang said. “But the divine powers of the world are ever-changing. One can only not think of something, but not fail to do it. How dare I underestimate Long Shengjun after he has been able to live and leap around for so many years?”

“Do we need to look at what this letter says?” Zhongshan Yan Wen’s face was very grim. He was willing to pay a price and give Zhongshan Wei Sun a life lesson, but this did not mean he was willing to let Zhongshan Wei Sun be repeatedly used.

Nandou Hall sent out a dead person, first a corpse, then relics, and then a final letter. What were they thinking by playing these tricks?

Something abnormal must be demonic.

Whether it’s a cornered dog jumping the wall or being forced into a corner, no matter what this “demon” is, if they dare to tie it to Zhongshan Wei Sun, it means they think his Zhongshan Yan Wen’s slaughtering god spear is not sharp enough.

“Long Shengjun’s intentions are complex. Don’t look at the letter, avoid falling into a trap!” Wu Zhao Chang said, and with a backhand punch, he blasted the corpse of the true disciple of Tiantong Hall in the distance into nothingness, not even leaving a trace of blood.

“Is there a problem with this disciple’s death as well?” This time, the Eastern Heavenly Master was truly puzzled. He didn’t believe he couldn’t see as clearly as Wu Zhao Chang. “I didn’t see anything wrong with him. Except for his emotions being a bit unstable and his consciousness being slightly mad… These are all reasonable.”

“It’s better to be cleaner,” Wu Zhao Chang said faintly. “When I do things, I don’t like to leave opportunities for others.”

Then, with a finger, he remotely drew that letter, which was unsure whether it was truly related to Long Bo Ji, into nothingness. This was the purest state, the most concrete source sea in “one,” where nothing could be entrusted.

“Good habit,” Song Huai said indifferently.

Wu Zhao Chang looked at Zhongshan Yan Wen again. “Long Shengjun is so crazy, using any means. General Zhongshan doesn’t have any ideas of slaughtering demons?”

Zhongshan Yan Wen was originally still angry, but seeing him like this, his emotions eased instead. “How can I, a commoner, intervene in the matters of Great Chu’s war?”

He looked back at Zhongshan Wei Sun and continued, “Since Long Bo Ji is already dead, there is no point in us staying here. Let’s part ways here—Wishing Anguo Gong prosperity in your military endeavors!”

He grabbed Zhongshan Wei Sun with one hand and disappeared into the long night.

Wu Zhao Chang sighed for a long time. “General Zhongshan’s steps are very urgent. He’s afraid I’ll collect the debt!”

Although Long Bo Ji was dead, Zhongshan Yan Wen’s promise could not be counted. Because the face of the Chu country had already been given!

Song Huai, who also owed a debt, only smiled faintly. “I just want to appreciate the Duke’s military might!”

“Enough idle talk, it’s time to get to the main point,” Wu Zhao Chang said to Song Huai and Jiang Wang. “Please wait here for a moment, allow me to sweep the courtyard steps and prepare a small banquet to invite you both to be seated!”

Obviously, he did not plan to let Song Huai observe the final battle of slaughtering Nandou and beheading Long Shengjun up close. He would only give him an opportunity to enter the secret realm for a banquet after the war.

Before his words finished, Wu Zhao Chang had already fallen onto the top of Du’e Peak.

The Chu army warriors, scattered all over the mountains and plains, instantly connected as one, their military evil intertwining with the mountain into clouds.

Du’e Peak had never had such thick fog, such thick clouds.

But one could see the military evil rolling and rolling, instantly transforming into a black evil dragon tens of thousands of zhang long, enough to swallow Du’e Peak. It roared lowly, turned its body, and with a breath, drilled into the middle of the Nandou secret realm!

That so-called Nandou gate, the great array barrier, was truly broken like thin paper.

Everything that should have been noisy or sharp was deeply hidden within the rolling, thick, smoke-like evil qi.

With a master of the military way like Wu Zhao Chang, holding a strong army and cutting through mountains, and having sealed the Nandou secret realm early on—This battle was completely without suspense.

“What are you looking at?” Song Huai looked at Jiang Wang, whose gaze was fixed not towards here. “Seeing inside?”

Jiang Wang said, “I’m analyzing the military evil a bit!”

Saying so, he added, “I also know a little about military matters.”

“After all, the relationship between the Chu country and the Jing country is not intimate. Whether it’s Wu Zhao Chang’s fundamental Dao principles or the warfare of the Evil Face Army, it’s not good for me to look too much,” Song Huai seemed to smile yet not smile. “With your connections, you could actually follow in to see, but you are being implicated by me.”

Jiang Wang withdrew his gaze. “Eastern Heavenly Master, I don’t understand your words. I have always held myself upright in Taixu Pavilion and have no relations with any force. Only private friendships, absolutely no representation of interests.”

Song Huai laughed. “Old man just appreciates this point about you. I said that you hold yourself upright, so the Chu country shouldn’t mind letting you watch from the side—What are you recording?”

Jiang Wang held up the green slip. “Eastern Heavenly Master is such a virtuous and prestigious figure. To be able to give me a fair evaluation and speak for me, of course, I want to record it. I am clumsy with words, and if people slander me later, I will know how to reply.”

Song Huai no longer spoke.

Du’e Peak was also silent in the cold night.

Thank you to book friend “Su Si Si” for becoming the alliance leader of this book! This is the 715th alliance for Hongxin Patrol Heaven!

Big brother, your name… I had to use Pinyin, searching for each word for half a day…