A gaunt and skeletal Ge Fei leaned against the tall Bao Jie tree, happily playing with his fingers.

He was indifferent, letting his king walk past.

The courtyard had just been swept, and already new leaves had fallen, rudely landing on his freshly combed hair.

He lifted his head, closed one eye, cupped his hands together, and rolled them into a hole. His open right eye then peeked at the sky light through this opening. He often played such games, watching the clouds roll and unfold, the sun set and the moon rise, finding endless enjoyment in it.

That heavy iron chain restricted his range of activity.

This withered and silent courtyard imprisoned his life.

Of course, he had no awareness of this. His consciousness was torn, half lost in the fog of ignorance, half sunk in the five mansions seabed; both places were dead lands.

The human body is the universe, even a True Monarch loses their way here!

So Gao Zheng naturally couldn’t find him. An Guo Gong Wu Zhao Chang personally came to see him, but without success. How could the esteemed Yan Dao True Monarch, a Great Chu Town Country Stronger, venture into Ge Fei’s five mansions seabed?

Invest too little power, and they might get lost. Invest too much power, and this body definitely wouldn’t be able to support it.

Ge Fei had been mad for four years.

He and Wu Ling, one dead and one mad, the fall of two heavenly prides, became a dangerous annotation in the Fallen Immortal Forest.

And those who, along with them, unfortunately died in the Fallen Immortal Forest, didn’t even have the qualification to be remembered in this way. Besides Great Chu Wu Clan’s Wu Ling and Yue Country Ge Clan’s Ge Fei, they were the unfortunate “etc.”

Once the hope for family revival, shouldering the nation’s future, a heavenly pride, personally taught by the Hidden Prime, favored by the Son of Heaven, the foremost in Yue Country, he had now been mad and foolish for so many years.

At first, some people still held out hope, thinking Gao Zheng surely had a way, thinking Ge Fei could create a miracle and return from ignorance. Four years passed quietly, and gradually no one mentioned it anymore.

Although Yue Country was not as large as Chu Country, it was also vast with rivers and a large population; new people were born every generation.

Although Bai Yu Xia abandoned the country and left, and Ge Fei was mad and foolish, Yue Country wasn’t without young people.

Now Prime’s nephew Gong Tian Ya, who had a reputation as a child prodigy since childhood, was currently studying at Mu Gu Book Academy, with his sword pointing towards the next Yellow River Meeting.

Of course, people like Bai Yu Xia and Ge Fei, once the country’s heavenly prides, should now be national pillars, succeeding people like Gao Zheng and Gong Zhi Liang in the future, assisting in politics for the country, and supporting the country’s power.

Now, however, a generation was broken, which was truly regrettable.

The common people of Yue Country now had such discussions — saying that Bai Yu Xia was forced to leave and Ge Fei was mad and foolish, and that behind it were Chu people’s conspiracies. It was said that the Chu people could not tolerate Yue Country’s talents.

Of course, the public ministers of Yue Country would absolutely not agree with this saying. Chu and Yue were harmonious, which meant the peace of the Fallen Immortal Forest. Chu and Yue were friendly neighbors, a thousand-year friendship. How could Chu Country not hope for Yue Country to be good?

Yue Country was also very friendly towards Chu Country, “treating them as elder brothers.” When Qu Zhong Wu came to Yue Country to apprehend someone, Yue Country directly tied up the remnants of Three Points Fragrance Building and sent them over. True Person Qu conveniently enjoyed the scenery, and the places he passed through were decorated with lanterns and ribbons.

These days, the Qian Tang River was rising, and Yue Prime Gong Zhi Liang still wrote a letter inviting Chu Country’s public ministers to view the tide.

The friendship between Chu and Yue has long existed, only the mountains and rivers do not speak.

Wen Jing Xiu sat alone in the back mountain, examining the chess game for a day and a night.

Ge Fei also rolled a narrow opening with his hands, looking at the sky for a day and a night.

Gao Zheng’s two disciples had different kinds of quietness.

Without speaking or talking, who could distinguish between foolish and stupid?

At the moment Wen Jing Xiu pressed a chess piece with his finger, Ge Fei in the courtyard suddenly had both eyes turn white, then change completely black, finally reverting to a murky state, still appearing foolish and dumb.

He grinned, saliva dripping from the corner of his mouth.

The vast river valley plain was swept over by the autumn wind.

Jiang Wang continued his journey westward.

He was a man with a heart as firm as iron, always knowing what he should do.

Now, Yu Yuan was a good battlefield; it was time for his True Person Jiang to greatly display his skills. How majestic was the Yu Yuan Great Wall; he should personally witness it. The boast of beheading eighteen foreign races was a promise that must be fulfilled. And there was still…

A long path of green rainbow folded back in the sky, hastily dividing the desolate river valley, cutting the flowing clouds into drifting, flying floss.

True Person Jiang’s movement technique was so astonishing that by the time he returned to Du E Peak, the Chu army on the mountain had not yet fully recovered.

“I’m looking for Zuo Guang Shu!”

After speaking, Jiang Ge Yuan’s posture was already very calm. He brushed off the corner of his clothes where there had never been dust: “Is General Zuo Guang Shu free now? I have a matter to discuss with him, trouble you to announce me.”

Zuo Guang Shu soon came out of the Nan Dou Secret Realm.

Holding a stack of thick military reports in his left hand and a brush in his right, the ink tip still dripping: “Big brother, what matter caused you to come and go so quickly?”

Jiang Wang lifted his chin: “Let’s go inside and talk.”

“Okay, you follow me. Military Commander Wu has already ordered this realm to be sealed. Anyone entering or exiting must be reported, and the verification process for transmission is complex—” Zuo Guang Shu said while leading the way: “You just follow me.”

The two flew into the Nan Dou Secret Realm. The Shen Xiao Phoenix Flag flew high, and a new order had already been established by the strictly disciplined Chu army. Jiang Wang casually asked: “How, are you getting used to the battlefield?”

Zuo Guang Shu looked at him with an indescribable emotion, lifting the military reports and brush in his hand: “Quickly, don’t mess around. I’m still tallying military supplies here. General Qu is waiting to check the accounts!”

Jiang Wang asked: “With your civil and military strategy, your general talent, is this all you do?”

“Otherwise?” Zuo Guang Shu countered: “Soldiers and horses move, grain and fodder first. Stable logistics are the greatest merit in the army! General Qu trusts me and only lets me do this—big brother, if you have nothing to do, just go to Yu Yuan first. I’m still busy here.”

Jiang Wang then said: “Do you still remember that Mei Yue you told me about last time?”

“Remember, why?”

“Have you seen her?”

“Seen her.” Zuo Guang Shu nodded.

“What did she look like?” Jiang Wang asked.

Zuo Guang Shu’s expression was strange: “She’s already dead, still want to look?”

Already dead…

Already dead.

“…Take me to see.” Jiang Wang lifted his head and looked at the sky, pursing his lips slightly, and said softly: “Will it not disturb your official duties?”

Zuo Guang Shu instantly had no inclination for jokes, and shook his head.

“Then… lead the way?” Jiang Wang looked at him, smiled slightly: “Go, why are you looking at me like that?”

Zuo Guang Shu casually put down the military reports and brush, and honestly led the way.

This time, the Chu army subjugated the Nan Dou Hall, and the corpses of the superhuman cultivators were all specially piled up. The rosters of the numerous cultivators of the Nan Dou Hall had to be matched one by one, whether they were killed or imprisoned, not one could be missed.

Even the corpses of the Chu army were not transported away on the spot, but had their identities verified one by one before being sent back to Chu territory, to prevent fakes from mixing with the real and borrowed corpses returning souls.

All the corpses were transported to Seven Kill Star. It was quiet, cold, and disturbed no one.

Following Zuo Guang Shu to this place, Jiang Wang’s biggest feeling was loneliness.

Strange peaks stood abruptly, and strange rocks were rugged. The mountains and seas were lonely, and the desolate beach stretched for ten thousand li.

This was the place where Yi Sheng Feng had lived from childhood to adulthood after seizing his dream of ascending to immortality.

On a vast planet, only he and Lu Shuang He lived, not even a servant.

Only one hall was built on the mountaintop.

Seven Kill Hall itself was also cold and icy, without any human spirit. There were absolutely no traces of anyone having lived here.

Or perhaps there was that little exception—on the huge corridor pillars in front of the hall, there were some mottled scratches. They were obviously a child’s graffiti, not much strength, and the engraved marks were not deep. The lines were messy, without any specific meaning.

Judging from the age of the marks, they should be Yi Sheng Feng’s “works” from his childhood.

Imagine this: a young child, sitting alone in the silent great hall. No one to talk to him, no one to play with him. His life was only the sword, only his own “fight” for the path to immortality.

Perhaps he had innate coldness, but after all, he was still small, and he would surely have times of fear, loneliness, and boredom.

How would he pass the time?

Would he think of his childhood by Feng Creek?

At the bottom of the corridor, there was a large area that had been scraped blank.

Perhaps young Yi Sheng Feng had once engraved something here, but later scraped it all off—what did he write?

Jiang Wang swept his eyes over it, not trying to guess.

The deceased are gone. Grace and grudges are all of yesterday.

When he thought of the phrase “the deceased are gone,” he unconsciously pressed the hilt of his sword again.

When Zuo Guang Shu lightly said “arrived” in front.

He then woke up, changing the press to a stroke, as if comforting his heart that was as firm as a Dao.

There were not many Chu army soldiers stationed on Seven Kill Star. Perhaps affected by the atmosphere of this planet, they were all taciturn.

Zuo Guang Shu had enough authority, so he didn’t need to say much. He pushed open the door in front—the corpses of the superhuman cultivators outside the Nan Dou Hall were in this room.

Some cultivators who appeared in the Nan Dou Secret Realm for various reasons were all lying here for the same reasons. Of course, most of them were from Three Points Fragrance Building.

No matter what kind of people they were before life, how flourishing, after withering, they were all equally lonely.

“Still want to look?” Zuo Guang Shu asked.

“Ah?” Jiang Wang subconsciously straightened his clothes. Then he said: “Naturally. Yes. Let’s go in and look. I’m a little curious, you know.”

Zuo Guang Shu raised his hand and helped him adjust his hair crown slightly. He said softly: “Brother, I’m sorry, I didn’t know beforehand that you knew—”

“No, no!” Jiang Wang lightly stroked Zuo Guang Shu’s back, comforting him: “You do what you should do, there’s nothing to be sorry about. You are the Great Chu little duke, you must live up to Chu Country. I—don’t know. I should not know. I was just suddenly a little curious, heart fragrance first, aren’t you curious?”

Zuo Guang Shu then said nothing, and pushed the door open to enter the hall.

In the middle of the hall, screens were simply used to separate several areas. They came to the area near the wall on the right side.

Seventeen corpses were displayed here. Simple straw mats were placed under the corpses, and a layer of white cloth covered them. These dead were all people from Three Points Fragrance Building.

All the information could have been seen at a glance by Jiang Wang, but for some reason, he was unwilling to see too clearly. So he counted them one by one.

Seventeen cultivators from Three Points Fragrance Building, due to their cooperation with Nan Dou Hall, died in the Nan Dou Secret Realm.

Zuo Guang Shu led the way, walking straight to the very front.

This corpse was placed alone at the very front, meaning her status was the highest, she was the most valuable, and also the one that could count for the most merit.

“Just this one,” Zuo Guang Shu said.

He reached out to lift the cloth, but his hand was caught by Jiang Wang.

“I’ll do it,” Jiang Wang said.

“…Okay.” Zuo Guang Shu silently stood to one side. He thought for a moment, then walked outside again, leaving some space.

“You still come,” Jiang Wang said again.

Zuo Guang Shu then walked back again.

“Brother, is this person very important?” Zuo Guang Shu said: “Why have I never heard you mention her? If I had known earlier, I could have found a way—”

“Let me look,” Jiang Wang said.

Zuo Guang Shu said nothing, slowly squatted down, and lifted open that white cloth.

For an instant, Jiang Wang very much wanted to close his eyes, but he stared fixedly—

He saw a beautiful face, but it was absolutely strange.

“Is she Mei Yue?” Jiang Wang asked.

“Yes. She is Mei Yue. I saw her with Sister Shun Hua earlier,” Zuo Guang Shu felt a little strange in his heart. He found that this woman Mei Yue, although her face was the same whether alive or dead, gave people a completely different feeling.

Perhaps it was because of that pair of eyes?

When that pair of eyes were open, autumn waves flowed, reflecting red and containing smoke, adding twelve points of charm. Now her eyes were tightly closed, and all life force was gone. She was still considered a beautiful person, but it was very difficult to match her with the heart fragrance first.

The Great Chu little duke obediently squatted down halfway on the ground, carefully looking at Jiang Wang: “You haven’t seen her?”

Jiang Wang lightly exhaled: “Yes, it’s the first time I’ve seen her.”

Zuo Guang Shu also unconsciously let out a long exhale: “I thought you knew her—damn! You scared me!”

Jiang Wang simply squatted down beside him and reached out to touch his own forehead: “I met a woman with a bad head on the road who said some confusing things to me. Maybe I heard wrong, I also thought this Mei Yue was someone I knew. Ha!”

He smiled: “Actually, thinking about it, it’s impossible.”

How could the Jade True Female Nun of Wash Moon Nunnery be related to Three Points Fragrance Building?

True Person Jiang calmed down and understood instantly. He carefully looked at the face of this Mei Yue from Three Points Fragrance Building.

Indeed, he found no familiar outline.

Only that pair of eyes…

That pair of eyes were tightly closed, and he couldn’t see anything.

He reached out and covered the white cloth for her.

No matter what, the dead are important.

The two of them squatting here looking at a corpse was somewhat impolite.

Zuo Guang Shu tilted his head and looked at his big brother: “The person you mistakenly thought it was, is she very important?”

Jiang Wang just squatted there, thinking very seriously for a while. Finally, he said: “It shouldn’t be considered very important. But there are indeed some debts that haven’t been cleared.”

“Who owes whom?” Zuo Guang Shu asked.

“Both owe a little,” Jiang Wang said.

He paused, then sighed again: “Not just a little.”

Zuo Guang Shu was very curious: “Then this person—”

“Alright!” Jiang Wang patted the back of his head: “Don’t you still have military duties? Hurry up and get busy! Don’t make General Qu wait too long, or he’ll punish you for delaying military affairs!”

“Am I afraid of that? You don’t know my status! I’m mainly giving Military Commander Wu face.” Zuo Guang Shu smiled coldly, stood up, patted his buttocks, and then walked quickly outside.

“Guang Shu.” Jiang Wang’s voice sounded behind him, a little hesitant, but ultimately serious: “If one day you lead troops and encounter a woman named ‘Miao Yu,’ please spare her. I owe her a life.”

Zuo Guang Shu waved his hand, then rushed out of the hall, and it was unclear if he heard.

It was past eight o’clock in the evening.

Thank you to book friend “Temple Meet Miao Yu” for becoming the alliance master of this book! This is the 717th alliance for Red Heart Patrol Heaven!