“I still couldn’t forget, so when the Tiger Dragon Treasure opened and it was an empty room, I returned to the Ouyang family estate. Later, I discovered the key: to open the Tiger Dragon Treasure, it must be done by the descendants of the Baili and Ouyang families. So I had Luo Qingcheng capture you and had Chen Tanghe find the Baili descendant. Now, only the final step remains,”
Gui Po’s eyes sharpened, and she said in a deep voice, “Sacrifice.”
Xi Fuhong snapped back to reality, looking at Gui Po in surprise.
“Behind this door is an evil spirit that can grant us any wish, but the price is a sacrifice.
The descendants of the Baili and Ouyang families must die!” Gui Po took a step forward and suddenly grabbed Xi Fuhong by the collar.
“Miss Ouyang, you’ve lived ten extra years, you should be satisfied.
Now it’s time for you to die!!” She suddenly let go, and Xi Fuhong watched helplessly as the grandmother she revered pushed her into the pool.
Everything seemed to slow down, and her last sight was Gui Po’s face filled with hatred.
The icy water engulfed her head, and Xi Fuhong stopped breathing.
She closed her eyes and stopped struggling.
It didn’t matter anymore.
Her life had always been a lie.
She revered the enemy who killed her parents and even took the blame for her.
Now she was forced to sacrifice herself to fulfill the wishes of those who had hurt her.
Yet, those who claimed to love her only watched coldly.
She saw it all.
She remembered it all… Xi Fuhong exhaled her last breath, sinking alone into the dark pool.
On the shore, everyone was silent.
Each person knew more or less about Xi Fuhong’s background, whether from Luo Qingcheng’s words or Chen Tanghe’s revelations.
Shi Cuiyan had also investigated a lot, but no one was willing to tell Xi Fuhong the truth, leaving her in the dark until she learned the truth from Gui Po, who had raised her for ten years and slaughtered her entire family.
Cruel.
Everyone present was so cruel.
“Since the sacrifice is made, we can open the door,” Gui Po said coldly, glancing at the pool before turning to the others.
Luo Qingcheng closed her eyes at these words.
When she saw Xi Fuhong being pushed into the pool, she didn’t dare to stop it.
Until the water calmed, her emotions also settled, returning to her usual coldness.
Chen Tanghe wanted to offer some comfort but didn’t know what to say, so he went to the door and pulled the iron ring to open it.
Xiao Qiyu stood still, her eyes fixed on the dark pool, her thoughts unknown, but the smile on her face was gone.
After a while, she could only turn and leave.
As they entered the door, ghostly flames immediately spread around to illuminate the cave, but a sudden strong wind blew them out.
However, ghostly flames are not ordinary fire, so how could they be extinguished so easily? Just as Xiao Qiyu was puzzled, a green light rose around them, revealing the entire hall.
There were no beams or carvings, just a very ordinary natural cave, but the temperature inside was unusually cold.
A layer of frost covered the stone walls, and in the center of the cave was a jar with a seven-star sword inserted in it.
“…What… has awakened… me…” A voice echoed, neither male nor female, as if mixed with many voices, uneven.
Gui Po stepped forward without hesitation and said, “We have come to ask the evil spirit for a wish.
Since a life has been sacrificed, I wish I had never met Ouyang Qian, that there was no connection between us, and that I never loved him.” After ten years of hesitation, she only hoped it was all a dream, and when she woke up, she would remember nothing, free from pain.
Chen Tanghe, seeing Gui Po speak so decisively, immediately stepped forward and said, “I wish the secret of the Tiger Dragon Cave treasure was never spread in Jianghu, that the rumors and gossip from the other day would disappear, and that I, Leader Chen, would not be rumored to be a fraud by the sect leaders!” His tone was agitated, unable to bear the rumors that destroyed his reputation.
Shi Cuiyan hesitated, about to speak when Xue Baihua stepped forward and said, “I only wish to cure the cold poison in my body, to be free from madness.” Her wish seemed trivial at first, but what method in the world could relieve her pain? If she had to be a mad Divine Doctor, she would rather die.
“I…” Shi Cuiyan clenched her fists, choking up, “I want to know where my master died… where his remains were finally buried.” After years of searching, the Tiger Dragon Cave treasure was finally in hand, but all she wanted was to know where her master was finally laid to rest, just to set up a memorial tablet and offer a good jar of wine.
Xiao Qiyu’s dark robe fluttered as she said lightly, “I only wish for Ling Xue to be spared from punishment.” After all this time, it was only to resolve a long-buried matter.
Perhaps Ling Xue would forget her after crossing the Naihe Bridge, but Xiao Qiyu’s guilt towards her would end here.
Finally, Luo Qingcheng looked at the jar and said calmly, “I want the last whip manual of the Luo Family.” From beginning to end, her wish remained the same.
She didn’t covet other things, call it stubbornness or foolishness, but she had always raised her thorns to avenge the Luo Family.
Now she had the chance to have anything, but it was always for the Luo Family.
What they wanted was the purest thought hidden in their hearts.
Love, hate, reputation, filial piety, life, transcendence, revenge… After removing the grand excuses, only the original wishes remained.
They had always sought the Tiger Dragon Cave… just for themselves.
It was selfish, yet not selfish.
Author’s note: Finally, the day has come!! Ah Fu has been thoroughly tormented (kicked) Tianyou’s story comes to a close here! I’ll continue writing the second half during the holidays, so please be patient, please be patient (escape).
☆ Chapter 66: Rare in the World
The valley is shrouded in clouds all year round, surrounded by mountain walls on all sides.
This valley has a name, called Wu Feng Valley.
In early spring, when everything is growing, a gentle breeze blows, carrying the freshness of melting snow.
Sunlight pierces through the thin mist, casting golden spots on the cliff walls.
Stretching upward is lush green grass, and cascading downward are several mountain springs.
After three years, the scenery remains unchanged, but the old wooden house from back then is gone, replaced by a newly built low house, standing quietly at the end of a stone-paved path, nestled in a paradise.
The owner of the low house is not inside at the moment but is working in the small garden behind the house.
“Seedlings are here! Fresh seedlings brought for you!” A childish voice came from afar, and a child with braided pigtails hopped over, carrying a bamboo basket on her arm, presumably filled with the seedlings she mentioned.
She ran to the backyard of the low house, smiling sweetly as she presented the basket, looking eager to please.
In the garden, a woman turned slightly, smiling sweetly.
Xi Fuhong, after three years of transformation, the fifteen-year-old girl from back then has now become a graceful woman.
Her figure has become slender, her features have matured, and the red marks on her face have faded significantly, leaving only a layer of pink.
When she smiles with her lips pursed, her eyes curve into crescent shapes, exuding a hint of innocence.
Though not a beauty, the clarity in her eyes leaves a lasting impression, free from worldly troubles, radiating pure kindness and beauty.
Equally rare in the world.
“No rush to plant today, the soil is still a bit hard,” Xi Fuhong said with a smile, holding a hoe.
The little girl squatted down and poked the ground, finding it indeed still cold and hard.
“How about I help turn the soil? You promised roasted sweet potatoes once the seeds sprout, and I want to eat roasted sweet potatoes soon.” The girl suddenly jumped up, taking the hoe from Xi Fuhong’s hand to work the soil.
“It’s not a magic peach; it won’t grow that fast,” Xi Fuhong laughed.
“The sooner you plant, the less you wait, that’s what Grandpa told me!” The girl worked hard to turn the soil, but after a long time, she saw no progress, eventually lowering her arms in frustration, frowning as it seemed the sweet potatoes would take a while to be ready.
Seeing her disappointment, Xi Fuhong was about to offer some comfort when she noticed a figure approaching.
The newcomer wore a purple-red silk dress.
