Heart Survey

Chapter 2775 The World Knows
"The famous King Qin Guang was actually a hysteriac—"

With a hairpin in her hand, Rakshasa Mingyuejing's beautiful eyes sparkled, and she still smiled charmingly: "We've never met before, so what old grudges could we possibly have?"

She couldn't say she hadn't heard of the infamous King Qin Guang, but she certainly didn't take him seriously.

She is a direct disciple of Abbess Dengyi of Xiyue Nunnery and the owner of the Sanfenxiangqi Pavilion. Her partners are either powerful rulers like Xiong Ji, ambitious rulers like Hong Junyan who aspires to unify the world, or rulers of the Pingdeng Kingdom who aim to overthrow the world…

Her targets were either the State of Jing or the State of Qi, aiming to dominate the world and bring disaster upon herself by destroying the state. Her ambition was to transcend worldly affairs!
No matter how talented Qin Guangwang was, a commoner who pioneered the art of incantation, after the disbandment of the Gate of Hell, he was a lonely ghost in the world—and could no longer catch her eye.

Why did they suddenly jump out and demand "settling accounts"?

The crux of the matter isn't the "account," but that this wasn't a chance encounter. Yin Guan's attitude shows he's been waiting for this moment... Today, the other party was unprepared and she stumbled right into their trap!

Gou Jing knocking on the door was the beginning of a deadly trap.

This seemingly righteous scoundrel is actually as cunning as a devil. From the moment he knocked on the door until now, every word and every action has been a trap.

Ultimately, the cursed poison within her body continued to develop, and by the time she realized it, it had spread to this extent.

This flower has withered!

Luocha Mingyue knew that her life in Jing Kingdom had come to an end, and her plans for Jing Kingdom had come to naught. If she lingered and disturbed Tang Xianqi, it would be more than just burying a few flower seeds.

She made up her mind to give up everything at Sanfenxianglou, rebuild it from the past, and wait for someday in the future in the best possible condition.

Of course, before that, she still wanted to figure out what accounts Yin Guan wanted to settle with her, and to determine the extent to which Yin Guan had done so... She couldn't just let everything go without knowing the details, only to fall into the same trap again in the future.

Yin Guan strolled forward, his voice leisurely: "Our organization's retired Styx boatman was casually wiped out. No one has ever given me an explanation for this."

Do assassin organizations even have retirement programs?

They've already "retired," so what does it have to do with you anymore?

Who is this Styx boatman? What does he have to do with me?
Rakshasa Mingyue was completely baffled, with one question after another swirling in her mind, yet she didn't know where to begin.

Fortunately, Yin Guan had the patience to cultivate poison and was happy to answer her questions.

“Chen Suan is dead, his body was dumped in front of me, and then the people from Jing Shi Tai arrived... Such a blatant frame-up.”

Yin Guan sneered: "The people of Jing Kingdom never need a reason to do things, but now they've prepared a reason for us, as if they're afraid we won't start a war."

Having traversed countless miles of emptiness, he has arrived through vengeance, stepping into this boudoir and directly reaching out to rip out her heart: "You all deserve to die—you're playing with my life."

A hundred ghosts roam over a single hairpin, while Yama, the King of Hell, walks amidst the azure flames.

An ordinary incense room in the Three Fragrance Pavilion has been transformed into an unparalleled battlefield.

Gou Jing's unwavering loyalty was evident in his loud voice as he drew his sword and retreated sharply: "Chief, be careful! This vixen is extremely vicious. Let me test her methods for you!"

Rakshasa Mingyue was so angry her teeth ached – "Why don't you step forward? You're practically backing into the street!"

She was even more furious about the undeserved disaster of "disposing of Chen Suan's body"—what did this have to do with her?
Now I understand the whole story—all the good deeds done by the Equal Country have been blamed on her.

But she couldn't very well step forward and say that Song Huai was the one who did it—with Xiong Ji still trapped in the ancient starry sky, Song Huai was her only backup plan. Revealing his identity now would do her no good whatsoever.

Moreover, Yin Guan's repeated use of "you" clearly indicates that he has already decided they are in cahoots. Ultimately, the massacre of Wei County, the death of Chen Suan, and even the battle at Xiyue Garden all involve the Pingdeng Kingdom, and she cannot escape responsibility.

As Rakshasa Mingyue held her hairpin, it swept across her face—in an instant, the entire boudoir, adorned with red and pink makeup, faded to black and white. Vibrant, rich colors flowed beneath her hairpin, like a celestial river stretching across the void.

Red, orange, yellow, green, cyan, blue, and purple—these colors are interwoven to create different hues of life, dismantling all gazes cast upon this place into a chaotic mess.

All who come here will be filled with awe and wonder.

Even the hand that Yin Guan reached for her heart was stained with color, becoming multicolored.

"You understand that Jing Kingdom's attitude towards you stems from their inherent arrogance, not from who gave them a reason. We are all victims of the Hegemonic Kingdom, so why should we turn against each other with swords drawn?"

She gripped her hairpin and said firmly, "These are matters of the martial world; let them be settled within the martial world. If you truly feel wronged, I will give you an explanation!!!"

A green light flashed in Yin Guan's eyes, and the colors on his hands withered and fell off like peeling skin.

"When faced with other people's mistakes, I'm used to seeking redress myself. The explanations I get are always insincere!"

"And of course, there's one more crucial reason—"

His hands were wrapped in emerald light, and he tore the river of colors apart as if tearing a piece of colorful silk: "A big client has placed an order with me. The economy is bad right now, and there's nothing we can do in business."

"People die for wealth, birds die for food! If you had said that earlier, I wouldn't have bothered to understand!" Rakshasa Bright Moon Pure was quite carefree, grabbing her hairpin and leaping forward: "But don't think this deal is so easy. You have to leave something behind when you face me, Rakshasa Bright Moon Pure!"

The diverted colors seemed to be unfurling flags for them.

At this moment, Rakshasa Mingyuejing displayed her heroic spirit in the face of adversity, and she did not mind letting the younger generation see how they, the "older generation," had gotten to where they were today.

There's nothing wrong with hitmen taking jobs. But they should at least know who they shouldn't mess with!

But Yin Guan's figure disappeared.

The hairpin's vital point turned out to be empty.

Only a single, emerald-green flame remained, swaying in place.

Amidst the flickering flames, the shadows of the Yama Palace swayed. King Qin Guang sat upright on his large chair, coldly observing the scene as if he had never been there!

Rakshasa Bright Moon couldn't muster any desire to kill the Netherworld; instead, a chill ran down her spine as she looked down at herself.

The flower seed she inhabited, this life of Xiao Lian... somehow, had become a lush green expanse.

Its body is like jade, terrifyingly gleaming. It is afflicted by external poisons and internal miasma, and is invaded by curses and evil spirits.

Luocha Mingyue clearly realized that her body was beyond saving, and she could no longer cause Yin Guan any harm.

The curse is so potent, it's almost unbelievable!
As it withered away, Rakshasa Bright Moon raised her eyes and smiled: "I'll accept that this flower has faded, but you've allowed me to take away a bit of spring's beauty!"

She pointed her finger towards the distance, her skin a vibrant green.

Gou Jing, who had already retreated to the outer room, was suddenly covered in colors!

He looked as if he were wearing a flashy outfit, with butterflies fluttering all over his body.

Rakshasa Bright Moon watched with satisfaction as Yin Guan flew into a rage in the Yama's Palace, pointing his halberd in this direction—

"You Rakshasa vile wench! How dare you cut off my hands and feet!"

To her dismay, Yin Guan remained unmoved despite his anger and accusations. His slogans were loud and clear, but he took no concrete action. Her design, which she had been inspired by, failed, and she could not "blend" with the cursed ancestor.

The dignified incense-offering envoy of Jidu, Gou Jing, who was present in the realm of gods, was overwhelmed by color under the watchful gaze of the Rakshasa Moon.

"I've at least recovered some of the interest and made up for a bit of the disgust..." Rakshasa Mingyue thought to herself. Then she saw that Gou Jing, who had fallen to the ground, suddenly had his skull open, from which a wisp of smoke flew out and spread in the air, transforming into a refined-looking man.

Although it is a ghost, it shines in the daylight.

He was upright and righteous, and his eyes were full of light.

He's not a ghost cultivator at the Divine Descent Realm at all! He's clearly a ghost at the Cavern True Realm level!

This being casually grabbed a prostitute, who transformed into a ghostly figure, donning his robes before reverting to his Gou Jing appearance. He stumbled and ran out of the building, shouting for help: "Where are the Eagle-Winged Iron Guards? I have already pledged allegiance to your master, secretly investigating Rakshasa Bright Moon Pure for him. Today, that wicked woman has arrived!"

His face was covered in blood, his hair was disheveled, and he held a sword, displaying unwavering loyalty and courage: "I have risked my life to entangle her. Quickly report to the court and request that they send a master swordsman!"

"Good! Good! Good!" Rakshasa Bright Moon Pure was actually somewhat relieved!
"To be watched by the mighty King Qin Guang, and to have such a treacherous character hide in the building, it was only fitting that I met this calamity. I plotted for the world, and the world plotted against me—this chapter of my life ended without regret!"

She viewed the entire nation as the foundation of her path, yet her own power was coveted by a scoundrel like Gou Jing. Human nature is indeed treacherous; retribution is swift indeed.

All the rich past experiences are colorful resources.

She closed her eyes with a smile.

But in the next instant, her green neck was suddenly gripped tightly!

Although her body was dead, she was gripped by a force that pulled at her senses, causing her eyes to open wide.

She saw Yin Guan, who had just been sitting upright in the Hall of Hell, now close at hand. All her thoughts and senses were gripped tightly; Yin Guan was choking her green neck as if he were strangling a young seedling… pinning her to the wall!

"I've already come up to you, do you think I'm just here to cut off a part of your life?"

His handsome face had already entered her field of vision, his long black hair dancing in the emerald flames. His voice, however, grew colder: "You don't actually think... I only poisoned him today?"

Rumble, rumble!

As if struck by thunder, all sorts of doubts from the past exploded in Rakshasa Bright Moon Pure's mind.

The poison, like sand at the bottom of a river or grime in water, rises to the surface, stirring up memories of the past.

Only at this moment could she realize where the problem she had been vaguely aware of lay—

Those life-giving merits that were nurtured in the True Yang Cauldron... were wiped out by her overnight!

At that time, she chose to sever ties with Sanfenxianglou and decisively took all her accumulated wealth with her. Little did she know that she was already being targeted.

Yin Guan made his move so early, so before.

Jiang Wang waited for her on Baoxue Peak back then.

That's when the curse should take effect.

But at that time she retreated and yielded.

Now that she has reached the pinnacle of power, and with her sword wielding the transcendent Jiang Wang, she no longer dares to confront him head-on. She has also waited for the cursed poison within her to grow stronger, finally invading her entire past, her entire life!

Today, Gou Jing's meticulously planned poisoning is merely a pretext to divert attention.

The truly deadly curse had already occurred before today. What poisoned Xiao Lian's life was merely a trigger; the accumulated evil curse was meant to corrupt Rakshasa Mingyue Jing's past!
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……

Mount Kakubu, the World-Free King Buddha Temple.

The Great Chu National Preceptor, Master Fan, was sitting on the high threshold, eating a steamed bun.

He is very hungry.

After the battle in Elysium ended, he kept eating.

The Emperor of Great Chu, Xiong Zidu, personally delivered steamed buns to him—the buns were steamed by the Duke of Yu, Qu Jinkui, and there were three hundred baskets in total, which were both vegetarian and spiritual offerings.

The fire at Huangliangtai is still burning, and piles of spiritual wheat are being ground into powder. Master Fanjue can eat it forever, until the seas dry up and the rocks crumble.

"Grand Preceptor, how do you think I treat you?" Xiong Zidu sat with him on the threshold and asked with a smile on his face.

Fan Shijue was busy eating a steamed bun and nodded in affirmation.

"Then tell me—" Xiong Zidu hooked his arm around his shoulder: "Is it me who treats you better, or your junior brother?"

Master Fanjue hummed and mumbled without saying a word.

Xiong Zidu then asked, "Who are you closer to?"

“My junior brother and I are family. I’m just working for you.” Fan Shijue kept chewing, but his words were clear: “Although you are willing to pay me, I will send all the money I earn back home.”

"The Imperial Preceptor is truly a Buddha!" ​​Xiong Zidu was not offended and praised him highly: "His words are all Zen."

“There’s no such thing as a fake Buddha,” Master Fan replied casually, then suddenly turned his head and asked, “What’s that noise?”

Tap tap tap, tap tap tap.

The sound of the wooden fish being struck in the temple grew increasingly urgent, creating a sense of pressing need.

“Oh, it’s that merit-accumulating wooden fish.” Xiong Zidu didn’t even turn his head. “It’s engraved with the ‘Sutra of the King of Freedom’. Striking the wooden fish is like reciting the sutra. My old man had it specially made. It absorbs the essence of the sun and moon and moves perpetually to help him accumulate merit.”

He shook his head and added, "I usually find it noisy, so I carved a silencing magic circle on it."

"Then why is it making a sound now?" asked the Brahma Master.

"Maybe it's broken," Xiong Zidu said.

He casually summoned the wooden fish, placed it on the ground, and gazed at it thoughtfully.

It kept ringing, the little mallet striking faster and faster, almost creating a phantom.

Bang!
But Master Fanjue stopped it with a punch.

It's quiet now, much more comfortable.

Fan Shijue continued to eat the steamed bun.

“You can’t be lazy when chanting scriptures.” He mumbled, “My master said that spiritual practice requires being down-to-earth. You can fool Buddha, but don’t fool yourself.”

Xiong Zidu was silent for a moment, then laughed heartily: "The Imperial Advisor is right!"

He looked at the Buddhist monk with a smile and said, "Why don't you just throw these useless things away?"

After a moment's thought, Master Fanjue asked, "Is it mine now?"

Xiong Zidu said, "Do as you please."

Master Fan swallowed the steamed bun in two bites, wiped the wooden fish with his sleeve, and gently wiped it with his hand, changing the "Sutra of the King of Freedom" on the wooden fish to the "Sutra of the Three Jewels Tathagata". He also changed the two words "eternity" to "pure and profound".

He handed it back to Xiong Zidu, saying, "Find someone to fix it later."

Xiong Zidu asked with great interest, "Didn't the Imperial Preceptor say that one shouldn't be lazy when reciting scriptures?"

Master Fan took a bite of his steamed bun: "I was supposed to recite it, but not reciting it is just laziness."

“My junior brother didn’t originally intend to recite, but I used this to help him recite; this is called accumulating blessings.”

He added earnestly, "My junior brother is so busy, how could he have time to chant scriptures himself?"

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Back then, Abbess Dengyi held the inheritance of Xiyue Nunnery in one hand and the Paradise Palace in the other, with the support of the Qi Kingdom behind her. The Three Fragrant Pavilion she created had an astonishing start.

The original Rakshasa woman was the most beautiful woman in the world. Kings and generals were her guests. Masters of the world were her visitors.

However, Sanfenxianglou remained merely a brothel and never became a force to be reckoned with.

It was only after Rakshasa Mingyue Jing took over that the Heavenly Incense and Heart Incense Offerings were divided, forming a tight organizational structure and possessing the potential to become a top-tier force in the world.

It was under the control of Rakshasa Mingyuejing that the Three-Part Fragrance Pavilion truly took root in Chu.

At the height of their cooperation, Emperor Xiong Ji of Chu appointed Tianxiang Yelan'er as the representative of Chu's pride to participate in the Yellow River Conference.

This is no longer a simple cooperative relationship; they practically regard the Sanfenxiangqilou as the Chu family's own!
Afterwards, he killed Gao Zheng, destroyed the Nan Dou Palace, escaped the State of Chu, plotted the downfall of the State of Qi, and sought the transcendence of the Buddha, the King of Freedom...

It can be said that Xiong Ji had made the most of the rise and fall of the Three Fragrance Pavilion.

Conversely, the tacit understanding and trust between Rakshasa Mingyuejing and Xiong Ji is also unique.

When all hope is lost, this is the escape route she will inevitably think of!
but……

Got no response.

She struck the wooden fish drum, continuing until the mallet broke and no one listened.

Xiong Ji once told her that the State of Chu was the eternal home of the Sanfenxiangqi Tower, and the Great Chu Imperial Family was the eternal ally of Luocha Mingyuejing.

The sacred implements used for practice, offered at the temple of the Living Buddha, were used as tokens of the alliance.

She never actually thought she would need to use it one day; someone like her would never allow herself to be driven to a dead end.

But what's even more ironic is...

It didn't work even after I used it.

"The clouds and the dog are ever-changing, and vows of eternal love are but a fleeting illusion."

"Don't say that people's hearts are not as calm as water; Heaven's will has never been perfect!"

Rakshasa Bright Moon laughed loudly.

At the end of their rope, they laughed with sudden enlightenment.

At the cusp of countless past events, a bright moon rises high in the sky.

A beautiful figure appears in the bright moonlight.

The singing faded into the distance, the dancing grew distant.

Rakshasa Bright Moon Pure learned from the lessons of her master, Lamp Yi, and never let herself be consumed by deep emotions. She cultivated the "past" in order to seek the present. She cultivated "Ultimate Bliss" solely for herself.

Her strongest supernatural power is "bringing disaster to a country," and her core path is "beauty."

The complex world is full of vibrant colors.

People often use the phrase "bring disaster to the country and the people" to describe an exceptionally beautiful woman.

Only the Dao fruit that brings ruin to the country is worthy of the "red" of a beautiful woman.

She has acquired the supernatural power of "bringing disaster to the country" and walks in the contemporary era of the new beginning of the Daoist calendar. She wants to use the national system to generate the richest resources and walk a path that truly reflects the world.

Her "past" has long been cultivated, and her "paradise" has long been complete.

He only needs one last Dao fruit to bring ruin to the country before he can transcend all the "past," attain "extreme bliss," and leap to the pinnacle, achieving true perfection and supremacy.

All colors merge into white; the clamor of colors, in the end, is a bright moon as white as snow.

This bright moon shall hang above the mortal world. From this day forward, no evil shall provoke it, and no law shall be able to evade it.

The so-called "bright and clear moon" is indeed true!

However, at this very moment—

Countless memories of the past, amidst the surging tide, are all steeped in emerald green.

A pool of spring water is poisonous.

She wanted to ride the bright moon away, but the snow and moon reflected in the blue water also reflected a blue color.

If she were at her peak, even with the curse poison spreading for so long, she could have easily contained it. Although Yin Guan was the first to open the path of curses and held the title of Yama, his experience was still shallow, and he would not fare well against her.

She could have stopped the curse from spreading if she had severed ties with a few pieces of the past in time. Instead, as she is now... a moment's inadequacy in responding led to a wildfire burning dry grass, and all the past was trapped within the curse.

The illness had reached its terminal stage, and the poison had penetrated her very being; it was beyond her ability to cure herself. Only two people in the world could cure her: the Eastern King Duke and Qi Guan Zhen.

What she needed to do was not get entangled with Yin Guan here; any decision made in the name of anger would be a mistake. She should suppress the curse and leave quickly.

In the bright moonlight, the Rakshasa is about to take flight.

Under the bright moonlight, an elderly scholar in a tall hat and wide belt strode forward.

Yan Sheng, the former Grand Tutor, a great scholar, and the teacher of Gao Zheng of Qiantang!
He also quelled the disasters and once suppressed the dream capital. For so many years, he has been pursuing the pure and bright moon of the Rakshasa.

Now, at this crucial moment when Rakshasa Mingyuejing is summarizing the past and attempting to escape it, she stands at the crossroads of her destiny... like a monument that says "No Passage Allowed".

Rakshasa Mingyue's face was like a blot of mixed oil paint, her figure reflected in the moonlight: "How many years... Old Master Yan is so persistent!"

Ever since she killed Gao Zheng at the Qiantang River embankment, her path has never been peaceful. Wherever she appears, Yan Sheng will rush to her aid.

Even the most devoted man in the world had never had such perseverance.

"Where the truth lies, there is no turning back." Yan Sheng has traveled thousands of miles over the years, and the dust of the journey has buried his gray hair, but his expression is so calm: "I am seeking the truth about Gao Zheng's death."

"The truth?" Rakshasa Bright Moon sneered: "The world knows!"

In peacetime, it would be unseemly for the State of Chu to directly assassinate the Prime Minister of Yue. However, Gao Zheng's survival, coupled with his exceptional political talent, often brought new troubles to the State of Chu.

The Fallen Immortal Alliance had been a thorn in the side of the Chu Kingdom for many years. Before officially sweeping through the Fallen Immortal Forest, the Chu Kingdom did not want to tolerate any more trouble.

By having Luocha Mingyuejing use the pretext that the Yue Kingdom had unjustly targeted Sanfenxiangqilou to forcibly kill Gao Zheng, many things would fall into place naturally.

If things were somewhat unclear before that, the tacit understanding between Luosha Mingyuejing and Xiong Ji after the coup at Qingshi in Linzi was already common knowledge.

Even if she confesses, what difference will it make?

Could Shushan possibly block the gates of the State of Chu, and could Yan Sheng possibly cause trouble for Zen Master Yongheng?
“At the ancient water management conference, the River-Suppressing True Lord said something that I deeply agree with: If justice only resides in the hearts of the people, does it truly still exist?”

Yan Sheng flicked his sleeve, brushing away the colorful specks that resembled flying mosquitoes, and strode forward: "I don't want the world to know in its hearts. I want the world to see with its own eyes, to hear with its own ears, and to know clearly with its own mind!"

“There are many things in the world that are common knowledge! What’s the point of making things so awkward?” asked Rakshasa Bright Moon Pure.

"Perhaps times have changed, and now people often measure answers by value. They always ask whether it's worth it."

"To be honest, I don't know. I don't know how much my old life is worth."

All I know is that my student is dead, murdered.

Yan Sheng's white beard hung quietly, while his crown and sash fluttered: "The answer itself is the meaning."

This is truly a stubborn old man; he won't give up until he achieves his goal.

The Yue Kingdom is no longer the Yue Kingdom it once was, and no one will speak up for Gao Zheng.

But the world should hear the voice of an old man.

He stood above the bright moon and threw a punch at the Rakshasa Moon.

His fists were withered and thin.

Thin flesh clung tightly to the bones, just like the only truth left in his regretful life.

Gao Zheng is a cultivator capable of reaching the pinnacle, yet he confines himself to the Dongzhen realm for the sake of his country. He is a politician extremely adept at exploiting order, securing a future for the Yue Kingdom within the gaps of the rules, leaving the Chu Kingdom helpless like a mouse trying to pull a tortoise.

He was the most outstanding prime minister in the history of the Yue Kingdom!
He did not die from his foolish offense against Rakshasa Mingyuejing, but from the "nothing else to do" of the Chu state.

That's the significance of the answer.

This fist is old and frail, yet it is incredibly powerful.

Even the wrinkles on the back of his fists were taut like a bowstring stretched taut by a full moon.

Then the fist strikes the center!
Rakshasa Bright Moon Pure gathered her colorful hand armor, flipped her palm to bring out the Yin-Yang Furnace, and met the fist that had traveled across mountains and rivers with a defense that was impenetrable to Yin and Yang.

Then the furnace overturns, then the fire goes out, then yin and yang separate, then the colors peel away—

She and the moon were blasted back into the water!

"go back!"

Yan Sheng, still standing above the source of the disaster, roared with aged fury, his voice echoing across the ripples of a pool of spring water.

Rakshasa Bright Moon Pure is not someone who makes excuses for herself.

But at this moment, she couldn't help but grit her teeth—

If she were in good condition, and if she hadn't been so deeply poisoned, how could she have been unable to withstand the old scholar's fist and been smashed back at him?
But even this small complaint is a luxury for her.

Why should she be distracted by such things?
The rushing water drowned out her hope.

A cold hand reached into the surging tide of the past, trying to scoop the moon's reflection from the water, and pulled her up by the neck—

She was still in the Jidu Sanfenxiang Tower, still in "Xiao Lian's" boudoir, still being slammed against the wall.

But her face was no longer Xiao Lian's.

That past has been completely poisoned.

Her face was a constantly changing array of colors, reflecting different facets of the world she observed and the ways she tried to escape... but all of them were suppressed.

Even in such a disheveled state, she was still a masterpiece of art when hung on the wall.

A touch of emerald green had already filled her beautiful eyes, making them appear like jade.

This color surpasses all others.

"I never imagined that I would end up falling into your trap."

She looked at Yin Guan and said, "I thought that even if I were to die, it should be Jiang Wang who drew his sword."

Yin Guan's long, slender fingers gripped her neck like iron hoops, silently watching the spread of the curse. That self-destructive power was gradually eroding the woman's chances of resistance.

"Don't question my expertise," he said calmly.

“Then…” Rakshasa Mingyuejing seemed too exhausted, slowly closing her eyes, but then suddenly opening them again: “Kill me!”

At this moment, a strange glint of fate appeared in her emerald eyes—

Those were thin, moving lines of blood!
Resembling both fish and insects, they are connected by distant destinies.

The Rakshasa Bright Moon cultivates pure bliss for its own sake, never for the salvation of anyone else.

Just as every piece of the past she repaired was for the sake of mending the present, the entire operation of the Three Fragrance Pavilion was for her own benefit.

The Three Fragrant Pavilions scattered throughout the world are all offering sacrifices to the True Yang Cauldron. The True Yang Cauldron, which refines countless strands of Primordial Blissful Qi to obtain a single drop of Longevity Merit, is all the resources she uses for cultivation.

Such precious resources, the reason she didn't keep them all to herself, but chose to share some with the fragrant beauties in the building... was certainly not because she loved flowers so much.

Growing flowers is a practical endeavor.

She set a "flowering season" for these fragrant beauties, and when the flowering season ended, it would be her time to "eat the fragrance".

Of course, she didn't devour these people, nor did she absorb their cultivation levels; she only reclaimed the "fragrance" she had initially given them. Everything else the Fragrant Beauty received could be retained. This was her magnanimity.

After the blooming season ends, the beautiful woman either becomes an incense burner or renounces worldly desires and goes to the Pure Land of Ultimate Bliss.

She was always very patient and would never prematurely break any branch.

But when faced with a life-or-death situation, nothing else matters.

Her emerald eyes had already stirred the lifeline of the fragrant beauty, hence this captivating red!
"You must be used to seeing heroes. They make choices, defend their paths with swords, and then accept the consequences, accepting their losses."

With her eyes, now infected by the curse, Rakshasa Mingyuejing calmly looked at Yin Guan: "I'm different from them. I won't admit defeat. I'm capable of anything."

She can use these fragrant beauties as a supplement to her battle.

Their fates can also be intertwined... their lives intertwined.

The fragrance of the pavilion is seven parts heavenly fragrance and eleven parts heart fragrance. Of course, now that the flowers have faded, it is no longer complete.

Moreover, she had no intention of getting involved with some of them at all.

For example, those few that were captured in Linzi.

The moment she drew her sword, Linzi immediately reacted. Even if she escaped Jidu City, she would face certain death.

Others, however, need not be worried about.

Among them was a person named Meiyue.

She once told Meiyue, "Your love must be reciprocated."

For Yu Meiyue herself, the reward was not important.

The important question is: what reward will she receive for nurturing Meiyue into a fragrant beauty and sparing her life?

Now is certainly not the best time to trade, nor is it when the potted flower is at its most fragrant and vibrant.

But she had no other choice.

So, right now... give it a try!
Let's see if Mei Yue's feelings for the Demon-Slaying Heavenly Lord can win her a chance to escape.

It can be said that Mei Yue's love was not in vain, and it can also be said that the Demon-Slaying Heavenly Lord was not entirely unmoved.

These jade-inlaid red eyes are truly beautiful, their beauty tinged with a coldness.

But the Yin Guan reflected in those eyes was just a swift and decisive chop into her heart!
She was hanging on the wall, her body bent backward, blood gushing out like a fountain.

"That's too much of a coincidence. I'm not like those people you've met who care about the world." Yin Guan said calmly, "Even if you had the whole world bound to you."

"What does it have to do with me?"

"I'm going to kill you, and that won't matter what you do."

As the Rakshasa Moonlit Blade pierced her heart, large swaths of color flowed out, representing the path she was dissolving.

She looked at Yin Guan with difficulty and incomprehension: "You made this decision without even asking the person involved? Mei Yue, who is the most popular girl in Xinxiang, knew him in Maple Forest City!"

Please respect my professional ethics.

Yin Guan raised an eyebrow slightly: "I'm collecting debts for myself and taking on jobs to make money on the side. Do I have to consider his feelings? Do I have to consider a woman he doesn't even know if he remembers? I'm an assassin, not a nanny."

With a twist of his hand, his five fingers snapped open like five knives, about to tear his body apart.

Rakshasa Bright Moon Pure Does Not Believe!
Without hesitation, she snapped a life string to prove her resolve to the other party.

She will drag everyone down with her; she will show no mercy, and she is not bluffing!

The first one she chose was the Heavenly Fragrance No. 1!

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Even the most flourishing times eventually fade.

The bloodline in Rakshasa Bright Moon's pure jade eyes drifted along her destiny, burning out like a candle wick—only to be suddenly grabbed by a hand that reached out and seized both broken ends.

A woman at the end of her life is born perfect and flawless.

Even now, sitting in front of the blue stone screen wall, looking up at his fate and facing a life-or-death crisis, his posture, angle, eyes, and smile are just right.

It is the finest fragrance that Rakshasa Bright Moon Pure has cultivated over the years.

The tall old man standing next to Ye Lan'er, dressed in the robes of a Celestial Master from Penglai Island, cast a cold gaze upon this place with his bright eyes.

Ye Lan'er, who once fought Chen Suan to the death... has actually defected to the Jing Kingdom!

Moreover, it was Song Huai, the Eastern Celestial Master, who personally protected him, which shows how much importance he placed on him.

At this moment, Rakshasa Bright Moon Pure felt no anger, only a sense of wistful realization, "Just as I thought."

The Three Fragrant Pavilions, scattered throughout the world, are indeed dispersed across the land.

How similar it is to the process of her being dismembered.

"Regarding my apprentice Chen Suan—" Song Huai stood there, gripping the blood thread in his hand, his question chillingly cold: "Do you have anything to say to me?"

If she spoke out, she would die immediately; if she didn't, the other party mercifully preserved her possibility of resistance.

Rakshasa Mingyue suddenly closed her eyes.

Song Huai raised his hand almost simultaneously.

He plucked the life string and also pulled the bloodline directly out of Rakshasa Bright Moon Pure's eye!
……

In the fragrant tower of Jidu, the Rakshasa Moon's pure eyes were stained with blood.

This forced flower-plucking not only failed to provide the "fragrance" needed for combat, but also caused Song Huai to damage his very essence once again, compounding his injuries.

Their already weak ability to resist has been reduced to rock bottom.

Song Huai's appearance might be a hint—

She, who is skilled at rewriting the "past," has not only been corrupted by Yin Guan, but her entire past is probably also being watched.

Perhaps when she took the initiative to sever ties with Sanfenxianglou, those people had already gone their separate ways. When her plans in Linzi failed, her past was shattered.

She couldn't afford to break those fragrant beauties who had been operating in various places for so long, since who knows who might be standing next to whom.

Only the newly promoted Fragrance Beauty can still give it a try.

That woman who offered her body as a sacrifice actually became a prostitute, and even commoners could taste her lips, creating the ultimate example of a fragrant beauty being utterly depraved...

A woman like that would make everyone in the building frown; no one could possibly take her in as their pride and joy.

Luocha Mingyue's clear eyes shifted, and she broke another string, intending to use this "fragrance-eating" to gain the power for a final showdown with Yin Guan.

……

She saw a mirror, and a woman putting on her makeup in front of it.

The jade-like branches with their icy skin and jade-like bones, the fragrance of the Three-Part Fragrance Pavilion, is now the fifth in the heart.

Her face was as white as frost, her lips too bright, and she kept applying rouge—

The woman was also looking in the mirror, and Rakshasa Bright Moon felt herself being watched!
Perhaps due to her extreme weakness, at this moment, Rakshasa Mingyue Jing had a huge illusion in her heart: the flower branch in front of her, which she could manipulate at will, was like a predator feeding on her.

What she saw in Qiongzhi's eyes was undisguised greed...hunger!
She longed to taste its aroma, but the other person wanted to devour everything about her.

"Elder..." Qiongzhi covered her lips with a handkerchief, her voice trembling with shyness, "May I have this body as a gift?"

Luocha Mingyue was stunned for a moment before realizing that the "boss" the other party was calling was not her, but Yin Guan, who was currently choking her and piercing her heart!
This most terrifying assassin in the world has planted more than one pawn in the Fragrant Pavilion, and even made it to the position of Fragrant Beauty!

Is there truly a paradise on earth? Even the Fragrant Pavilion is not a pure land.

Gou Jing, who had escaped outside the building, was still shouting for help.

Inside the boudoir, a drenched water ghost crawled out from the bloodstains on the ground, uttering a fawning voice: "It is only right and proper for your subordinate to risk your life for your leader, and I ask for nothing in return! But if you do not wish for the remnant soul after killing this wicked woman, your subordinate can collect it for you, guaranteeing it will be clean and safe, leaving no trace."

Even before Rakshasa Mingyuejing died, her body and soul had already been divided up.

At this point, she had no more thoughts.

As long as there is a way forward, she will try to walk it.

What is the price of unrequited love? I doubt Jiang Wang is completely indifferent!
She closed her eyes once more, snapping the lifeline of Meiyue—

Clang! Clang!

The sound ceased like the broken strings of a pipa.

Her eyes opened, filled with astonishment—

She saw nothing; the thread of fate she was bound to had no end on the other side of her destiny.

Meiyue has disappeared!
This woman does not exist in this world; she is far removed from the blooming season of mortal life, disappearing from any time and space that her destiny could reach.

The bloodshot lines in Rakshasa Bright Moon's eyes all drooped, like a drooping beard, like fallen leaves.

She stopped searching for the answer. The answer was the meaning of life, but it meant nothing to her.

Flowers bloom and fade in their time, but since you left, they are no longer the same branches as before!
Her failure was all in vain, and her death was not a return to the dust of spring.

At this moment, all the hues fade away, and the dust and water wash away the superficiality.

The mixed colors on her face, like silent tears, streamed down her cheeks.

She stared blankly into Yin Guan's eyes—

She hadn't looked in the mirror for many years, yet she knew how beautiful she was.

But at this moment, in the eyes of that absolutely ruthless killer, in the mirror reflecting the leaping emerald flames, she saw herself so clearly.

After the colors faded, her true appearance was revealed... she was still the Taoist instructor at the Jixia Academy.

This face is beautiful.

It is breathtakingly beautiful, a beauty that leaves one in awe.

This face is real; every feature—eyebrows, eyes, lips, and ears—is captivating.

This past is real.

After so many years of spiritual practice and so many lives she has lived, all that remains in the end is this "truth".

The days living in Linzi, the days teaching at Jixia Academy, the sweet moments in the Wenyu Water Pavilion, the times spent under the flowers and the moon...

Do not!
Rakshasa Mingyue suddenly opened her eyes wide and reached out her hand in the air, as if she had grabbed something.

How could she let Jiang Wuxie complete his revenge, leaving her still bound by that emotional bond at the very end?

She, Rakshasa Bright Moon, could lose to fate, to Buddha, to the Demon-Subduing Heavenly Lord… but she could not lose to her own weak heart. Such a strong woman, remembering her master's lessons, determined to transcend, gazing towards eternity, how could she be a defeated dog in the arena of love, so weak and pitiful!
But her hand suddenly stopped in mid-air.

At the end of her life, that thread of love was in her hand. Before she died, she could finally break it, but her hand... wouldn't listen.

"That's enough. Why deceive yourself?"

Above the cursed river, under the bright moon of color, Qin Lian suddenly smiled with relief.

She could not deny Jiang Wuxie's love, nor could she deny her own heart.

"If it can't be solved... then let's not try."

Her hand fell to her side.

There's no such thing as winning or losing in matters of the heart.

Heartbroken people never meet heartbroken people.

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I filled in some more plot holes today, and this book is nearing its finale. If there are any plot holes left to be filled, or any you're looking forward to seeing, please let me know in the comments.

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