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At the same time, those once beautiful peach trees seemed to have lost their vitality.

It withered away quickly; in the blink of an eye, the once fairyland-like beauty was reduced to ruins, leaving only a lonely courtyard.

In the void of the ancient city of Confucian immortals, his original black hair instantly turned back to white, as if eroded by the vicissitudes of time.

With a whoosh, the figure of the Confucian immortal Gu Chen appeared in the seat of Fuqin and slowly sat down.

Wen Hujiu, Xiao Ruofeng, and Lei Mengsha exchanged glances. They all understood that the Confucian Immortal Gu Chen wouldn't live much longer, so they turned around without hesitation and flew out of the courtyard, leaving the remaining time to the master and disciple.

Only then did Baili Dongjun realize that something was wrong, and he hurriedly ran to the Confucian Immortal.

With a look of anxiety and worry, he asked, "Master, what's wrong?"

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Chapter Thirty-Seven: Gu Chen's Master

Gu Chen looked at the anxious Baili Dongjun in front of him, reached out and patted his head, and said gently:

“My disciple, I can no longer accompany you on your journey from now on.”

Upon hearing Gu Chen's words, Baili Dongjun was about to say something when Gu Chen interrupted him, saying:

"My disciple, don't speak yet, listen to what your master has to say."

Gu Chen's eyes were filled with emotion and reluctance as he continued:

"I was seriously injured in the great battle between Western Chu and Northern Li. Over the years, I have been suppressing my injuries with my own cultivation to survive until now."

Actually, I've known for a long time that my days are numbered, but I never expected to make it this far, and to be able to fight a strong opponent like you, young friend. It was truly exhilarating!

He took a deep breath and continued:

“My disciple, I am so glad to have met you, because with you, the Western Chu Sword Song can continue to be passed down.”

"I used to think that I was strong enough, and that no one was better than me in swordsmanship except for Mr. Li."

But after the Western Chu was destroyed, he suddenly realized that his strength was not strong at all, and he couldn't even protect a small Western Chu.

Furthermore, after his duel with that young friend, he suddenly realized that not only was his overall strength lacking, but his swordsmanship was also far from excellent.

As Gu Chen spoke, he shook his head with a wry smile, his eyes revealing a hint of loneliness and helplessness.

Hearing his master Gu Chen's words, Baili Dongjun felt a pang of sorrow in his heart.

Looking at the bitterness on his master's face, he was momentarily at a loss for words.

He understood his master's deep affection for Western Chu and his profound reflection on his own strength.

Gu Chen noticed Baili Dongjun's expression, smiled slightly, and tried to ease the tension.

He patted Baili Dongjun on the shoulder and said:

“My disciple, don’t worry about it. Your master is not so fragile that he needs your comfort.”

Alright, I won't say anything more. My only wish now is that you can carry forward the Western Chu Sword Song.

And I also noticed that you and that young friend seem to have a good relationship.

If you have any questions about swordsmanship in the future, you can ask him. He's indebted to me this time.

I'm sure he won't refuse to teach you; it would be best to learn his swordsmanship as well.

His swordsmanship was far superior to my master's Western Chu Sword Song.

If you can learn it, then I will be at ease.

After saying that, Gu Chen wanted to pat Baili Dongjun's head again, but before his hand could touch Baili Dongjun, his hand began to dissipate.

Seeing this, Gu Chen's expression changed slightly, and he then smiled wryly:

"Looks like it's time!"

Then he spoke again:

"Disciple, remember what I said, go find that young friend."

As soon as he finished speaking, Gu Chen's body completely vanished in front of Baili Dongjun, as if his existence was just an illusionary dream.

Baili Dongjun stared blankly at the spot where Gu Chen had disappeared.

He screamed with all his might, "Master..."

Tears streamed down her cheeks, dripping onto the ground and splashing into tiny teardrops.

At this moment, Baili Dongjun truly realized that Gu Chen had left him forever.

.....

After leaving the barrier of the Confucian Immortal Gu Chen, Yu Tian returned to the courtyard arranged for him by the Marquis of Zhenxi.

He closed his eyes and sat cross-legged, digesting the insights he had gained from this epic duel with Gu Chen.

Just as Yu Tian began to process this realization, after Wen Hu Jiu left the villa,

He wanted to find Baili Chengfeng to tell him what had just happened.

Xiao Ruofeng and Lei Mengsha walked silently back to the villa, still reeling from the intense battle they had just fought.

After a moment, Lei Mengsha came to her senses, stopped, and grabbed Xiao Ruofeng.

Pulled by Lei Mengsha, Xiao Ruofeng snapped out of his daze from the intense battle just moments before.

Looking at Lei Mengsha with some confusion, he asked, "What's wrong?"

Looking at Xiao Ruofeng's expression, Lei Mengsha also said with a troubled expression:

"You saw what happened just now. That Confucian immortal, Gu Chen, won't live much longer. Have you thought about how you're going to explain this to your father?"

Xiao Ruofeng looked at Lei Mengsha, who seemed troubled, and smiled, offering words of comfort:

"Don't worry, I definitely won't mention the matter of Demon 89 and Sword Immortal 39. 64,460"

After all, his strength is so terrifying; to be honest, I wouldn't dare say anything without his permission!

After hearing Xiao Ruofeng's words, Lei Mengsha's troubled expression eased slightly.

He was constantly worried about one thing: he feared that Xiao Ruofeng would report everything that had happened that day to his superiors without considering the consequences because of his status as a prince.

Doing so would undoubtedly anger that terrifying demonic swordsman, thus bringing about his own demise.

It should be noted that this Demon Sword Immortal does not seem to like the Eight Young Masters of Beili.

Moreover, this Demon Sword Immortal is different from the two sword immortals of Western Chu; he does not need to fight to the death to protect Western Chu.

In this way, the massive army was completely meaningless to him.

If they really anger him, they'll probably be forced to hide in the Jixia Academy, too ashamed to go out.

Xiao Ruofeng observed the change in Lei Mengsha's expression, a faint smile appearing on his lips, and said softly:

"Alright, now that the matter of the Confucian Immortal has been settled, our next task is to take Baili Dongjun back to Tianqi City."

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After saying this, he ignored Lei Mengsha and prepared to head towards the main hall of the Marquis's residence.

However, at that moment, Baili Dongjun's heart-wrenching screams suddenly came from the backyard, exploding in everyone's ears like a bolt from the blue.

Xiao Ruofeng also stopped and exchanged a glance with Lei Mengsha, both of them showing regret on their faces.

They knew all too well that this peerless Confucian scholar had departed, like a dazzling star falling from the vast night sky.

Even Yu Tian, ​​who was sitting quietly in the courtyard digesting her understanding, slowly opened her eyes and murmured softly:

"Senior Confucian Immortal, rest in peace! I have also received a favor from you this time. I will find the greatest master in the world for your disciple."

Immediately afterwards, Yu Tian closed his eyes again, as if he had just been conversing with the soul of the Confucian immortal.

Wen Hujiu searched anxiously for Baili Chengfeng, but before he could find him, he heard Baili Dongjun calling out, and a wave of worry washed over him.

He knew all too well that the passing of the Confucian immortal was undoubtedly a heavy blow to Xiao Baili.

Just as Wen Hujiu was filled with worry, Baili Dongjun's mother, Wen Luoyu, heard her son's mournful cries.

My heart clenched, and I hurriedly ran towards the direction from which the sound came.

She was eager to know what had happened.

When she saw Wenhu standing there, frozen in place, she immediately ran over and anxiously called out, "Brother! What's wrong with Dongjun?"

Looking at her anxious younger sister, Wen Hujiu forced a smile, trying to soothe her emotions:

"Xiao Baili only suffered minor injuries and is otherwise fine."

Immediately afterwards, Wen Hujiu told Wen Luoyu in detail everything that had just happened inside the barrier.

After hearing this, Wen Luoyu finally breathed a sigh of relief, gently patted Gao Feng, and complained:

"You've already vomited blood, and you're telling me it's nothing serious."

Do you really think it's a big deal until he loses an arm or a leg?

"Is what you just said true? One of the two envoys from the Outer Heavens is dead and the other is injured?"

"And the Confucian Immortal died after his battle with the Demon Sword Immortal?" Just then, Baili Chengfeng's surprised voice came from behind.