Dusk Returns to the Ruined Building

Whether in the martial world or in the mortal realm, the difficulty lies not in the road ahead, but in one's own inner obsessions.

The infatuated leader Gu Yebai was like this, as was the ruthless monk Wu Yuan, and even Mu Qiu, whom Wu Yuan saved from death, was like this.

Mu Qiusi had a scar on his face, a scar from broken bone, which split his face in two.

In reality, it wasn't Wu Yuan who did it, but Wu Yuan knew who had struck with that sword.

In the misty, dark night, Wu Yuan, through his desperate rescue, revealed to Mu Qiu Si a false truth, a question that had troubled Mu Qiu Si for hundreds of years, and of course, hatred.

Mu Qiusi traveled all over the martial world, even to the ancient Miao region, all to find the person who had killed him with a single sword strike years ago!

Fate is truly amazing.

When Mu Qiu was on the verge of death, his enemy fought to the death to save him. The hatred that Mu Qiu had harbored for hundreds of years burst forth like water from a burst dam, and of course, dissipated in the end.

Mu Qiusi was unaware that the truth was false, but the hatred in his heart disappeared.

When Mu Qiu learns the truth someday in the future, will the hatred in his heart rekindle?

The answer is definitely no, because at this moment, Mu Qiu had already let go of his resentment towards death.

"Oh, I thought you were dead. I don't have many friends in the martial world. One left Jianying City, and another almost died in Luowu Ancient City!"

Mu Qiu opened his eyes again. After the young monk left, he didn't move. This place was probably the safest place, and he was letting go of the hatred in his heart and didn't want to leave.

"It's you. He's left you again?"

"Hmph, he's never even come close to me!"

"Haha... What's going on? You've waited for him for almost a hundred years, and judging from your tone, it's all been for nothing!"

"Do you know why the Ten Thousand Demons Sect has always been unable to defeat the Ji family? The Ji family members are all big liars. If you encounter any members of the Ji family in the future, don't believe anything they say or do, whether it's their words or their appearance—it's all fake!"

Mu Qiu was taken aback upon hearing this.

"What do you mean? Explain yourself!"

"The Illusion Emperor who went to the Ancient Miao Domain is not the same Illusion Emperor that you and I met in Sword Welcome City. I don't even know who the man I love is anymore? Or even if he exists at all?"

The person sitting on the wall above Mu Qiusi's head is Jiang Mengyin, the heroine of Tianshui. She is holding a flute, and hanging on the flute is Mu Qiusi's bloodstained mask.

That mask was obtained from Gongsun Qingmu; to be precise, it was stolen!

"Mengyin, I didn't understand!"

"The Ji family's Illusionary Dream Cloud is too powerful. Moreover, it's not just the Illusionary Emperor who has cultivated to the Great Perfection realm. There are also the Nine-Story Tower, Sword Welcome City, and the Ancient Miao Domain from back then. The Illusionary Emperor might be one person, or he might be two people. He has deceived all of us!"

Mu Qiu lowered his head and pondered for a long time. After a long while, he exclaimed in surprise:

"Oh no! Qingxue is in danger! Mengyin, you must save her!"

"What's wrong now? I don't want to get involved in this mess between good and evil!"

"There's also a member of the Ji family in Luowu Ancient City who has mastered the Illusionary Dream Flowing Cloud technique. She wants to kill Qingxue!"

"Sigh, how did Qingxue fall in love with the Ji family? I made a mistake, and I can't let her make the same mistake, otherwise I would really be letting her mother down. But I need to see what you look like first. Wearing a mask all the time, how am I supposed to know if the Ten Thousand Demons Sect will create two of you to play tricks on me?"

Jiang Mengyin, the heroine of Tianshui, gracefully landed, her flute emitting a faint glow.

"Ah...you, you..."

Jiang Mengyin was so frightened that she took three steps back, clutching her chest to calm her wildly beating heart.

"You're disappointed, aren't you? You should have expected this!"

Mu Qiu died smiling, but his heart was truly bitter!

"Alright, hurry and save Qingxue! Don't let her die!"

Jiang Mengyin threw the mask directly to Mu Qiusi.

"You should still put it on. The ghost mask makes you look more human. Let's go, be careful of White-Clad Illusion Dream, he's definitely not a good person!"

Jiang Mengyin flew away.

After a long while, the masked man picked up the mask in his hand, smiled bitterly, and wanted to put it back on.

"It seems the Lu family of Boling has a rule: the mask and the head must land at the same time!"

The masked man was startled by what he heard and turned to look at the figure outside the alley.

"Brother Ji, it's been a long time!"

"Hmph, you should have said it was better not to meet!"

"You must have overheard my conversation with Mengyin, right? Are you really the Brother Ji I know?"

Beyond the deep alley lies the Illusion Emperor, no longer the white-robed Illusion Dream, but a person wearing a mask, also from the Boling Lu family, a black-faced clown, somewhat strange, yet the masked man recognized him at a glance as the Illusion Emperor, relying solely on his inner feeling.

"Sigh, Mengyin is still the same as she was back then, impulsive and naive, and still so immature. There are some things that are better left unsaid. Why tell others?"

"It seems Brother Ji is planning to kill them to silence them?"

Mu Qiu put on the ghost mask. He didn't want to die, at least not here, but he seemed powerless to do so.

"Alas, like Mengyin, I don't have many friends in the martial arts world. Since I didn't kill her, I naturally won't kill you either."

I'm only here to remind you that some things are better left unsaid. Speaking them out could kill you. Your own death isn't the worst thing; the worst thing is that your loved ones will die!

The masked man's expression changed drastically:

"You, you can't—touch—her!"

The masked man clenched his fists; he was truly furious.

"Hmph, that red figure in Snowfall City is truly captivating. Brother Mu, you'd better take care of yourself and learn to cherish what you have!"

After the black-faced clown, Illusion Emperor, finished speaking, he left. The masked man slowly loosened his fist and let out a soft sigh.

"What exactly are the Ji family members doing?"

The ancient city of Luowu is really lively tonight, but none of the guards have shown up, making the ancient city of Luowu feel eerie.

Xiao Youxin was stopped by Baili Zhao. The person Xiao Youxin wanted to chase was not Mu Qingxue, but Shen Yichen.

"who are you?"

"who are you?"

Xiao Youxin and Baili Zhao asked the same question at the same time.

In the misty rain along the long street, two people stood to the east and west, quietly gazing at each other.

“The person pushing Mr. Mo Fan’s cart at Wulang Academy, we seem to have no grudges between us, so why do you have such strong murderous intent towards me?”

"I thought you'd continue pretending to be a little monk. You've killed too many people, shouldn't you repent before the Buddha?"

"Sigh, I've killed so many people with these hands that I don't even know which family's remnant you belong to anymore!"

How did you manage to completely transform yourself?

Xiao Youxin smiled slightly.

"This is my true face. I have never changed my appearance or altered my features. That's too childish. There's no point in lying. Sooner or later, I'll be exposed!"

Baili Zhao was taken aback upon hearing this; he truly couldn't fathom Xiao Youxin's situation.

"If you want to die, hurry up and do it. I still need to go find someone!"

Xiao Youxin seemed indifferent yet anxious, but he really wanted to find Shen Yichen. With Mu Qingxue there, he had no reason to leave, but now that Mu Qingxue had left, he had an excuse.

Baili Zhao took a step back, clenched his fists, and gathered them in front of him, his true energy rapidly converging into his fists.

A bright light flashed, and lightning crackled around Baili Zhao's fists, enveloping his entire body in electric light.

"Oh, this is quite unexpected. So you're a remnant of the Cloud Spring Tomb Cottage!"

Xiao Youxin clasped her hands together, her body shimmering with a strange white Buddhist light.

"Thunder Fist!"

With a roar, Baili Zhao unleashed two bolts of lightning from his fists, shooting straight at Xiao Youxin.

"Hey, you don't even know who your enemy is, yet you dare to come here seeking revenge. Is this how Zhuo Mofan instructed you? It seems his leg was broken in vain back then; he didn't learn a single lesson!"

Baili Zhao's expression was initially very serious, but when Xiao Youxin disappeared in the lightning, his expression turned horrified, and he murmured:

"How...how is this possible?"

Baili Zhao couldn't understand how the person he had locked onto with his lightning power could suddenly disappear.

"Hey, don't you know at all why I didn't kill you back then?"

Xiao Youxin appeared and struck Baili Zhao on the back with a palm.

Baili Zhao's aura instantly dissipated, and he collapsed to the ground, spitting out a mouthful of blood.

Baili Zhao turned his head and looked at Xiao Youxin in shock.

"You, how did you do that?"

"Hmph, a dying man doesn't need to know. I bet you've already told the Chosen One, Ji family, about the Wind Tower under the Emperor Tree, right?"

Upon hearing this, Baili Zhao's expression changed drastically!

"Who, who are you people?"

Baili Zhao suddenly realized that he had made a big mistake. In the Fortune Tower, Xiao Youxin deliberately let him recognize her, with the aim of making him tell Shen Yichen about the Fengling Tower under the Ji family's Emperor Tree.

"Bai Lizhao, the sole heir of Yunquan Tomb Lodge, do you think we don't know that? Hahaha, we've been waiting for this day for five hundred years!"

Xiao Youxin is gone, Baili Zhao is dead, but Baili Zhao never knew how he died. The force that killed him came from the ground beneath his body, but Xiao Youxin did nothing at all.