I heard you had a white moonlight who died young.

The biting wind swept across Bing Nandong's wounds. He kicked the already cold corpse off the sword, and blood splattered onto him, but he didn't even blink.

The sword was broken in half, with only half of it remaining.

Previously, when Bing Nandong went to find Fan Zhiyi, who had already sacrificed himself as an immortal, he fought a great battle with the people of Tianyun Sect. The sword developed ice cracks, so it was expected that it would break during the battle because it could not withstand the spiritual power struggle between its master and the enemy.

Bing Nandong, without any emotional fluctuation, used the broken sword to sense the other half of the blade, rummaging through the corpses. Black ghostly energy occasionally seeped out from his body and entangled him.

Once again captured by the Tianyun Sect, Bing Nandong learned to be patient and forbearing.

He wanted revenge, for Fan Zhiyi and for Zhuang Yujing.

This hatred burned like a fire in his heart, fueling the growing ghostly aura around him.

This is exactly what the Tianyun Sect leader wants to see. He wants Bing Nandong to become stronger and stronger through the ghost energy, so that Bing Nandong can become the key to the Ghost Gate. And he only needs to control Bing Nandong to dominate the entire cultivation world.

But just as Bing Nandong was slowly making his plans, he overheard the disciples of Tianyun Sect talking about how they were going to go down the mountain to wipe out the remaining rebels of Jiuwanli.

Because Zhuang Yujing insisted on investigating the truth behind the Ghost Gate, the sects led by Tianyun Sect, who agreed to select keys for the Ghost Gate, seized the opportunity to massacre Jiu Wanli and other sects that opposed the selection.

In this massacre, the former sect leader of Jiuwanli sacrificed himself to help Zhuang Yujing and He An fight their way out and escape.

The disciples who participated in the massacre were excitedly talking about who had cut off the arm of the young master of the Nine Thousand Miles Sect, causing him to bleed profusely. They said that the man was definitely not going to survive, and even if he did, he would be crippled.

Bing Nandong didn't believe it. He didn't believe that Fan Zhiyi had just left like that, nor did he believe that Zhuang Yujing would be gone like this.

But as time passed and days went by, Zhuang Yujing never appeared again. With his flamboyant personality, it was impossible for him to remain inactive after these sects wiped out his entire clan, unless he was already gone.

Zhuang Yujing is dead.

Bing Nandong finally came to terms with this reality, and he finally became a killing machine for the Tianyun Sect, taking poison and antidote on time every day, following the sect leader's instructions, and enduring Murong Xiao's insults.

He won't die, but he can still feel pain.

Furthermore, since the time was not yet ripe, he could only endure it until he was able to turn the tide in one fell swoop.

After some time, Bing Nandong gradually felt all his senses drifting away from him, leaving only hatred driving his body.

Upon hearing news of Jiuwanli again, Bing Nandong disregarded any need for restraint and the potential consequences, and immediately rushed over.

Zhuang Yujing is indeed still alive. He saw him, but he didn't want to see him again.

The setting sun disappeared behind the mountain peaks beside Bing Nandong, leaving only the deep orange sky. Bing Nandong stood in the backlight, his figure outlined in black.

He was covered in blood, indistinguishable between his own and someone else's. The ghostly aura emanating from him absorbed the negative emotions of this land, which had just been ravaged by battle and stained with blood, and then merged into Bing Nandong's body, in a continuous cycle.

Bing Nandong appeared unmoved. He silently picked up the other half of the sword from the ground and wiped the blood off his body.

found it.

I thought I'd never find it again.

Bing Nandong lowered his eyes to look at the broken swords in his two hands, then walked towards the Tianyun Sect without any expression.

"Bing Nandong!"

The calls from behind did not stop Bing Nandong. Zhuang Yujing limped along, struggling to catch up with him.

His left sleeve was empty, tied in a knot for easier combat. The fierce wind blew Zhuang Yujing's hair and clothes, all mixed with blood, sticking to his body, making him very uncomfortable.

"Bing Nan Dong." Zhuang Yujing was running too fast and tripped over something, falling heavily to the ground.

He wanted to get up immediately, his hands covered in blood from scrapes, making them slippery. Zhuang Yujing looked at Bing Nandong getting further and further away, gritted his teeth, and decided that even if he had to crawl forward, he would crawl to Bing Nandong's side.

He An caught up in time: "Sect Master!"

He An was also filthy, his clothes were torn in many places, and the wounds were exposed, making him look extremely disheveled. He immediately helped Zhuang Yujing up and stopped her from going any closer.

But Zhuang Yujing still wanted to get closer to Bing Nandong, and He An advised, "Sect Leader! Sect Leader, everyone is waiting for you. Tianyun Sect knows that the people we sent out have succeeded, and they will send out a new batch soon. We have to move to another place immediately!"

Zhuang Yujing gritted his teeth and glared at Bing Nandong, shouting, "Bing Nandong, you're coming with me!"

Bing Nan Dong finally stopped and turned to look at him. His gaze was filled with ghostly energy, and his eyes were exceptionally desolate and lifeless.

His hair flew behind him. Bing Nandong said, "No, He An, take him away."

"What nonsense are you spouting? If you're not coming back with me, do you want to go back to that hellish Tianyun Sect?"

"..."

Zhuang Yujing lowered her voice, almost pleading, "Bing Nandong, Fan Zhiyi and your master certainly wouldn't want to see you like this. You've come to help me this time, but Tianyun Sect won't let you off the hook." With that, she stretched out her hand to Bing Nandong, "Come with me!"

He had never asked anyone for help. Even when he lost an arm, even when he witnessed the destruction of the sect he had grown up in, even when he was being hunted down, even when he was living in the open, Zhuang Yujing had never asked anyone for help.

Upon hearing this, Bing Nandong merely raised one corner of his mouth slightly, his eyes filled with mockery: "It's too late."

"There's enough time!"

"Zhuang Yujing, who do you think you are? We've already lost 90,000 li, where would we go with you?"

"I am rebuilding the Nine Thousand Miles, and in Bingnan Dong, wherever I am, you will surely be there too!"

“You’re as naive as ever.” Bing Nandong gripped his short sword tightly, the blade slicing through his palm, blood dripping onto the ground. “I can’t go back. My hands are covered in blood, including the blood of the man who severed your arm. Do you know how he died? He severed your arm, so I severed all four of his limbs, watching him writhe and struggle on the ground until he breathed his last. And those who participated in the massacre, those who harmed Fan Zhiyi—I won’t let a single one of them go!”

Zhuang Yujing listened with a furrowed brow, a surge of grief and indignation welling up inside him, making him unable to hold back his shout: "Me too, so you should be on the same path as me, not..."

Bing Nandong's laughter grew louder and louder. Then, he suddenly frowned, turned away, and ignored him.

"Bing Nandong, Bing Nandong!" Zhuang Yujing screamed desperately, trying her best to rush up and grab him.

But He An held the person tightly and dragged them in the opposite direction from Bing Nandong: "Sect Master! There's no time!"

"Leave now, the people from Tianyun Sect who are coming to kill you are about to arrive again," Bing Nandong said.

Zhuang Yujing frantically stretched out his hands, trying to break free. He glared fiercely at He An: "Let go! Let go!"

“Zhuang Yujing, we’ve always been enemies, since childhood, and even more so now. Leave me alone,” Bing Nandong said. “Let’s go.”

"Sect Master! Bing Nandong won't leave with you easily now. If we delay any longer, the remaining members of the Tianyun Sect will..."

Zhuang Yujing finally stopped struggling and stared at Bing Nandong's back with a complicated expression: "Bing Nandong, I will not give up on you. You must live before we meet again."

"..."

Bing Nandong stopped again. He held the broken sword, looked at the dirty sachet tied to the end of the sword, and gripped it tightly in his palm.

Extra Chapter Six: Two Little Ones

As the sword pierced Lu Changfu's heart, Bing Nandong saw a look of relief on Lu Changfu's face.

This expression was particularly striking on his face. He fell to the ground, limbs outstretched, allowing the sword to pierce him even deeper, pinning him to the ground.

"I lost," Lu Changfu said with a smile. He still looked at Bing Nandong with the same tenderness as before, just as when he had competed with Bing Nandong and lost.

Do you regret it?

“What’s there to regret if you make the wrong bet?” Lu Changfu smiled. “Life is meaningless. We come into this world aimlessly and go nowhere. Death is a relief for me.”

"Speaking of which, I just remembered something." Lu Changfu looked up at the sky, blood seeping from his mouth, but he still smiled and continued to ramble on.

"Do you remember that incident from when we were kids? I was standing to the side watching two disciples fight. They were fighting so fiercely, it seemed like they wouldn't stop until one of them died. I could have seen how it would end, but you showed up and stopped them, and even scolded me, saying that as the senior brother, I hadn't fulfilled my responsibilities and hadn't restrained the behavior of my junior brothers and sisters. Do you know that I was the one who started the fight? Also, when we were kids, you caught me butchering rabbits, and you scolded me again, telling me that it was wrong. Thinking back, I was often lectured by you when we were kids, so later I started imitating your emotions and actions, trying to imitate you and learn to be a normal person."

Bing Nandong stared at him with cold eyes. Even though they had grown up together since childhood, even though they had known each other for many years, even though he had regarded him as a confidant, he could never see through what this person was thinking.

Lu Changfu's pupils shifted, his gaze focusing on Bing Nandong's face: "I'm finally going to die, Nandong. After I die, don't bury me, just cremate me."

"..."

Lu Changfu chuckled softly again and peacefully closed his eyes.

Bing Nandong drew his sword, no longer looking at him, but looking in another direction.

Fan Zhiyi ran away after lingering here for too long.

He needs to find a way to make people willingly let themselves be captured and brought back, so that they will never have the thought of running away again.

Bing Nandong left without looking back, and a ghostly fire rose up on the spot, burning everything inside to ashes.