Chapter 57 The So-Called Ending "The knife is right under your nose—" Wei Xu pulled the bandage on his hand angrily, "Don't you know how to dodge or fight back?" Jiang Yu frowned, but didn't dare to be too aggressive: "Then you can't catch the knife with your bare hands, right?" Wei Xu snorted and said viciously: "This is how you should remember it next time!" He couldn't tell Jiang Yu directly about his anxiety. He didn't believe that the dagger in Wen Ren Huai's hand was just an ordinary dagger. After all, the other party had been the lord of Lingdu for nearly twenty years. It was not impossible that he really had some magical weapons and treasures that they didn't know about. In that situation, he didn't have time to think carefully, his body reached out before his brain and grabbed the dagger that caused the most trouble. Jiang Yu just opened his mouth, but Wei Xu glared at him angrily, and he closed his mouth again. She knew very well that arguing with Wei Xu at this moment would not have any good results. At this time, instead of arguing with him, it would be better to figure out what Wen Ren Huai was trying to do. As it turned out, the dagger in Wen Ren Huai's hand was just an ordinary dagger. He was kicked away by Yuan Heng. He lay down and coughed up a few mouthfuls of blood, looking at the two people who suddenly appeared at the door. His mouth was full of blood, and the bright red blood slowly dripped from the corners of his mouth onto his already stained clothes. He was in no mood to wipe his face clean. The dagger that he had subconsciously pulled out of Wei Xu's hand was now lying at his feet.
It was an ordinary dagger, the most ordinary dagger made of the most ordinary iron. And he, the user who was not ordinary compared to ordinary people, was just an ordinary person compared to Jiang Yu at this moment. He raised his head and tried to turn over, lying flat on the ground, his chest rising and falling violently: "Immortal Venerable Qingyun and Sect Master Song have come to visit my humble home, which is truly a great honor." Immortal Venerable Qingjun frowned and looked around the venue at the destroyed and somewhat familiar formation, then set his sights on his daughter standing in front of the team. He and Song Lian followed him. Apart from the collapsed gate, there was no third person behind them. Song Hui and Song Lian are undoubtedly the two pillars of support for Yuan Heng and his companions, allowing them to finally breathe a sigh of relief. Yuan Heng and the others put away their swords and bowed in unison: "Immortal Honored, Master/Sect Leader." Wei Xu also symbolically bowed to them, motioning them to look at Jiang Yu who was still staring at Wen Ren Huai thoughtfully in front of them. He couldn't control her anymore. He hoped that Song Hui, her father, saw what happened and went back to teach her a lesson. Life is the most important thing. Jiang Yu also turned around at this time, put away the sword in his hand, and imitated Yuan Heng to bow to the two people who had just arrived: "Daddy, Sect Master." Song Hui walked over a few steps and although he didn't say anything, he grabbed Jiang Yu's wrist and looked her up and down. Wen Ren Huai, who was lying on the ground waiting to die, saw this scene and suddenly burst into laughter. His throat was blocked by the gushing blood, choking him and causing him to cough repeatedly, with blood splattering everywhere. He raised his eyes and looked at Song Hui's jaw: "As expected, as expected." He smiled, grinning and squinting his eyes: "Immortal Venerable Qingjun, under the rules of heaven, some existences are not reasonable, such as an evil demon who attempts to replace heaven--" He paused intentionally, both to keep the other party's attention and to give himself a break from the unbearable pain. Rarely, Song Hui and Song Lian remained silent and did not try to stop him. "For example, the second savior of the same era." He continued, turning to look at Jiang Yu, "When you are in trouble, someone will save you. Wherever you appear, there will be injustices that you will flatten. You love the world and the people, and you will definitely be the heart of tens of thousands of people." Jiang Yu lowered his head and looked at him with a complicated, incomprehensible expression. Wen Ren Huai laughed loudly: "But now is the era of the Lord and Jiang Wan. How can there be two saviors in one era? He is eager to lift you up, but what can he do in twenty years?" He tilted his head slightly, a look of compassion reappeared on his face, and he looked at Song Hui again: "You know better than me whether this blood sacrifice was a failure or a success, right?" Warm tears slowly flowed from his eyes, but the curve of his mouth refused to lower. He lay on the ground, trying to look around at the people in the venue who had fallen silent because of his words, and asked lightly: "Twenty years can't do anything. The young savior is still a fifth-level girl, but - what if it takes three hundred years of spiritual power?"
"He moved things from the future, which means that after Jing Mo dies, the spiritual energy between heaven and earth for the three realms to cultivate will disappear for three hundred years. Do you think that the Heavenly Dao will watch his world without spiritual energy for three hundred years?" He stared at Song Hui, "At that time, how will he make up for these three hundred years of spiritual energy?" Song Hui's expression suddenly changed. Wen Renhuai smiled with satisfaction, and then said to Jiang Yu: "There is nothing free in the world, and the gift of heaven is not without asking for return. You were born with smooth sailing, and you became famous when you came down the mountain. Your spiritual power seems to be inexhaustible. Half of the treasures of the three realms are in your hands. Now in the entire human world, how many people can match your edge? But you say, is this His compensation for your long-determined ending?" Jiang Yu seemed to have some reaction and tilted his head slightly. Wen Ren Huai decided to add fuel to the fire and cause trouble to Heaven before he died: "You were forcibly sent down by Him to save the world. He let you live in order to let you die. Miss Jiang, are you really willing?" Wen Ren Huai took a breath and closed his eyes: "Qingjun Immortal Venerable, Lingyun Jun--" He smiled, "You and the Demon Venerable, the Demon King, risked your lives to seal Jing Mo for the sake of the people. Now, can you watch your daughter die for the sake of the people?" The whole place suddenly fell silent. Wen Ren Huai's heavy breathing was particularly clear. Yuan Heng, Wei Xu and others, through the space between Song Hui and Song Lian, gently fixed their gazes on Jiang Yu. They couldn't tell what they felt in their hearts. Jiang Yu suddenly smiled: "Are you trying to sow discord? For the sake of your master's cause?" Wen Ren Huai was slightly stunned, then quickly came to his senses and smiled softly: "I just feel sorry for you." Jiang Yu raised his eyebrows: "Pity me because I hold half of the treasures of the three realms? Pity me because I am a princess of the demon clan, a princess of the monster clan, or the daughter of the immortal? Or pity me because I have inexhaustible spiritual power?" "So what?" Wen Ren Huai said, "You are destined to die." Jiang Yu asked back: "Are you the Heavenly Dao?" Wen Ren Huai: "How is it possible——" "Since you are not the Heavenly Dao," Jiang Yu said, "how do you know that I am destined to die? If I am really the savior, how do you know that I have no choice but to die? What if Jing Mo dies in the future? I only need my inexhaustible spiritual power to make up for the loss in the future?" Wen Ren Huai snorted coldly: "Naive." Jiang Yu smiled and said, "Look, you only know the general idea, but you speak as if my ending is determined by you. If this isn't sowing discord, then what is it? If I really believe what you said and become an enemy of Heaven, then wouldn't that be a dead end?" (End of this chapter)