Lingxu, Sword Coffin, Blind Swordsman

Li Guanqi went alone to another mountain peak.

He sat on the summit, drinking heavily...

Xiang Huaizhi's suppressed sobs drifted far, far away on the wind.

Ye Mohan looked back at Xiang Huaizhi, who was kneeling and crying bitterly, and felt a deep empathy.

The taciturn Ye Mohan slowly poured wine onto the ground, facing the distance.

Ye Feng and the others also silently poured the wine from their bowls onto the ground, the atmosphere somewhat somber.

A full two incense sticks of time passed before Xiang Huaizhi, his eyes red and swollen, slowly stood up.

Twitching his nose, he rose and poured all the wine from the jug beside him onto the ground.

"You bastard, you still didn't outlive me..."

"But don't worry, A Kong... I will avenge you."

Xiang Huaizhi raised his head to look at Li Guanqi, his eyes like those of a wild beast, bloodshot.

"Tell me, who killed A Kong."

Li Guanqi took a deep breath and said softly.

"That person... I already killed him when I ascended."

Xiang Huaizhi painfully closed his eyes, two lines of bloody tears flowing from the corners of his eyes.

"Then... where is he buried?"

Li Guanqi asked softly.

"Qinzhou, a scenic spot in the Chiyu Mountain Range."

Xiang Huaizhi gave a sorrowful, bitter laugh.

"No, my brother doesn't want to be in some scenic spot."

"He needs to be by my side..."

Li Guanqi nodded in silence, deeply shaken.

Xiang Huaizhi's murmur reached his ears.

"If you don't have anything else to do... accompany me there."

Li Guanqi nodded without hesitation.

"Alright!"

The next morning, Li Guanqi and Xiang Huaizhi embarked on their journey to Qinzhou.

Had he known this would happen, Li Guanqi would have preferred to simply wait at the Lin family.

However, this time Yuan Chengjie did not follow Li Guanqi.

The other party would not continue to attack Li Guanqi at this time.

Nevertheless, Yuan Chengjie still had a trick up his sleeve, deliberately following Li Guanqi out of the Great Xia Sword Sect.

Chiyu Mountain Range, Li Guanqi led Xiang Huaizhi to the small grave mound.

Back when Li Guanqi was on the run, he didn't have time to carve a tombstone, only leaving a rock beside the grave.

Li Guanqi's emotions surged as he looked at the small grave mound and murmured.

"Senior Chan Kongzi, I've come to see you."

Li Guanqi spent a long time in Qinzhou, but he never returned to the Chiyu Mountain Range even once.

Even when his cultivation realm was no longer afraid of the Tianshu Ascension Hall, he still did not choose to return.

He didn't dare to face Chan Kongzi.

He also didn't know if he should take Chan Kongzi's remains with him even if he did return.

But Xiang Huaizhi was different, he... had a choice.

During these days of travel, Xiang Huaizhi had been drinking constantly.

His eyes, red and swollen, would subside only to swell up again.

Yet, standing before the grave mound, Xiang Huaizhi, who had already calmed his emotions, still couldn't help but choke up.

Seeing this, Li Guanqi bowed respectfully, then flashed back a short distance.

Xiang Huaizhi slowly squatted down, took out a jar of aged wine, three incense sticks, and some offerings.

The white-robed Xiang Huaizhi sat down on the ground with a thud, reached out and patted the stone beside him.

His throat moved slightly, he twitched his nose, and he tilted his head back to gulp down a mouthful of strong liquor.

The strong liquor burned his throat like fire.

But it still couldn't suppress the grief in his heart.

"Just... just this broken stone... not even a tombstone."

After speaking, Xiang Huaizhi wiped his face, pursed his lips, and poured an entire jar of wine onto the ground.

He lit the sandalwood incense, and pulled out a smoking pipe from who knows where.

He sat on the ground, puffing away at the pipe.

The green smoke drifted, concealing those red eyes.

Xiang Huaizhi chattered on and on, until the tobacco in the pipe had been refilled two or three times.

He reached out and patted the tobacco pouch, empty.

Xiang Huaizhi lowered his head, hooked the pipe on his waist, and said softly.

"Before... I was the one who complained that the pipe you made was too rough... just like you."

"From now on... I'll hang it on my waist, okay?"

"Actually, this pipe is pretty good, I don't hate it... it's just that I was too embarrassed to smoke all the time back then."

Xiang Huaizhi took a deep breath, stood up, looked down at the small mound, and said softly.

"Let's go, brother."

"I... I'll take you away... not in this desolate wilderness anymore... it's too cold."

Li Guanqi stood not far away, and even he was choking up listening to these words.

Xiang Huaizhi knelt on the ground, holding the soil with both hands, slowly digging open the small grave mound.

He didn't dig deep, and Xiang Huaizhi sobbed as he looked at the skeletal remains in the pit, the bones all broken.

"You bastard... how... how could you have suffered so much while you were alive..."

Xiang Huaizhi couldn't even lift the remains with his hands.

He supported them with both hands, and the power of space spread out slightly.

A surge of spatial power appeared out of thin air, lifting the remains and the soil together.

Xiang Huaizhi stood up, reaching out to gently brush over Chan Kongzi's shattered remains.

"Rest in peace..."

"I'm doing pretty well, and they should all be doing pretty well too."

"I can't really take your broken bones with me."

"Should I just revitalize them?"

"Hmm... if you don't say anything, I'll take that as a yes."

As soon as he finished speaking, the Nine Yang Blazing Flames blazed fiercely.

The scorching firelight flickered and swayed, reflecting Xiang Huaizhi's tear-streaked face in a flickering light.

Xiang Huaizhi held a jade box in his hand, collecting all the ashes.

Holding the urn, Xiang Huaizhi's eyes were vacant, standing blankly in place for a long, long time.

He sniffled, wiped away his tears with his sleeve, and forced a smile.

"Don't worry, brother, I won't cry... I'll carry your share and make it to the summit together."

The two left the Chiyu Mountain Range, but just as they were passing through Qinzhou City, Li Guanqi suddenly sensed a faint, fleeting aura!!

Li Guanqi suddenly stopped, tearing through the void and stepping out.

Among the mountains was a sect force, with a mountain gate that wasn't small, and rows of buildings.

But it was this unremarkable sect that had an aura that surprised Li Guanqi somewhat.

Li Guanqi stepped on the void, lowered his head and looked at the sect below, murmuring.

"Zhao Chengyong!!"

Li Guanqi didn't expect to be able to sense Zhao Chengyong's aura here!!

But this aura... why is it so feminine??

Xiang Huaizhi looked at Li Guanqi and frowned.

"What's wrong?"

Li Guanqi sneered.

"It's nothing, just... I have a debt to settle!!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Li Guanqi flew towards the sect!!

On the sect's plaza, only a hundred zhang in size, a figure wearing a dark blue robe was berating the sect disciples.

That figure's back was graceful, with narrow shoulders, a slim waist, a slender neck, and fair skin.

On the other side stood a rough-looking man, with a burly frame, a thick beard, and a calm expression as he watched the disciples before him.

Dozens of disciples on the plaza were diligently practicing their swordsmanship.

Suddenly!!

Two incomparably powerful auras descended from the sky!!!

Behind Li Guanqi, thunder wings unfurled, and thousands of lightning bolts raged in all directions.

In the blink of an eye, thousands of lightning bolts descended from the sky, transforming into a thunderous prison that enveloped the sect's plaza.