Unparalleled Evildoer

Chapter 97: The lonely boat chasing the bright moon

It takes time for Lingkongzi to transform. During this time, Wuzhan has already fallen into the water. Obviously, Wuzhan doesn't want him to rescue him, nor does he want to be exposed in front of everyone. Lingkongzi and Jinxingzi can only watch Wuzhan fall off the cliff with tears in their eyes.

The cliffs are green and the walls are as sharp as knives. The river is roaring and surging. Wuzhe's body is falling rapidly, his hair is fluttering, and his clothes are flying. At this moment, he opens his arms, his eyes are blurred, enjoying a moment of relaxation, not wanting to think about anything, not wanting to take responsibility for anything.

Just when everyone on the cliff thought that Wuzhan was about to fall to his death, Bixia formed a seal with her jade hands, and a green light emanated from her jade fingers, immediately shooting onto the water where Wuzhan was about to fall. A green mist rose up, like a blooming lotus, pure and beautiful. Wuzhan fell into it in an instant, and only felt a slight pain in his back, as if he had fallen on soft cotton, which held him back and relieved most of his falling force. He slowly fell into the pistil, with a pleasant fragrance.

Before Wuzhan could close his eyes and enjoy the momentary fragrance, the graceful lotus flower suddenly burst with a "pop" and dissipated. Just as he was about to fall into the water, a green ribbon suddenly wrapped around his neck. Wuzhan immediately found it difficult to breathe and was carried into a trance. He flew up into the air and landed on a lonely boat.

Wuzhan sat down in front of Aoli's figure, covering his mouth with his sleeves, coughing continuously, blood oozing out of his sleeves.

The people on the cliff were overjoyed to see Bixia cast a spell to catch Wuzhan. Meng Yi hurriedly shouted, "Thank you, Yuanjun, for letting my brother go!"

Bixia ignored him. Her bright eyes under the veil looked at Wuzhai for a long time without saying a word. Her brows seemed to be half-knitted, and no one knew what she was thinking.

Wuzhan took a long time to calm down before he stood up tremblingly and looked at Bixia. Although there was a veil between them, it still couldn't hide her unparalleled facial features and her beautiful face.

Facing that intimidating gaze, Wuzhan asked, "Why did Lord Yuan change his mind again?"

Bixia said coldly: "I'll give you a chance to atone for your sins."

Wuzhan smiled slightly and said, "How do you want me to atone for my sins?"

"Follow me to a place, if you can break the seal, I will spare your life!"

Wuzhan said: "I don't need Yuanjun to spare my life, and I can't possibly break the seal that Yuanjun can't break."

Bixia looked at the bloodstain on Wuzhan's sleeve and said solemnly, "This is not up to you!"

Wuzhan said neither humbly nor arrogantly: "Can't I even decide my own death?" The two looked at each other.

Bixia has been practicing for sixty years and is a leader in the world of cultivation. No one has ever dared to contradict her like this. Now, she is being stared at by a terminally ill and weak young man. She is furious and pale. "If you want to die, wait until this breach is blocked before you die."

After Wuzhan went to the Shiwan Mountains, he no longer had a favorable impression of the famous families in the cultivation world. Although he knew that Bixia was highly respected and righteous, and not as treacherous and selfish as Longquan, he was quite dissatisfied with her cold and domineering attitude. "I can't even protect myself, so what is the meaning of this river bank to me? What Yuanjun cares about may not be what I care about."

If Wuzhan didn't jump off the cliff, Bixia would climb up and kill him with her own hands to eliminate future troubles. In fact, she didn't expect that Wuzhan would have the courage to jump off the cliff. If she hadn't heard that Wuzhan had unlocked the seal of Xingtian, maybe Bixia would really let Wuzhan fall off the cliff and die in the river. Now she gave Wuzhan a chance, but he not only didn't cherish it, but also talked back to her, which made Bixia very unhappy. She really wanted to throw him into the turbulent river. She said majestically: "It seems that you don't want to go with me?"

Wuzhan said calmly: "I have no reason to go with you."

Bixia saw Wuzhan turn his gaze away and look at the giant tripod that emerged from the water, and asked, "Why did you jump down?"

"If I don't jump down, will Yuan Jun let me go?"

"Do you know why I asked you to jump?"

"Didn't Yuan Jun say it was for the common people? How would I know?"

"You are so smart, but if you have bad intentions, you will suffer endless consequences!"

Wuzhan smiled faintly and said, "Since Yuanjun has made up his mind, let's do it!"

Bixia's eyes were as bright as lightning, and her fluttering sleeves stopped immediately. Time seemed to freeze at this moment. "Are you not afraid of death?"

"Of course I am afraid of death. What's the point of being afraid? I just hope that Yuan Jun will hit me with a palm, and I will be free from it."

"Since you are afraid of death, follow me to unlock the seal!"

Wuzhan turned around and asked, "Why did Yuanjun ask me to open the seal?" Bixia said, "It is said that there is a magical object inside the seal, called 'Xiran'. If we find it, we can stop the breach. This is your fault. Don't you have the responsibility to find it?"

It is said that Xirang is a sacred object in heaven with its own power. It can change size, solidify instantly and be as hard as iron. It was stolen by Gun, the father of Emperor Yu. In order to control the flood, the Emperor of Heaven was furious and sent the Saint Lord of Fire to kill Gun in Yuyuan. As for who got Xirang in the end, no one knows.

Wuzhan also knew about this legend, and he knew it was not just a legend. It was recorded in "Jiezhen Collection" that there was indeed such a magical object as "Xiran".

Wuzhan thought for a moment and said, "Then we have only one chance."

After Bixia caught Wuzhan, the two spoke in low voices on the boat. The sound of the water was rumbling and Meng Yi and the others could not hear clearly what they were saying at the bottom of the cliff. Seeing the expressions of the two, it seemed that they were disagreeing and were arguing with each other. They were worried for Wuzhan, fearing that Bixia would get angry and throw him off the boat.

Meng Yi never understood why Bixia asked Wuzhan to jump down and question her alone, but Wuzhan did not disobey after hearing it. It seemed that both of them knew the truth, but neither of them said it out loud.

Bixia is a quiet and contemplative person who lives in harmony with the world. Although she has had a past with Daqin, she also advised Your Majesty to pray for the heaven and earth, show kindness and benefit the people. She is different from those cultivators in the court who are favored by Your Majesty and have bewitched Your Majesty to build the Fengshen Platform and seek the way to immortality. Meng Yi hates those people very much, but respects Bixia Yuanjun very much. Meng Yi knows very well that if Bixia wants Wuzhan to die, there must be a reason, and no one can shake it. He thought: "The disaster of the dam bursting was obviously decided by me. My brother came up with this plan to save me. Instead of punishing me, he wants to teach my brother a lesson. Is it because of what Yuanjun said about the Xingtian seal? My brother is very smart, and it must not be difficult to unlock the seal. Did my brother release the monster and bring some disaster? Or did my brother get some treasure and Yuanjun wants to take it away?" Then he thought, "Is Yuanjun that kind of person?"

Seeing Wuzhan agreed, Bixia turned to Meng Yi on the cliff and said crisply: "General Meng, don't do such evil things again in the future. After returning to Xianyang, I hope you can assist the First Emperor in implementing benevolent policies and benefiting the people."

Meng Yi bowed and said, "I will follow Yuan Jun's instructions!"

"Your sworn brother, you need to come with me and try to plug this breach. Time is running out, so let's say goodbye now!"

Meng Yi knew he couldn't stop him, so he hurriedly said, "My brother is very talented and has made great contributions to the Qin Dynasty. I hope Lord Yuan can forgive my brother."

Bixia said nothing after hearing this. The boat turned around and moved away from the cliff. Jin Xingzi shouted hurriedly, "We want to go with our young master!"

Wuzhan shouted to Jin Xingzi and the other two, "You two should follow our second brother back to Shenmu!"

Meng Yi said with tears in his eyes: "My dear brother, I am sorry for making you suffer for me. You must take care of yourself. I will wait for your return in Shenmu!"

Wuzhan shouted: "Second brother, there is no need to wait for me, let's return to the capital as soon as possible!" In the blink of an eye, the lone boat had avoided the rushing breach and floated steadily downstream, and its distant figure disappeared on the vast river surface.

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The sun is setting in the west, and there are thousands of miles of mist and waves. The water is clear and golden. The cliffs are tilted, the trees are lush and green, and cranes are flying low and chirping. A solitary boat is pulling its long, winding shadow, meandering among them.

Since she left, Bixia has been sitting alone in the small cabin without saying a word, steering the boat steadily without any bumps. Her level of cultivation is so high that it is rare in the world.

Wuzha sat at the bow of the boat, gazing towards the wind, also in silence. They sailed like this until the bright moon rose in the east, the mountain shadows became hazy, the cold wind blew, and tigers roared and monkeys cried.

Since receiving the incomplete copy of "Huangdi Neijing" from Xia Wuqi, Wuzhan quickly memorized it. In his spare time, he pondered quietly, hoping to find a way to heal from it. However, his peculiar physique was completely different from what was described in the book, so he gradually gave up.

The medicine prescribed by Xia Wuqi had been maintaining his body. When he left, suddenly, the medicine was left in the package on the horse's back. After the shock of falling off the cliff and being pulled by Bixia with a ribbon, the pain all over his body was aggravated again. He was attacked by the cold wind and shivered. He had to practice "Mist Health Preservation Technique" to resist the cold, and his body felt better.

Wuzhan knew that if he couldn't break the seal that Bixia mentioned, Bixia would not keep him. If the seal was broken, she would not let him go. In short, it seemed difficult to survive. The sudden appearance of Bixia ended all his plans. As long as he went to Yanmen Pass to repel the Huns, he could become an official in the court with his outstanding record. However, he didn't expect to fail at the last moment.

At some point, Bixia came out of the cabin, stood behind Wuzhan, looked at him with cold eyes, and asked in a deep voice, "You are in such a bad condition, why did you blow up the river bank and kill innocent people? Do you still want to be promoted?"

Wuzhan said calmly: "Although I have a terminal illness, I also want to live. Besides, I am not the only one who has suffered. Can Yuanjun kill everyone? Who has killed the most people in this world? Doesn't Yuanjun know? Yuanjun even put the crown on him with his own hands. Why doesn't he kill him and get rid of the harm to the people?"

These words left Bixia speechless. She was cultivating Taoism and should have stayed away from the world and lived a pure heart. However, she was always saddened when she saw the people living in poverty. She thought that after Qin unified the six kingdoms, the people would be away from war and the world would be peaceful and stable. However, she never expected that Ying Zheng would carry out large-scale construction projects and impose heavy taxes and penalties, and the people were still suffering. Wuzhan's questioning was understandable. How could she quell the chaos in this mortal world by killing a few people? Wuzhan released the water to protect himself. This was a dispute between two countries. It was a common military practice and there were precedents. She ignored other disasters, but why did she hold on to Wuzhan?

Maybe it was his eyes. Those eyes were too calm, so calm that Bixia couldn't see any fluctuations. So calm that Bixia wanted to kill him.

The river breeze was cold, the moonlight was like water, the lonely boat began to sway like duckweed, and a graceful figure in green was silent at the bow of the boat.

(End of this chapter)