Chapter 422 Jiang Yunchu Extra
The war was over and many people took a break to recuperate.
In the center of the battlefield, there was only one corpse kneeling on the ground in a posture of repentance. The large bleeding holes on his body were hideous, and his bones and blood residue were clearly visible, but his blood had turned dark. It was obvious that he had been dead for a long time.
The corpse was Ling Chenghan.
But even if he died, it still could not fill the broken hearts of the many female cultivators who were hurt and exploited by him.
Around him, there were still female cultivators swinging swords to vent their anger.
But it’s not enough, how can it be enough!
They have been following Ling Chenghan for all these years like puppets, without any thoughts of their own. When they suddenly wake up, they find that their relatives, lovers, and friends have been hurt or killed by them, and they wish they could commit suicide to apologize.
They have become the executioners who hurt their loved ones.
Jiang Yunchu stood outside holding the Canghai Sword. The blood on the sword had turned scarlet. She looked coldly at the corpse and watched countless female cultivators swinging their swords angrily and powerlessly.
"Ling Chenghan, damn it! You deserve to die!"
"It's all you, it's all you!"
"Father, mother, I am an unfilial son. I will make you die with regrets!"
"Ah!" A female cultivator wanted to commit suicide and was almost stopped.
Jiang Yunchu watched indifferently from the outside. She looked extremely calm, but when no one was paying attention, she flew away.
Then, a huge and sorrowful sword intent suddenly erupted in the boundless forest.
"what!"
Jiang Yunchu was swinging his sword and roaring!
She used up all her strength and all her cultivation. She was already injured and her realm was unstable due to the huge blow. This action was tantamount to suicide, but she didn't care, she didn't care!
The sharp sword energy hit the tree trunk, but it could not bring back any peace of mind in her heart. Instead, she felt more empty, more panicked, and more powerless.
Many memories with Ling Jinze emerged before her eyes.
[Jiang Jiang is so pretty. Let’s have a daughter in the future. She must be as pretty as Jiang Jiang.]
[Jiang Jiang, the wedding date is coming soon, what do you think of the Xiajin vestments?]
[nice.]
[Then it will be more beautiful as a wedding dress!]
After the man asked excitedly, he went all over the world to look for Xia Jin's materials, but when he came back, what did he see!
Yes, I saw the intimacy between myself and Ling Chenghan.
Jiang Yunchu was trembling all over and his stomach was cramping with pain.
At that time, she looked at the happy man running towards her and said directly: [Ling Jinze, I don’t want to marry you.]
Ling Jinze froze in place at that moment, looking at her helplessly: [Jiang Jiang…why, are you not ready? It’s okay, I…]
Jiang Yunchu's voice was full of disgust: [I don't love you.]
Jiang Yunchu's tears flowed. Thinking of his hurt eyes at that time, he swung his sword even more weakly: "It's not like this, Jinze, it's not like this..."
"what!"
"not like this!"
"I want to marry you. I have always wanted to, so much!"
The man's desperate and sorrowful look when he was dying seemed to reappear in front of her eyes. He took her hand and held the hilt of the sword that sealed their love.
[Jiang Jiang, are you really so heartless that you would kill me for him...]
[Damn you!]
"That's not the case!" Jiang Yunchu was so sad that he vomited blood and fell to the ground: "That's not the case..."
"no……"
They grew up together as childhood sweethearts, and every time they turned around, the other would be standing there. They were about to get married.
She even made a magic tool with her own hands and wanted to give it to him. She looked forward to the days with him so much. She thought that they would be like many Taoist couples in the world. Even if it was not passionate, it would be a long-lasting one.
She still remembers her happiness and his smiling face, but in the blink of an eye, everything changed.
Everything is ruined!
Thinking of the last words he said to her, Jiang Yunchu's breathing suddenly became difficult and her whole body began to tremble.
[You are not, my Jiang Jiang...]
She thought that she was the one who turned the person she loved most into ashes, she did it with her own hands. She remembered the look in his eyes, so powerless and so sad.
She didn't keep anything of his. He turned into ashes, leaving no place for her to worship him.
He definitely didn't want to see her either. He must have hated her before he died!
I hate why she changed her heart, I hate why she is so heartless!
"Ahhh!"
Jiang Yunchu was going crazy, or perhaps he had already gone crazy.
"Jinze, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I hurt you, it's all my fault..."
"I'm here to apologize to you..."
"I'm here to make amends to you!"
She raised her sword, struck at her neck, and raised it toward the sky.
But the expected pain did not appear. The Canghai Sword stopped by itself a few centimeters away from her neck, and no matter how hard she pulled, it was useless.
"Jiang Jiang..."
A soft and familiar voice sounded. Jiang Yunchu's eyelashes fluttered wildly and he suddenly opened his eyes. In front of him was a man in purple.
It’s Ling Jinze!
With a "clang" sound, the long sword in Jiang Yunchu's hand fell to the ground, and she looked at the phantom in front of her in a trance.
"Jinze..."
She stretched out her hand and embraced him directly, but her body pierced through his soul.
She cried silently with tears falling from her eyes: "Jinze... I... I hurt you..."
"Am I dreaming now?"
Ling Jinze's glowing fingers touched her cheek. Jiang Yunchu couldn't hold it back and tears welled up in her eyes again.
"I don't blame you, Jiang Jiang. This wasn't a dream either."
"I once left a trace of my spiritual consciousness in the Canghai Sword."
Ling Jinze's eyes were filled with self-blame and pity: "Jiang Jiang, it's me. It's because I didn't protect you that you were harmed by Ling Chenghan."
"No!" Jiang Yunchu shook his head frantically: "I killed you! It was me! If it wasn't for me..."
"It's not you, you're the culprit." Ling Jinze said firmly, with a smile on his face. His fingers fell on her face. Although he didn't touch her, he felt a sense of tenderness: "Jiang Jiang, forgive me for my previous words. You are my Jiang Jiang, and you have always been the Jiang Jiang I love..."
"Jiang Jiang, live well and take my share with you."
The man's figure gradually disappeared.
"Live on, I don't blame you..." He smiled at her, as cheerful as he was back then: "I never blamed you either, let go of the past."
"I know you have always been very good."
The man looked at her reluctantly for the last time with a smile on his face, as if he wanted to keep her in his heart forever, but the light and shadow were shattered in the next moment.
"No! Jinze, Jinze, don't go, don't go!" Jiang Yunchu reached out to grab him, but in the end she caught nothing. Ling Jinze completely disappeared in front of her.
"No, Jinze!"
Jiang Yunchu fell to the ground, grief-stricken.
Thinking of something, she picked up the Canghai Sword, protected it like a treasure, held it in her arms, and murmured frantically: "There must be hope, there must be hope, there must be hope..."
"Yes, he can still be saved."
Suddenly, an abrupt voice sounded. Jiang Yunchu looked up immediately. When she saw that it was Fu Yaoyao, the Saint of Tianji Pavilion, a strong color burst out in her eyes.
"Please tell me how to save him."
"Jiang Yunchu, Ling Jinze finally died under the Canghai Sword. There are a few wisps of his soul in the sword. If you can use your love to cultivate the sword spirit of the Canghai Sword, you will see him."
"But I'm afraid it will take hundreds, thousands, or even tens of thousands of years."
Hearing this, Jiang Yunchu hugged the Canghai Sword tightly and wiped away her tears: "No matter how long it takes."
After Jiang Yunchu left, Fu Yaoyao sighed and then looked up at the woman waving a round fan on a big tree nearby.
"Senior, will Jiang Yunchu succeed?"
"I think so." Sheng Huan looked up at the sky: "It's not just Jiang Yunchu who's working hard, Ling Jinze is also working hard."
This world was once riddled with holes, but Heaven has made it whole. He will also have mercy on His people. Unfortunately, He will eventually make it whole in a different form...
But it takes time, a long time...