Published: February 24, 2025
“Miss! I beg you, for the sake of this old servant, spare my elder brother's life!”
At this moment, the elder of the outer sect, Shen Qingqiu, entered the Ice Clear Hall with tears streaming down his face, trembling as he kneeled beside Shen Qingfeng and Shen Wende.
“Second brother, this matter is my fault, please do not make things difficult for the young lady any longer!” Shen Qingfeng said, filled with a mixture of regret and remorse as he looked at Shen Qingqiu. “The young lady entrusted such an important matter to me, yet I messed it up!”
“Second brother, do not say any more. I am already very happy to see you before my death. You must carry my regrets and serve the young lady well from now on, do you understand?”
Upon hearing this, Shen Qingqiu's clouded tears fell incessantly, “Second brother remembers... Second brother remembers!”
“Hahaha.” Shen Qingfeng smiled faintly, facing life and death calmly, “How old are you still crying?”
At this moment, Lu Wu slowly rose from his seat and sighed, “Chief, the time has come.”
The Bing Qing Daoist slightly trembled, tears falling profusely. Facing Shen Qingfeng, she suddenly flashed and appeared before him, kneeling in shock among the crowd.
“Miss, what are you doing?” Shen Qingfeng quickly stood up, wanting to support the Bing Qing Daoist, “You are killing me, the old servant!”
“Qingfeng, do not move, I have something to say.” The Bing Qing Daoist stubbornly and tearfully said, “Your kindness towards Su Bing has been etched in her heart. Today’s death, it is Su Bing who is sorry for you.”
“Miss, the one who should apologize is the old servant!” Shen Qingfeng did not bow his head, choking back his words, “I actually know in my heart that regarding the matter of the Revival Jade Grass, even if you do not let me die, the elders of the Immortal Sect Danmai would not let me live either.”
“As the steward of the Spirit Mountain Herb Garden, I cannot escape blame. Being able to die by your hand is already a great satisfaction.”
“Miss, I can no longer accompany you in the future. Take care of yourself, and when you have time, remember to send my regards to the family head. If there is an afterlife, I will still be willing to serve you, to serve the Shen family.”
Upon hearing this, the Bing Qing Daoist gently nodded, “May you have a safe journey.”
“Miss, I am leaving, take care.” After Shen Qingfeng finished speaking, he stood straight, turned around, and with a flip of his right hand, a Flying Sword appeared out of thin air.
Holding the Flying Sword, he walked step by step toward the Ice Clear Hall's exit. His figure looked lonely and desolate, filled with sorrow.
The Bing Qing Daoist did not rise, until she watched Shen Qingfeng step out of the hall. When Shen Qingfeng raised the Flying Sword to his neck, she closed her eyes and bit her lip, drawing blood!
“Elder brother!” Shen Qingqiu kneeled toward the outside of the hall, crying out, “Second brother is sending you off!”
Shen Qingfeng did not look back; he merely paused his steps for a moment before preparing to swing the Flying Sword to take his own life!
At that moment, a weak voice suddenly echoed from the sky, “Lord steward, stop!”
In the next instant, a torrent of voices, like thousands of people, surged down from the void, “Lord steward, stop!”
Shen Qingfeng's Flying Sword paused, and in an instant, a black Spirit Vessel flew down vertically from the clouds, stirring up a cloud of dust as it landed on the summit of the beautiful Ice Clear Immortal Mountain.
On the Spirit Vessel, Da Niu was supporting Tan Yun, standing in front of the crowd. Behind Tan Yun stood over eight hundred disciples, all with tears in their eyes, gazing at Shen Qingfeng.
Da Niu assisted Tan Yun as they descended from the Spirit Vessel, and at this moment, blood was continuously spilling from Tan Yun's head, mouth, and chest.
“Lord steward, I have come to atone for my sins, the disciple is late.” Tan Yun held his chest, trembling as he bowed.