Published: March 9, 2025
They originally had a perfect opportunity to truly befriend Chu Yang, but they chose to remain self-righteous.
Now, they were being scolded by Chu Yang and even had to worry about him settling scores.
This feeling was simply maddening!
What does it feel like for a penniless person to watch a mountain of gold slip through their fingers?
That was how they felt right now; not only that, but they were also afraid that at any moment, that mountain of gold would crush them.
The wound on Chu Yang's chest bled faster and faster, and the incredible power that once seemed invincible was quickly dissipating, and he was gradually reaching his limit…
Chu Yang stood there, slowly feeling his vision blur. He swayed slightly, with the tip of his sword drooping, propping himself up to avoid showing any signs of weakness.
"It turns out that I actually don't want to die..." Chu Yang thought bitterly to himself.
"Chu Yang...!" A heart-wrenching scream echoed; it was Tie Butian, finally waking up and seeing Chu Yang standing there, calling out in horror.
Chu Yang finally felt relieved and barely managed to lift his head: "Sweet Sweet..."
He suddenly felt a violent dizziness wash over him, and his body fell like a collapsing mountain.
Tie Butian lunged forward recklessly, holding Chu Yang's weak body, weeping in despair: "What happened to you?... Don't scare me... Your injury... where's the Ninefold Pill? Where's the Ninefold Pill?"
Tie Butian futilely tried to cover Chu Yang's wound with her own hands, seemingly wanting to stop the surging blood from flowing out.
But blood kept gushing out uncontrollably, dripping from her fingers. Tie Butian cried out, her hands helplessly pressed against Chu Yang's chest: "Don't... don't die... please..."
Her face was drenched in tears, shaking her head frantically; the current Tie Butian no longer had an ounce of the elegance of a sovereign, but was instead a pitiful girl on the verge of losing her beloved.
She was at a loss, feeling hopeless, despairing and sorrowful.
"You are fine... that's great..." Chu Yang's voice was weak, yet he managed to smile contentedly: "I was always afraid... afraid I would be too late..."
"I'm fine... you mustn't be hurt... absolutely mustn't be hurt, promise me... take your medicine, quickly take your medicine..." Tie Butian cried out loudly.
"I can't anymore..." Chu Yang smiled like a child: "I unleashed my last move... that was a move that could take down any enemy with me... this wound, even the Ninefold Pill cannot heal, Sweet Sweet, I'm sorry... from now on, I... can no longer protect you..."
"No! No! No!" Tie Butian shook her head wildly: "I need you to protect me... I need it... I will always need you to protect me, please don't leave me..."
"Don't be naive..." Chu Yang said softly: "Sweet Sweet, you have always been a strong person... you must take good care of our home, our children..."
He struggled to open his eyes, looking gently at Tie Butian: "In the future, when you see Qianqian, when you see Qingwu... tell them to take care of themselves..."
Tie Butian suddenly felt her heart drop.
It felt empty.
The world around her disappeared, leaving only Chu Yang's words, each one striking her heart like a thousand-pound hammer, making her feel dazed, as if her body was floating without weight...
"Actually, men... should be like this..." Chu Yang chuckled lightly, staring blankly ahead, yet could no longer see anything: "To die for protection... a worthy death... dying... like a man."
"Don't cry, don't cry... I like your smile the most..." Chu Yang strained to stretch out his hand, smiling, as if wanting to wipe away Tie Butian's tears.
His fingers were gradually getting closer...
But halfway through, his hand suddenly fell weak.
The smile on his face suddenly froze.
It no longer moved.
"Chu Yang!!!" Tie Butian screamed with a heart-wrenching cry.
But Chu Yang remained with that smile, yet there was no response.
On the tip of the Nine Calamity Sword, light flickered, as if it was dancing.
As if it was mourning.