Transcending the Nine Heavens

of the cause, however, is you.”

“Second Uncle had been living a weary life all these years, so death is also a kind of release for him.
Although the people he left behind are bereaved, at least he has finally found peace.”

“Therefore, I will give you a piece of advice! Be careful during the Medicine Banquet of Tianji City!”

Ling Hanxue’s voice was soft.

Chu Yang was silent for a moment before he replied, “I am much obliged.”

“After I bring Second Uncle back today, I will bring a few other people with me and return to Lingxiao City tomorrow to send Second Uncle on his final journey.
Our next meeting is indefinite, do take care.”

“From now on, the Nine Super Clans and you, Chu Yang, will not rest until one of us is dead! If we take up arms against each other in the future, should you be able to take my life, do not show any mercy!”

After she finished, Ling Hanxue walked out with the rest of the attendants.

When she reached the door, she suddenly halted her steps.
“Second Uncle’s sword is named ‘Dancing Alone in the Cold’.
He said that his name had destined him to be alone forever.”

After a slight pause, she went on, “Tell your Teacher to cherish the sword.”

And Ling Hanxue left.

She brought along with her Ling Hanwu’s body.

Although Meng Chaoran was rather reluctant to part, Ling Hanwu was part of the Ling Clan after all.
Being buried in the family ancestral cemetery could be considered returning to his origin too.
He could only watch as Ling Hanxue left with Ling Hanwu’s body, sighing as he murmured, “Hanwu, from now on, us brothers can only drink together in our dreams.”

Three days later, Meng Chaoran could already sit up.
However, Ye Chuchen remained in a comatose state.

Regarding this, even Chu Yang was puzzled.
Under the effect of the incomplete version of the Nine Tribulations Pill, her life should not be in danger anymore, nor should this coma be happening.
Why was this happening?

Zi Xieqing answered this question for him — In Ye Chuchen’s subconsciousness, she had already thought of herself as dead, and that she had died together with her lover and her close friend.
This sort of death was something that Ye Chuchen wished for.

A blissful death!

Therefore, despite the fact that her body was healthy, her subconsciousness had sunk into a state of ‘pretend death’.

It was unknown how long this condition would last but… as long as she herself did not realize that she was actually ‘still alive’, then she would never come to!

Toward this situation, neither Zi Xieqing nor Chu Yang could do anything.

Meng Chaoran, however, was optimistic.
“It’s fine, she’ll be alright with me by her side taking care of her.
She will eventually regain consciousness one day.
If she were to awake now, she’ll be forced to accept this cruel reality… so this may be for the better.
You can leave her to me and return to your own matters… Even if she doesn’t ever wake up… at least we are together now.”

Meng Chaoran gazed at Ye Chuchen who was lying quietly by his side, his eyes full of tenderness and affection.

Zi Xieqing and Chu Yang remained silent.

Neither Zi Xieqing nor Chu Yang could really comprehend Meng Chaoran’s feelings toward Ye Chuchen, because there were simply too many complications involved.

The two of them were childhood friends… Ye Chuchen’s clan wiped out Meng Chaoran’s entire clan… The two of them fell deeply in love with each other… Ling Hanwu’s unrequited love… Ye Chuchen, on the brink of death, threw away all her reservations and married Meng Chaoran…

Ling Hanwu’s death.

Ye Chuchen’s coma.

Meng Chaoran grieved over the deceased and took care of the injured for two reasons — revenge and love.

When Ye Chuchen regained consciousness in the future, would this become a thorn in her heart? How did the current Meng Chaoran feel about that?

Even someone with a clever and nimble mind like Chu Yang couldn’t tell.

Everything was too complex, just like strands of silk entangled with each other, impossible to unravel…

On the fifth day.

Meng Chaoran could already stand and get around.
Other than his three meals a day and the time he spent meticulously taking care of Ye Chuchen, he spent all the remaining time practicing martial arts and cultivating.
What was astounding was that even after taking into account Chu Yang’s countless panaceas and elixirs as a backing, Meng Chaoran’s advancement in cultivation was still a huge revelation to Zi Xieqing!

It wasn’t only because Meng Chaoran’s cultivation was advancing by leaps and bounds.
If it had been just that, it wouldn’t have shocked her that much.

The key point was that when Meng Chaoran took care of Ye Chuchen, his entire mind would be focused on taking care of her; and when he was cultivating, his entire mind would be focused on cultivating!

When he was taking care of Ye Chuchen, it was as if his world only consisted of her alone.
And when he was cultivating, his world only consisted of cultivation!

His focus and level of concentration were absolutely single-minded! The moment he went into meditation, he would delve immediately into the deepest level of mental cultivation, completely undistracted by any other matter.

His day only comprised of four tasks — taking care of Ye Chuchen, cultivation, eating, and spending an hour every evening drinking by himself with Ling Hanwu’s cup opposite him, as though he were drinking with his brother.
With one of them in the mortal world and the other in the underworld, every time he drank a cup of wine, he would pour the cup of wine opposite him on the floor 1 .
This went on endlessly.

Meng Chaoran would drink till his spirits were high and enthusiastic.
Sometimes, he drank until he was smacking his thigh in joyous laughter.
Sometimes, he drank until tears fell from his eyes silently, mournful and despondent.

He behaved with his usual big-hearted and calm demeanor, as if his buddy was truly exchanging endless cups of wine with him and talking to each other heart to heart! He poured his heart out with no reservations as ‘they’ talked about anything under the sun!

Even the current Chu Yang could not have imagined that this habit of Meng Chaoran, where he would drink with the imaginary Ling Hanwu every evening, would continue into the long and meandering years to come!

Up till his final moments, he still exchanged a cup of wine with Ling Hanwu as he said, “My brother, I’m here.
Won’t you come and receive me?”

Only then did he close his eyes and rest in peace.

By then, it was already tens of thousands of years later…

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