Chapter 74: No Other Love in Life; The Wind Takes Away Sorrow

Even if you’re not a sentimental person, you can’t help but sigh. Why is such a beautiful life always so short? (Gu Long)
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A person who once knew true love may feel that the whole world loses its importance when they lose it. Love is truly great, truly unimaginable.
The rain kept falling from the sky, and the wind blew between Liu Yi and Jili. Holding Jili’s already cold body, Liu Yi felt only one thing—pain.
Time passed around Liu Yi and Jili. The wind stirred Liu Yi’s long hair, which gradually lost its black color under the dim light. Endless sorrow, pain, grief, anger, and exhaustion combined to turn Liu Yi’s hair white overnight.
The rain gradually stopped, and the sky cleared under the wind. Soon, the sun rose in the east, illuminating everything around it and warming the earth with its warmth. Yet Jili’s body remained cold, for the sun could no longer bring her warmth.
Liu Yi, still holding Jili, slowly stood up, turned away from the pavilion, and headed toward his “home”!
At that moment, Da Dao Wang, Shi Jie Yi, and A Jiu arrived. Seeing Liu Yi’s plight, they searched everywhere for him and finally found the note at the entrance to the hall, realizing he had come here. They rushed over as fast as they could, worried something might happen to him.
But when they arrived, what they saw was utter sorrow. Liu Yi held Jili’s cold body, his hair now white overnight. His eyes were empty in the gentle wind. His only thought was to take Jili home.
Step by step, he continued walking, not knowing how long or how far he had gone. Finally, he returned to his “home,” which was no longer a home at all.
Shi Jie Yi and the others followed Liu Yi, unsure why he was doing this.
Liu Yi gently laid Jili on the ground and then helped his father, Liu Mu Xi. His father’s body was cold and stiff, but Liu Yi still helped him sit upright on a chair beside the table.
Liu Yi turned back, picked up Jili, and knelt in front of Liu Mu Xi. Looking at his father, who had been dead for a long time, Liu Yi said, “Unfilial son Liu Yi kneels before you here.” Saying this, he kowtowed three times while holding Jili.
After kowtowing, Liu Yi smiled expressionlessly and said, “Father, look. I’ve brought you your daughter-in-law. Today, we’ll get married right here in front of you. What do you think?”
Looking at his father’s body, he continued, “If you remain silent, it means you agree. We’ll perform the wedding ceremony right here in front of you.” Then, he helped Jili and began the ceremony.
Shi Jie Yi, Da Dao Wang, and A Jiu wanted to go and persuade Liu Yi, but they knew his personality and that his grief might make him lose his reason. So they could only watch from the side.
Just as Liu Yi and Jili were about to perform the second kowtow, a sharp cry rang out: “No!”

Everyone was terrified by that voice. They looked in the direction of the sound and saw someone they all recognized—she was the ruler of the Demon Clan, July. At that moment, she was wearing a red tight-fitting outfit, a pink wristguard on her left arm, and her right arm bare, with her dark skin fully exposed. She wore a red short skirt, and her long legs were clad in knee-high calf leather boots, giving her a well-balanced appearance. A red shoulder cape covered her body; it was still the same outfit, just with a different color.

In her left hand, she held the slender and beautiful “Dance of the Moon” sword, appearing before everyone’s eyes.

Liu Yi gently placed Jillie on the ground, quickly grabbed the “Sorrowful Dream” sword, and asked, “Why not?”

July paused for a moment before replying, “She’s already dead. Do you really want to marry a dead person?”

Liu Yi stared at July and burst into loud laughter, his laughter filled with sorrow and anger. Suddenly, he stopped laughing and said, “Shut up! Look, everything here is thanks to your Demon Clan. Are you happy now? I have nothing left—nothing at all.”

July’s expression became numb as she said, “I don’t know, and I don’t want to either…” Before she could finish speaking, she suddenly felt a sharp pain in her heart.

The “Sorrowful Dream” sword in Liu Yi’s hand instantly flew out and pierced July’s heart. His eyes were blood red…

In that instant, time stopped; there was no next moment. No one knew who was staring at whom, but this story was forever etched in their eyes.

July looked at Liu Yi. Tears streamed down her face as she softly said through the pain, “Although I didn’t do this, if killing me will make you feel better, I think it’s worth it.”

True love doesn’t care how much one gives for someone else; it doesn’t expect any return. Sometimes, one is even willing to sacrifice their life for that person’s smile. Some people are that crazy—July was such a girl.

Liu Yi glared at July and said angrily, “Fine, then I’ll kill you.”

Just then, the Great Sword King and A Jiu shouted loudly, “Don’t!” They truly didn’t want Liu Yi to be blinded by hatred.

As Liu Yi was about to move, a cold light flew from the sky and pierced straight into his heart. The immense force pulled the “Sorrowful Dream” sword out of his body, forcing him to stumble back several steps. With a loud thud, he knelt down, spitting out blood from his stomach.

At that moment, a man in black appeared on the scene. With a motion of his right hand, the silver sword flew back out of Liu Yi’s body. The man in black bowed and said, “My lady, I’m late. Please forgive me.” The speaker was Wei Feng, the protector of the Demon Clan and the mastermind behind this entire incident.

Everyone was stunned by what had happened. No one expected things to go this far. The Great Sword King, Shi Jie Yi, and A Jiu rushed over to support Liu Yi’s body.

Just then, July turned sharply, glared at Wei Feng, and snapped, “Did you do all this? Now that you’ve finally killed him, can you avenge your worthless, useless nephew?” Suddenly, July drew her long sword and swung at Wei Feng.

But who was Wei Feng? After a century of cultivation, he had become the guardian of the Demon Sect. With July’s current skill level, even with a sword in hand, it was impossible to harm Wei Feng in the slightest. With just a twist of his fingers, even the sharp “Dance Moon” sword couldn’t move an inch.

Wei Feng bowed his head and said, “I was only concerned for the safety of our lord. I hope our lord can understand my good intentions and not ruin our relationship over a stranger.” With that, he shook his hand sharply and turned to leave.

Watching Wei Feng go, July realized she couldn’t kill him. She turned her head, her gaze falling on Liu Yi…

Liu Yi’s body was already stained red with blood—the sword strike had pierced his heart. It seemed he wouldn’t survive. Struggling to stand, he shouted, “Don’t help me.” Holding the “Sorrowful Dream” sword, he used his last strength to walk step by step toward July.

July knew he was here to kill her. She wouldn’t resist, so she gently closed her eyes…

One step… two steps… three steps… As the sound of his footsteps stopped, July’s mood became calm. Perhaps dying like this would be the greatest relief for her.

But after waiting for a long time with no movement, suddenly, a soft voice sounded in her ear, “I’m sorry… I didn’t mean to hurt you. I think I’m dying soon. You must change your stubborn personality; otherwise, you’ll surely suffer. I’m not someone worth loving. Please forget me and find someone else you can love who also loves you.” The voice gradually faded away. July opened her eyes and watched Liu Yi struggle toward Jili’s body.

Looking at that strong man, July shook her head and said, “Silly scholar. You once said that once someone is etched in your heart, how can you let go of another? Do you know? Such pain is a thousand times worse than killing me.”

Liu Yi suddenly knelt down, blood pouring from his wound. He managed to support Jili and began the wedding ceremony…

Da Dao Wang stood by, tears in his eyes. What could such a strong man say? Shi Jie Yi and A Jiu were ready to support Liu Yi at any moment, fearing he might fall and never get up again.

Under their watchful eyes, Liu Yi and Jili completed the ceremony. Liu Yi gently held Jili in his arms and said to Shi Jie Yi, “Good brother… you must walk your own path from now on. I won’t be able to accompany you anymore.”

Seeing them, July’s legs gave out, and she couldn’t stand anymore. She sat down. Amidst all the corpses, there was still that bond of friendship. Recalling Liu Yi’s words, each word was as clear as if carved into her heart. Perhaps she would never be able to forget him in this life.

Shi Jie Yi rushed forward, knelt beside Liu Yi, and shouted, “Boss, don’t scare me! You’ve scared me once already. I believe you’ll be fine this time.”

Liu Yi glanced at A Jiu and continued, “A Jiu, Shi Jie Yi has always liked you very much. I hope you’ll… give him a chance.”

Ajiu looked at Liu Yi and couldn’t say a word; all he could do was keep nodding.
Liu Yi glanced at the Great Sword King and said, “Not being able to see you marry Shui’er is also a regret of this life. I want to ask you for a favor—after I die… bury me and Jili’er in the Snowflake Sea in Lianhua Town, will you?”
The Great Sword King quickly nodded…
Suddenly, everyone fell silent. Liu Yi, holding Jili’er in his arms, fell into a peaceful sleep, no longer hearing any sounds from the world.
Shi Jieyi suddenly hugged Liu Yi tightly and burst into tears, saying, “Boss, it’s all my fault. I failed to protect you. Boss, stop playing games with me. Please wake up!” Then he shook Liu Yi violently.
Ajiu grabbed Shi Jieyi and cried, “Don’t do this. Let him go in peace. Maybe he’ll meet Jili’er and his family underground, and that will make him happier.”
The sky gradually darkened, with a gentle breeze blowing by, as if mourning this tragic life…
Part 2, Volume 6: Wolves Rise, Looking North Over the Land