Originated from mountains and seas, life never ends

After Nangong Hongying finished speaking, she stared at him, seeming to be very nervous. She bit her lower lip unconsciously, and her nails dug into her flesh.

When the wind stops, breathing will stop.

This seems to be... talking about herself, right?

Is this something he can hear?

Feng Zhi looked at Mo Ze, nervous about his answer.

Mo Ze lowered his eyes and flicked the leaves intermittently, as if he didn't hear Nangong Hongying's words.

But Nangong Hongying did not speak again and waited quietly for his reply.

After an unknown amount of time, Mo Ze finally opened his mouth.

"I will fight back."

At this moment, the air seemed to freeze.

"Unite with the mother clan, use the place where I command the garrison as a base, and raise the flag of rebellion."

Mo Ze spoke lightly, as if he was really discussing things in the novel, but then he looked at Nangong Hongying, his golden eyes flashing.

"The military power cannot be handed over. But how many people will follow you after the rebellion depends on the image you establish in the army and the people you win over... I don't need to tell you the rest, right?"

"..."Nangong Hongying was terrifyingly silent.

Suddenly, he stood up and grabbed Mo Ze by the collar.

"Do you know what you are talking about?" Nangong Hongying stared at him, as if she wanted to see through him. "You are instigating rebellion! It is a capital crime!"

Mo Ze frowned and waved her hand down without any hesitation, saying calmly: "It's you who are asking me what I would do if it were me."

"I just answered your question."

The atmosphere was eerily dead silent.

Nangong Hongying slowly sat back in her seat and did not respond for a long time.

Mo Ze, however, acted as if nothing had happened. He smoothed the leaves and said "Oh", "Or you can just kill Yin Yuanxi. What's the word for that? Ruling from behind the curtain——"

"Why are you helping me like this?" Nangong Hongying couldn't help but look up and asked.

"Help you? I just said it casually, I didn't do anything." Mo Ze spread his hands, still staring at the flower pot in front of him, "If it was Yin Yuanxi who asked today, I would tell him that if he is uncertain, he should kill them all and eliminate the trouble forever."

"It's a pity that he hasn't been here for more than ten years." Mo Ze laughed and looked up at the woman with an ugly face. "In fact, you have already made up your mind, I just said it out loud."

Nangong Hongying's face turned pale, but she never refuted.

"If you are just here to ask questions, please go away." Mo Ze waved his hand, as if to drive him away.

Nangong Hongying did not say a word. She stood up silently and stood in front of Mo Ze for a long time before she slowly turned around and strode towards the door.

Halfway through the walk, he paused, turned his head slightly, but did not look back.

"Will you support me?"

"Then who knows..."

Mo Ze chuckled.

Nangong Hongying said nothing more and walked out of the palace.

Feng Zhi didn't walk out slowly until the smell outside the door completely disappeared.

"This is--" Feng Zhi turned his head and wanted to ask Mo Ze something, but this sight made his eyes suddenly widen.

"--grown ups!!"

Feng Zhi took a big step forward and supported Mo Ze's body which was about to collapse.

Mo Ze's lips were stained scarlet, blood dripped down his lips, the corners of his mouth twitched, and he couldn't help but spit out another mouthful of blood.

The eye-catching red color was particularly dazzling on the snow-white robe. Feng Zhi reached out to support him, but saw that he had already sat up slowly by himself.

"It's okay." Mo Ze wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and waved his hand slowly.

"How, how could this happen?" Feng Zhi was terrified and his fingers couldn't help but tremble slightly.

"Nothing." Mo Ze waved his hand again to indicate that everything was fine.

"How can this be alright—" Feng Zhi was confused, but suddenly an idea flashed in his mind, and his eyes widened, "Is it..."

He suddenly thought of that person, the one that Mo Ze's heart blood gave to, and the one who had an accident.

"Did he... have an accident? Should I go look for him?" Feng Zhi grabbed Mo Ze's arm in panic and asked, "Will you be fine if you cure him? Where is he? I'll go--"

"You won't be able to find him." Mo Ze patted his palm soothingly, "It's like this... He's dying."

Having said that, a hint of sadness appeared between his usually indifferent brows.

"Then...what should I do? Should I go and save him? What will you do?"

"Don't worry about it." Mo Ze shook his head and lowered his eyes, "Since this is his decision--"

"What decision?!" He didn't understand what Mo Ze said. He just wanted to prevent him from dying like this. He couldn't help but feel a little dissatisfied with the person he had never met. "Does he know that his death will affect you——"

"He doesn't know. I haven't told him." Mo Ze covered his chest but laughed softly, "I think telling him will affect his future judgment, so I didn't tell him."

"What...do you mean? Why didn't you tell me something so important?"

"It's just important to me." Mo Ze patted his head soothingly, still calm and collected. "If I tell him, then he will be timid and hesitant before doing anything... That would be bad."

"But now you—"

"I won't die in a short time." Mo Ze didn't listen to what he said anymore. He waved his hand at him, indicating that he didn't want to listen anymore. "I'm not as fragile as you think."

Feng Zhi pursed his lips, feeling extremely conflicted.

Of course he knew that Mo Ze was not a weakling who needed his protection, but...

He was worried about him.

Mo Ze rubbed his head again and smiled softly: "Don't worry, I won't die here."

He stared blankly at Mo Ze's smile, which was as light as the breeze, and suddenly he seemed to have returned to a hundred years ago, when they first met. The wind blew and he seemed like a god.

At Mo Ze's request, he did not stay long and left in a hurry.

He never thought that this would be their last meeting.

Before long, the war began. As Mo Ze said, the news of General Nangong's rebellion spread all over the country, and the war that had only been ignited on the border spread to the inland.

The Thunderous Emperor Yin Yuanxi of the current dynasty unexpectedly exposed Mo Ze, who had been hiding in the palace, to the world, and accused him of spreading rumors and inciting Nangong Hongying to rebel, and decided to unite with other countries to attack him together.

I heard that Nangong Hongying left the palace after she and Mo Ze fought their way out of the palace, and finally flew away on a fiery phoenix in full view of everyone.

After Feng Zhi heard this, he felt as if a huge rock was pressing down on his heart, and his ominous premonition became stronger.

He knew Mo Ze's strength. As long as he didn't want to, no one could trap him. The guards in the palace shouldn't be a threat. Why would the rumors be so difficult?

Either Nangong Hongying was the only one who took action, or... Mo Ze's pain became more severe.

He was worried about Mo Ze, and tried to get information along the way, and accidentally met Fang Xue again.

"I knew you would go." Fang Xue patted his shoulder and wiped his nose. "I'll go with you, you weak little doctor who can only treat patients."

"That's not what I meant..." He smiled helplessly, but he felt a little happy in his heart.

"By the way, Mo Qinglian...have you heard about it recently?"

Fang Xue's expression froze and turned gloomy when she heard that.

"What's wrong?" he asked confused.

"Don't you know?" Fang Xue looked at him with complicated eyes, "Now, he is the one leading the troops under the emperor."

……

None of the three of them had expected that this would be the scene when they met again.

Feng Zhi and Fang Xue mixed in the bustling crowd, looking at the man with his head raised high on the distant hillside.

Although night had fallen, the surrounding firelight was too dazzling, preventing them from seeing the expressions of people in the distance.

Mo Qinglian stood beside the emperor, who was wearing armor. The emperor raised his arm and asked him to show him the head of the person he had chopped off.

The snow-white hair had been dyed red with blood and was entangled between his fingers. Half of Mo Qinglian's body was stained with blood as he faced the crowd below.

At a glance, he recognized the owner of the head.

Feng Zhi's pupils suddenly shrank and his heart beat like a drum. He stared in disbelief at the familiar face hidden in the messy hair, and for a moment he didn't know whether he was angry or sad.

Tears unconsciously fell from her eyes as she stared at the man in black. An unprecedented resentment arose from the bottom of her heart.

Mo Qinglian...

Complex and fierce emotions blended into strong hatred. The soldiers around him were shouting and celebrating this victory that was not really a victory.

Ancient books written long ago recorded that it looked like a wolf with tiger claws and snake pupils, a black horn on its forehead, and a snow-white body. It understood the principles of all things and could understand the words of gods and goblins, and its name was Mo Ze.

Mo Ze knows everything. If you swallow his flesh and blood, you can live forever; if you eat his bones, you can get rid of all diseases; if you swallow his eyes, you can see through everything...

Feng Zhi didn't know whether it was true or not. Although the rumor was widely circulated among the people, he had never thought of researching its truth. But it was obvious that the soldiers around him didn't think so.

The headless corpse was dragged out and displayed to everyone like prey to be cut up - and that was indeed the case.

As the vitality gradually dissipated, the corpse slowly began to glow and turned into a beast body as huge as a hill. The originally snow-white and smooth fur became dull and covered with blood, and even the severed head was still bleeding.

Feng Zhi's whole body was trembling. He knew he shouldn't, but he couldn't help it, couldn't help it...

I can't help wanting to kill someone——

Just when he was about to be overwhelmed by emotions, Fang Xue pulled him back.

"Now... is not the time." Fang Xue's eyes were filled with tears, but she shook her head, "Not... the time."

He didn't speak.

No one knew what the emperor said, but everyone rushed forward to grab the items like crazy.

Before the body had even cooled down completely, it was mercilessly torn into pieces.

The fur was torn off, revealing the bloody interior;

The flesh was torn apart, revealing the white bones;

The tendons and bones were cut off, revealing the steaming internal organs.

"Your Majesty! I grabbed a leg!"

"I, I got half a skin."

"And this... this leg, don't take my leg!"

"This sinew is very strong. It must be very good for making a bowstring."

"Mine... As long as I can grab it, it's mine..."

"..."

The murderous intent continued to grow in his heart. Feng Zhi stared blankly at the purgatory-like scene before him. Even when he was knocked to the ground and trampled on by the people next to him, he did not react at all.

Why……

Why is this happening...

Fang Xue pulled him up, took him aside, and hid in the shadow of a tree. Without saying a word, she lowered her head and wiped the tears from her face.

Because... am I too weak?

He looked at Fang Xue, then at Mo Qinglian who had been watching coldly.

Mo Qinglian still stood there motionless, the firelight coming from behind him was particularly dazzling.

In this air filled with heat and blood, a breeze suddenly blew past.

The cool breeze blew away the smell of blood and violence, soothing his nerves.

But Feng Zhi realized in an instant that this breeze - no, it should be said that this breath of air belonged to Mo Ze.

Without any thought, he took action to intercept the breath that was about to dissipate. Although he didn't know what the use was, he subconsciously retained every breath belonging to Mo Ze. The grass leaves curled up into a ball, afraid of disturbing it, and moved gently and slowly.

He didn't dare to make a sound until he was sure he had collected it, then he exhaled, but then he noticed something strange.

"Come on!"

Before he could react, Fang Xue grabbed his wrist and quickly took him away from the battlefield.

"But..." Feng Zhi turned around and looked at the people who were still dividing up the corpse, feeling somewhat unwilling.

"I felt it... Mo Ze made a move."

The scene was in chaos, and no one noticed the two people leaving. Fang Xue knew what he was concerned about and explained quickly.

"I feel the... seal."

"Mo Ze has put down the seal." Fang Xue said firmly, "Let's go quickly and get out of here!"

They were very fast, covering a hundred miles in the blink of an eye, without stopping, they disappeared into the pitch-black forest.

There was a flash of light behind him, one of which streaked across the sky and disappeared somewhere unknown, while the other one struck deep into the forest and soon disappeared as well.

what is that?

Feng Zhi didn't know that his memory was interrupted here.

I only remember that after I escaped from the sealed area, I slept in a daze for a few days. When I regained consciousness, I received the news of Fang Xue's death.

She went to find Mo Qinglian, but was pierced to death by thousands of arrows.

When he arrived, there was only a cold corpse waiting for him.

There were 278 scars on his body, 32 arrow wounds, and eight heart injuries.

Feng Zhi looked at the corpse in his arms and was silent for a long time.

He buried Fang Xue in her hometown, a mountain forest full of peach blossoms.

Feng Zhi looked at the tombstone he had carved and sat in front of the grave for an unknown amount of time. The wind, rain, and scorching sun could not move him even a little bit.

Until the grass ball in his arms gave off a hint of coolness that seeped into his heart.

There was a sound of footsteps, and he slowly turned around to see a couple with two children, who seemed to be outing. The woman noticed this, glanced at him, and said, "My condolences."

Feng Zhi didn't say anything. He didn't understand where the change in the grass ball came from.

Until the man boasted to the children that he had participated in the encirclement and suppression and had snatched a piece of fur as long as an arm in the chaos.

Feng Zhi looked at the mottled fur and with just one glance, he was sure that it belonged to Mo Ze.

He looked at the man in front of him. The man was still chattering about how the rumors were true. Since he absorbed the aura from the skin, not only did his cultivation level increase greatly, but his luck also improved a lot.

Feng Zhi twitched the corner of his mouth, as if he wanted to laugh, but only a sneer came out of his throat.

The next second, the grass blade pierced the man's throat.

Blood spurted out. The man looked at him in disbelief, as if he didn't understand why such a harmless person in front of him would suddenly kill him.

The woman let out a sharp scream and the children looked at the bloody scene in confusion, not yet able to react.

Feng Zhi said nothing. He watched the man die in front of him coldly, then he slowly walked forward and picked up the fur on the ground.

The woman finally reacted, pulling the child away from him and staring at him nervously.

"grown ups……"

He ignored her and murmured, tears that had long dried up flowing out again.

"I hate it so much..."

He clutched the fur tightly, holding it against his chest, and choked like a wronged child.

"I hate it so much..."