Chapter 102: Butterflys death, Comets advent

Chapter 102: Butterflys death, Comets advent

Murong Lin’s presence returned once again to the Merry Forest, but this time, he diverted his attention to the bustling casino within its confines. Instead of venturing outward, he engaged in a card game, immersing himself in the fast-paced atmosphere.

Inside, time moved at an exhilarating pace. Losses materialized in the blink of an eye, and wins were equally swift. Money changed hands so swiftly that it barely had a chance to feel the warmth of its possessor’s touch before vanishing into the depths of chance.

Yet, despite the relentless ebb and flow of fortune, the thrill remained undiminished. It was the sheer excitement of it all, the intoxicating dance with chance, that captivated its patrons.

Murong Lin, too, quickly lost the money he had brought with him. Instead of using his formidable cultivation to cheat others, he walked out of the casino, taking in the surroundings with an air of boredom. Then, a figure caught his eye, and a faint smile curved his lips.

It was Lu Man Tian.

Old Bo’s dependable right-hand man, the uncle of Lu Xiang Chuan—a ruthless middle-aged individual.

The term “ruthless” rather than “cruel” aptly described him. He had the audacity to betray Old Bo, but regrettably, his strength was lacking.

He strolled across the bridge spanning the small river toward Gao Lao Da’s residence, twirling two iron balls in his grasp.

Murong Lin was well aware of the plot’s current progression.

His own intervention had prevented Han Tang’s death by the riverside. Consequently, he couldn’t predict the potential butterfly effect of this change.

What Murong Lin was certain of was that tonight, Lu Man Tian would likely meet his demise.

As expected, the news that circulated the following morning was of Shi Qun’s supposed successful assassination of Han Tang, only for him to be effortlessly slain by Old Bo with a single blow.

Lu Man Tian’s death was announced, and it was allegedly committed in collaboration with the assassin to inflict further harm upon Old Bo.

Within the Merry Forest, Murong Lin sat, his senses attuned to the Blood Bat Locusts under his command:

Ye Xiang’s swarm had been depleted by half, and he was presently occupied with regaining his strength.

Xiao Die’s swarm had only recently begun its growth and appeared to be prospering.

Three individuals had stealthily ventured toward the borders to secretly build their strength before exacting their revenge.

The remaining four others had seemingly disappeared without a trace.

Murong Lin gathered the scattered Blood Bat Locusts in the vicinity, keeping them within the bounds of the Merry Forest to nurture them. The outcome was dire, as humans soon detected the presence of the Blood Bat Locusts and hastily initiated their extermination within the forest.

Meanwhile, Meng Xing Hun emerged from his seclusion, and with a single swing of his sword, he managed to eliminate thousands of Blood Bat Locusts.

Meng Xing Hun’s sword technique was like a comet, brief but devastating, and it made a profound impression even on Murong Lin. This technique seemed to be a perfect counter to Murong Lin’s ‘Dark Sky Style’.

Truly, it was no surprise that he was a protagonist.

Murong Lin smiled wryly as he directed the surviving Blood Bat Locusts to flee. In truth, these creatures had lost their significance to him.

Once more, Murong Lin departed from the Merry Forest, journeying east to reunite with his own horde of Blood Bat Locusts.

Murong Lin observed his Blood Bat Locusts approaching from a distance, a joyful smile gracing his lips. Their feeding frenzy on the small island in the sea had bolstered their strength significantly, with even the Sky Reaching realm locusts growing in number.

In a frenzied clash, the two engaged in a savage struggle.

Ye Xiang harnessed his strength as Xiao Die commanded the Blood Bat Locusts under her control to attack, launching a relentless assault against Lu Xiang Chuan.

Lu Xiang Chuan’s appearance deteriorated into a state of wretchedness. Locusts clung to his clothes, stubbornly refusing to relinquish their grip even in death. His attire was quickly reduced to tatters, exposing his flesh and blood to the relentless onslaught of the swarm.

Overwhelmed by fury, Lu Xiang Chuan made a final desperate attempt to strike at Xiao Die in his rage. Ye Xiang tried to stop him, but it was far too late, and he had no other choice but to block the attack with his own body.

He shielded Xiao Die, his body absorbing the full impact of Lu Xiang Chuan’s hidden weapon, which pierced through his heart.

Even with the tens of thousands of Blood Bat Locusts providing cover, they proved powerless to shield against the venomous force of Lu Xiang Chuan’s hate-fueled attack.

Lu Xiang Chuan’s eyes bore into Xiao Die, a venomous expression etched on his face. As his body became a feast for the Blood Bat Locusts, he watched as she pulled the dying man into her embrace.

Xiao Die looked at the man who was slowly dying in her arms, but she couldn’t recognise who he was, and she couldn’t understand why he had sacrificed his life to save her.

Ye Xiang fought to open his eyes, a bitter smile playing upon his lips. He had anticipated that Xiao Die wouldn’t recognize him. As an assassin, only a handful of individuals knew his identity.

Pity filled Xiao Die’s gaze once more, akin to the mist that veils a tranquil lake – sombre, yet hauntingly beautiful.

“My name is Ye Xiang,” he managed to utter, blood and fragments of his organs accompanying his words as they flowed from his mouth. With that, he breathed his last.

A man who had spent his life evading his emotions, terrified of acknowledging them, had drifted through existence in a haze of intoxication. Now, in his final moments, he had finally spoken to the woman he held dear.

It was a pity that this was his first sentence to her, and it was his last.

Xiao Die clung to Ye Xiang’s lifeless body, her heart heavy with confusion over the depth of his feelings for her.

Above them, the Blood Bat Locusts continued their relentless dance through the sky, but not one of them harmed this butterfly.

If the beauty of this butterfly was indeed a sin, then perhaps Ye Xiang’s sacrifice had, in its own tragic way, proved its value.

Xiao Die had, at last, found someone who truly loved her.

Tears streamed down her face as she clung to his lifeless form, and in that desolate moment, she chose to end her own life.

By the time Meng Xing Hun arrived, all he saw was the haunting sight of the woman he loved, lifeless and embracing his dearest friend in death.

A solitary comet streaked across the sky.

Down on the earth, a butterfly fluttered slowly.

Translator’s note

Comet = Meng Xing Hun, Butterfly = Xiao Die.

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