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"That's why he made me love him for the rest of my life. No matter where I go, it's impossible for me not to love him. The enmity between me and him is too deep." As Wu Xi spoke, her vision drifted off into the distance.

In an instant, the entire room sank into silence, like a burden of gold, leaving no place for one to hide.

Xi Ling stood up and walked outside. Before he left, he said to Wu Xi, "Don't tell this idiotic woman." Then he left without looking back.

In the dark night, there was a pitter-patter of rain. In Xi Ling's impression, it had never rained before. Actually, that was because he was always in the most comfortable place. It was luxurious and comfortable.

But now, he didn't want to hide in the West Tomb. As he walked in the rain, his mind was in a mess. Wu Xi's words had completely shaken him. When he recalled such an astonishing scene, he could not think of any martial arts that could allow a person to reach such a realm.

Redemption?

Xi Ling wanted to laugh. How could he redeem Wu Xi's sins? Since young, he had never had a dream like Wu Xi. He didn't even have any impression of his previous life, yet some ridiculous person came out of nowhere to tell him to atone for his sins.

"We'll know when his Imperial Majesty dies." Suddenly, a voice rang out in the rain.

Xi Ling suddenly turned around and saw that white-clothed old man with white hair and a white beard was standing behind him. He didn't even know when he appeared. In an instant, Xi Ling's face was filled with anger. He grabbed the old man's collar and asked, "Who are you, what do you want?"

The old man looked at him in pity. "I don't want to do anything. I just hope you foolish children will repent and stop being so stubborn."

"Bullshit, who the f * ck do you think you are? Is it the benevolent Guan Yin Bodhisattva or the Jade Emperor? How dare you say such words." Xi Ling's eyes were both red. As for his pain, it was as if a violent fire was raging within his body.

The old man continued to look at him with sympathy.

Xi Ling threw the old man onto the ground, but the old man did not seem to be in a sorry state at all. In this kind of muddy rain, his white clothes did not have the slightest dirt, not even a single drop of rain had stuck onto it.

Xi Ling found out and stared at him with a pair of eyes. He suppressed his voice and said, "Old man, just who are you? Are you a human or a god, or a ghost?"

"This old man is just a trivial Immortal cultivator."

Xi Ling didn't say anything. After a long time, Xi Ling seemed to have made up his mind and said, "Okay, I believe you to be an immortal. Then, how can this old man cure this illness?" The pain was still overwhelming, but Xiling was still standing, even though his face was already starting to turn pale.

This old one shook his head, "There is no solution, there is no solution. You are destined to atone for your debt of blood, how can there be a solution?"

Xi Ling's face darkened. "You mean, I will wait here for my death."

The old man did not refute him, "So before His Majesty dies, this old man came to let His Majesty die and understand that at least on the Bridge of Helplessness, I am no longer stubborn or foolish. The path of the mortal world is not easy to walk on."

"When his Imperial Majesty dies, everything will be clear." In the silent night, there was only this one sentence.

Xi Ling spat out a mouthful of blood. The dark, abnormal blood fell to the ground and was quickly dispersed by the clear rain.

Even if Xi Ling believed that this old man was an immortal, he didn't believe in fate either. Otherwise, he wouldn't be Xi Ling. That night, the Western Tomb sent the black-robed men to find the Immortal cultivators. Since he believed in reincarnation and immortals, then he believed that immortals could save him.

The next day, the first thing Su Nuo did when he woke up was drag Xi Ling to find Wu Xi for treatment. Wu Xi pretended to give him a pulse and said, "Big sister, don't worry, it's fine."

Su Nuo was still worried. "But it will hurt a lot." Su Nuo saw that Xi Ling was in so much pain that her face turned pale. She also knew that if her family's Ling Family could even make their faces change, then it would definitely be extremely painful.

"It's nothing, it's just pain. Nothing else." Wu Xi spoke indifferently, but his peripheral vision still glanced at Xi Ling.

Xi Ling brought Su Nana over. "Alright, he's so abnormal and yet he says that I'm fine now. You idiot woman, stop showing such a bitter face. I'm really troubled watching this."

Su Nuo was still worried. After thinking for a while, she said, "Ling, if there's anything, you have to tell me, okay?" For some reason, Su Nuo felt uneasy.

"I know."

Xi Ling did not immediately return to the Southern Champion Kingdom. Instead, he stayed at the Wu Valley. Moreover, he discovered that his idiotic woman liked this natural scenic area very much.

Xi Ling glanced outside and confirmed that Su Nuo was having tea with Wu Xi. He then turned around and asked, "How was it?"

The one being asked was a man dressed like a Taoist. Ever since he saw the West Tomb, his eyeballs had not been rubbed even once. They were glued to the point where he almost drooled. Xi Ling took a glance and suppressed his impatience. "How can I treat my illness?"

"Daoist Immortals." That person whispered. The black robed man that brought the Daoist Priest over wiped off his cold sweat.

Xi Ling's patience reached its limit as he kicked the Daoist Priest against the wall. "Daoist Immortals my ass." He then turned to the black-cloaked person and coldly said, "If this old man sees this disgusting thing again, you won't have to come back." With that, he pushed open the door and left.

The man in black felt pity. He looked at the man on the ground spitting out blood while mumbling to himself about how there were so many immortals in this world. Moreover, a real deity could be found so easily by a mortal like him. However, no matter how hard he thought about it, the black-robed man still did his best to continue searching.

Xi Ling did not stay in Wu Valley for long, and returned to the Southern Champion within a few days.

The black cloaked man found quite a few cultivators in succession, but they were short of those swindlers. However, when they saw that the West Tomb was mostly far away and their cultivation was still insufficient, they looked at the West Tomb with a face that could not extricate itself and almost caused it to vomit blood.

It had already been more than half a month since he returned to the Southern Champion Kingdom. There was still a general period of time before the end of summer that old man had mentioned. Xi Ling's complexion truly did not look very good.

In front of the window, Xi Ling looked at Su Nuo through the window. Su Nuo was brewing some tea in a corner and her actions were slow, as if she was going to freeze into a painting. There weren't many expressions on her face, but the deadly silence made Xi Ling's heart ache.

As expected, the pain came again, and all the bones seemed to be broken and shattered one by one. Cold sweat flashed across Xi Ling's face, which had become deathly pale due to the intense pain. Xi Ling tightly clenched his fists. However, his gaze continued to stare at Su Nuo outside.

Su Nuo naturally did not know. Even if she was a bit uneasy, no matter what, if Xi Ling was deliberately hiding it from her, how could she know? Not to mention that every time when the West Tomb broke out, he would leave early and come back after he recovered.

He used his hand to wipe his eyes, but no matter how hard he used his strength, his gaze on Su Nuo was like a double image, overlapping. It was a complete blur that could not be distinguished.

Xi Ling tightly gripped the window. Even though he was in so much pain that he was no longer able to think properly, he still clearly understood that he was going to faint because of this damn pain.

Xi Ling was not at fault, because he had indeed fainted. When he woke up, he saw the man in black standing in front of him. In a split-second, Xi Ling's gaze turned ice-cold. "What happened to me?" Even though he knew the answer, Xi Ling still asked.

The man in black did not look at him and replied, "Master, you fainted."

The word "faint" stabbed into his chest like two sharp swords, causing Xi Ling to be unable to breathe. It also caused the trace of Qi that had just recovered to completely disappear once again.

The man in black said in a low voice, "Miss Su doesn't know." He paused for a moment before continuing, "Your subordinate has found another one. This one's cultivation is very high. He will definitely be able to cure master's illness."

There was no expression on Xi Ling's face, and no one could tell what he was thinking. "When will he arrive?"

"We're outside."

"Let him in." Xi Ling said.

The black-cloaked person went out to bring the person in. Xi Ling waved his hand and let the black-cloaked person leave. In a short while, only two people remained in the room: Xi Ling and Xi Ling.

The Daoist Priest was not as old as the others. Instead, he was a young man with a clean and fair face. He had the demeanor of a transcendent being that did not attract the attention of mortals.

Xi Ling stood at the window, and his gaze fell upon Su Nuo, who was still watching the scenery from the pavilion. He had not spoken a single word the entire time. The Taoist dressed in luxurious clothing did not say anything as well. He only stood there quietly, waiting in a neither hurried nor impatient manner.

Without turning around, Xi Ling asked, "Are you a human or an immortal?"

The little Daoist humbly said, "This little Daoist is only a mere mortal."

Xi Ling then asked, "Are there really deities in this world?"

"Yes." The little Daoist replied firmly.

Xi Ling harrumphed, but there was a hint of self-mockery in his tone. "Then tell me, what is atonement? Why did I have to repay the debt from my previous life in this life?" Xi Ling's voice was somewhat agitated, but he seemed to be suppressing it.

Outside the window was Su Nuo's bland face. She could hear the gentle breeze blowing by her ears, causing her long hair to flutter in the wind.

The little Daoist clasped his hands. "It's too late."

"Too late. Are you saying that I created this evil in my previous life because I couldn't make it in time? So, you want me to pay you back in this life." Xi Ling suddenly turned around, his expression it was unknown whether it was a smile or anger.

The little Daoist shook his head and looked at Xi Ling with his calm eyes. "Actually, it may not be a sin created by Benefactor, but it is something you have carried on your back. So, no matter how many lives you have lived, no matter who created it, you will always have to pay it off."

Xi Ling's expression suddenly became solemn and he grabbed the little Daoist's lapel. "What do you mean? Are you saying that I didn't create those sins?"

The little cultivator was heartless, but he had no desire. He gently smiled and said, "Don't say it, don't say it."