Chapter 49

Chapter 49

The peach blossoms that bloom beautifully in the season of spring have to wither eventually. Falling from the branches to the ground, they are reduced to soil and dust, never to be seen again.

The life of a human is the same as well. It is impossible to retain ones youthful smile and beauty.

Eventually, we bid each other farewell.

When the mountainous wind blows, ripples appear on the surface of the lake. The beautiful but fragile lady leans on his chest, awaiting the final farewell, as though the spring wind has departed, the peach blossoms are about to expire, that kind of sombre death.

She turns her head slightly to glance at the fallen Li Ji in the distance, and her eyes fill with profound emotions. Then, retracting her gaze from Li Ji, she directs it towards Lu Chen. Her face pales further by the moment, but her expression also gradually turns tranquil, as though she has accepted this final conclusion.

She even strenuously chuckles softly for a moment, though it is unclear what she is chuckling at. Lu Chen, Li Ji, or perhaps, herself?

Hey! With a voice so light that it is almost indistinct, she asks Lu Chen, You. Have you ever liked me?

Lu Chen looks at Ding Dang, contemplates for a moment, and replies, I think so.

Ding Dang chuckles, even though she coughs violently twice in the midst of it. With a feeble voice, she says, Lying again! How can you reply with a I think so if you liked me?

Lu Chen doesnt respond and simply listens quietly to her words.

Ding Dang sighs as she leans on his chest weakly. Then, she says, I like that person over there, but it is a pity that I am wrong about him.

Lu Chen says, Dont speak. Rest a bit.

Ding Dang ignores him. Gasping lightly for breath for a moment, she continues, Lu Chen, I am about to die. Can you promise me something?

Lu Chen looks at her and says, Speak.

Ding Dang smiles in desolation. Then, she turns to look at Li Ji, and sees that the man whose face is painted with fear no longer carries the carefree and dashing look he once possessed. Even so, tenderness still floats within her eyes and she mutters weakly, I beg of you, spare him.

Lu Chens eyes are fixated on Ding Dang. After a moment, he says, He is the one who reduced you to such a state. He despises you. He even...

Ding Dang shakes her head, not refuting anything at all, only saying a few words, But I still like him.

Lu Chens words come to an abrupt stop. Silently, he gazes at the woman in his embrace and finally, he whispers, Is it worth it?

The hands Ding Dang is grabbing his shirt with slowly loosen, as though the final sliver of her strength is gradually draining away escaping from her. However, she seems much more relaxed, a gentle hint of a smile can be seen on her face, as though back then, at the age when she was the most beautiful, her most tender dream has been realised-- To spend an eternity with the one she loves as a pair of immortal couple, carefree and unrestrained.

Carrying the beauty of conspicuous fresh blood and soul-stirring despair between the boundaries of life and death, she smiles to Lu Chen and says, Who cares...Read latest chapters at novelhall.com Only

He kowtows forcefully. Dong dong dong, the three bows are solid, making it impossible for anyone to find any fault with it. Then, he straightens his body and says, That should be enough, right? So, let me go...

Halfway through his words, a black glint flashes across his peripheral vision and his remaining word chokes in his throat. At that instant, Li Jis heart suddenly contracts and his entire body trembles intensely. He stares at Lu Chen in disbelief.

That black dagger that seems to have came from the deepest depths of the darkness is held in Lu Chens hand, and he mercilessly stabbed it savagely into his body.

His flesh severs and blood splutters.

Li Ji howls loudly. He rolls his body away in agony, trying to escape to the side as Lu Chen stares at him impassively from behind. A bizarre glint flashes across his eyes. That is a flicker of black flame, as though the fire of the underworld that feeds on souls, staring arrogantly and savagely down upon the mortal world.

A hand of his grabs Li Jis neck while the other holds the black dagger. As though the way one picks up a livestock, a hand of his rises while the dagger falls. Time and a time again, he stabs into him ruthlessly.

Stab! Stab! Stab!

Stab! Stab! Stab!

As though a cruel and merciless demon incarnate from hell appearing in this world, carrying a sliver of insanity and the fearsome darkness with it, amidst the burning of the black flames, his black dagger stabs into Li Jis body ceaselessly, until all fresh blood and life has been sapped dry from him.

The fresh blood splatters into midair, dyeing Lu Chens entire body red. The black flames burn frenziedly amidst the fresh blood, as though feasting on this madness.

You... promised... to let me... go...

Completely dyed in blood, Li Ji, at the final moments of his life, gazes at Lu Chen as he says those words with a quavering voice.

At this instant, Lu Chen who is dyed red as though a demon, holds his dagger tightly as he retreats a single step. He stares at the dying man with both of his eyes and an expression as cold as ice, coldly looking on as he breaths his last in pain.

Then, he slowly walks to the newly erected grave by the lake.

He sits down and stares at the lake and mountains ahead of him, as though facing himself, as well as the the person who is lying in the mound beside him. Softly, he mutters, Who cares...

(End of 1st arc

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Pine trees are planted on top of graves as they represent the everlasting and undying spirit of the dead. Also, due to the longevity of the tree, it is also a good omen for the children of the deceased to have long lifespans.

They are also easy to sustain, and is tolerant to the heat and the cold.

Phew, finally the end of the first arc. Too much descriptive phrases for my expertise. I tried to keep as close to the races while making them eloquent, but one or two portion still stumped me totally, so I tried to interpret it as closely as I can to the words and context.