115: Chapter 115 His Last Words

Her extremely powerful cultivation allowed Ye Jingjun to hear every word Miss Yue said outside the door with perfect clarity.

The image of Su Chen stroking the pearl before he passed away surfaced once more.

Indeed, even at the very end, part of what he was thinking about was this blue-haired girl.

Though she felt a twinge of jealousy,

the man was already gone.

That mermaid was, after all, one of the concerns he couldn't bear to let go of.

No matter how jealous she felt, she couldn't just let Cang Mingyue, who had lowered her demonic power defenses, freeze to death outside her door.

Thinking of this,

a red light flashed in her eyes, and a murderous aura filled her chest.

Boom!

The mansion gates swung open with a crash.

Dressed in her blood-red wedding gown, Ye Jingjun charged out like a vengeful Shura, accompanied by swirling snow and a chilling sword intent.

She pointed directly at Cang Mingyue, who was kneeling on the ground.

"You want to see him?"

"Fine! I'll send you to see him first!"

The sword light flashed, piercing toward Cang Mingyue's heart.

She didn't seem to hold back at all, her ninth-rank martial artist cultivation fully unleashed.

Cang Mingyue had sealed her own cultivation and could not resist at all.

She didn't even dodge, simply closing her eyes as teardrops rolled down.

"Young Master Su, I'm coming to stay with you."

Boom!

The moment the sword qi hit her body, the expected agonizing pain did not arrive.

The sword qi didn't seem to carry an aura of destruction.

After that hot and domineering power entered her body, it forcibly broke through her self-sealed acupoints and even slammed into the bottleneck she had been unable to break through for many years of cultivation.

Pfft—

She spat out another mouthful of blood.

But this wasn't blood from an injury; it was stagnant blood from within her body.

Ye Jingjun's sword qi appeared ruthless,

but it was actually using a seemingly cruel method to open her blocked meridians inch by inch.

Every wound landed precisely on a vital point, bringing intense pain but also rebirth!

Cang Mingyue collapsed to the ground, looking in disbelief at Ye Jingjun, who had sheathed her sword and was standing before her.

She had no intention of hurting her.

Ye Jingjun remained expressionless, her red dress rustling in the wind and snow.

"Useless. With just this little bit of ability, you dare say you love him? You dare go to see him?"

"If you can't even take one of my strikes, would he even have the face to recognize you in the Underworld?!"

Cang Mingyue's attention was not on the sarcasm.

Because the cultivation that had just broken through was quickly roaring toward the next barrier.

In an instant, the second bottleneck was also breached.

It was at this very moment,

a familiar and gentle power emerged from the depths of her soul without warning.

It was a soul imprint left by Su Chen.

When her cultivation reached a certain level, it would be activated by the opportunity of her own breakthrough.

Cang Mingyue's vision blurred, and her consciousness was pulled into a world of pure white.

That white space was soft and warm.

It was exactly the same color as the clothes Su Chen loved to wear most back then.

Then, that figure she had dreamed of and longed for,

unexpectedly began to slowly coalesce.

He appeared before her, as if alive.

Su Chen was as handsome as ever, as gentle as jade.

"Miss Yue..."

When he spoke, it was in the gentlest tone from her memories.

Cang Mingyue instinctively wanted to rush toward him,

but she found herself bound by some force, unable to move.

"When you see this recorded image, I'll probably... be gone."

Su Chen's phantom smiled with a hint of helplessness.

"No crying. A mermaid's pearls are very precious, and I don't want anyone else to benefit from them."

"To keep it short, the loosening of the bottleneck you feel right now is the opportunity to break through to the ninth rank."

"I am now passing to you the final section of the 'Dragon Transformation Art' mental method, which is also the key to the ninth rank."

"This technique originates from the ancient Dragon Race. Legend has it that their ancestors only transformed into true dragons after practicing this section of the mental method..."

A series of formulas flooded into Cang Mingyue's mind.

After the transmission was complete, Su Chen's phantom seemed to fade slightly. He looked at her with a complex gaze, full of pity and reluctance.

When this video was recorded, Su Chen was on the verge of death, nearing the end of the investment period.

Whether it was to boost investment performance and increase their Blackening Value,

or if he had truly been moved,

even he himself couldn't tell.

"Yue'er..."

For the first time, he called her so intimately.

"I have many regrets in this life."

"My biggest regret is you."

"When we first met, you were like an innocent little sister, and I only wanted to keep you safe."

"Until that night by the sea when you gave me the pearl."

"Only then did I know what kind of feelings were hidden in your heart."

"But I carried a heavy burden and didn't have much life left. I didn't dare to make promises lightly, so I could only pretend not to know..."

"Especially after accepting an old friend's commission, I had no choice but to shoulder the responsibility of this world..."

"Today is the grand wedding in the capital, and I am at the end of my rope."

"I know this is the last day of my life, and I really wanted to fly to East Lai to see you."

"But I can't do it anymore."

"Wearing the pearl you gave me was out of selfishness, and also a wild hope."

"A hope that if you could make it to the capital in time, with this shining pearl,"

"you would be able to spot me at a glance in the vast crowd."

"To let you know that I never forgot you."

"I wanted so much to see you one last time at the final moment and tell you personally..."

He paused, his phantom becoming increasingly transparent.

"Unfortunately, things didn't go as planned, and in the end, it became a regret."

"Don't be sad for me, and don't blame yourself."

"I never blamed you."

"In my heart, you will always be my best 'support,' that siren girl who sang to me under the moon."

"Live well, Yue'er."

"Use your legs to go see this world where humans and demons coexist, the one I built for you, the one we once dreamed of together."

"It might not be perfect yet, but every part of it bears the traces of our struggle."

"Take care..."

His voice drifted away, and the phantom completely vanished into that pure white space.

"No... Su Chen."

"Su Chen—!"

"Young Master Su—!"

Cang Mingyue suddenly jolted awake from her sea of consciousness, returning to reality.

There, the wind and snow continued.

Ye Jingjun was still standing before her just as before, her beautiful face filled with complexity.

But she was already streaming with tears.

The spiritual power in her body was surging like never before.

Yet none of this could mend the despair and emptiness in her heart.

As expected...

He was ill.

He became ill because he was fulfilling their promise.

And he was so gravely ill.

Yet he had been thinking of her all along.

Until the very end of his life, he regretted that they couldn't see each other one last time.

He even wore the "token of love" she gave him at his wedding to someone else.

He was just afraid she wouldn't recognize him.

But what about herself?

So despicable...

She clearly saw him, yet because of those petty reasons, she turned and ran.

She was just a useless coward who only knew how to escape.

The snow fell harder and harder.

Under the eaves, Cang Mingyue

cried with a broken heart, her sobs tearing through her soul.