Chapter 470

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　　One stick of incense ago.
　　The Qilv Hall, the Cliff of Reflecting on Faults.
　　The weak-qi Jinyue, holding a pardon order, passed through one stone gate after another and finally came to a prison cell located a hundred feet deep in the ground of the Cliff of Reflecting on Faults.
　　Through the hole in the ten-foot-thick iron door of the prison cell, he finally saw the familiar face that he had loathed for a lifetime – Zhao Qian.
　　That’s right, the person he was looking for was Zhao Qian.
　　At this time, Zhao Qian was lying on a stone bed, looking forward with empty eyes, not knowing what he was thinking.
　　“Zhao…　Zhao　Qian.”
　　After hesitating for a long time, Jinyue finally spoke and called out.
　　“Jinyue, don’t try to get information from me. I don’t know any more about the little martial uncle than you do.”
　　Zhao Qian said without turning his head.
　　When speaking, he still looked at the front wall with empty eyes.
　　“I’m not… cough, cough, cough…”
　　Just as Jinyue was about to explain, he didn’t expect to trigger the injury on his body and coughed violently.
　　Hearing these coughs, Zhao Qian, who originally had empty eyes, suddenly turned his head to look at the prison door and asked：
　　“Who hurt you so badly？”
　　Jin Yue didn’t answer. Instead, he took out the pardon order and asked the disciple beside him to open the prison door.
　　Amid the sound of gears and mechanisms, the heavy iron door was slowly pulled up.
　　Jin Yue stepped into the prison.
　　“I brought this upon myself.”
　　As he spoke, he forcefully suppressed the surging qi and blood in his body, slowly sat down against the wall, and then let out a long sigh and said：
　　“As early as when he kept searching for the whereabouts of Su Chan, he should have been vigilant. Otherwise, it wouldn’t have come to such an irreparable situation today.”
Upon hearing this, Zhao Qian’s face immediately became solemn, and then he asked, “Your kid went berserk?”
　　Jin Yue neither affirmed nor denied it.
He raised his head and looked at Zhao Qian with eyes full of resentment and said:
　　“Zhao Qian, if it weren’t for you, a coward, Qing’er wouldn’t have died, and Zhier wouldn’t have gone berserk. Everything is because of you！”
　　Zhao Qian didn’t speak because this was indeed a knot in his heart.
　　“You clearly knew that Junior Sister Qing’er liked you back then. Why did you give her to me？ Why！”
　　The more Jin Yue spoke, the more excited he became.
　　“Because Senior Brother, you are more suitable than me, a good-for-nothing, for Junior Sister to entrust her life to.”
Zhao Qian lowered his head, and his eyes also became a little dim.
At that time, he was over thirty years old and still hadn’t broken through to the Wangyou Realm. He felt that the future was slim. and even though he knew that his junior sister had a crush on him, he didn’t dare to accept it, feeling that he would delay the other party.
　　“You’re　talking　nonsense！”
　　Jin Yue cursed again.
You left the world without a word back then and were gone for thirty years. Junior sister searched for you almost everywhere in the secular world of Zhenwu Tian. As a result, you not only married a secular woman but also had a daughter.”
“That day, Qing’er’s hair turned white overnight. My little junior sister who always had a smile on her face would never smile again.”
His voice became smaller and smaller, as if he was recalling the past again.
“Senior brother, you’re right to scold me. I… I betrayed my junior sister and also hurt her.
Zhao Qian’s head hung even lower.
“Do you know why Qing’er asked me to find you and let you end her life after she entered the magic way?”
　　Jin Yue asked coldly.
　　“It’s probably to make me feel guilty for a lifetime.”
　　Zhao Qian muttered with his head down.
　　It was precisely because of this incident that he bound his sword heart and never used a sword again.
　　Because whenever he picked up a sword, he could recall the face of his junior sister with a faint smile when he helped her end her life that day.
　　“So this is what you’ve been thinking all along？”
　　Jin Yue sneered coldly.
　　“Isn’t it？”
　　Zhao Qian suddenly raised his head and looked at Jin Yue with a puzzled expression on his face.
　　“The most powerful magic lotus of the Nine Nether was planted in Qing’er’s body. Once out of control, with Qing’er’s natural talent and qualifications, she will surely become the Demon Lord.”
　　“At that time, the little martial uncle was not there, and the candidate for the head of Qingxuan was undecided. Once Qing’er became a demon, no one could stop it, and Qingxuan would surely be a place of great suffering for all living beings.”
　　“Also because of the relationship of the magic lotus, she couldn’t choose to end her own life and could only ask others for help.”
　　“But even if she could suppress part of the power of the magic lotus at that time, there was no guarantee that at the critical moment of facing life and death when others ended her life, she would definitely be able to suppress the backlash of the power of the magic lotus.”
　　“After all, everyone is afraid of death.”
　　Jin　Yue　murmured.
　　“Then why choose me？”
　　The more Zhao Qian listened, the more confused he became.
　　“Because… because she knew that even if she became a demon, there was still one person in this world that she would never forget, that person…”
　　Jin Yue suddenly laughed, but as he laughed, his smile turned into anger, and then he almost roared at Zhao Qian：
　　“It’s you！ It’s you, this waste！ It’s you, this coward！”
　　Hearing this, Zhao Qian froze there motionless.
　　Suddenly, everything that happened that day emerged extremely clearly in his mind.
　　That day’s Junior Sister Qing’er.
　　Wearing the hairpin he gave, dressed in the Yuehua skirt she often wore when she was young, and even having drawn her eyebrows.
　　And once he thought that Junior Sister Qing’er deliberately dressed like this to make him feel guilty, so that he would feel guilty for a lifetime.
　　“Bang！”
　　Zhao Qian’s head heavily hit the ground.
　　“Senior Brother, give me a quick death.”
　　Zhao Qian, with blood all over his head, pleaded with Jin Yue with a look of despair in his eyes.
　　Jin Yue didn’t speak, but threw the pardon order and a Moon Shadow Stone at Zhao Qian’s feet.
　　“I have thought countless times about tearing you into pieces, but whenever I think that Qing’er will hate me, I put all these thoughts away.”
　　“This Qingxuan Sect is the same.”
　　“If it weren’t for the scenery that Qing’er never forgot until her death, if it weren’t for the little uncle that Qing’er respected the most, I would have left long ago.”
　　“Zhao Qian, don’t be a coward anymore. You have already failed Qing’er who treated you like that. Now are you going to fail this group of disciples who risk their lives to save you and save the Seven Peaks？”
　　Jin Yue said with a weaker and weaker tone.
　　Hearing this, Zhao Qian was stunned at first, and then picked up the Moon Shadow Stone on the ground and channeled a strand of true essence into it.
　　In an instant, the scenes of the disciples of the Seven Peaks, who were willing to risk their lives to win the Seven Peaks Competition, appeared in front of his eyes.
　　Looking at these scenes, Zhao Qian’s body couldn’t help but start to tremble. There was confusion and anger in his eyes, but there was more self-blame and guilt.
　　“Zhao Qian, sometimes I’m really jealous of you. You’re clearly a waste, yet you can get Qing’er’s love. You’re clearly a coward, yet you have such a group of brave disciples.”
　　At this time, Jin Yue looked at Zhao Qian with unwillingness in his eyes, and then said with the last bit of strength：
　　“Zhao Qian, stop being a coward. Go to the bottom of the Hidden Sword Terrace and retrieve your sword. Kill that madman Zhou Tong and end this joke！”