She Holds the World After Being Reborn
Chapter 261 - 260 Young Master, It’s an Honor Even in Death for Your Servant

Chapter 261: Chapter 260 Young Master, It’s an Honor Even in Death for Your Servant

Atop the cliffs.

Ji Yuntai lay on his subordinate, his face haggard, the corners of his lips still stained with blood.

His gaze was filled with hatred toward the figure behind him, the silver-haired youth.

"Sir, it would be best not to be ruthless to the end, after all, what goes around comes around," he said.

Suddenly, a group of highly skilled Hidden Guards emerged from within the City Lord Residence, each one cruel and merciless, leaving rivers of blood in their wake.

What was most important was that they destroyed the formation he had meticulously prepared upon their arrival.

Behind this, if it were claimed that there was no guidance from an expert, Ji Yuntai would absolutely not believe it.

"Our Penglai Immortal Island has always been isolated from the world, having no enmities with the outside. Our Young Master merely served as the City Lord of Xiliang City for a while and didn’t make enemies. If sir would be so generous as to spare us, in the future, Penglai will treat you with the utmost courtesy," the butler said, his usual amiable expression replaced with a somber look, "Otherwise, from land’s end to the river of the netherworld, Penglai Immortal Island will not rest until this person is dead."

This was both a threat and a promise.

Along the way, their dozen or so elite members from Penglai Immortal Island had been reduced to only two by the silver-haired youth in front of them.

If these two also fell, then there would be no one left to protect the Young Master’s safety.

Thinking of the old woman’s instructions before leaving, the butler couldn’t help feeling guilty.

The lineage of Penglai Immortal Island was passed down through a single line; if something were truly to happen, how could he face the ancestors of Penglai Immortal Island?

Seeing the silver-haired youth unmoved, the butler clenched the long sword in his hand and took a step forward.

Determination filled the butler’s eyes, "If sir persists in this course, then—" he swung the long sword in his hand, creating a pattern in the air, "Penglai Immortal Island, please teach sir a lesson."

No one saw how the silver-haired youth moved, but by the time they reacted, the butler had already heavily fallen to the ground.

The long sword in his hand had broken into two pieces and fallen aside.

In the face of absolute power, all his efforts seemed so laughably fragile.

"Uncle Wang!" Ji Yuntai cried out in alarm.

The butler looked toward Ji Yuntai, silently extending a hand as blood kept flowing freely from the corners of his mouth.

In the end, he couldn’t even utter a complete sentence, and his hand fell through the air...

The butler, who had been with him for over thirty years, was dead.

For Ji Yuntai, this was already a heavy blow.

But what happened next made him seethe with indignation.

The subordinate carrying him gently placed him on the ground and knelt to perform a full kowtow.

"Young Master, even in death, I die with honor," he said.

He resolutely pulled out his weapon and stood in front of Ji Yuntai.

"No, come back!" As his words fell, the shadow in front of him also collapsed with a crash.

Another one dead.

All dead.

The people around him...

Ji Yuntai pounded his legs with his hands, never before having felt such a strong hatred for his own helplessness.

Why did he only know about formations, why didn’t he learn any martial techniques, why was he useless? Why did he... always drag everyone down?!

"If you want to kill me... may I ask the reason?" Ji Yuntai’s eyes reddened.

He sat on the cliff’s edge, amidst the whirling dust; his white clothing long since stained to a dusty yellow, now completely disheveled, no longer looking like the distinguished young master he was.

The silver-haired youth looked up at him.

Like a heartless deity, he parted his thin lips and his first words were, "How did you lose your legs?"

"..." Ji Yuntai could never have imagined that this ruthless executioner before him would actually be concerned about his legs.

"I did it myself," Ji Yuntai thought for a moment and then spoke.

At this point, he was no more than meat on the chopping block, at the mercy of others.

"As the Young Master of Penglai, why did no one heal you? My own damaged eyes were able to be restored; your legs truly aren’t a difficult problem."

Ji Yuntai narrowed his eyes, "Have you sought healing in Penglai?"

"Forty years ago." That was a very long time ago, so long that he almost forgot.

Ji Yuntai sized up the person in front of him. He couldn’t understand how this man, who clearly appeared to be in his early thirties, could have gone to Penglai for medicine forty years ago. What, then, was his true age?

"Under the grace of Penglai, I shouldn’t lay a hand on you," the young man slowly began.

Without a word, Ji Yuntai watched him.

"However, for the sake of my grand plan, you must still die," he gazed off into the distance, "This chaotic world would be too boring without the involvement of Penglai."

"Do you realize you are inviting war!" Penglai always stayed out of worldly affairs. If Ji Yuntai were to die in the Central Plains, regardless of the circumstances, Penglai would inevitably come ashore seeking the truth and clash with the people of the Central Plains.

The young man seemed to be amused by Ji Yuntai, chuckling lightly, "You have a personality very similar to one of my disciples. You met her not long ago." His brows and eyes softened in a rare expression, "Her name is Yan Wanqing, a very clever girl."

She was one of the few clever girls he had accepted as disciples over his decades of teaching.

So clever that sometimes he had to put forth his utmost effort to deal with her.

"Who on earth are you!" Hearing the name Yan Wanqing, Ji Yuntai fell into a rage and grabbed at the dirt beneath him with both hands, flinging it towards the man, but it was quickly dispersed by the mountain wind and vanished into the air.

"I am Song Huaxu," the young man said somberly, "If you have accepted Penglai, you should have seen my portrait in the secret chamber."

Song Huaxu...

In the blink of an eye, Ji Yuntai’s mind flashed, as if something had passed by.

But he could not remember.

Still, even so, some of the recent happenings were definitely related to this man called Song Huaxu.

"You rescued Xiao Hongshen from the dungeon, killed all the people in Xiliang City Lord Residence, framed Yan Wanqing, and proclaimed to the world she is a disciple of the Radiant Church, making her a traitor who betrayed Dawei. You say she is your disciple, yet why do you do this? Do you bear a grudge against the Yan Family?" Ji Yuntai couldn’t figure out what deep hatred this man had against the Yan Family and Yan Wanqing.

Song Huaxu shook his head, "No." He bore no grudge against the Yan Family; in fact, he owed them a favor.

"The Duke of the Nation is my sworn brother." He seldom mentioned himself in front of others.

Perhaps it was because Ji Yuntai was about to die, or maybe seeing this once glorious Young Master of Penglai now like a dog that had lost its home, sitting on the ground, elicited the desire in him to confide.

Song Huaxu spoke for the first time.

"People of the Yan Family are all brave warriors, loyal and righteous. No matter in which of the Six Kingdoms they found themselves, they would rise rapidly. Big brother... Yan Guozhong was nothing ordinary," Song Huaxu spared no praise for the Yan Family, his eyes surprisingly tender.

"Then why do you want to kill them?" Ji Yuntai asked sharply.

Song Huaxu fell silent, "...Why?"

He had no reason.

"I have to do it," he spread his arms as if to embrace the heavens and earth, "The world has been too peaceful for too long. People are greedy, lazy, constantly scheming, not striving for a better self, one ugly face after another, disobedient children, unkind fathers, those abandoning their wives and children, those killing for wealth, the lewd and degenerate... everywhere you look. What meaning does such a world hold?"

Song Huaxu looked at Ji Yuntai, "Don’t you think that, at this moment, what we need is a time of chaos? Use a chaotic era to sift through those who deserve to survive, pushing everyone towards a completely new situation. Only chaotic times can usher in peace; when that time comes, men will toil and women will weave, and we’ll have a peaceful and prosperous age once again!"

"Therefore, the Yan Family must die, I have no choice but to eliminate them; they are the biggest obstacles to my undertaking," Song Huaxu spoke loudly, "Dawei has rotten to its core, and without removing the fig leaf of the Yan and Sun families, how is Dawei to march towards its downfall? Without Dawei’s fall, how are the other five kingdoms supposed to crumble and disintegrate?!"

This was his game.

The game of Song Huaxu.

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