Chapter 121: Dialogue

On the other side of the river, everyone watched in amazement at this incredibly strange scene.

The boundary on the opposite side distorted and shrank layer by layer until it finally turned into nothingness. The river in front gradually disappeared from the sight of the crowd.

The people who successfully crossed the river were now running away in fear, but soon they also vanished with the fading boundary.

When Huang Rang woke up again, she found herself still sitting in a wheelchair. The atmosphere inside the Yuanrong Tower had returned to calm, and the rune symbols on the walls were hidden. The entire tower now looked no different from an ordinary building.

Unable to move a bit, Huang Rang quietly stared ahead, and the light from outside the tower entered. It was already evening.

Someone approached from behind, walking with unsteady steps. Soon after, a hand covered in blood reached out, gently touching her face and limbs as if checking for injuries. Huang Rang couldn’t turn around, but she already knew who it was.

It was Di Yiqiu.

Huang Rang felt his warmth, and the sunlight outside the tower gently tickled her skin.

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“What’s going on? Is this how the court persecutes the common people?”

“Did Third Dream really suffer the punishment of the Soul-Binding Bone Needle? Isn’t it necessary to be publicly tried by the immortal sect before implementing it? Yuhu immortal sect must give an explanation!”

“Is it safe now?”

Various questions came one after another, and behind them, Xie Hongchen also floated down the tower.

Di Yiqiu slowly wiped away the bloodstains on Huang Rang’s cheeks and said, after a long time, “Shi Wenyu has disappeared. Currently, the Yuanrong is under the control of Master Xie.” He bent down, pulled up a small piece of grass, and said, “The order of the heavenly path is being restored, so there’s no need to panic.”

People’s attention gathered, and they saw the wild grass in his hand, originally half-dead, gradually recovering at a visible speed.

“How long will it take to fully recover at this speed?” someone asked anxiously, cursing, “You people who have long been dead should just end yourselves, right? Haven’t you heard what the Third Dream said? Your existence only affects the order of the heavenly path!”

As he spoke, other resurrected individuals, including their relatives and friends, became furious.

“What nonsense is he talking about? Our lives are lives too!” At that moment, the crowd began to argue and dispute.

Di Yiqiu is actually very adept at handling such matters.

Being in court, he understands human nature very well.

At this moment, someone must take the lead, urging those with a sense of righteousness to sacrifice themselves. Subsequently, persuading the hesitant, then forcing the unwilling, and finally executing those who resist.

The mindset of those in power is like cutting off an arm with a sword; how can it be compassionate?

He gently stroked Huang Rang’s long hair, his face icy cold. “Gentlemen, my wife, Huang Rang, devotedly ran about without any selfish desires.”

Huang Rang, listening to his words, would have burst into laughter if not for the two needles on her head.

Behind them, Di Yiqiu reached out and gently touched Huang Rang’s cheek. He spoke calmly and composedly, uttering false and groundless words: “During the recent dream-breaking, she once said to me that the value of life is more precious than mountains. Because those who were resurrected from dreams are unwilling to die, it is also a common human sentiment.”

The surroundings gradually became quiet, and countless gazes converged here.

He Xijin and others had been blocking the people, not allowing them to approach Di Yiqiu and others. At this moment, they also looked over.

Di Yiqiu stood tall, his gaze sharp as a blade: “But where there is righteousness, one should be generous. …Willing to use one’s own body, sacrifice life for righteousness, and inspire the fearless.”

“Di..Di.. Di…” He Xijin angrily pointed at him.

Xie Hongchen was stunned for a long time before he understood the meaning of these words.

“Di Yiqiu! What are you talking about?” he exclaimed.

However, the responses from the others were like statues. Who wouldn’t know the deep connection between Huang Rang and Di Yiqiu after four dream entries?

He was Huang Rang’s admirer from a hundred years ago, pursuing her through four dreams and forming a threesome marriage.

But now, he said that Huang Rang was willing to sacrifice her life and “inspire the fearless.”

“Are you crazy?” Qu Manying stepped forward, about to snatch the wheelchair. “To achieve your goal, you’re willing to sacrifice even her? Forget about it!”

Di Yiqiu didn’t speak, but his movements were as swift as lightning, avoiding Qu Manying’s attempt to snatch the wheelchair while taking Huang Rang away.

Xie Hongchen took a few steps forward, reaching Huang Rang. He crouched down slowly. Huang Rang and he exchanged glances, both silent in their hearts.

Without seeing Di Yiqiu, they didn’t know how he could speak with such a calm tone, saying such things.

Xie Hongchen gazed and said, “Come with me.” Due to his weak voice, this statement sounded more like a plea. He held Huang Rang’s hands resting on his knees, every word filled with exhaustion and hoarseness: “Ah Rang, come with me, okay?”

Huang Rang remained silent and unmoving. Xie Hongchen almost begged, “I’ll take you away from the immortal sect. We can live in seclusion, and I’ll use my life to research the antidote for the Soul-Binding Bone-Fixing Needle. Please, okay?”

On the side, Qu Manying said, “Ah Rang, can you hear us?”

Miao Yunzhi glanced at the situation, feeling reluctant, and said, “She can still blink, but it’s slow.”

Qu Manying, already in tears, held Huang Rang’s shoulders and said, “Ah Rang, if you agree with Master Xie, just blink your eyes. Okay?”

Huang Rang’s gaze was hollow and empty, but she still didn’t move.

Qu Manying and Xie Hongchen held their breath, waiting until despair gradually set in.

Di Yiqiu also made a move; he was also waiting, perhaps hoping for a moment of hesitation, a moment of reconsideration, as her earlier words might have been impulsive.

But it wouldn’t happen.

He knew it wouldn’t.

Di Yiqiu gently stroked Huang Rang’s long hair, his palm tainted with that cool and delicate touch. After a long while, he said, “She won’t go with you. You don’t understand.”

Tears were already in Xie Hongchen’s eyes, so he almost shouted, “I don’t understand? We’ve been married for a hundred years!”

Di Yiqiu remained as calm as a stone. He said, “Married for a hundred years, yet you don’t know that this was once a free and unrestrained soul.”

Xie Hongchen was stunned, and Di Yiqiu asked in a soft voice, “If… if you still don’t regret it, blink your eyes.”

Under the gaze of Qu Manying, He Xijin, Xie Hongchen, and others, Huang Rang gently blinked her eyes.

To live worse than death, how could there be regrets?

But Di Yiqiu, I only explained to myself. However, I have considered that, for you, it’s such a cruel thing.

After I leave, this body will turn to dust, with spring breezes blowing and the earth embracing. But what will you do?

In this state, everyone will fear and dread you, spreading rumors about your cold-blooded ruthlessness.

This is… the choice.

What else is there to say?

Qu Manying covered her face with both hands, and Xie Hongchen fell into the swamp of memories. Upon waking from the dream, he realized that what was lost was already lost.

Di Yiqiu pushed Huang Rang in front of everyone. They stared at the woman in the wheelchair, adorned with exquisite makeup and intricate clothing. Her beauty was so unreal; her gaze was unfocused and without a focal point.

It’s hard to believe that such a person actually has a life.

Di Yiqiu walked up to her, and Huang Rang finally saw him clearly.

Amidst the bloodstains and dirt, he had handsome features and a gaze as deep as the sea.

Di Yiqiu. Huang Rang.

Walking on the yellow sand of memories, wanting to find the first encounter with him outside the dream. Unfortunately, life is complicated and chaotic, filled with thorns, and she can no longer remember the young man who came to propose in Xiancha Town.

Back then, did I also wear a gentle and dignified exterior, conversing with you gracefully?

What did we say back then?

Di Yiqiu, I don’t remember a single word.

He gently held the hands that were pressed to his chest.

He let her face rest on his chest, allowing her to listen to his heartbeat and breath. In the Xiancha Town of the past, His Highness the 86th prince, the youth who had achieved success, came riding on a horse. The young girl stood on a thousand hectares of fertile land, with a light golden complexion.

The fields of wheat were golden, overflowing with the warmth and brilliance of a bountiful autumn harvest.

If memories are tearful, they can only be left untouched. He helped her sit up again.

“Go.” He raised his right hand and gently grasped the two golden needles on her head. His voice was very soft, as if it took great effort to stop the flow of fresh blood in his heart. “Go, Ah Rang. From now on, you won’t suffer anymore.”

As the words fell, he exerted force with his hands.

Huang Rang only felt a splitting pain in her soul! But she wasn’t frightened; there was a faint sound around her. She saw Xi Yin, Huang Yang, and Huang Jun in the crowd. They all looked in this direction, but no one approached.

Time shattered into fragments, whistling past like a galloping horse.

Life companionship, joy and sorrow, love and resentment—all vanished in this gaze.

Huang Rang withdrew her gaze, so there was only Di Yiqiu’s face in front of her. On the mountainside of the Yuhu immortal sect back then, time seemed so long, as if the days would never end. And now, time is so short—not enough to say goodbye.

When the two golden needles left her body, Huang Rang wanted to get up and rush towards him.

She wanted to grab a hug, even if it was just a blink. But when the Soul-Binding Bone-Fixing Needle was pulled out in an instant, her body turned to dust.

Golden grains of sand scattered, too late to get close, already scattered in the clear wind. Di Yiqiu reached out, and the golden sand, with dazzling specks of light, passed through his fingers, spreading like dust in the blood-red sunset.

Huang Rang’s vision sank into darkness in that brief moment.

From now on, no more suffering, only lingering regrets and eternal sleep in the night.

Di Yiqiu, If I have been given another destined relationship by heaven, Regardless, at least there should be a line of dialogue between us. Even if it’s a call or a piece of advice,.

But there isn’t.

Unfortunately.