Ji Shiyou casually put away the Fuyao and then beckoned, sending the round moon in the sky towards Zhao Wumian.
As the round moon flickered, its form changed, transforming into a small, exquisite, thin-bladed willow leaf knife.
Although only palm-sized, it radiated light, its edge sharp, glinting with cold light.
"You crushed me into a meat paste, today I'll return it to you with a thousand cuts."
Ji Shiyou's deep eyes shot out a sharp glint. As his cold words fell, the willow leaf knife, formed from the round moon, swept across Zhao Wumian.
"Ah!"
As a piece of flesh was sliced from his chest, Zhao Wumian let out a wail that puzzled everyone.
The piece of flesh was only a thin slice, three inches long and one inch wide. Zhao Wumian shouldn't have reacted so strongly.
They didn't know that the willow leaf knife, formed from the round moon, possessed a dual damage effect.
With every cut, Zhao Wumian's body and soul felt pain simultaneously. Physically, Zhao Wumian could endure it.
But the pain of his soul being torn apart was unbearable, hence his ear-splitting howl.
"Noisy!"
The willow leaf knife continued to slice flesh from Zhao Wumian, his screams incessant.
Ji Shiyou frowned slightly and casually sealed Zhao Wumian's voice.
Mingyue was not far from Ji Shiyou, her heart filled with confusion, wanting to ask Ji Shiyou for an explanation.
But when Wangshu merged with the Crescent Moon Slash, she stopped, for she felt a familiar sensation.
This feeling was too familiar to her. In the Great Desolation, she felt it every day for half a year before the war between the Wu and Yao tribes.
Seeing Zhao Wumian, who couldn't be harmed by the Crescent Moon Slash, reduced to mere bone by the willow leaf knife as if he were tofu,
coupled with that familiar feeling, Mingyue's mind drifted to other thoughts, and she couldn't help but frown.
"Forget it, I'll give you a quick end!"
Ji Shiyou's peripheral vision was fixed on Mingyue. Seeing her frown, he thought she couldn't bear the gruesome scene.
He quickly waved his hand. Zhao Wumian, whose body was already half skeletal, vanished entirely, flesh and soul, into nothingness.
"Mingyue!"
After dealing with Zhao Wumian, Ji Shiyou flickered and appeared beside Mingyue.
He had regained his memories, thinking that after enduring a hundred thousand years, they were finally reunited. Words failed him, and he didn't know where to begin.
"You are?"
Looking at Ji Shiyou, who appeared like an immortal before her, coupled with the feeling from Wangshu, Mingyue asked tentatively.
"I am! I am also Ji Shiyou."
Mingyue had only spoken two words, and Ji Shiyou understood her meaning, nodding like a pecking hen.
Mingyue must have sensed that he was the one who spoke to her every night on the moon in the Great Desolation, the one she had never met.
But he still emphasized that he was Ji Shiyou.
Because, in this life, he wanted to care for Mingyue as Ji Shiyou.
"You are not! I don't know what method you used to occupy Ji Shiyou's body.
Although you are my friend, Ji Shiyou is my husband, and you shouldn't desecrate his remains.
No matter what your intentions are, please leave, or I will not be polite!"
Mingyue looked at Ji Shiyou, her words stern and her killing intent radiating outwards.
She had confirmed that the person before her was that moonlight from the Great Desolation, her childhood companion, her friend.
But Ji Shiyou was a person of this world, and they were separated by a hundred thousand years; they couldn't be the same person.
The only explanation was that the moonlight from the Great Desolation had, for some unknown reason, come to this world.
He had occupied Ji Shiyou's body and used this opportunity to approach her. Although reuniting with an old friend was a joyous occasion,
Ji Shiyou was the most important person to her, and she would never allow anyone to offend him.
Not even her long-time friend. Moreover, impersonating Ji Shiyou to approach her must have a hidden agenda, and she had to be vigilant.
"Mingyue, listen to me. The one who listened to you on the moon in the Great Desolation was me. My name is Xuan Hui.
In this world, Ji Shiyou is also me. I am Ji Shiyou, and Ji Shiyou is me."
Normally, Mingyue didn't need to speak; Ji Shiyou could understand her thoughts just by looking at her expression.
Now, seeing Mingyue's stance, Ji Shiyou understood everything. He thought, "It's over, Mingyue has misunderstood."
He quickly stepped forward to explain, but this matter was not something that could be clarified in a few words. The more he spoke, the more complicated it became.
"You admit it, you are Xuan Hui, then you are not Ji Shiyou.
Considering that you protected Hope City today and killed Zhao Wumian,
I will no longer pursue the matter of you desecrating my husband's grave and his remains.
However, from now on, our friendship ends here. Do not let me see you again."
Mingyue's face darkened. With a wave of her hand, Jing Sha, Cang Lan, and Fuyao flew from Ji Shiyou's hand to her side.
Wangshu also transformed into a sharp sword. Mingyue gripped the hilt, the tip pointing directly at Ji Shiyou's throat.
"I am truly Ji Shiyou, listen to me.
Mingyue, I like you, not because of your cultivation level, nor because you are beautiful.
It's because you possess a simplicity and purity that people in this world lack.
You are not deceitful; love is love, hate is hate, it's not complicated at all.
You are like a clear spring from ancient times, untouched by the filth of this mortal world."
Ji Shiyou's face was distressed. He hadn't expected that his resurrection would cause Mingyue's suspicion.
In his desperation, he repeated the words of his confession to Mingyue.
This time, Mingyue would believe that he was Ji Shiyou, not someone else impersonating him, right?
"Mingyue, Old Ji, what are you doing? Why aren't you coming down?
Old Ji, how are you alive again? Congratulations!
A new confession? How romantic! There will be plenty of opportunities in the future.
Hurry down and tell us how you're not dead?"
Seeing Mingyue and Ji Shiyou in the air and not descending, the people below were anxious.
Now that the crisis was resolved, their only doubt was Ji Shiyou's resurrection.
Unable to contain themselves, the members of the Mingyue team collectively ascended, wanting to inquire about the reason.
Wen Qingtian had a good relationship with Ji Shiyou, so he didn't hold back and asked directly.
"Danger! Stand behind me. He is not Ji Shiyou."
Mingyue pulled Wen Qingtian behind her and told everyone to keep their distance from Ji Shiyou, her eyes filled with vigilance.
"It seems you've infiltrated the base for a long time. You even know these words. With such meticulous planning, what is your scheme?"
Mingyue's sword remained in her hand. The fact that he could recite Ji Shiyou's confession meant he had been hiding in the base for a long time.
"I've already said, I am Ji Shiyou. This confession, I came up with it myself.
Please believe me. I can call out everyone here by name.
Wen Qingtian, Tian Shang, Ba Jiu, Bao Bao..."
Ji Shiyou was on the verge of tears. Mingyue's guard was too high. But then again, it made sense.
For someone to die so horribly and then be reborn was indeed hard to believe.
To prove that he was Ji Shiyou, he called out everyone's names one by one, proving his identity.
"Since you can recite Old Ji's confession, you can certainly call out our names. Don't try to trick us.
I know, you've undergone soul possession! Speak, what is your purpose in doing this?"
Wen Qingtian, standing behind Mingyue, unleashed his powers. Since Mingyue said this person was not Ji Shiyou, then it must not be.
"Idiot teammate!"
Ji Shiyou cursed inwardly.