"Jingxuan, there's no need for you to be so angry. Your mother and sister are both incompetent. Keeping them around might become a burden to both of us in the future. When our Baili family becomes powerful, if someone uses them to threaten us, it will cause unnecessary trouble. By then, abandoning them would make you even sadder. Jingxuan, be good and come here. As long as you obey your father from now on."
"Everything your father possesses will be yours. As for your elder brother, Su'er, his health has not been good since childhood, and he won't live much longer. In our Baili family, you are the most qualified to be my heir."
After a long speech.
Baili Jingxuan was so angry he laughed.
Tears streamed down his face as he laughed, "You... you are actually... so cruel to them. You are not worthy of being my father, you are not worthy!"
He roared, veins bulging in his neck.
At this moment, he was filled with immense rage.
Even a tiger doesn't eat its cubs.
Yet his father personally killed his wife and daughter.
How could such a beast be worthy of being his father!
"Pfft!"
He spat out a mouthful of blood.
Baili Jingxuan leaned weakly against Song Wuji, his body swaying precariously, on the verge of collapsing.
He was angered to this state.
Song Wuji turned to see him like this.
Looking at Baili Jingxuan's even paler face, he took out a pill from his person and stuffed it into Baili Jingxuan's mouth.
This medicine could help Baili Jingxuan maintain his strength. It wouldn't heal his injuries, but it would allow him to persevere.
It was a pill given to him by Gu Qianying before he came.
The pill tasted very bitter, and swallowing it directly made Baili Jingxuan frown.
Song Wuji also wiped the corner of his mouth with his sleeve, "How do you feel? Can you hold on?"
Baili Jingxuan closed his eyes, allowing his emotions to calm down considerably.
He looked at Song Wuji and gave him a wry smile, "I'm fine."
These three words were spoken to prevent Song Wuji from worrying.
When he learned that his own father had killed his mother and sister, he was heartbroken, filled with both hatred and anger.
As if sensing his thoughts.
"Wait!"
With just two words, Song Wuji said no more. He turned, sword in hand, and lunged at Master Baili.
He knew exactly how Baili Jingxuan felt.
He could guess that Baili Jingxuan wanted to avenge his mother and sister.
But he couldn't bring himself to do it because Master Baili was his own father.
Since Baili Jingxuan couldn't do it, he would take on the task of revenge!
Song Wuji's sword attacked, and Master Baili blocked it with his own sword.
"Heh, finally come to die!"
His long sword shifted in countless ways. As he tossed it, one sword transformed into several.
All of them surrounded Song Wuji.
Master Baili, meanwhile, stood on the opposite side.
He raised his sleeve and directed the several swords.
Song Wuji, surrounded by multiple swords, was forced to retreat as he parried and slashed.
However, even so, he could not evade the encirclement of the several swords.
Song Panyang, standing alongside Han Chenglin, watched Master Baili deal with Song Wuji.
It was clear that his brother, Song Wuji, was no match for Master Baili.
Yet, even seeing this, the cold-blooded and unfeeling Song Panyang had no intention of helping Song Wuji.
Instead, Han Chenglin, standing beside him, spoke, "He is your own brother, and you're just going to watch your own brother die at the hands of Old Man Baili?"
His words were both a reminder and a test.
"Heh!"
Song Panyang looked at Han Chenglin, "Does Master Han want me to save my own brother?"
"That, as you wish. As an outsider, I shouldn't say too much."
Master Han didn't need to test me further. Since I chose to cooperate with your Han family, I naturally anticipated this situation. What I have always wanted is the position of City Lord, with no one obstructing me and no one to defy me.
Hahaha... Young Master Song is indeed magnanimous!
Han Chenglin stroked his beard, satisfied with Song Panyang's answer.
Meanwhile, on the other side.
With several swords attacking Song Wuji simultaneously, Song Wuji was stabbed in the arm, shoulder, and abdomen as he dodged.
Blood spilled out.
"Song Wuji!"
Seeing this, Baili Jingxuan immediately drew his sword and flew over.
Two swords attacked Song Wuji from behind.
Baili Jingxuan arrived before him with lightning speed, standing behind him, back to back.
He slashed, cutting down the two incoming swords.
"Why are you here, to die!"
Song Wuji glanced at Baili Jingxuan, extremely angry.
Baili Jingxuan leaned close to him, his voice carrying a sweet note, "Yes, to die. Shall we die together?"
"Hmph."
Song Wuji pretended to be angry, "I don't want to die with you, it's boring."
He wielded his sword and cut down several more swords.
"Then live with me!"
With those words, Song Wuji focused his energy to fight against the swords imbued with spiritual energy that surrounded him and Baili Jingxuan.
Master Baili showed no mercy.
Beside them, Han Chenglin glanced at Song Wuji and Baili Jingxuan.
If this continued, he lost his patience.
"Stop dawdling, Old Man Baili, I'm going to kill this son of yours!"
Han Chenglin flew up with his sword.
Song Panyang stood in place, making no move.
Behind everyone, Han Xuan, who had been silent, had his gaze fixed on Baili Jingxuan and Song Wuji, who were confronting his father.
He raised his eyes and looked into the distance.
Then, he tightened his grip on his sword.
Whom should he help? Should he save Baili Jingxuan and Song Wuji?
Or should he seize this opportunity to kill Song Panyang?
Killing Song Panyang would be indirectly opposing his own father?
And it would also reveal his ulterior motives to his father.
If he didn't kill him, there would be no proof of his allegiance.
What should he do?
Han Xuan hesitated.
Meanwhile, with Han Chenglin's intervention.
Song Wuji and Baili Jingxuan were clearly starting to falter.
As they retracted their swords, Master Baili directly engaged Song Wuji.
Han Chenglin dealt with Baili Jingxuan.
One person whose energy was slowly depleting, and another severely injured, how could they possibly be a match for Han Chenglin and Master Baili?
Moments later.
Song Wuji, covered in blood, knelt on one knee, using the tip of his sword to support himself on the ground.
Master Baili pointed his sword at him.
Baili Jingxuan sat on the ground, close to him, his left thigh pierced by a long sword.
He could no longer stand, and blood flowed from his wound, once again dyeing his robes red.
Han Chenglin pointed his sword at Baili Jingxuan.
"Old Man Baili, this son of yours has a tough bone. Even in such a state, he still wants to protect this dying Song Wuji. How amusing!"
Master Baili glanced at Baili Jingxuan with utter disgust.
At this moment, he had already written off his son as a discarded piece.
"All incompetent, useless to keep!"
His words were like a knife twisting in Baili Jingxuan's heart.
Baili Jingxuan looked at Master Baili. This was his father, such a cold-blooded father!
Knowing he didn't have much time left, Song Wuji suddenly dropped his sword.
He sat back to back with Baili Jingxuan.
Ignoring the swords in the hands of Master Baili and Han Chenglin.
He turned to look at Baili Jingxuan, his voice hoarse and his body weak, "Tell me... where will we be reincarnated in the next life? Will we still be human? Will we meet again?"
As if remembering something.
When Song Wuji met Baili Jingxuan's gaze, he was smiling.
At this moment, he had given up on fighting these people to the death.
As life was about to fade, he wanted to spend the last moments with Baili Jingxuan alone.
Understanding the meaning behind Song Wuji's words.
Baili Jingxuan also dropped his sword. He looked back at Song Wuji, also smiling, "Yes, definitely. I believe we will meet again when we come back, but I don't know if you'll still recognize me then."
A bitter smile spread across his lips.
Upon hearing this, Song Wuji fumbled on himself and took out a dagger. In front of Baili Jingxuan, he used the tip of the dagger to carve the character "景" (Jing) onto his arm.
Blood flowed down his arm.
Seeing him do this, Baili Jingxuan wanted to stop him, but in an instant, he gave up the idea.
After carving the character "景,"
Baili Jingxuan snatched the dagger from Song Wuji's hand and, in the same manner, carved the character "极" (Ji) onto him.
Holding up their arms, they looked at each other, "This way, we'll be able to find each other easily in the next life."
"Yes, that's good. Then... shall we both refuse to drink Meng Po's soup? I'm afraid you'll forget me."
"Okay, we won't drink it!"
The two looked at each other, both smiling.
Beside them, Master Baili frowned, and Han Chenglin had lost his patience.
"Enough nonsense, hand over the Charm Tiger Token!"
Song Wuji and Baili Jingxuan ignored the others.
The two seemed lost in their own world.
"Not talking! Fine! Then die!"
Han Chenglin raised his sword.
At this moment, Master Baili was filled with disgust for Song Wuji. Seeing Han Chenglin raise his sword, he did the same...
But just then, a gust of wind arose...