Chapter 820: The News of Death

After leaving Ling Tian Xiang’s isolation quarter, Ling Xian first visited the Lin Clan’s alchemy brewery to check if Lin Qing Yi was around.

Pity, he couldn’t find Lin Qing Yi. The store had switched owners completely.

After all, several decades have passed. For things to not be exactly the same as before was understandable.

Then, Ling Xian headed to the Zhou Dynasty.

First, he wanted to see if Lin Qing Yi was with the Seventh Princess. Second, he wanted to resolve his rivalry with the Zhou Dynasty’s emperor.

Back then, the emperor lent a helping hand to the three foreign kinds in hope of killing him. This rivalry was something Ling Xian still remembers.

Therefore, he wanted to resolve this first before dealing with the three foreign kinds.

After traveling for more than half a month, he finally arrived at the base of the Zhou Dynasty.

Currently, the Sun was hanging high in the sky. It was noon exactly.

Ling Xian was wearing a white robe. After arriving at the Seventh Princess’ palace, he waited in the greeting hall for a while. Then, he saw the seventh princess in a gown.

Even after so many years of not seeing her, this woman remained so moving and attention snatching. Her phoenix-like eyes were majestic and full of dignity. At all times, she exerted much pressure onto others.

To Ling Xian, however, this pressure was nothing. He wasn’t even afraid of the Emperor, why would he care about a princess?

“I cannot believe that not only were you able to fight against Yuezhou solo, you can also return back to life.”

The Seventh Princess’ expression was calm and her phoenix-like eyes remained dignified.

“Luck.”

Ling Xian smiled and sat into a mahogany chair, “I don’t want to waste time with you. Where is Qing Yi?”

“Where?” The seventh princess’ lips quivered and spoke a statement that froze Ling Xian.

“She died.”

Such simple words had an unimaginable amount of impact on Ling Xian.

At once, Ling Xian felt like he had been struck by lightning. Not only was his body shaking, but his brain also went blank.

Died?

Qing Yi… died?

Ling Xian’s face turned extremely pale. He uttered out a question through his teeth.

“What did you say? Say that again!”

Looking at Ling Xian, who was shaking from head to toe, the Seventh Princess expressed some pity. But her words hurt him yet again.

“She died. Even if I say it a thousand times or ten thousand times, I cannot change this reality.”

“You are lying!”

Ling Xian shrieked. His anger rolled out of him in the form of energy and crumbled the space. The greeting hall fell into shambles.

The Seventh Princess was forced to retreat. Her face turned white as well and it overflooded with shock.

Now, she finally knew how he was able to fight against Yuezhou by himself. She ended up retreating fully.

This level of power was even more powerful than what she can sense from the emperor himself!

WHOOOSH!

A loud noise arose. Ling Xian tore open space and reappeared before the Seventh Princess. A pair of hands grasped tightly onto her shoulders as he growled, “You are lying to me aren’t you? That is not possible. How can Qing Yi be dead?”

“Wake up! Qing Yi… she… she really is dead.”

Feeling the agony from her shoulders, the Seventh Princess revealed much bitterness, “Nine years after your death, Qing Yi couldn’t hold on any longer and died.”

“That’s not possible!”

A loud shout shocked all nine levels of heaven and all 10 levels of hell!

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Ling Xian’s expression was twisted as he stared deadly at the Seventh Princess, hoping to find some sign that she was lying.

Sadly, he was disappointed.

The Seventh Princess pitied him but showed no sign that she was lying. This shreded his heart into pieces and he began to cry a river.

He was unwilling to accept this reality and he didn’t dare to accept this reality!

Her emerald robe and her dazzling smile continuously flashed across his brain. Tears began to fall soundlessly from his eyes.

“Impossible, impossible, how can Qing Yi be dead?”

Ling Xian let go of the seventh princess’ shoulders and hand. He stumbled back and continued to mutter “she is not dead”, “she cannot be dead” and other similar sentences.

Back in the cave that year, she wore a green robe and carried a sword with her. Her face was full of determination.

That sight still makes his heart thump.

Yet now, the Seventh Princess was telling him that the girl who gave up her lifespan to save him had died. How could he accept this?

“Aye, why do this to yourself?”

Looking at how Ling Xian had no more life in his eyes and was stumbling. The Seventh Princess appeared bitter and pained. But she knew that since she had said those words, then she had to continue.

Or else all her previous effort would be useless.

“How did Qing Yi… die?”

Ling Xian collapsed onto the ground powerlessly. His face was white and his eyes were lifeless. It was like he had lost his soul and was merely a walking empty body.

“By coincidence, she acquired an ancient technique that allows her to burn her lifespan in exchange for power. You should know about that.”

The Seventh Princess sighed, “To save you, she sacrificed her beautiful visage and sacrificed her life. A year ago, her life reached its end and she couldn’t endure any longer.”

“I know, I know…”

Ling Xian repeated to himself. He remembered how back then, Lin Qing Yi would cry and smile at the same time. Her aging body made sadness rise high from the bottom of his heart.

“One year!”

Ling Xian howled. He seemed like he was crying but also laughing as he shouted, “Just one year… Qing Yi, why didn’t you wait for me! Why!”

“That’s fate. It toys with people.”

The Seventh Princess sighed softly. Seeing Ling Xian’s tears fall, she was terrified that he would never regain himself again. But she had to continue, “Qing Yi had left her last words before death. She said she didn’t believe you were dead and that if you ever come back to life, she hopes you can go on living your life and join the Path of Endeavoring.”

“Go on living my life?”

Ling Xian was jolted and some excitement appeared in his eyes, “Yes, I need to calm down. I need to go on living. I need to go on living for Lin Qing Yi.”

“It is great you can think that way.” The Seventh Princess sighed in relief.

“Qing Yi, do not worry. I will not be beaten down by this.”

Ling Xian’s gaze was steady. Then, he straightened up and said something that changed the Seventh Princess’ expression.

“Next, it is time for revenge.”

At those words, the Seventh Princess’ eyes widened. She knew Ling Xian was going to kill her father and she couldn’t help but say, “Ling Xian, can you not kill my father? Out of courtesy for Qing Yi.”

“Not kill him?”

Ling Xian became silent. He knew Lin Qing Yi and the Seventh Princess were like sisters and the Seventh Princess has helped him before. Therefore, after moments of silence, he nodded gently.

At this, the seventh princess sighed in relief. “Thank you.”

“Thank Qing Yi. I agreed to your request because of her.” Ling Xian’s expression was dim. Lin Qing Yi’s death hit him hard. Right now, all he could think of was one thing.

To let it out!

How can he let it out? Naturally, he was going to take revenge!

“You have helped Qing Yi a lot. I will return these favors on her behalf,” Ling Xian said softly. Then, he tore apart space and disappeared.

He left behind a dominating and impactful statement to echo throughout the palace.

“Prepare the empress gown. Tomorrow, I will make you the ruler.”