My Pretty Campus Queen

"I concealed the truth? I had no idea that Yun Qi liked me while you liked Yun Qi. This complex situation led you to misunderstand me, but I didn’t do anything."

Although many years had passed, Daoist Taiyi didn’t want to bring it up again, but since Daoist Taixuan insisted, it was time to clarify things.

"Hahaha, Taiyi, you are shameless. Now Yun Qi is dead, and there’s no evidence. You can say whatever you like," Taixuan cursed.

"Many things are known by the heavens, the earth, you, and I. There is no right or wrong. If you think I’m at fault, what do you want for forgiveness?" Taiyi, seeing Taixuan’s stubbornness, didn’t want to say much.

"I..."

For a moment, Taixuan didn’t know what he wanted. Kill Taiyi? Certainly not, what good would it do?

Finally, he said, "I, I will never forgive you."

"Why bother? When you don’t even know what you want, why so persistent?" Taiyi spoke profoundly.

"Enough."

Taixuan seemed a bit impatient, "We didn’t settle it back then; let’s try now."

With that, he flew up and struck with a palm. Taiyi didn’t anticipate this, as Taixuan’s temperament was the same as back then—a strike without warning.

Thus, Taiyi hurriedly received the palm, and both took several steps back.

"Hmph, looks like your skill has improved considerably!"

Taixuan clearly felt Taiyi’s palm force.

"Taixuan, do we brothers must meet with weapons?" Taiyi didn’t want to continue fighting.

"Enough talk, see my move." Taixuan said and a sword appeared in his hand.

Taixuan was once known as the Sword God, so his sword skills were extraordinary. At this moment, Taiyi quickly seized the Dragon Slayer Sword from Chen Tianlong. Taixuan raised his steel sword, and it rapidly enlarged, emitting intense heat, while Taiyi grasped the glowing blade of the Dragon Slayer Sword, running his fingers along the edge from the hilt to the tip.

The Dragon Slayer Sword radiated a fiery glow, and Taixuan fiercely struck with the sword as Taiyi stood firm, grasped the Dragon Slayer Sword with both hands, raised it upward, releasing an impenetrable sword qi straight to the heavens, just blocking the big sword. Taixuan stepped back two paces and quickly steadied himself.

"Stop! You mustn’t fight."

Suddenly, a familiar voice for both brothers echoed.

Both looked towards Wu Mengting and said in unison, "Yun Qi."

Wu Mengting nodded; at this moment, she was Yun Qi.

"Brother Taixuan, Brother Taiyi, you mustn’t fight anymore. It’s all my fault, Yun Qi’s fault. My mistake has harmed you both," Yun Qi said apologetically.

"It’s not true, Yun Qi, you are not at fault." Taixuan quickly interjected.

"I apologize, Taixuan. It’s indeed my fault. Back then, I admired Taiyi only for his character and demeanor; he was kinder and more natural compared to you, who was always too hasty. But later, I realized that I was wrong. Taiyi cared nothing for me, nor was aware of my affection."

Feeling sentimental, Yun Qi continued: "Seeing your mutual misunderstanding leading to harm, I couldn’t bear it and mistakenly thought of ending myself. However, it only deepened your misunderstanding. Brother Taixuan, I wronged you. I was touched by your resolve to die for me; given another chance, I would choose you."

"Yun Qi."

At this moment, Taixuan realized his mistake.

"Taixuan, look back, though I am dead, I want to tell you right now that I like you," Yun Qi’s tears fell as she spoke, for a man who sacrificed for her, what couldn’t be said?

Taixuan’s sword fell to the ground; over the years, what had he done but locked himself in this Soul-locking Tower, pondering over himself, over Taiyi? Suddenly, it seemed laughable.

"Taixuan, turn back, I too was at fault back then. If you want my life, I’ll always oblige; only wish you forgive me, your brother," Taiyi too had come to understand much.

"Brother, the fault is mine." Taixuan regretted endlessly.

"You’re not at fault, none of us are; it’s just a moment’s error. A kind heart can be like water," Taiyi comforted.

At this moment, Yun Qi came over, gently helped up Taixuan, and smiled at him, "Taixuan, let’s go together, to a place that belongs to us."

Taixuan nodded, looked back at Taiyi who nodded in understanding. Then only Daoist Taiyi, clasping hands, chanted some incantations. Suddenly, a beam of golden light shot from the tower’s top as Yun Qi and Taixuan walked slowly toward it.

"Take care, brother."

Taixuan sincerely spoke.

Taiyi said nothing, just nodded; then a wave of his hand, Taixuan and Yun Qi disappeared, leaving Wu Mengting awake again.

"Chen Tianlong, what just happened?" Wu Mengting asked, curious.

Seeing Wu Mengting’s adorable look, Chen Tianlong walked over happily and said, "Taixuan and Yun have reconciled and left."

"Really? That’s wonderful."

Wu Mengting felt happy for them.

At this moment, Daoist Taiyi approached and said, "Brother Chen Tianlong, here is a Small Rejuvenation Pill. After consuming it, your injuries will heal quickly. The road ahead is yours to complete alone. I appear now as a spirit and cannot remain long."

"Hmm, got it, thank you, Daoist Taiyi." With that, the Daoist vanished into the tower.

Chen Tianlong swallowed the Small Rejuvenation Pill and sat to cultivate Qi and heal, while Wu Mengting rested beside him. After about half an hour, Chen Tianlong slowly opened his eyes, and Wu Mengting promptly asked.

"Chen Tianlong, feeling better?"

Chen Tianlong stood up, took a deep breath, and happily said, "Feeling great."

"Haha, that’s good," Wu Mengting responded cheerfully.

"Alright, there’s only one level left. The Dragon Slayer Sword is ready for activation." Chen Tianlong felt boundless motivation at this thought.

"Yes, go for it, Chen Tianlong."

"Alright!"

Then the two began to step into the Void Gate, the final challenge ahead had them excited and anxious.

Because everything ahead was the unknown.

Soon they reached the tower’s final level, where the space was small but luxurious because it was the top, so it was much taller than previous levels, overall giving a spacious feeling.

Chen Tianlong and Wu Mengting approached and observed carefully for a while, finding nothing. Chen Tianlong thought: this legendary Soul of the Sword, couldn’t be fake, could it?

Suddenly, the Dragon Slayer Sword on Chen Tianlong’s back shook intensely; he knew the Soul of the Sword must be nearby, otherwise the sword wouldn’t react so strongly. At this moment, Chen Tianlong became vigilant about his surroundings, wondering whether the Soul of the Sword was good or evil?

Therefore, Chen Tianlong maintained a high level of alertness.

Suddenly, a middle-aged man in white appeared on a platform in the distance, with legs crossed, holding a wine jug, drinking leisurely. Chen Tianlong was shocked because the person he saw was none other than the sculpture he had seen in the cave—Mad Dragon Daoist, the Sword God.

Yet, if Chen Tianlong looked closely enough, he would realize this was merely a manifestation of the Sword God, specifically his evil side. After the destruction of the peerless sword, the Soul of the Sword grew furious, but due to the Sword God’s rescue, it was revived. After a forging process, the Soul of the Sword gradually acknowledged Mad Dragon Daoist as its master.

Thus, manifesting as Mad Dragon Daoist now, his awareness perceiving Mad Dragon Daoist as his owner. Chen Tianlong grasped the Dragon Slayer Sword, which was faintly glowing.