Chapter 91: Sincerity Under the Moonlight, The Death God Douluo's Covetousness
The back mountain of the Body Sect was lush with vegetation, and clear springs tinkled.
This place was far from the smoke of war and the clamor of the Sect; only fragmented sunlight filtered through the bamboo forest, casting mottled shadows on the leaf-strewn path.
A gentle breeze blew.
Carrying the fragrance of soil and the unique chill of the mountains, it smoothed away the hostility left behind by the earth-shattering battle that had just occurred.
Lin Sheng and Zhang Lexuan walked side by side along the ridgeline.
The youth's back was slender and upright; that sharp pressure that had once been almost suffocating had vanished without a trace at this moment.
"Your injuries... are they really fully healed?"
Lin Sheng stopped walking and turned around.
Those deep black-and-red Sharingan were not active with any Pupillary Technique at this time, appearing as clear as a deep well.
His gaze lingered for a moment on Zhang Lexuan's face, which had regained quite a bit of color.
His tone carried a hint of cautious probing.
Zhang Lexuan stopped by his side, her long hair blown slightly messy by the wind.
She reached out to tuck a strand of hair behind her ear and gave Lin Sheng a gentle smile that was like moonlight.
"Thank you for taking care of me, truly."
She responded softly, her voice as pleasant as pearls falling onto a jade plate.
"Thanks to you, not only has my Sea of Consciousness healed, but even the Bottleneck that has been troubling me seems to have loosened a bit."
"That carving knife of yours... is truly miraculous."
Lin Sheng's tense shoulders finally relaxed, and a rare, extremely faint curve appeared at the corner of his lips.
Yet it was an extremely sincere arc.
"I'm the one who should thank you."
He fell silent for a moment, shifting his gaze to the distant layered mountains, his voice becoming a bit deeper.
"That night... facing the Sleep Nightmare Douluo, you clearly knew it was a fatal outcome."
"Why... why did you rush out? There was no benefit in it for you."
Zhang Lexuan heard this question.
The smile on her face faltered slightly, and a faint sense of loneliness flowed through her beautiful eyes.
She walked to a large rock by the cliff and sat down.
Watching the rolling sea of clouds, she sighed as if mocking herself.
"Lin Sheng, do you know? Sometimes I feel like a bird in a cage."
"When I was very young, my family was slaughtered to the last person. It was Elder Mu who picked me up from a pool of blood and brought me back to Shrek."
"I am very grateful to him, and grateful to the Academy for giving me a second home."
She paused, turning to look at Lin Sheng, her eyes shimmering with a light called determination.
"But after so many years, I have always lived for the title of Eldest Senior Sister, lived to repay a debt of gratitude."
"For the glory of Shrek, I followed the rules, I was gentle and dignified, but I... have never lived even a single day for the name Zhang Lexuan."
Zhang Lexuan suddenly chuckled, a hint of playfulness appearing in her eyes: "That night, when I saw that old ghost about to attack you, I had only one thought in my mind."
"If I watched you die before my eyes, I would never be able to forgive my cowardly self for the rest of my life. So, I didn't want to regret it. I wanted to be brave for once."
She gazed into Lin Sheng's eyes.
She spoke every word with emphasis.
"Even if it meant death, I wanted you to live."
"Because at that moment, I felt that was the real me."
Lin Sheng froze in place.
His heart, which had been filled with hatred, slaughter, and darkness for six years, felt as if it were being gently held by a pair of warm hands at this moment.
And then given a firm squeeze.
That emotion called being moved...
Was like a surge of hot lava, instantly breaking through the cold defense he had painstakingly built.
"You..."
"Why bother? I'm not worth it..."
Lin Sheng said in a low voice.
He had never experienced this feeling before.
In the Village, it was the protection of elders; on that night, it was the struggle of Hell; in the Body Sect, it was the camaraderie of fellow disciples.
But there had never been a single person.
Who would tell him so directly.
That for you, I am willing to turn my back on my entire World, even at the cost of my life...
Just so I won't have any regrets.
"Thank you..."
Lin Sheng opened his mouth, but in the end, only these two pale yet heavy words came out.
His left hand trembled slightly.
For the first time, he felt an impulse to reach out and hold the person before him.
"What if it were me..."
Zhang Lexuan tilted her head, interrupting his thoughts with a smile, her eyes carrying a hint of mischief and hope.
"If I were the one in danger, would you cover me recklessly like that?"
Lin Sheng did not hesitate.
He turned around, his Sharingan becoming incredibly serious at this moment, even revealing a nearly paranoid fervor.
"Of course. I would do it at any cost."
The youth's tone was calm, yet it rang out with power.
It was not just a promise; it was more like a contract carved into his Soul.
Zhang Lexuan was stunned for a moment.
Then, her heart was completely filled with a rich sense of sweetness.
She knew.
The youth before her did not make promises easily, but as long as he spoke them, no one could stop him.
...
While the back mountain was a scene of peace and harmony, far away in the headquarters of the Holy Spirit Cult in the Sun Moon Empire.
Inside the great hall...
Cold Death Qi had almost liquefied into black water, flowing slowly across the floor.
"What did you say?!"
Ye Xishui's blood-red gown moved without any wind, and her aged face was filled with ferocious killing intent.
"Long Xiaoyao, you took so many experts with you, and you couldn't even take down a single Body Sect?"
Ye Xishui's tone was sharp and piercing, as if countless aggrieved Souls were screaming at once.
Long Xiaoyao's expression remained calm, but a solemnity he couldn't hide flickered in his eyes.
"Xishui, plans cannot keep up with changes."
"The Body Sect's Du Busi has reached a higher level of cultivation now, but that isn't the key."
Long Xiaoyao slowly raised his head, his tone low.
"The key lies in that youth named Lin Sheng. Not only does he possess a bizarre Pupillary Technique that can suppress Divine Sense, but even the Snow Empress of the Far North has become his helper."
"That final strike... that light called Destruction. I have never seen that kind of ultimate Law of Destruction on any human."
"Snow Empress? Law of Destruction?"
Ye Xishui was first stunned, then she let out a burst of hair-raising, cackling laughter.
Her hands, as withered as chicken claws, gently stroked the armrest, a morbid fervor flashing in her clouded eyes.
"Lin Sheng... Hehe, I originally thought he was just a little beast with some talent."
"Now it seems he is simply the best gift the Heavens have bestowed upon my Holy Spirit Cult."
Ye Xishui slowly rose.
She walked toward the black tower deep within the hall that radiated endless resentment—the Death God Tower.
"An existence that the Body Sect and Shrek can protect at the same time... if he can be captured, his blood drained, and his Soul sealed into the Death God Tower, what perfect nourishment that would be..."
Her laughter echoed in the empty hall, carrying a suffocating malice.
"Since he is so outstanding, then let me personally arrange a... funeral he cannot refuse."
"Hehehe..."
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