The Sorrowmender

Chapter 54 – Buried with words

In just a few words, there was so much helplessness and bitterness.

In his understanding, all of this was caused by his own pretentiousness.

If he had acted in the Pavilion of Forgetting Worries, then the white-haired girl wouldn't have awakened, and he wouldn't have lost.

But... there are no "ifs" in this world. He had read many books and lived a long life, being a cultivator, he naturally understood this truth.

Everything was already destined, and no matter how much he regretted it, it was useless.

"I have read books all my life, loved books all my life, born because of books, and now dying because of books. This must be my fate."

Xu Qingzhou always looked at him calmly, his heart also somewhat conflicted.

"Senior, do you trust me?"

Daoist Master Dongyun struggled to lift his eyes once more, but this time, he couldn't raise them, nor did he speak.

Xu Qingzhou continued speaking to himself, "Actually, I knew long ago that you would come, and I was fully prepared. As long as you arrived in Frostsky City, you were destined to die."

"Whether you acted in the Pavilion of Forgetting Worries or here, whether she awakened or continued to sleep, you would die because I would definitely be able to kill you."

"So, as I just said, you were destined to die, just in different ways."

"I know saying this is meaningless, and I don't know if you will believe it, but I still have to say it."

"Because I don't want you to die with regret and remorse."

Xu Qingzhou spoke earnestly, and his eyes were sincere. Although Daoist Master Dongyun couldn't see clearly, he heard it clearly.

He was already going to die, so Xu Qingzhou lying to him seemed to have no point.

His twisted, blood-stained lips curved slightly, and he actually laughed.

"Heh heh!"

"Since Mister says so, then I believe Mister!"

His tone changed, and the light in his eyes changed as well.

He believed Xu Qingzhou's words, and his heart was at ease.

As for his death, it was merely because of a promise he once made.

"Please, Mister, give me a swift end, let me die with some dignity."

His broken words continued, slowly turning his head to look at the plum tree by the river.

"As Mister said, bury me under that plum tree."

Xu Qingzhou was moved once again, lowering his brows. He had won, but he didn't seem happy; instead, he felt a bit oppressed.

Faced with this old man's dying request, he nodded and agreed readily.

"Does Senior have any unfinished business?"

"I've lived 150 years, lived enough, read ten thousand volumes, content enough, to die at the hands of someone like Mister, it's worth it, just like that..."

It is said that the strong fear death, hence they seek immortality.

But when one lingers in a realm for too long, knowing immortality is hopeless, living and dying seem no different.

At fifty, one knows their destiny, let alone at 150.

He naturally wouldn't dare say he's seen through everything in the world.

But life and death, he had long understood.

At his age, living was borrowing life from the heavens, and now dying was the time to return it.

Life leads to death, and death leads to life.

This is the principle in books, and it is also his principle.

Xu Qingzhou slowly stood up, his eyes calm, once again taking out the Book of Forgetting Worries.

He swiftly wrote three words on it.

[Text Burial!]

[Detected that the host wishes to activate [Text Burial], the target for this kill requires the consumption of 1000 Merit Points, confirm?]

Xu Qingzhou said firmly, "Confirm!"

[Confirmation complete, activating [Text Burial], coordinates outside Frostsky City by the small river, target Daoist Master Dongyun · Lingyunzi, successfully locked, in three seconds, the words will appear in the world, and the person will perish.]

"Senior, have a safe journey!"

The Worry-Free Book glowed, and in the gray night sky, a meteor shot across the starry sea, tearing through the sky.

Finally, it descended from the nine heavens.

Golden light emerged, sprinkling upon the mortal world, enveloping Daoist Master Dongyun, with words appearing, the pen startling the sky.

Such a scene, mysterious, miraculous, astonishing.

Daoist Master Dongyun, in the midst of it, as if in a final burst of life, lifted his head to gaze at the descending golden pages, those golden characters.

There was no despair or fear in his eyes, only fascination and madness.

"A book from the heavens, golden words, Mister, Mister, you truly did not deceive me."

"To die within a book, to be buried beneath words, I have no regrets, thank you, Mister, for burying me with words, hahahaha!"

His voice was no longer weak, nor did it pause intermittently, but flowed smoothly, resonating through the air.

What is facing death calmly, this is facing death calmly.

What is a scholar, this is a scholar.

Though you kill me, I do not hate you, this is the magnanimity of a scholar, this is the principle of a scholar.

The Text Burial finally descended, without a roar, without smoke.

Only between the lines was the vicissitude of the world, the sorrow of humanity!

Daoist Master Dongyun died, his body shattered, blood staining his surroundings, yet his aged face bore a serene smile.

What should have been a tragic death, was instead a calm demeanor.

Two extremes appeared simultaneously, if one did not know the reason, they would surely say:

Strange!

Xu Qingzhou put away the Worry-Free Book, shaking his head with a sigh.

"Life is like floating, death is like resting."

"This is all I can do."

He murmured softly, a nameless breath always swirling in his chest, preventing joy from reaching his eyes.

Just as he thought before, he won, but he couldn't smile.

As the book said, some victories and defeats weigh the same.

He glanced to the distance, raising his voice:

"The person is dead, you can come out now."

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His calm voice, carried by the night wind, drifted to the other side.

From a certain treetop by the river, two figures landed one after the other, slowly walking towards Xu Qingzhou.

Stopping a few meters in front of Xu Qingzhou, the two bowed in unison.

"Greetings, Mister!"

"Greetings, Mister!"

Xu Qingzhou turned around, his calm gaze sweeping over the two.

Both dressed in black, two strong men, exuding killing intent, though they tried to restrain it, the sharpness was still evident.

One was Li San, the young man he met in the rainy alley.

The other was somewhat unfamiliar, but his strength was similar to Ning Feng's back then, at the ninth level of the Innate Realm.

"Did you see clearly?"

Li San said, "We saw clearly."

"Then you know what to do, I don't need to say it, right?"

Li San instinctively looked at the other man beside him.

Clearly, his status was higher than Li San's.

That man remained bowed, not daring to look at Mister Forgetting Worries before him.

They had naturally seen everything clearly just now, originally it was nothing, even if Xu Qingzhou used some methods they had never seen, he wasn't too disturbed.

But the last scene just now, with a few simple strokes, sketching the descent of a heavenly book, lingered in his mind.

Though silent, it roared in his chest and mind.

To him, that was a heavenly technique, and Xu Qingzhou was the immortal who wielded such a technique.

In his heart, waves of shock surged endlessly, glancing at the dead Daoist Master Dongyun on the ground, he clasped his fists and bowed again.

He said firmly, "I am Meng Xiao, willing to lead 3000 death warriors to follow Mister, obeying all of Mister's commands."