Crying While Filling the Pit I Dug - Chapter 41

Several seniors displayed shock and disgust on their faces.

The Taoist said, “Master Fang, is it really you?”

The lady pursed her lips and said, “Master Fang, have you really let down Master Yuan like this?”

The white-bearded old man dropped his teacup, “Master Fang, it’s in vain that I trusted you so much!”

The Demon Princess, who had been silent all along, sighed softly.

Ling Qianyi couldn’t help but shed tears. “You finally admitted it.”

The sword was almost covered in blood by Master Fang, and he said sadly, “Junior Sister, I only want to ask you one last thing—have you ever had a trace of sincerity towards me?”

Yuan Diening was furious and replied angrily, “You lied to me like this, and you still talk about sincerity? Never!”

Master Fang smiled wryly, “Junior Sister, you are truly cold-blooded and heartless.”

“Ruthless! How can I compare to you? Repay my father’s life.” Yuan Diening drew the long sword of a disciple beside her and thrust it at Master Fang again, but suddenly her legs went limp, and she fell to the ground during the sword thrust.

“Senior Sister Yuan.”

“Mrs. Fang!” The noble lady reached out to help Yuan Diening but suddenly found she couldn’t raise her hand.

For a moment, everyone, including Ling Qianyi, became weak and powerless. Some dropped their swords, and some collapsed. Ling Qianyi took a few steps back and sat down on a chair.

Song Miaomiao and the guards also fell limply to the ground.

Only Master Fang remained focused on stroking the sword without being affected at all.

The lady said furiously, “You! You poisoned us!”

The white-bearded old man said, “How did you poison us? This poison is even more strong than the powder of the Demon Sect. It’s colorless and tasteless.”

The Taoist Priest, the middle-aged man, the Demon Princess, and others all began adjusting their breath through cultivation.

Ling Qianyi sneered, “This is the poison you gave Master; it’s colorless and tasteless.”

Holding the hilt of the sword, Master Fang moved the sword casually and said indifferently, “Yes. But you wouldn’t have expected that the poison is in my blood. I took the poison myself. It’s a family heirloom, smelling it will make people powerless, consuming even a small amount will cause instant death. Ironically, the larger the dose, the less harm it does.”

He had actually prepared for escape early on; no wonder he dared to venture alone, knowing that Ling Qianyi was seeking justice and following him up the mountain. It was just that he was helping Yuan Diening get out of trouble at that time; otherwise, why didn’t he use this method earlier?

Master Fang approached Ling Qianyi with his sword, saying, “But I didn’t use this poison to kill your family members; I just stabbed them one after another so that their lives would be worse than death.”

The Demon Princess said with all her strength, “No, no.”

Master Fang, as if discussing the weather, said to Ling Qianyi, “Accept your fate.”

With every word he spoke, the sword penetrated deeper into Ling Qianyi’s chest. Song Song Miaomiao watched as blood quickly soaked through Ling Qianyi’s chest, dripping onto the ground.

At that moment, his eyes suddenly fell on Song Miaomiao. 

With a pale face, he smiled and said, “Miaomiao, it was not me. Do you see clearly?” 

Tears were already streaming down Song Miaomiao’s face.

I know!

I know!

I always knew it!

Master Fang’s sword continued to penetrate deeper, and more blood flowed. Ling Qianyi’s body became limp, without the slightest strength to resist.

No, it can’t be!

It can’t be!

Fortunately, her hands were not tied. With all her strength, Song Miaomiao reached for her ear.

Song Miaomiao: [System Oppa, I want to exchange, I want to save him!]

System Oppa: [According to the points…]

Song Miaomiao: [Deduct it directly! As long as I can save him.]

System Oppa: [You have successfully redeemed the ability to move freely. The points had been deducted. Your current points are zero.]

Grabbing the sword of the disciple near her, Song Miaomiao lunged forward, thrusting the sword at Master Fang. Exerting all her strength, she not only hit Master Fang but also pushed him to the ground.

Master Fang had never expected that there would be someone who could move. Therefore, he let his guard down, completely unaware of Song Miaomiao in the corner.

“Miaomiao.”

Although Master Fang’s abdomen was pierced by the sword, he struggled to stand up.

Song Miaomiao was determined not to give him a chance to get up and harm Ling Qianyi. She forcefully pressed down, thrusting the sword deeper into his abdomen.

Master Fang, a man skilled in martial arts, even if injured, still had more strength than Song Miaomiao. He swung his hands vigorously and then firmly gripped her neck.

When Song Miaomiao heard a “bang”, she slightly turned her head to see Ling Qianyi falling to the ground, biting down hard with clenched teeth, struggling to crawl towards them. Despite his efforts, he couldn’t make it closer.

Song Miaomiao felt that breathing became more difficult. She couldn’t breathe at all, but she was unwilling to give up, unwilling to let go of the sword inserted in Master Fang’s abdomen. With her last bit of strength, she twisted the sword deeper, causing a more severe injury. Her head became heavier, and she could only faintly hear Ling Qianyi calling, “Miaomiao, Miaomiao.”

The voice became very indistinct, as if Song Chaowang was also calling, “Sister, sister.”

The ten years of her life in the world of novels flashed through her mind like a fast-forwarded movie.

From the car accident until now, she had lived ten years in this world, which meant she had earned ten years of life. It was worth it.

Song Miaomiao’s strength also grew weaker, her heartbeat slowing down. In her final moment, she lifted the corners of her mouth slightly towards Ling Qianyi. As an author, she thought that dying for the male lead she made was not in vain.

It was enough, it was already enough.