Chapter 255: [Dragon Blood Mountain] Pleading Guilty

The kiss lasted for an unknown length of time before Fairy Tramper released him. Chu Wanning thought he would stop there, but his lips had just left and then touched again.

After many iterations of this, Fairy Tramper finally had enough and licked his lips, his dark eyes gazing into Chu Wanning's face.

"No change, it's you."

There were so many things to ask and so many changes to encounter. Chu Wanning was quiet for a few moments before he finally spoke hoarsely: "You still remember everything from the past."

"Naturally."

"Do you remember how you died?"

The Fairy Tramper emperor's expression was somewhat gloomy: "The ten sects have joined forces to besiege, and this throne is very disgusted."

"And do you remember how I died?"

The gloom on Fairy Tramper's brow faded a little, but a different shade of grey fell over it: " Snow Walk Palace, you are standing in my way, and I hate it."

Chu Wanning asked again, "So, do you remember how you came back from the dead?"

" Hua Binan to the rescue."

"How exactly?"

The words "since" did not come out, and Fairy Tramper's face gradually showed a trace of bewilderment. But it did not last long as he closed his eyes and when he opened them again, they were clear.

Fairy Tramper frowned and said, "What did you just say?"

Chu Wanning was silent.

He almost knew what Shi Mei had done to this body. Since the human heart is the most difficult to control, Shi Mei could not fully control the body's emotions after Mo Ran's death, nor did she dare to make Mo Ran's already disordered memories even more fragmented, so she had to select the few important things that would affect Mo Ran's orders and erase them.

The Fairy Tramper emperor, I'm afraid, is just a walking sharpshooter.

Chu Wanning's eyes closed and after a moment he seemed to be trying to say something, but before the words came out, a fishy sweetness rose up in his throat. He coughed violently.

" Mo Ran," blood stained between his lips, lifted his watery eyes, "stop working for people. You are already a shell of a man and should have rested in peace long ago. You cough."

There was a gust of blackness in front of his eyes, and the bits and pieces began to come up again.

You should go back to the past, you have been buried in the ground, this is not your place.

But the words were no longer strong enough to be spoken and Chu Wanning only moved his lips before his consciousness began to lapse again.

At last he saw only Fairy Tramper, frowning, talking to himself, his handsome, pale face seemingly a little agitated.

" Chu Wanning ," he heard him call him faintly, as in his previous life, " Wangning "

He closed his eyes as the pain of his soul merging again invaded him again, and he knew no more about what happened next.

A thousand hills away, the woods are sluggish.

The Middle Shu Area has been raining for a few days, and the wooden latticework of the post station is covered with a layer of fine mould.

Suddenly, a pair of shoes stepped into the stagnant water and the sky shattered in light and cloud.

Patriarch Mo appeared in front of the Curved Back Mountain Path at the top of the Death and Life.

He had not recovered his spiritual power since the Dragon Blood Mountain incident and was unable to use his sword. He had spent four days travelling back from Dragon Blood Mountain because he was worried about the safety of the top of death and life.

On this journey, he actually thought about many things.

For example, why he was reborn, or why Chu Wanning in his previous life had set up this mystery in the Dragon Blood Mountain cave, or Shi Mei.

Thought long and hard about it, but couldn't find any clear answer.

He is not an intelligent man, and now that he is tormented and worried, he is even less able to calm down and think about the fact that Shi Mei understands him, that Chu Wanning is his weakness, and that as soon as Chu Wanning remembers the past, it is his death sentence. His mind was in turmoil.

As the rain picked up, Mo Ran stood at the entrance to the steps at the top of the mountain of death and life, his head tilted up, wisps of silver frost falling on his face. In front of him, a stone staircase winds its way up to the top of a cloudy mountain.

This mountain path has been walked in life, in death, in sorrow and in joy, and countless times in two lives, from the youthful days when we were young and innocent to the day when the dust has settled and we have returned from our sins.

It was cold, and rain mixed with snow seeds fell, wetting his black coat and staining his hair.

Youth should have no worries, but the wind blows the snow white

Mo Ran closed his eyes and walked up the long steps towards the hill.

A sinner who has thrown himself into the net finally pushes open the vermilion-painted doors of the Loyalty Palace on the summit of death and life.

The door, slowly opening, is where the madness and glory, the nightmares and darkness of his two lifetimes began.

He remembered his previous life, when, at the age of twenty-two, he changed the name of Danxin to Wushan, and the tablet smashed to pieces, scattering dust and smoke. He stood before the old plaque, where he vowed to tread on all immortals and to honour the world.

That life fell here, and this life shall end here.

The Loyalty Palace was packed with people, with more dignitaries gathered than at the Dragon Mountain crusade against Xu Shuanglin.

At the sound of the door opening, the crowd looked back, but saw a tall man in black standing at the threshold, his face pale, his forehead stained with a few strands of damp black hair. The sky was backlit behind him, the vault was leaden grey and the rain and snow were falling.

No one expected Mo Ran to appear out of nowhere like this.

Is he the hero on Dragon Mountain who gave his life for the peace of all, or is he the bloodless demon of Lonely Moonlit?

No one said a word for a while, every pair of eyes fixed on the returning man.

Those who trusted him found him pitiful, wet and cold, like a dog braving the rain to return home. And those who did not trust him only found him horrible, gloomy and dark, like a ghost crawling out of hell.

The rain keeps pounding on the green eaves of the roof, seeping into the stone cracks in front of the steps and the moss on the tiles.

Mo Ran lifted his dark eyes, moist with moisture beneath the fan-like feathers of his lashes. He whispered, "Uncle, I'm back."

" Mo Ran how you how you are alone"

Xue Zhengyong is seated in his place of honour, his face poorly sculpted, his iron fan casually spread out on the table, the words "The world is ugly" brimming with light, as if they were the annotations to a farce.

" What about Yu Heng?"

Mo Ran stepped into the hall and he fell like a drop of water in the boiling oil that had burned to ten percent instead of serenity, causing a crackling explosion and almost everyone to take a big step back as he entered.

" Mo Ran "

"Demon, how dare you have the face to come out"

"How dare you show yourself after all the people you killed at Lonely Moonlit"

Mo Ran ignored these voices, having heard about the bloodbath at Lonely Moonlit on his journey. He was also well aware of how heartless the Fairy Tramper could be. A few dozen people are not hundreds, thousands or tens of thousands.

"Crazy, you and Hua Binan are in cahoots."

"What else do you want to do? Today, all the experts of the sect are here, and the Master of Tianyin Pavilion will also arrive soon. Even if you are tricky and fickle, you will not be able to escape this net of heaven and earth"

" Mo Ran, you are so deceitful, you sing the red face and the white face, you make everyone confused and then your trick will work, you are so evil"

There was a tidal wave of criticism and cross-examination, a surge of angry faces all around. Mo Ran paid no attention to anyone as he continued on his way, understanding more or less what Hua Binan meant when he forgave him and did not want to call him Shi Mei.

Hua Binan dug a grave for him. Even the inscription on the tombstone was written, and Hua Binan calculated that he would jump in himself.

For, the moment Chu Wanning recalls his past life, Mo Weiyu has condemned himself to a hopeless death.

It's over.

"No matter how many false masquerades you wear on your face, today the great and powerful are gathered to tear your true colours apart."

"You must be sent to Tianyin Pavilion for execution."

It was noisy and full of people. The three words that pierce the eardrums the most are: " Tianyin Pavilion".

Mo Ran had no idea that Hua Binan would involve the Tianyin Pavilion, coincidence or premeditation

The Vast Heavenly Sound is an ancient sect that has been passed down through the Xianxia realm for thousands of years. The master of this sect was first the son of a celestial god and a mortal, and later passed down from generation to generation by blood relatives. As the generations passed, the divine blood of the Tianyin Pavilion's master has thinned, but it is still extremely spiritual. Although the Tianyin Pavilion is not normally involved in the world, just as the mortals believe in the monks, so too do the monks believe in the justice of the Tianyin Pavilion.

It is difficult to overturn a hundred years of authority, let alone a thousand. So even if the Fairy Tramper had ruled the world in a previous life, the Tianyin Pavilion would have been left with a clean slate. Shi Mei was wise to leave Mo Ran in the hands of the Tianyin Pavilion, and no one would or could disobey the verdict.

The great hall is noisy as Mo Ran walks along the carpet embroidered with doujinshi to the front, and then stands still.

"I"

The man said just one word and the sound of the crowd suddenly died down. They stared at him, many of them with eyes of hate and alarm.

They waited for his defence, for his loss of temper, for his fault, and they were ready to pounce at any moment to tear this treacherous demon to pieces.

This man is hard to distinguish between good and evil, and his actions are unpredictable, but it is better to kill him by mistake than to let him go.

"I'll take the blame."

The ravens were silent, even more silent than before.

It is like sharpening your swords for a great battle and beating your golden drums to kill, only to learn that the enemy general has killed himself in his tent.

How absurd.

"What did he say?"

It took a while for someone to respond, but they couldn't believe how easily the devil had confessed his guilt, so they whispered to the person beside them, "Is he saying he's coming to collect his guilt?"

Mo Ran drops his eyes and kneels down to face his aunt and uncle, and a pale Xue Meng. The shadows of the lamp are hazy, reflecting his handsome, thin face.

It was true that he was going to kill himself, but Hua Binan had set him up in such a way that he would not let that man get away with it. He had one more thing to do before he could confess his sins

He will do his last ounce of strength to protect the people he can no longer protect from now on.

So Mo Ran spoke slowly, his voice deep and incandescent.

"It is true that I am full of blood and have killed many people because of my own personal vendetta. Although I have tried to repent over the years, my sins are still unforgivable. Today, in front of you, I have something to declare in addition to stating my sins."

He paused, and the words fell like knives: "I no longer have a mentorship with Chu Wanning."

Hearing these words, those present were more frozen than surprised: "What's going on?"

It is a great scandal in the Xianxia world for a master and disciple to break off their relationship in public, and when this happens, both the master and the disciple will have a hard time saving face. So as long as there is no blood feud, even if the relationship is not good, there will always be enough superficial work done.

After the shock, many people whispered and muttered, "Wasn't it just fine before? Why is it suddenly like this?

"It doesn't look like it, could it be that something happened to them later at Dragon Mountain"

"It's possible that Chu Wanning doesn't seem to have much regard for his disciples. When Shi Mingjing was caught by Hua Binan, he didn't let go of his hand to save him.

The voices of the people rose and fell like a tidal wave.

In the midst of these voices, Mo Ran continued, "It is less that he could not allow me to kill and set fire, but it is more that he has treated me with indifference and insulted my dignity. This man talks about the world, but treats his disciples poorly, how hypocritical he is.

It hurts too much.

He stopped speaking, his lips trembling slightly, yet he had to finish word by word. Death to himself by a thousand cuts.

"It is he who has harmed me, it is he who has wronged me. I am ashamed to have been his teacher. Now that I have made a clean break with Chu Wanning, whoever treats me as his disciple in the future".

He lifted his eyes, the eyes of a Fairy Tramper.

"That is to disgust me, and I hope you will not mention it again."

Xue Zhengyong: " Mo Ran "

Xue Meng was even more pale: "Brother, you're crazy! Do you have any idea what you've said?"

Mo Ran closed his eyes, not wanting to look at anyone else in the Xue Meng family, that "brother" was like a sharp claw in his heart and lungs.

Mo Ran then said, "In addition to that, I have one more thing to say."

"Confess your sins, where's the one, two, three things, you"

Before the man could finish his complaint, he was stopped by Jiang Xi, now the head of the immortals, who looked at Mo Ran: "Go ahead."

Mo Ran said, "I have sinned a great deal and I have pleaded guilty to punishment. But Lonely Moonlit was not my doing."

Many of those present had come to collect their blood money and were already in a state of turmoil, but when they heard him deny the Lonely Moonlit murder, they were furious. They all spoke out.

"Ha joke it's a hard fact, what do you have to say about it"

"That's right, who else could it be if not you?"

I wasn't even at Lonely Moonlit, I was at Dragon Blood Mountain with Chu Wanning at the time," says Mo Ran. It was someone else who did it. And that person, if I'm not mistaken, would have been"

He hesitated, not immediately reporting the identity of the Fairy Tramper emperor.

It was not that he feared the wrath of the crowd, but he thought that no one present would believe the absurdity that the Gate of Life and Death had split open and that another Mo Ran had appeared.

"Who is it?"

Mo Ran pursed his lips and decided to wait until later to mention Fairy Tramper, so instead of answering immediately, he said, "I'll talk about who it is later. Anyway, that man was in cahoots with Hua Binan, one framing him at Lonely Moonlit and the other taking Chu Wanning."

After he finished this speech, the crowd split into two sets of voices.

The first wave of voices was faint but also clearly discernible, mostly shouted by the disciples of the Top of Death and Life: " What happened to Elder Yu Heng"

"Where were the elders taken?"

The other set of voices was the group that had come to raise the alarm.

" Mo Ran, do you think we will believe you"

"I don't know what kind of medicine you're selling or who else is in it, but I think you and Hua Binan are in cahoots. On Dragon Mountain, you two conspired to put on a show and you killed so many people and even harmed Shi Mingjing in spite of the friendship of your fellow disciples. "

At the sound of Shi Mei's name, Mo Ran slowly raised his head and looked at Xue Zhengyong on the seat and then at Xue Meng: "Shi Mei he"

Xue Meng, concerned, stepped forward: " Shi Mei, what happened to him? Is he okay?"

Mo Ran couldn't even go and meet his eyes.

It only takes once to see what a broken person looks like.

Mo Ran closed his eyes and said, "Shi Mei, that's Hua Binan."

Dead silence.

Halfway through the day, Xue Meng dropped back into his seat and muttered, "Are you kidding me?

Yes, if he hadn't seen it with his own eyes and heard it with his own ears, Mo Ran would have been tempted to say how it was possible. Shi Mei was so gentle, so wonderful, the three of them had been through so many storms together, and to him, Shi Mei was the first true peer friend he had ever had in his life.

But the friend was a fake, a mere mirage.

So ridiculous.

The people around us murmured, "What a mess."

"Crazy, a little monk like that would be the number one sage in the world"

"If Shi Mei is Hua Binan, what did he do at Dragon Mountain to help us unlock the heart-drilling worm."

There were others who had been saved by Shi Mei on Dragon Mountain and were so grateful to her that they pointed an angry finger at him and said, "Mo Ran, how dare you speak such falsehoods in order to absolve yourself of your sins?

At this point Jiang Xi, who had been frowning and silent, also spoke up.

"What proof do you have that Hua Binan is Shi Mingjing" Jiang Xi said, "Hua Binan has been under my tutelage for many years and has hardly left Lonely Moonlit, if you say he is Shi Mingjing, then how did he manage to be in two places at the same time Then how did he manage to be in two places at the same time"