5.12 - The old leader could have spent his old age in peace, but he was beheaded

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5.12 - The old leader could have spent his old age in peace, but he was beheaded at the end.

  "You're not eating or drinking, are you trying to take revenge on me?" Qin Jianxuan put the medicine bowl aside. Half a month had passed since the succession ceremony, and Shen Ran had not eaten much. He sat on the bed with his head down, his knees hugged, his long hair loose. The wounds on his body had been treated, but they were still bleeding. His face was pale and his lips were bloodless. No matter what Qin Jianxuan said, he seemed not to hear it.

  "People outside say you're crazy, but I know you're not." Qin Jianxuan lowered his eyes and looked at the man on the bed. He couldn't tell whether he hated you or felt something else. He said, "The old sect leader has bad intentions towards you. He has been using you all the time. Is such a person really worth your sadness?"

  Shen Ran still kept his head down and remained silent, as if he had heard nothing.

  Qin Jianxuan sighed. He sat aside, looking at Shen Ran, and said, "You should have been to the forbidden area and seen the things left there. There are some things that you know even if I don't tell you."

  He thought for a moment and said, "The old sect master guarded Tianyi Sect not because there was anything worth protecting in Tianyi Sect, but because he fell in love with his sister after abandoning his wife and children. His sister died to protect Tianyi Sect, so Tianyi Sect became his sister's last wish. In order to fulfill his sister's last wish, the old sect master was willing to sacrifice his own life, and even your life. Shen Ran, you still don't understand, you have been used by others all your life."

  "Are you done?" Shen Ran finally spoke after many days. He whispered, "I'm tired."

  "Is there really nothing left to say to each other?" Qin Jianxuan asked.

  "It's not that I have nothing to say, but from the beginning, you and I are not on the same path, Qin Jianxuan." Shen Ran raised his head and looked at Qin Jianxuan. His face was pale and his eyes were dim. He said, "This is my fault, not yours. So no matter what you did, I really don't hate you."

  Indeed, from beginning to end, Shen Ran never uttered a single word of hate.

  If he wanted to hate, it seemed that he could hate many people, but when he looked around, he found at a loss that he could not hate anyone. But how did his life become like this?

  "You don't hate me?" Qin Jianxuan had never thought about this. He paused and said, "I feel like I can't understand you any more."

  "I have nothing to hate. I was the one who killed your sect members, your relatives and friends, and tricked you into a trap. I was the one who seriously injured you and destroyed your cultivation. I have nothing to refute. What qualifications do I have to talk about hatred? As for other people..." Shen Ran seemed to laugh. He was still very young, but he already had white hair. "Hate the sect master? He gave birth to me and raised me. If we talk about apologies, he is only sorry to my mother and other people in Tianyi Sect who died because of him... What am I?"

  He raised his hand, looked at his scarred hand, and said, "Should I not have embarked on the journey of cultivating immortals? If I hadn't, I wouldn't have entered Tianyi Sect, and I wouldn't have become the Cold and Dangerous Sword Master. Maybe you could have continued to be the Young Master of the Demon Sect, and maybe Wen Qian and the others would still be alive... If it weren't for me... wouldn't everything be much better?"

  His eyes were a little dim, as if he was thinking about something. Qin Jianxuan vaguely felt that something was wrong, but when he tried to stop him, it was too late. Shen Ran leaned back, and Qin Jianxuan stepped forward and held him in his arms. Blood was flowing from the corner of Shen Ran's lips, but he seemed to have been enduring it. His chest heaved violently and he clenched his teeth tightly.

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