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That day in Jinping City, Bi Huan swallowed that red pill and then turned around to leave. With what he said before, he said 'a hundred years, a hundred years, and a hundred years' worth of dried bones'.

That medicinal pill was called the Hundred Years Withering Bone. After consuming it, one could only live for a hundred years. After that, one would die. It could be said to be a type of poison. However, I didn't expect that the "Hundred Years Old Bone" that Bi Huan had swallowed would be so vicious!

In the first year after he left, Bi Huan wandered around the Eunuch Kingdom, looking for clues. As long as there were suspicious people, he would definitely pursue them to the end in order to find the real culprit. However, on the last day of its first year, the poison broke out.

As a part of the soul, from inside to outside, I could see the changes in Bi Huan's body very clearly. It was the pill, and after Bi Huan swallowed it, it directly turned into a layer of red mist, surrounding the spirit pellet, and as the spirit energy flowed through his body, it entered into his limbs and bones. Normally, it was hidden, and had no effect or effect, but on the last day of the year, the red mist that had already merged into his meridians would suddenly erupt and actually corrode the spirit energy within his body as well as his flesh and bones.

The first year, I watched Bi Huan grind her teeth and endure the pain of the corroded bone and flesh. Even though her clothes were drenched in sweat and blood was seeping out from her silver teeth, she still silently endured it.

The second year, the corrosion of the red mist became even more intense. Bi Huan's expression became even more pained and distorted. It was hard to imagine what kind of pain he was enduring. However, he still gritted his teeth and endured it without saying a word.

Third year, fourth year … However, the poison in his body had become more and more profound, and every time it flared up, he could no longer endure it. He could only roar out the pain in his body, and each time, he would have to endure for a full twenty-four hours, and every time, he would have to endure the pain for a full day and a night.

After seventy years, shouting could no longer be used as a method of venting. Bi Huan would desperately beat the ground or trees every time, rolling on the ground and painfully tearing off the clothes and flesh of her body. She would even tear off a large portion of her skin, but she would still not be able to endure this inhumane pain.

He endured until the 99th year. Bi Huan searched through the surrounding countries, Divine Feather Nation, Mo Hu Nation, Damon Nation, Xiang Nation, and Qingfeng Country. The war between the immortals and the demons had already begun. The two hundred thousand soldiers that were hoarded in Jin Ping City had all been destroyed, and all their supplies were damaged. Thus, the demon race quickly broke through the 26th line of defense.

There were large and small nations, but even the smallest country had a circumference of millions of miles. To be able to find all of them within a hundred years, Bi Huan had to put his life on the line.

Perhaps it was dying soon, Bi Huan had already given up. In the last few days, the signs of poison was even more obvious, Bi Huan was getting thinner and thinner, and her spirit energy was running out. With just this step, perhaps fate had brought her to this desolate Sand Creek village and reunited with Xing Qian … No, it should be said that they had met. After all, the two of them had never met face to face again.

When Xing Qian saw Bi Huan, he felt as if he had seen the brutal slaughter of the innocent citizens of Gold Level City. His expression changed, and he staggered backward a few steps before finally coming to a halt.

"What's the matter, sir?"

Xing Qian had never revealed his name, so everyone called him old teacher. This was how he had been called for a hundred years. Now that he was in such a situation, everyone's eyes filled with worry.

"No worries, all of you go out first. I will save this person."

Since Xing Qian had already spoken, everyone left without hesitation. The only ones left behind were Xing Qian and Bi Huan.

Xing Qian let out a soft sigh, his eyes filled with pain as he looked at Bi Huan. Once again, he let out a heavy sigh, then extended a finger and placed it inside Bi Huan's dantian.

However, when Xing Gan's finger touched Bi Huan's skin, it actually turned into thousands of tiny branches and entered his skin. Yet not a single drop of blood flowed out. It was truly miraculous.

After a long time, he withdrew his finger with a grave expression on his face and condensed a ball of spirit energy into Bi Huan's forehead. When he saw Bi Huan's expression gradually improve and the wrinkles on his forehead fade away, he returned to his previous handsome and unrestrained appearance. However, his hair was in disarray and his clothes were tattered, so it had nothing to do with being confident.

Moments later, Bi Huan coughed lightly and woke up. Looking at the white-bearded old man with a kind face, Bi Huan opened his mouth weakly, "Am I dead …"

"Young man, not yet. Besides, you won't die."

"Hehe, you won't die?" Bi Huan laughed self-deprecatingly. She closed her eyes and took a deep breath. "I also hope that I won't die. That way, I'll have enough time to find out who the real culprit is."

"Is the truth really that important?"

"Yes!" Bi Huan spoke resolutely without the slightest hesitation. "For my dignity, I must find the truth!"

"Sigh …" Xing Qian sighed and sat down on a nearby bamboo chair. "Now that you've found the truth, what else can you do?" he asked sadly.

"Kill!" Kill him! "

"Killing cannot save the past, so why must you be so persistent?"

"This is not persistence, this is a promise, a promise to the 200,000 brothers who died along with the tens of millions of innocent cultivators!"

Xing Gan opened his mouth, but he didn't say anything. Together with Bi Huan, they quietly went through the painful memories of their past for a very, very long time.

"You are also a cultivator, who are you? You were the one who saved me? "

In the end, it was Bi Huan who broke the silence. He knew that he was still alive and started to ask questions.

"More or less. I can't say that I'm able to save you, but I'm still unable to cure you of the poison in your body."

"You know about the poison in my body? From your tone, you think you can explain this? "

Nodding lightly, Xing Gan walked out of the room and arrived at a small hill at the village entrance. Looking at the clouds in the sky, Bi Huan appeared a moment later. She stood beside him, giving him a look before looking towards the horizon as well.

It was a rather cloudy day, and there was no sunlight, and the setting sun was just a vague outline. It wasn't dazzling, nor could it be considered soft, but rather had a kind of dim light to it, but Xing Qian was looking at it seriously, as if it were his lover.

After a long time, Xing Gan finally spoke. With a slightly magnetic voice, he recounted a long, long story.

"A long, long time ago, perhaps, it was too long ago. Even my memories have become a little blurry. At that time, I was still a child, and she was the closest and most respected person to me. "

"She is beautiful, gentle, empathetic, and thought for others in every way. The clansmen all love her a lot, not because she is the daughter of the clan leader, but because she is the same as us, ordinary yet not ordinary at all. She helps the people who need help every day, laughs with them, enjoys with them, and sings to us children when we have free time. Her song is wonderful, and when I think about it now, she is still willing to immerse herself in the good times. "

Xing Qian paused for a moment, as if he had truly immersed himself in his memories. Bi Huan didn't disturb him, but sat quietly and watched the sky grow darker. His face was also immersed, as if he had fallen into some sort of memory.

A smile appeared on Xing Gan's face. Perhaps childhood was the most unforgettable time of his life.

"She likes to sing. The beauty of her singing is the best among all the clansmen. When she was young, I even asked her, 'Why do you sing so well?' She said, 'Because I have a good heart!' Beautiful heart, hehe, only later, I know, she said beautiful, is peace. "Peace, because there are no disputes, no killings, and no blood. Everyone is like a family, caring for each other and caring for each other. What a beautiful world this is!"

"For this dream, she embarked on a journey, never to return. At the end of our lives, she taught us the last song, telling us that she was going to make the world peaceful by her own power, and we waved goodbye with tears in our eyes, but we didn't ask her to stay, because we knew that she was happy for the dream, and we wanted her to be happy, as if she wanted all of us to be happy. "

"Time, bit by bit, passed and we didn't hear any more news about her. Many times, we kids would just stand on the peak of the mountain and look at her snow-white figure when the sun sets. When she left, she chose this time, when the night was about to come, because she said that she would rush into the darkness alone and bring dawn to the world. "

"When we heard about her again, she was a warrior who returned from the war and told us a story. They said that in that unprecedented battle, she appeared, and a snow-white figure was really as dazzling as the dawn. It illuminated everyone's eyes, and also their hearts."

"In that battle, she was the last place to appear. She sacrificed her life and saved all those who died, whether they were her people or her enemies, whether they were injured or killed, she saved them all with her own strength. She hoped that her sacrifice would be able to calm the war and make everyone aware of the horrors of war and death.

"But, she was wrong. She sacrificed the person she had saved, and they started to fight again, and because of hatred and anger, they caused even greater and more tragic casualties. However, she could not see them, and we also hoped that she would not see them, because we were afraid of her sadness and despair. However, among the people who are still alive, there are a portion of people who are grateful to her and respect her. There are even more people who complain that she saved their enemies, who resent that she gave them hope and erased them, but, everyone remembers that in that red war, there was a touch of white who wished for the best ending. "

The sky had already turned completely dark. Bi Huan lifted his head to look at Xing Qian. His lips moved slightly as he asked, "What is her name?"

Xing Qian smiled, a desolate expression on his face.

"Her name is Bai Yi …"