Hu Shaomeng died with a strange smile, Jiang Wang took out a Shadow Stone from his bosom, and also a finely crafted small pouch.

My pouch held five Ten Thousand Stone, with one damaged and half gone. The rest were full and plump. In terms of ordinary One Hundred Stone, that’s a harvest of four hundred and fifty Dao Yuan Stones.

Jiang Wang took them out and put them in his pocket. Just as he was about to throw away the purse, he glanced at the bottom right corner of the purse. There was a character embroidered there, with elegant script and fine, straight strokes—typical Qi state characters.

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In Qi State, it was impossible to survive without learning the Qi language. Jiang Wang recognized that this was the character "su."

The essence of things is white.

The "素" character in Zhú Sù Yáo's name.

Jiang Wang thought for a moment, then put it away together with the others.

Of course, the mirror in the carriage wouldn't miss that. Hu Shaomeng was able to condense such a realistic phantom, and his illusion magic performance far exceeded his actual strength, it must be related to the mirror he was hiding in.

In fact, if Hu You hadn't pointed out that Hu Shaomeng was hiding here, Jiang Wang would have had even more trouble killing him.

After Hu Shaomeng confirmed that Jiang Wang's killing intent was resolute and that there was no opportunity for a sneak attack, he had already decided to abandon everything in the Hu family. So, he secretly drove his carriage, wanting to take advantage of the opportunity to escape.

Jiang Wang's resolute sword strike came at him, forcing him to step forward and meet it in battle.

Because he hid in the world of mirrors, when the mirror shattered, he shattered with it.

Emerging from the mirror was a choice made out of necessity, but it also preserved this small mirror.

At first glance, this mirror appears unremarkable. Yet, no one can ignore it.

Jiang Wang believes that this mirror is his greatest gain, but its magical use still needs further research.

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Upon entering the Hu family courtyard, Jiang Wang planned to fulfill his promise made after obtaining the Bao Guang Jue.

After pointing out Hu Shaomeng's hiding place, Hu You seemed to have exhausted his last bit of energy.

Jiang Wang killed Hu Shaomeng, just outside the door.

Hu Yu didn't even glance at him.

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My wife passed away many years ago. Though the woman who came after her hasn't been formally acknowledged as my wife, in my heart she is already a harmonious partner, like a continuing melody played on two strings.

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But was killed by his own son.

Because of the incident where he killed his first wife years ago, Hu You has always been ashamed and unable to hold his head high. As a father, in front of his son, he lives like a grandson.

These are all his own doing, he admits. But...

He would think that way. What was wrong with the woman he loved?

She had been with him for so many years without a name or status. They clearly loved each other, but they could only be together secretly, like having an affair!

Her such grievance, her such forbearance.

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Yet to be insulted by his own son, calling him a whore when he opens his mouth and a prostitute when he closes it.

In the end, he even directly killed her.

From beginning to end, what did this father of his mean to Hu Shaomeng?

He killed his own wife.

His own son killed his second wife!

...and in the end, he personally led his enemy to his son, allowing him to be killed.

Such a tragedy of human relations turned Hu Yu into a living "corpse."

He still breathed, but it was a shallow, rasping breath devoid of meaning or joy.

Only when Jiang Wang's boots appeared before him did Hu You open his mouth.

He coughed twice, and finally uttered a hoarse voice: "Shao Meng is dead?"

Jiang Wang looked at the old man who was lifeless: "He has something to show you."

Hu Youben was also an extraordinary cultivator. Now that his Dao heart has collapsed, all his cultivation throughout his life has dissipated like clouds. He is even worse than an ordinary old man.

Trembling, he raised his head: "Wh...what?"

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Jiāng Wàngdào yuán gàn rù liúyǐng shí, yī mù huàmiàn, biàn chūxiàn zài bànkōng —

She was a woman past her prime, though the crow's feet around her eyes were prominent, she still retained a certain charm.

Jiang Wang didn't recognize the woman, but from Hu Yu's sudden ripples of emotion in his eyes, he could guess who she was.

She wasn't wearing any clothes.

Like a snake, it coils around another man's body.

That man was a stranger, but he was certainly not an imaginary figment.

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From the stone, a man's rough voice echoed: "After all this time, you haven't really fallen for that old geezer, have you?"

“Are you crazy or am I crazy?” the woman’s voice said: “How could I love such a fat and ugly old thing? Take me back quickly, I’ve been disgusted for so many years, when will it end?”

“Almost... almost. Just wait for Master Xi...”

On the screen, there was a smiling Hu Shaomeng sitting on a chair by the bed.

It seems that due to the illusion's cover, the couple on the bed never discovered him.

Hearing this, Hu Shaomeng struck with his palm, and the two of them died together in bed.

Their conversation ended here.

That's enough already.

原来，胡由爱着的是那个女人。那个他视为妻子女人的确是席子楚布下的棋子。

The two most promising young cultivators in the Jiacheng region had been locked in a rivalry for many years, constantly wary of each other.

Just like Hu Shaomeng had placed people within Jiacheng, Xi Zichu took things a step further and positioned someone right beside Hu You's pillow.

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In the picture, Hu Shaomeng smiled and looked straight at the stone tablet: "Listen carefully and watch carefully? If not, you can take a few more looks."

He laughed with such joy, tears streaming down his face: “You’re sure to love this gift, my dear old father.”

The curtain vanished.

Hu You's entire old face was contorted, wrinkles like tangled threads intertwined in one place. It wasn't an expression that seemed humanly possible.

Extreme pain and remorse clash.

His old eyes could no longer shed tears, but instead blood beads rolled down, each one connected to the next.

...who they were crying for.

And Jiang Wang, who had been silently observing the whole scene, felt a mixture of emotions that were hard to describe.

He finally understood what the strange smile on Hu Shaomeng's face before his death represented.

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The night his mother froze to death, already decided his life.

As for human emotions, he could never believe in them again for the rest of his life.

A life of tormenting Hu Yu, and tormenting oneself.

...and this memorial stone that he desperately wanted to show Hu Yu before his death.

That was Hu Shao Meng's final revenge.

Jiang Wang put away the keepsake stone and turned to walk outside.

A loud "bang" sounded from behind.

Without looking back, one could tell it was Hu You who had been killed by hitting the wall.

He could have stopped it, but he didn't.

Everyone has their own choices.

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And who said that living is better than dying?

Separation of life and death, is not only happening in the Hu family.

The hardships in this world have never been exclusive to anyone.

Throughout history, there has been only one ultimate hardship: death.

It refers to those people who still have attachments to the world.

Since ancient times, in order to counter the fear of “death,” all living beings have developed many ways.

For example, severing one's emotions and desires can directly eradicate fear.

For example, in life, things that develop after death.

Regardless of the nature of those methods, judging from their outward appearance.

For some people, death is not a frightening thing at all.

This is a magnificent and imposing palace, adorned with carvings of jade and emerald, with its lamp posts burning brightly.

The orb is the sun and moon, and the pearl is the star.

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This is an underground palace.

The ventilation shaft was cleverly concealed, and without a diagram of the subterranean structure, it would be difficult to find.

The main hall was spacious.

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At this time, upon the enormous dragon throne sat a man of aloof temperament and impassive expression.

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He seemed to have been sitting there for a long time, and it also seemed like he would always stay that way.

>He once lived in Maple Forest City and had a name.

His name is Wang Changxiang.

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Now it's slowly rising to 3,000 collections, with an average order of 140. The pre-order ratio is 21 already.

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