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Chapter 66: May You Shine Brightly Hereafter
"I should have been faster..."
Yu Sheng looked at Liu Qingfeng and suddenly blurted out a disjointed sentence.
But Liu Qingfeng understood.
As always.
Just as he had, night after night, diligently analyzed Yu Sheng's personality, his thoughts, trying to truly understand Yu Sheng, to reach into his heart.
"You should have taken more time."
"Actually... just now, I figured it out."
Liu Qingfeng smiled and shook his head: "You are you, you are Yu Sheng, and no one has the right to make you change anything."
"Even if that person is me..."
"The teacher... the teacher will no longer ask you to protect humanity, to guard these myriad households."
"The teacher just... just hopes... hopes that you will protect those... those you feel you should protect... in your heart."
"Go kill those... those you think... deserve it."
"The teacher doesn't want to use his own death to force you to do... do anything, but..."
"The teacher just wishes that in the days to come, your face could bear more smiles... can you do that?"
Liu Qingfeng's voice grew weaker.
But he still looked at Yu Sheng with as gentle a gaze as possible.
Rather than saying he initially sympathized with Yu Sheng, it's more accurate to say that he truly saw some of himself in Yu Sheng.
This... perhaps is a mutual redemption.
He hoped that Yu Sheng's face could wear more smiles.
And also because of Yu Sheng, his own lonely heart began to beat strongly again.
Proving that he was not just a disabled veteran withdrawn from battle.
He had a new goal in life.
But...
This was as far as it could go.
He struggled to raise his hand and pulled off the Cloud Pattern Medal from his chest, handing it to Yu Sheng: "This... this is the thing I am most proud of."
"Perhaps it cannot bring you much..."
"But..."
"At least, it proves that you are a martyr's family."
"Coming from Sin City, the teacher... the teacher has used the honor of his lifetime to shield you..."
The medal was stained with blood.
Yu Sheng silently took the medal and studied it intently.
Liu Qingfeng slowly raised his head, wanting to touch Yu Sheng's head again, but his hand hesitated mid-air, almost pulling back.
Just like before.
But...
Yu Sheng gently moved forward, taking Liu Qingfeng's hand willingly.
Letting the blood he always despised soak his hair.
Liu Qingfeng was stunned, then quickly smiled.
His smile was filled with relief, and a tear slid down from the corner of his eye.
"Life ahead... is long..."
"The teacher... can only take you... this far..."
"May you shine brightly... hereafter."
After saying the last word, Liu Qingfeng's hand fell limply, his eyes closed, but his lips retained that smile.
As if...
As if he had no regrets in this life.
At ten, orphaned.
Watching others grow and learn with their parents, while feeling out of place.
Even lacking the qualifications for the college assessment.
Spending days outside, hustling to earn resources, practicing cultivation.
At thirty, joined the Reserve Forces.
At thirty-three, ascended the Demon-Suppressing Pass.
At thirty-six, retired due to injury.
At thirty-nine, took Yu Sheng as a student, defended the school gate, fought to the death, and finally... the curtain fell.
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Not a glamorous life.
But always striving for the goals in his heart, working hard.
Never slacking.
At least, even in death, he could say...
"I, Liu Qingfeng, have not disgraced the Demon-Suppressing Pass!"
"Have not disgraced the myriad valiant spirits!"
Watching Liu Qingfeng’s body, Yu Sheng remained silent, clutching the medal tightly, and carefully placed it in his backpack.
On the backpack, there was a line of not very pretty handwriting.
'May you weather a thousand sails, still return as a youth...'
But now, the backpack too was stained with blood.
The words seemed soaked in blood...
Heavy.
Yet containing all of Liu Qingfeng’s hopes and expectations.
"Suddenly, I really hate you all..."
Yu Sheng murmured to himself, lifting his head to gaze at the Cult members with an unmelting frost in his eyes.
This seemingly frail and ordinary youth was now radiating an overwhelming aura of murder.
A tangible, real sense of murder.
This was unlike his usual reserved and low-profile demeanor.
Now, Yu Sheng seemed like a god of death who had stepped out of hell, walking over mountains of corpses and seas of blood.
A mere glance at him could chill someone to the core.
No one knew why such an ordinary youth could harbor such intense murderous intent, even causing the air's temperature to continually drop.
It was as if...
The Yu Sheng now was the one who had truly shed his disguise, revealing his genuine self.
From a distance, Zhao Qingyi and An Xin approached, their figures growing closer.
They seemed mesmerized by the scene unfolding at the school.
Yu Sheng produced a dagger in each hand, both gleaming coldly under the sunlight.
He carefully took out a bottle and opened it.
Pouring the liquid onto the daggers.
In the next moment...
Like a ghost, Yu Sheng dashed into the crowd, his slender figure darting through, his daggers slashing repeatedly.
He always managed to kill the most people with the least effort.
Wherever the dagger passed, even if the wounds were not fatal, within seconds, the victim would turn ashen and heavily fall to the ground.
Under the morning sunlight, the school's playground seemed to turn into a purgatory.
Perhaps, against a fourth awakening, he might not prevail.
But in this battlefield of mostly first and second awakenings, it seemed tailor-made for Yu Sheng.
Even Yu Sheng himself didn't know what he was thinking at that moment.
There was only one thought in his mind.
To kill.
The people of the Cult.
Because they truly... were detestable.
An Xin and Zhao Qingyi didn't hesitate to join the battlefield, quickly turning the tide from a stalemate to a one-sided slaughter.
Until suddenly, an old man with a goatee and hands behind his back appeared in the distance.
He looked like a farmer.
"Enough..."
His voice was somewhat deep, and a long spear appeared out of nowhere, pressuring everyone present, including Yu Sheng.
Subsequently, the bodies of Cult members exploded into pieces, falling to the ground.
The old man showed no pride, instead, he waved his hand in a lonely gesture.
The spear struck.
Looking at the teachers and retired soldiers, either severely injured or dead, and... Liu Qingfeng, only a sigh remained on the playground.
A sigh filled with age and desolation.
As if...
Having experienced too much, he had become indifferent.