I've never felt happy to become an immortal.

Chapter 1 Only the Dark Moon Knows His Heroism
"Rebellious ministers and traitors!"

"how dare you!"

"You actually came here with a sword in hand!"

"This is the palace of the Great Qin Empire, where the Supreme Emperor offers sacrifices to the Heavens!"

"With your..."

The winter sun shines on the snow, appearing a little thin.

The empty altar for offering sacrifices to heaven was very deserted.

The eunuch's shrill voice rang out, and then died away in the clear sound of the sword.

The young man in a green shirt raised his hand and scooped up a handful of snow from the railing as a silk cloth, then wiped it lightly on the sword blade, wiping off the bright red bloodstains.

On the road behind him lay hundreds of lifeless corpses, specks of bright red on the white snow.

The young man climbed the stairs and walked to the top of the rooftop, holding a sword in his right hand and an old man in gorgeous clothes in his left. He raised his hand and threw it forward, and the man turned into a rolling gourd and rolled several times on the snow, then fell elastically and sat down in the middle of the rooftop.

The old man struggled to sit up on the rooftop, blood seeping from the cracks of his court robes. This high platform made entirely of top-grade flawless cloud jade from the sky was being dyed a dirty hue by the blood.

The man in green clothes loosened the three-foot-long sword in his hand, and the sword remained suspended in the air.

He moved his stiff wrists and exhaled a puff of white mist.

"For a dignified Duke of Zhenguo, dying on this altar, which reaches the heavens and the underworld, is quite a dignified death."

"Actually, I personally recommend Caishikou in the imperial capital. It's a great place to chop off heads."

"I heard that many people would bring steamed buns when they saw a beheading, because it was said that the hot blood of the beheaded person before his death was a panacea that could cure all diseases and eliminate tuberculosis in the body."

"It's a pity that plans can't keep up with changes, and I can't catch up in time. I didn't even have time to bring Louis XVI Happy Channel. What a pity, what a pity..."

The young man showed his teeth, which were so white that they reflected light, and asked healthily, "So, do you have any last words, sir?"

"Hahaha..." The Duke of Zhenguo let out a dry and hoarse laugh.

"Your last words are just these three words?" the young man said seriously, "How about I polish it up and change it to 'so scared'?"

"Bai Wuming, you've practiced for so many years and accomplished so many great things to finally reach the realm of a terrestrial immortal. The world is so vast, and you could go anywhere. But you could have lived a carefree life, but you chose to die with an old skeleton like me. Should I praise your bravery, or laugh at your stupidity?"

The old Duke Zhenguo, whose limbs had been severed, stared at the young man with a gaze as deep as a cave, reflecting a cold, dim light. "But it might not be too late for you to turn back now. I can forgive you for killing people and committing such a heinous crime, as long as you leave Daqin and swear never to return..."

"Old man, you're still the same as before, enjoying this bluffing trick." Bai Wuming clapped his hands softly: "I'll give you four words too."

"It's all here."

"How can I leave without killing them?"

The old Duke Zhenguo's face was as gloomy as water. He knew his life was in danger, but the courage cultivated by years of high position did not diminish in the slightest. He shouted angrily, "How dare a mere rebellious youngster speak such arrogant words!"

"Bai Wuming, do you really think that if you kill me, everything will go as you wish?"

"On the contrary...if I die, it will be the beginning of chaos in the world!"

"The Six Paths and Seven Sects already have someone they can support."

"It's me who holds up this world!"

"Without me, the world will lose its balance. Those sharp contradictions, the rivalries between various sects, the lurking ambitious people... they will all be unchecked!"

"Killing me would be like opening the Demon Suppression Tower... demons, monsters, and goblins would pour out, bringing devastation to the world!"

Bai Wuming said disapprovingly, "If you regard this world as a demon-suppressing tower, then you are calling yourself the King of Hell?"

"So what if I boasted about it!"

The Duke of Zhenguo sneered, "Everyone knows that it was I, this old man, who personally turned the tide, conquered every battle, drove out the barbarians, wiped out the evil spirits, and recovered the lost territory!"

"It's the half of the country that I, this old man, guard!"

"If it weren't for me, the old man, guarding the borders, traveling north and south, and riding my iron cavalry across the rivers and lakes, personally reassembling the shattered Qin Dynasty, the world would have long since returned to the chaotic Spring and Autumn Period!"

"Everyone knows what I have accomplished."

"You little brat, you rushed in based on your own opinion, turning the world upside down and destroying all order!"

"This is to personally destroy the foundation of the Great Qin, to reignite the flames of war in this world, and to return it to the chaotic times!"

"Bai, do you want to be the eternal sinner?"

Faced with the old man's hoarse questioning, Bai Wuming gave an affirmative answer.

Om-!
The sword's edge cut through the sky, and the Qingfeng Sword pierced through the head of the Qin State Pillar who had spent his whole life in battle.

"I just asked you to say your last words, but you really thought I was here to listen to your speech?"

He drew out the Qingfeng sword.

The blood splattered more than ten meters away and happened to fall on the upper of a pair of shoes.

In the white snow, the fabric of the boots was stained into mottled red by the splattered blood.

A figure appeared in the snow beside the rooftop. From the outline of her clothes, it could be roughly seen that she was a tall woman. The dark robe covered every corner of her body, blocking almost all detection. Only the half of the sharp edge extending from under the black robe was very eye-catching. It was also a sword, and it was not small. The width of the sword was almost as thick as the thigh.

"master."

The woman, stepping on the bloody footprints, bowed down on the rooftop to show her respect.

"Xue Ji, get up and talk." Bai Wuming had just completed a great achievement and was in a very good mood. His tone was also very relaxed: "Is everything resolved?"

Xie Xueji, the eldest disciple of Jiange, glanced at the severed head of the Great Qin Pillar State, feeling both shocked and somewhat indifferent.

The master said he wanted to kill the Duke of Zhenguo, so he died.

In Xie Xueji's mind, perhaps such a simple cause and effect relationship does not require too much reasoning.

She collected her thoughts and quickly replied, "All the targets listed in the roster within the palace have been cleared out, with no omissions... As for those outside the palace, my junior sisters are currently handling them. If nothing goes wrong, it should take at most half a cup of tea."

"It's been a while."

"Feel sorry……"

"I'm not blaming you. This matter was sudden. We made some plans, but it's far from perfect." Bai Wuming shook his head, seemingly speaking to his disciples, but also seemingly talking to himself: "But the Duke of Zhenguo is dead, and the few remaining small fish can't make any waves."

He walked down two steps and sat down, looking at the senior disciple a few steps away: "You don't ask anything, you didn't ask before, and you won't ask now?"

"Disciple has nothing to ask." Xie Xueji shook his head: "Disciple only listens to Master. Master tells Xueji to kill someone, and Xueji goes and kills people."

"No matter who the other party is?"

"No matter who the other party is."

Bai Wuming faced the sun and squinted his eyes slightly.

He knew that his eldest disciple was a loyal person. He used to think that time would slowly change her, allow her to change her mindset, and develop independent ideas. However, he did not expect that even when she was on the verge of disaster, she would still be stubborn to the end.

"The Duke of Zhenguo has long been dead."

He said suddenly.

"What?" Xie Xueji was slightly stunned.

"He died a long time ago... I didn't kill the Duke of Zhenguo, but his body. What I really want to kill is the thing that controls this wreckage."

Bai Wuming raised his hand and placed the Qingfeng sword across his knee.

The blood flowing on the sword spine in the center of the Qingfeng Sword was not washed away by the snow, but solidified on the weapon, turning into a bright red blood bead the size of a fingertip, which then solidified into the shape of a gem.

"Duke Zhenguo was blessed with great fortune from a young age. He should have become a powerful ruler who unified the country. His destiny meant he would be the ancestor of his ancestors and create a prosperous era. But in the end, he became the Duke Zhenguo of the Qin Dynasty, supporting this crumbling empire. He should have been a dragon slayer, but he became a lackey under the command of the evil dragon. How tragic and lamentable."

"Something bound him, somehow rewriting his fate. However, this approach could not save the country. It only allowed the Qin Dynasty to linger on, rather than revive. The Yellow Turban Rebellion alone recurred several times within the past ten years."

"This is not the will of heaven, but a man-made disaster—the wheel of history has stopped moving forward, and the times have stagnated."

"Rise and fall alternate, and long-standing unions must inevitably separate. This world has long been in turmoil. The world has been in turmoil for a hundred years, and it should have ended long ago."

"If the Duke of Zhenguo doesn't die and the dragon veins of the Great Qin Dynasty remain unbroken, we will continue to be trapped in this endless cycle of reincarnation."

"That's why I have to kill him. I have to kill him."

The swordsman in green robes snapped his fingers and struck the sword, and the sound of the sword singing was clear.

The sword light was reflected in the snow between the clouds, and it seemed as if some huge monster was rolling in pain and difficulty in the clouds.

“It is impossible to establish the new without destroying the old.”

"Only by destroying and then building can we create a new world!"

Xie Xueji listened to these words. She could understand the meaning of these words, but her reaction was quite dull. She did not feel that these words were outrageous, but she felt vaguely uneasy, because her master would not say these words to her in the past, but now it seemed as if he was explaining something, pouring out all his thoughts.

Bai Wuming continued, "Isn't it strange why the master would say these words to you?"

"...Yes." Xie Xueji didn't dare to look up.

"You are my first apprentice. You have been learning swordsmanship from me for ten years, right?"

"It's ten years, three months and seven days." She remembered it clearly.

"The road ahead will be difficult." Bai Wuming said slowly.

"With the death of the Duke of Zhenguo, the dragon vein of the Great Qin is broken, the destiny is scattered, and the empire is doomed to fall apart."

"As the culprit behind all this, I will certainly face the condemnation of the entire world."

"Of course, I don't care about that... but I'm afraid you'll have to live in hiding from now on."

"You are the eldest sister of the Sword Pavilion. If the master is gone one day, you will be the one to take charge of the Sword Pavilion. The other little ones will also rely on you."

Before he knew it, the young man was standing in front of Xie Xueji: "Do you understand?"

The eldest sister of Jiange raised her eyes in surprise. The heavy meaning in the words just now made her heart tremble.

"Please, please don't say such things... I can't bear it." Xie Xueji held the Tianque Sword, breathing rapidly, and said uncomfortably: "Without Master, what is the meaning of the Sword Pavilion's existence? How can I be qualified..."

"The Sword Pavilion itself is meaningless. What is meaningful is the people who inherit it. The Sword Pavilion can disappear, but you should still live on."

Bai Wuming spoke earnestly, and after finishing his words, he gently patted his disciple on the back: "Good girl, it's time for you to go."

"Master, I want to stay." Xie Xueji showed resistance for the first time.

She raised her eyes and looked at the young man who dug himself out of the pile of corpses with his own hands.

I live for him, so it's not a pity to die for him.

"No."

"Because what happens next...is the karmic retribution that belongs solely to me."

Bai Wuming refused outright. His healthy smile was like a red scarf about to step onto the podium, clearly saying "Let me have the experience all to myself."

"Then where should we go to wait for the master?" Xie Xueji asked without giving up.

Bai Wuming was at a loss for what to do when faced with his stubborn disciple. After a moment's thought, he replied, "I came from Dark Moon, and I will return to Dark Moon."

Xie Xueji wanted to ask something, but a finger tapped her forehead. The next moment, the wind blew. When the wind and snow subsided, she had arrived outside the palace wall.

"Master is a land immortal."

"Even if the opponent is the whole world."

"Master..." "He will win."

Maybe it's self-confidence, maybe it's self-suggestion.

Xie Xueji took a deep look at the tightly closed towering palace gate, and walked towards the meeting place arranged in advance, where three junior sisters were waiting for her.

……

On the rooftop.

Bai Wuming sat cross-legged with his sword across his knees.

In the Qingfeng Sword, the dragon vein of the Great Qin that once roamed across the nine provinces is breaking apart bit by bit.

The dragon vein is the manifestation of a country's destiny. Its majestic destiny encompasses the weight of the eight buckets of the world, and now it is all sealed in this sword.

Even though it was once just ordinary iron, it can now be revered as the Sword of the Human Emperor.

Although this kind of sealing was destined not to last long, even if he used all the cultivation of a land immortal to forcibly seal it.

Fortunately, Bai Wuming only needs a little time and does not ask for any illusory eternal life.

The unwilling roar of the Great Qin Dragon Vein, as loud as thunder, could still be heard from within the Qingfeng Sword.

The sword placed on his knees felt so heavy as if he was holding up a whole Mount Tai.

Bai Wuming's expression was unprecedentedly calm and even relaxed, as if he had put down some kind of burden, like an athlete who had already seen the finish line, secretly holding back his last breath, his relaxed body already filled with strength, ready for the final sprint.

"I will bear this eternal infamy."

"I accept the criticism from thousands of people."

"Now that we've come this far..."

"Let me show you how truly invincible I am."

"It's worth it to cultivate in this life!"

The sword energy surges into the clouds.

Invite the world to fight together.

……

Dark clouds over the city.

Above the clouds, beneath the city walls...true practitioners, powerful men, and masters from all over the world gathered together.

It's getting late.

Bai Wuming sat alone at the end of a long staircase, with dim lights in front of him and a dazzling glow above him.

In the glow of the fiery clouds, countless shadowy figures are hidden among them, casting scrutinizing gazes.

He waited calmly.

After waiting for a long time, no one came forward.

No matter in heaven or on earth, no one among thousands of people is willing to be the first to speak out.

Until a sound came from the deepest part of the sunset...

"Woof woof woof——!"

Follow the sound and look.

A flash of white light rushed towards the earth, and when it landed, it raised a cloud of snow dust several feet high, which was as misty as a cloud.

A huge head popped out from the white mist, with golden pupils and white fur, and a golden divine pattern of light-supporting between the eyebrows. The pure white divine dog rubbed its front paws against the ground. It was as strong as a prairie lion, grinning and growling threateningly at the green-shirted swordsman.

Bai Wuming said calmly: "What are you barking about?"

The white-haired divine dog was stunned for a second, its eyes widened, its teeth bared and its tongue curled up, and the next moment it was about to pounce.

However, its forward movement soon froze. A hand stretched out from the snow dust and mist and pinched the back of the white-haired dog's neck. The seemingly slender palm seemed to be made of steel, and it easily lifted up the ferocious sun-swallowing beast.

"Stupid dog, who allowed you to be so presumptuous... why don't you retreat!"

The clouds cleared.

A cold voice echoed.

"I remember everything."

"The one before you is no ordinary lunatic."

"He is the master of the Nameless Sword Pavilion."

"It is the best sword armor in Kyushu in the past thousand years."

"He is a land immortal who has achieved great things before he reached the age of thirty, and whose heart is established in heaven and earth."

"There are thousands of people here, and no one except me is worthy of a one-on-one fight."

These words seem to be spoken to this disobedient dog, but in fact they are spoken to the people above, below and behind.

The fingers loosened, and the white-haired divine dog shrank its neck and hid at the back. It swept its tail, and the gusts of air it created blew away the clouds and mist, and also blew up the purple sleeves and three thousand black hair of the owner.

The people of Daqin prefer the color black and the element of water among the five elements, and they consider themselves to be the representatives of the virtue of water.

Therefore, black became the official color of the Qin Dynasty. Soldiers and officials all wore black clothes, which symbolized solemnity and authority.

Even among the common people, black is the main color and black clothes can be seen everywhere.

Other colors are not very common, especially bright red and purple.

This also proves the specialness of the visitor.

Ordinary people cannot withstand such bright colors.

But the color of this dress looks graceful and appropriate on her.

Not only because of how beautiful she is, but also because of how strong she is.

When reaching the realm of terrestrial immortals, gender itself is no longer important, power and authority are the foundation.

The higher you go, the fewer people you meet, and even if you are not familiar with each other, you will know each other.

Across the long steps covered with white snow.

Bai Wuming sat with his sword across his knees.

She stood in the snow with an umbrella.

"With so many people up there, I thought it would be someone else, but it turned out to be you, Juan Zhihuan." The green-robed swordsman sighed, "It seems Bai's presence isn't big enough."

Hearing these words that sounded like a joke and self-mockery, Juan Zhihuan's consciousness swept across the empty and silent Qin Palace.

Bai Wuming interrupted: "Don't look for it anymore... I am enough for you."

Juan Zhihuan's eyes revealed a complex emotion: "Are you ready to die? Are you still stubborn when you're about to die?"

She actually had a lot to say.

As someone who witnessed Bai Wuming's rise with his own eyes, Juanzhi also knew that he had experienced life and death hardships several times... Thinking back, he was in great trouble and was targeted by the Spring and Autumn Demon. At that time, he was not even at the level of a celestial being, but just an ant. He still dared to fight with all his might and risk his life. How come now that he has become a land immortal, he has embarked on the path of seeking death?
If you die here, what's the point of all my years of seclusion and hard training?
Juan Zhihuan, who had been in seclusion for three years, suddenly felt a strong sense of resentment in his heart.

She was born into a family of nobles, superior to everyone else. She also possessed the best talent in cultivation in the world, the innate sun and moon divine pupils, and was willing to risk her life to gain opportunities and achieve great things.

In the entire martial arts world, no one among his peers can compete with him. Only Bai Wuming, who has also experienced countless life-and-death battles, makes her look up to him.

Three years ago, she was already a terrestrial immortal. At that time, her realm was not yet stable, so she was not in a hurry to find him to fight.

He thought that he was not even thirty years old, but his realm had advanced by leaps and bounds, and he had already established himself at the top of the Nine Provinces early on.

The future direction of the martial arts world and even the Nine Provinces over the next hundred or thousand years is nothing more than a matter between her and him.

Three years later, she made further progress, but when she came out, she faced an eternal sinner who swallowed the dragon vein with his sword.

Juanzhi was still looking at the murky clouds, holding a purple umbrella in his hand and slightly closing it.

"Bai Wuming, I didn't want to fight you again so soon."

She sighed softly, "How about this? Later, if you lose, just tie your hands and follow me back. I'll put you under the foot of Mount Tai, and you'll be spared the death penalty."

Bai Wuming raised his eyebrows, said nothing, and waited for her next words.

Juanzhi continued, "If I lose, you will definitely not be able to walk out of here safely."

"The six paths and seven sects are all here. From heaven to hell, there's nowhere else for you to go, Bai Wuming."

"If you regret it, why don't you kneel down now, admit your mistake, and hand over the sword, and this matter will be over. How about that?"

The light words were powerful.

Juan Zhihuan's words sounded like sarcasm, but she was serious and had set a precedent.

The immortals and Buddhas in the mountains and clouds seemed to be sneering.

Bai Wuming couldn't help laughing out loud either.

"Over the years, apart from those demonic Buddhas who look like human beings, you are the one with the best sense of humor. You know how to make people laugh and talk nonsense in a serious manner."

He smiled, rubbed his stiff facial muscles with his fingers, and slowly regained his calm expression.

"Duke Zhenguo Ying Lie is dead."

"The dragon vein of the Great Qin lies on this sword."

"Aren't the six paths and seven sects of Jiuzhou all coming here for this?"

"Whoever can pick up the largest share of spoils from my corpse will receive the ticket to the next era."

Juan Zhihuan closed the red umbrella in his hand, and in an instant it turned into a spear that looked like a wolf-hair brush, with a red dot on the tip, just like a red tassel.

"Are you really determined to risk the wrath of the world?"

...If you insist on having your own way, there will be no place for you, Bai Wuming, in this vast world!

...Why would a dignified land immortal come to this?
...All this cultivation and this great realm will vanish into thin air. Are they so insignificant in your eyes?

In the silence, Bai Wuming suddenly snapped his fingers and flicked the Qingfeng Sword. The dragon roar and the sword roar rang out together, and the astonishing and terrifying sword intent rushed straight into the sky, dispelling the complicated and disturbing whispers.

Don't be afraid of the clouds blocking your view.

"Know me and blame me."

"It is only the Spring and Autumn Annals."

He stood up, and the white snow all over the city stopped falling, but miraculously floated in the air. Hexagonal crystals flew and condensed, and millions of white snowflakes were like swords with their sharp edges revealed after the dust was wiped off.

When one reaches the realm of a terrestrial immortal, one establishes one's mind for heaven and earth, and every word, thought, and action of one's own is filled with divine power.

"Bai Wuming..."

"Please, Daqin, go to die!"

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