The plot of "Quick Transmigration: The Charismatic One Always Collapses" is incomplete.

The renowned Qingheng Immortal Venerable went mad, three years after Wen Yubai left.

He compiled his life's experience in swordsmanship into a book and submitted it to the sect.

After that, he went to Mount Luohun and sat in front of the Soul-Suppressing Stele day after day.

He neither spoke, ate, nor slept.

His eyes stared blankly into a certain place, as if waiting for someone to appear.

The sect leader was helpless. He wanted to take Xie Linchen back, but as soon as he touched him, Xie Linchen would strongly resist and cower in front of the monument.

The sect leader felt as if his heart was being torn apart, his eyes filled with exhaustion and regret.

Fine, let him stay there.

He set up a protective barrier and sent people to guard the area, fearing that his junior brother might do something foolish.

But what was bound to happen, happened anyway.

The following month, upon hearing the news, he arrived and found Xie Linchen lying in a pool of blood.

A sword was stuck in his chest; it was Yu Bai's Duan Chen sword.

There was a very faint smile on his lips, as if he were just asleep.

A letter was left beside him, which read:

Senior brother, I can't go on living.

I want to go and be with Yu Bai.

Don't worry about it.

—Lin Chen's Last Words

The handwriting was crooked and distorted, as if the last bit of strength had been used up.

The sect leader took him back to the Xuantian Sect and buried him on Qingheng Peak.

His troublesome junior brother will never cause him any more trouble again.

-

Everyone in the Demon Sect knows that their Lord has become obsessed with embroidery.

From initially having crooked stitches to now possessing unparalleled skill, her technique rivals that of the most outstanding embroidery masters.

Ye Lanxuan made many wedding dresses, but was not satisfied with any of them until he got this one.

As the last stitch fell, the bright red wedding dress was laid out on the glass table, its phoenix pattern lifelike.

The tiny, shimmering lights under the candlelight seemed almost alive, as if a creature were about to take flight.

He stroked his wedding dress and murmured to himself.

"Look, I've finally made the perfect wedding dress."

But you're gone.

He imagined Wen Yubai wearing it, perhaps frowning and saying "too flashy," or perhaps turning her face away and ignoring him.

In any case, it will make Ye Lanxuan happy for quite a few days.

His eyes hurt, but he didn't want the tears to fall and stain his clothes.

For thirty years, he searched through ancient books, traversed secret realms, and tried thousands of formations and countless secret techniques, all in an attempt to reopen the passage between the three realms, but all his efforts failed.

Xie Linchen believed Wen Yubai was dead, but he didn't believe it.

He wanted to see the person alive or dead.

If you can't find it, keep looking.

-

Ye San was the Demon Lord's most loyal and trusted bodyguard, yet on that day he severed the golden chain and let Wen Yubai leave.

The Demon Lord didn't kill him, he just destroyed his dantian.

He remained silent, kneeling outside the hall for three days and three nights.

It was his fault that Young Master Wen was injured.

He deserves it; he's not in pain.

Until he heard that Wen Yubai had jumped into the spatial rift and had no chance of survival.

Ye Sancai felt as if countless needles were piercing his heart, and the pain made him curl up in a corner.

He thought, how much pain must Young Master Wen be in?

That night, Ye San, dragging his broken body, found the most beautiful plum tree.

He used his sword to cut open his heart, wanting to see what was wrong that was causing him to be in so much pain that he couldn't breathe.

When his blood ran dry, he seemed to return to that time, when the young man leaned against the window gazing at the plum blossoms, smiling at him.

The white plum blossoms bloom every year, their petals falling softly onto Ye San, weaving a tender dream.

In my dream, that person reached out and took the white plum blossom he had broken off.

-

Chu Mingyuan abandoned the sword and turned to the cultivation of weaponry.

He is now a grandmaster of weapon crafting.

The furnace burned day and night, and he forged away all day long, his hands covered with calluses and scars.

He was once stunned by the shockwave from an exploding furnace while testing a spatial artifact, and remained unconscious for three days.

The first thing I did upon waking was to climb back to the furnace and continue hammering.

Chu Mingyuan traveled throughout the ancient ruins, all in an attempt to glimpse a trace of the laws of time and space.

He tried thousands of times, but he could not replicate the second Heavenly Key.

Some of the broken artifacts were blasted into dust, while others disintegrated on their own as soon as they took shape.

But he never stopped.

The key to heaven has been lost and can no longer be replicated.

He thought that if he couldn't open a passage, then he would create a magical artifact that could break through space.

Or, forge a magical artifact that can travel through time, and return to the day of Fallen Soul Mountain... no, no, no, return to the time when I first met Senior Brother Wen.

He will definitely thank Lin Chen as his master when the time comes.

I must not make my senior brother angry.

The firelight from the furnace reflected in his eyes, flickering on and off.

Really.

I really want to see my senior brother one more time.

-

Xuantian Sect remains the number one sect, with its majestic mountain gate and surging sea of ​​clouds.

The absence of the chief's sword strikes added to the silence.

Ten years later, a new chief disciple was finally welcomed.

He won first place in the kendo exchange tournament; the young man was dressed in white, exuding an air of pride.

The sect leader sat on the high platform, gazing at that tall and handsome figure, lost in thought.

That night, the elders tacitly prepared wine and gathered in the sect leader's courtyard.

"With successors, the sect has hope."

Everyone echoed their sentiments, but before the wine even touched their throats, sorrow had already welled up in their hearts.

Laughter was scarce, and silence grew longer.

After several rounds of drinks, Elder Jin suddenly put down his wine cup and spoke first: "Why did Yu Bai jump in?"

In short, it was like fire falling on frost.

Elder Danfeng turned his face away, tears streaming down his face.

"If we had arrived earlier back then, would things have turned out differently...?"

The sect leader drank his wine silently, without uttering a word.

Until everyone left and the night was deep and quiet.

He remained alone in the courtyard and placed three cups on the stone table.

One, filled to the brim, for myself.

One, halfway up, for my junior brother.

One of them brewed warm tea; the child had never liked drinking alcohol.

The wind passed silently. He tilted his head back and drank the wine in his cup to the last drop. The fiery taste went down his throat and left a bitter aftertaste.

Let me drink a glass of wine and remember two old friends.

Over the years, some have fallen into slumber, some have become obsessed, and some have gone mad.

Some people, clinging to memories, fall drunk on the stone steps.