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Nomiyama looked at her resolute expression and remained silent.

The atmosphere suddenly fell silent.

Until the person who had been silent the whole time spoke up.

She either didn't express her opinion, or she's only expressing it now.

She said, "Eri-ri."

A beam of light appeared in the arena in an instant, and a blonde girl stood behind Kitahara Yuko, swords in both hands.

She blocked his retreat, grinning, "Want to fight?"

Yukino Yukinoshita reached out, grasped the fishing rod in her hand, and walked to his side: "No need, just stop this senior."

Kitahara Yuuko's breathing became slightly erratic. She looked at the person who had inexplicably stood on his side and gritted her teeth: "Yukino Yukinoshita! Do you know what you're doing!"

Yukino Yukinoshita nodded and gave a brief reply: "Yes."

Nomiyama looked at the two people who were still holding his hands.

......

"It should have started."

Mai Sakurajima looked at the spot on the sofa where someone had suddenly disappeared and felt a little emotional.

After a while, not receiving a response, she turned her head to look at the person holding a wooden peace plaque: "Hui doesn't seem worried."

Kato Megumi thought for a moment and replied, "This time is different from Yukinoshita. Yukinoshita's incident broke out too suddenly, leaving no room for Kazehaya. This time, Kazehaya has been given too much time, so there won't be any problems."

Sakurajima Mai was slightly surprised: "So you're so at ease?"

Kato Megumi put away the wooden plaque and said softly, "Judging from the fragmented information, that person is different from Yukinoshita. Yukinoshita needs to gradually shed her worldly ways and change while she is alive. But that person had already transcended the shackles of the mortal world when she met Kazehaya. Her mind was filled with nothing but Kazehaya. So as long as Kazehaya goes to see her, he will definitely be able to bring her back. She can't handle Kazehaya."

"Kazehaya is actually a cunning person. If given time, he will silently plan things out. When he thinks he can solve a problem, he definitely can. The worst-case scenario is that he changes his personality, but that's not a big deal. As long as he can come back, it's not a big deal."

Mai Sakurajima leaned back on the sofa and sighed, "No wonder he can never resist you. You're too much of a glutton."

Hui is right. As long as he can come back, nothing else matters. Nothing is more important than life and death.

Kato Megumi shook her head slightly: "It's not that Kazehaya can't resist me, it's that he likes to obey me."

Beside her, Kasumigaoka Utaha typed on her keyboard, her eyes slightly shifting.

According to them, it means that they can then break into the house, right?

......

Yukino looked at him coldly, without saying a word.

Nomiyama met her gaze and said, "I'll grant you whatever you want."

Yukino's cold expression melted instantly. She whistled, let go of his hand, took a few steps, and stood beside him: "You said it yourself, don't go back on your word later."

Nomiyama nodded: "I promise you everything."

He looked at Gong Yu, who was still holding onto him, and reached out to stroke her cheek: "Let me go."

Yukino Yukinoshita closed her eyes, not wanting to see this scene.

Yukinoshita Miyabi's eyes were red, and she gripped her hands even tighter: "No."

Nomiyama gently stroked her face, his emotions gradually changing.

Happiness, contentment, sadness, excitement, reminiscence, regret, anticipation.

Those emotions were mixed in his eyes, but eventually calmed down and turned into a smile of satisfaction.

"You should know, Gong Yu, this feeling of finally getting what you've been waiting for."

He stepped forward and gently embraced her, his voice trembling with satisfaction.

"Let me go, you always listen to me, don't you?"

Yukinoshita Miyabi tilted her head on his shoulder, tears silently streaming from her eyes.

Yes, she should know this most, because she has also been waiting for many years.

Her eyes gradually closed, and she forced a smile: "Kazehaya, take care on your journey."

"Ah."

Nomiyama released his grip and stepped back.

Kitahara Yuko gripped her knife tightly; in just a short time, she was the only one in the room opposing them.

She took a deep breath and looked at the only person who might be able to hold her back for a moment: "Why don't you understand? After he regained his memories, he was no longer human, but a ruthless and indifferent god."

Yukino Yukinoshita opened her eyes, her voice calm yet powerful: "I will drag him back to the human world."

Kitahara Yuko understood that she had made her choice. She reached out and began to channel her energy into the knife.

"You really think you can stop me? In terms of talent, I am indeed inferior to you, but when it comes to killing power, you are far behind me now."

"I only need to stop you for a second."

Yukino Yukinoshita simply stated the facts, stopping him for a moment, then Eriri stopped him for a moment, and after that, he would regain those powers, and everything would be settled.

Kitahara Yuko fell silent. She suddenly felt a familiar sense of powerlessness, because this feeling had occurred to her several times before.

She reached out, dropped the knife, and looked at the man.

"I don't understand, I've never understood."

Nomiyama watched her quietly.

Kitahara Yuko met his gaze, her eyes filled with complex emotions: "I don't understand why my sister gave up immortality and destiny. She could have rewritten it as long as she lived, but she chose to die. I also don't understand why you gave up your current life. Your sister is already dead, and you still have enough happiness. You just need to let go, but you insist on walking through the river of time."

"How can time be truly safe? Even if you did travel back in time, how could the world tolerate two versions of you in one moment?"

Looking at her youthful face, Nomiyama thought of many years ago, probably a thousand years ago.

In fact, when it comes to pride, this person is no less proud than her sister, which is why she set off to leave Chiba one day, carrying a knife and preparing to follow in her sister's footsteps.

He thought of the past a thousand years ago, and inevitably thought of the present a thousand years later, so he said, "We are the same, Yuko. Didn't you also wait for a thousand years, only to choose to reincarnate after just one glance at me?"

He stepped back and smiled at the person with the blank look in their eyes: "Yuko, believe me, I will bring her back."

He stepped back and turned to look at the mountain that belonged to him.

"Actually, it doesn't necessarily have to be that complicated."

Then another voice appeared, a voice that surprised everyone.

With black hair and red eyes, Huang Quan stood steadily on the Sanzu River dressed in a black samurai outfit. She walked step by step to the shore and then up the slope: "If we're talking about the aura that represents the rules, then I am one too."

She stretched out her hand, and a mist gathered in her palm, gradually transforming into a fruit resembling a peach: "A seven-thousand-year-old Dao Fruit, although it certainly can't compare to the one you have in the mountains, should be enough as a consumable?"

Nomiyama frowned: "This matter has nothing to do with you, and besides, you are an immortal, so rebuilding your cultivation is much more troublesome than for humans. There's no need for that."

Huang Quan pouted: "I'd like to."

She continued, "Last time I helped you and Mai Sakurajima go to heaven, you promised me a request: I wanted you to bring back the boss."

She reached out and handed over the Dao Fruit, her tone serious: "If you fail, then die."

Nomiyama quieted down, and finally he reached out and grasped the peach.

"Fine, if I fail, I'll die."

Yukinoshita Haruno reached out and pinched his waist, muttering softly, "You're so stupid. If you can't do it, you can't do it. Don't worry about dying. Senpai doesn't mind."

Huang Quan kicked him, saying, "I taught you so many spells! And this is how you treat me!"

Yukinoshita Hino dodged, full of confidence: "Senpai, you're still so arrogant even though you're out of breath?"

In the blink of an eye, Huang Quan placed a fist against her stomach: "What did you say?"

Yukino lowered her head, her eyes twitched, she was no longer breathing, but she still had a body.

Nomiyama said nothing more, but after exchanging a glance with Yukinoshita, he opened his mouth, ate the peach in a few bites, and then sat down cross-legged.

Yukinoshita Miyami stood beside him, watching silently.

The situation changed again. Eriri Sawamura realized that the little girl was no longer a threat, so she quietly walked over to Yukino, tugged at her skirt, and whispered, "Something's wrong with him."

Not right.

Yukino Yukinoshita knew something was wrong with him. After all, judging from his attitude just now, he should have regained his memories of Yuko. It's normal for some changes to occur in memories from a thousand years ago, but it's not too bad.

So she reached out and took Eriri's hand, rubbing it gently to comfort her: "It's okay."

Kitahara Yuko remained standing in the air. She reached out, gripped the sword in her hand again, and looked up at the white jade palace in the sky.

Nomiyama had indeed been thinking about this ever since the last time they communicated through bamboo tubes. He had made the worst-case scenario plan: to go back up the mountain, retrieve those things to save her, and then entrust everything to his girlfriends, letting them pull him back to the human world.

As for now, the advantage is that he doesn't even need to go back to the mountains, but the disadvantage is that seven thousand years probably won't be enough for him to last long.

Opening his eyes, Nomiyama stood up, holding the bamboo tube, and then looked at his own body that remained in place.

He stretched out his hand, and at his fingertips was a thick, white misty line connecting him to his body: "This is my escape route. When I come back, I will follow this line back. As long as this white line is still there, I can come back."

Looking at his somewhat transparent form, Yukinoshita Miyami asked the crucial question: "What if this thread breaks?"

"Then he is already dead."

Kitahara Yuko saw through his plan.

"Ah."

Nomiyama admitted it, and then he walked down the slope: "Don't worry, I know what I'm doing."

He didn't say anything more, but just kept stretching the white line until he reached the Sanzu River.

"Wild mountain mushroom".

Someone called out to him before he jumped.

"Ah."

“At least offer a miracle so that it may comfort you, just as my duchy comforted me.” Yukino Yukinoshita smiled.

Nomiyama was quiet for a moment, then turned back to look at her and smiled: "Actually, I still prefer another passage by Shakespeare, the one I translated."

"thump!"

Yukino Yukinoshita watched him jump into the river, then quietly sat down and pulled him into her arms.

The physical body is too heavy to cross the river of time, so his statement about sending some thoughts over is both right and wrong.

The soul is something that cannot be summarized by mere thought.

Holding his body, Yukino Yukinoshita recalled the translation and softly read it to him.

"The world is out of touch. Ah, what a cursed cause and effect this is, and I was born to correct it."

......

Xue Xia Xue Wan doesn't really understand the tribe's thoughts.

They said she and Yuko had very high talent for cultivation, were born immortals, and could easily become immortals if they wanted to.

Why not teach her and Yuko how to cultivate, instead of refining the sisters into pills?

If the sisters all become powerful immortals, it will become very easy for the clansmen to achieve immortality.

Unable to reason with his tribesmen, Yukishima Yukiyomi had no choice but to carry Yuko on her back, pick up her sword, and slaughter all the stupid tribesmen who were obsessed with alchemy.

Killing someone is actually a simple matter, as is killing a cultivator.

Even the strongest person will die if stabbed in a vital spot.

The fatality rate of the heart has nothing to do with how strong a person is. If you stab someone with a knife and pull it out, most people will die. If that's not enough, you can stab them again.

The same applies to cultivators. Most cultivators die after their heads are cut off. If they don't die, it's simple: wait for their heads to be reattached, then cut them off again.

Of course, there are other, more convenient ways to kill cultivators, such as severing their qi with a single strike, which would prevent them from even reconnecting their heads. The reason why Yukino Yukinoshita liked to wait until they reconnected their heads before cutting them off was mainly because she found it interesting.

She always felt that her life was meaningless, so she had to find other interesting things to do.

Those dragons in the sea are boring; apart from their decent meat, everything else is terrible.

The evil spirits outside the underground canyon that don't queue up are also boring. They're called evil spirits, but after killing them all, the rest just call you "sister." It's not as fun as the Underworld, at least there's dice rolling there.

The immortals in heaven are bored; they don't even dare to go to the mortal world. They were terrified by someone who lived in the mountains. Even their leader, Bai Yujing, only knows how to stay in the sky and grow fruit all day long.

Those bald guys on the west side are even less interesting; they're only useful as punching bags because they're tough enough to take a beating.