After Transmigrating Into a Male Idol Talent Show

Chapter 123

Mu Yun stood quietly there.

The long sword in his hand was stained with blood, and amidst the perpetual snow on the peak of Wuyashan, red plum blossoms fell.

His expression remained indifferent, with numerous cultivators slain by his sword in front of him, while cultivators riding flying swords laid down a net to trap him, leaving him with seemingly no escape.

Mu Yun had no intention of escaping; behind him was the little girl he had rescued.

His meridians were almost severed, not because of formidable enemies, but because the cultivation technique he practiced was a tampered remnant, with each sword strike stripping away his own life.

The tip of the sword slowly rose, countless times pointing towards the assailants before him.

His indifference reached a terrifying level, yet someone tightly grabbed his sleeve. Mu Yun lowered his head to see the little girl he had saved clutching his sleeve tightly.

He spoke gently, "Let go."

Shu Wanqing remained silent, gripping his clothes even tighter.

After a moment, Mu Yun said lightly, "If you keep crying like this, how long do you think you'll live when I'm not by your side?"

Shu Wanqing gritted her teeth, tears falling fiercely, "Why aren't you by my side? I'm not afraid to die."

He lowered his eyes and raised his other hand to gently wipe away Shu Wanqing's tears, his movements carrying a hint of tenderness.

But his expression remained indifferent, "Your life belongs to me. I want you to live, so you live."

Mu Yun raised his sword again, the blade slicing through the sky with unparalleled power. Mountains were split, seas were filled, as if thunderbolts were crashing down.

The formation was broken, and the cultivators before them showed signs of relief.

They could feel Mu Yun's sword momentum weakening.

One strike, two strikes, three strikes.

Mu Yun's face was now as pale as paper, his lips white, a hint of blood seeping through.

They thought that once Mu Yun reached his limit, they would land a fatal blow, but Mu Yun's willpower seemed to endure indefinitely, lasting until the moment they retreated.

The cultivators who still harbored hopes of killing Mu Yun themselves, upon witnessing Mu Yun refusing to fall like a monster, eventually became afraid.

After Mu Yun raised his sword once again, they dispersed and fled in panic.

Snow began to fall from the sky.

Mu Yun threw away his sword, his clear and elegant brows calm and gentle.

The snowflakes fell.

He raised his hand, the bloodstains on his fingertips melting into mist with the snow, his life like this disappearing snowflake, about to dissipate.

Shu Wanqing felt his life slipping away.

Mu Yun looked down at Shu Wanqing, smiling lightly as if it were the first time he had seen her.

His previously clean white robes were now stained with blood, his expression as indifferent as when they first met, asking her, "I saved you, what do you plan to give in return?"

Shu Wanqing knew that it was time for her to repay.

Without her, Mu Yun could have lived much longer. But he chose to burn his life like a moth to a flame, then forever embed himself in her heart, becoming an indelible thorn. A dull pain, continuous and enduring, as long as she lived, she would be bound by him.