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Chapter 119 Leaving

Lu Xiuyuan bent over nervously, carefully searching for scattered treasures on the messy ground. Every time his palm touched, he seemed to be able to feel the cold or warm metal texture and the flowing jade breath, which seemed to evoke his deep dream of getting rich. His eyes were shining with excitement and expectation, like stars twinkling in the night sky, which was the desire for wealth and the expectation of good luck.

As he was picking up the items, he kept muttering, "I'm rich, I'm really rich now." His tone was filled with joy and pride, as if he had seen the mountains of gold, silver and jewelry and felt the infinite glory they brought him. He seemed to have forgotten the battles and bloodshed around him, and was only immersed in this sudden wealth.

However, Wen Lingyue next to him was dismissive. She looked at Lu Xiuyuan's delighted face and found it a little ridiculous. She frowned slightly and sneered, "These are all filthy things, not worthy of the eyes of us cultivators." Her voice was cold and arrogant, as if it was out of tune with this world.

Hearing this, Lu Xiuyuan stopped what he was doing and looked up at Wen Lingyue. The smile on his face gradually froze, replaced by a trace of puzzlement and confusion. He didn't understand why Wen Lingyue was so dismissive of these treasures. In his opinion, these treasures were all helpers on their road to immortality and the key to improving their strength.

He tried to pass a treasure in his hand to Wen Lingyue, hoping to impress her. However, Wen Lingyue just took a cold look and refused without hesitation: "I don't want it, these things dirty my hands and my eyes." Her tone was full of disgust and disdain, as if those treasures were filthy things.

Lu Xiuyuan looked at Wen Lingyue's cold eyes, and a sense of frustration surged in his heart. He didn't understand why his desire for wealth was so unbearable in Wen Lingyue's eyes. He took a deep breath, trying to calm his emotions, and then took out two white jade jars and placed them in front of Wen Lingyue.

The two white jade jars were identical in appearance, flawless white, and exuded a fresh and elegant atmosphere. One of them was his own, filled with elixirs that he had cultivated with great effort; the other was something he had looted from another cultivator's storage bag, and it was also filled with elixirs.

He pointed at the two white jade jars and asked Wen Lingyue: "Then tell me, which of these two white jade jars is noble and which one is inferior?" There was a hint of provocation and expectation in his tone. He hoped that Wen Lingyue could give him an answer that would satisfy him.

However, Wen Lingyue just looked at the two white jade jars silently without saying anything. Her eyes revealed a complex emotion, including confusion about Lu Xiuyuan's behavior and persistence in her own ideals of cultivating immortals.

Seeing Wen Lingyue didn't speak, Lu Xiuyuan was silent for a moment, then said lightly: "The pills themselves are not high or low, the key lies in the people who use them. You use them to pursue wealth and power, while I use them to practice and improve myself. Therefore, in your eyes, these pills may just be a symbol of wealth; but in my eyes, they are just tools for practice."

The atmosphere between the two gradually became solemn, and an insurmountable gap had grown unconsciously in their originally tacit relationship. This gap was just a faint shadow at first, but as time went on, it was like an invisible gap, gradually spreading in the hearts of the two, getting bigger and bigger, as if to completely separate them into two worlds.

Lu Xiuyuan looked at Wen Lingyue's frowning brows and gradually cold eyes, and an indescribable anxiety surged in his heart. He tried to comfort her, hoping to resolve this inexplicable estrangement. He gently patted Wen Lingyue's shoulder and said gently: "It's okay, everything is over."

However, Wen Lingyue did not calm down because of his comfort. She raised her head, her eyes full of disappointment and anger: "You killed so many people, and you said that everything would be over. I was actually helping you to kill my master. I was also an executioner." Her voice was trembling, and every word seemed to be squeezed out from the bottom of her heart, full of pain and self-blame.

Lu Xiuyuan's heart sank when he heard Wen Lingyue's words. He knew that he could not deny those facts, but he also understood that some things were not as simple as they seemed. He took a deep breath and tried to make his tone calmer: "No, we are protecting ourselves. We have no choice. They are the sinners. Should we confess to the sinners?"

Wen Lingyue was not convinced by Lu Xiuyuan's words. She shook her head, her tone full of helplessness and sadness: "Lu Xiuyuan, you have changed. You have become so cold and cruel. I used to think you were a kind and righteous person, but now I realize that you are just a person who will do anything for your own benefit."

Lu Xiuyuan felt a pang of pain in his heart when he heard Wen Lingyue's words. He knew that he might have really changed, and was no longer as innocent and kind as before. But he also understood that the world was not so beautiful, and sometimes in order to survive and protect oneself, one must make some difficult choices. He tried to explain to Wen Lingyue: "The world is not as simple as you think. We must learn to protect ourselves in order to survive in this cruel world."

However, Wen Lingyue did not want to listen to his explanation. She believed that no matter what the situation, one should not lose one's original heart and kindness. She believed that Lu Xiuyuan had lost these and had become cold and heartless. She stood up and said coldly: "Lu Xiuyuan, we are no longer fellow travelers. I can no longer walk with you."

After saying that, Wen Lingyue resolutely turned around and walked away with firm but heavy steps. Her flowing skirt fluttered in the wind like a dancing butterfly, but at this moment she looked extremely lonely and desolate.

Seeing this scene, Lu Xiuyuan seemed to be frozen in place, standing there motionless. He stared with eyes wide open, his gaze fixed on Wen Lingyue's receding figure, his eyes revealing endless sorrow and pain. Looking at the once familiar but now strange figure gradually disappearing into the distant sky, Lu Xiuyuan felt as if a sharp knife had cut through his heart, and it hurt so much that he could hardly breathe.

At this moment, Lu Xiuyuan knew that the deep and shallow rift between him and Wen Lingyue was like a natural chasm that could not be crossed, and the love between the two of them might have already vanished and disappeared. Thinking of this, an indescribable sadness surged in his heart, making him sad.

On the other side, Wen Lingyue was silently planning her next schedule. She knew very well that they would never see each other again after this separation, but fortunately there were still surviving disciples waiting to pick her up in her Mingyue Palace. So, she decided to embark on a journey alone to find her fellow disciples and brothers and sisters, and meet with them to discuss important matters.

When she found out that Lu Xiuyuan didn't follow her, Wen Lingyue's heart finally settled down a little. However, beneath this seemingly calm surface, there were actually countless complex and unspeakable emotions.