Chapter Thirty-Seven: Passing Away

  After burying Fei Bin's body, Ling Jing leaned against the tree trunk next to him and took a short rest. At this time, the system finally prompted that Mr. Mo Da's branch task had been completed.

  He had a strange thought, could it be that this final task of burying the corpse was also part of the mission? Thinking of this, he couldn't help but smile wryly. Just then, the system said: "Side quest 'Mr. Mo's Request' completed, completion rate: 100%".

  "The host will receive the following rewards: Talent points +1, Body technique +5, Root bone +5, Internal force +15, Mr. Mo's favorability towards the host increases"

  Ling Jing smiled to herself, she didn't know what the good feeling was, but she knew that Mr. Mo seemed to have a pretty good impression of her, so she didn't continue to pursue the reward for this good feeling.

  Next, as usual, a few talent points were added to the inner strength of the first layer of the talent tree. Now, the progress of lighting up this icon has also become "4/5", and it will be fully lit with just one more point.

  At this time, he brought out his character attribute chart again. His four surrounding attributes had changed to "Bone Frame: 70, Body Method: 120, Internal Force: 269, Enlightenment 100". His internal force had made great progress, but the "Comprehensive Strength Assessment" was still fourth-grade, and there was still some distance from the third-grade threshold of internal force 320.

  However, he was already very pleased in his heart. In just a few days, after completing several tasks, his internal strength had almost doubled, and he had learned two superior swordsmanship techniques. His strength had increased by an unknown number of times compared to before.

  At this time, his physical fatigue had eased a bit, so he got up and walked towards Yilin and the others.

  A moment later, when Ling Jing came to the waterfall again, he saw Liu Zhengfeng and Qu Yang sitting opposite each other, with a hint of a satisfied smile still on their faces, but they had clearly been dead for some time.

  He let out a faint sigh in his heart, and for the time being, he didn't mention how Liu Zhengfeng and Qu Yang were as people. Just talking about these two men's pursuit and love of music was enough to make one feel infinite admiration.

  Although he couldn't understand the two men's irreconcilable feelings towards music, these two people could put aside their differences in moral integrity and become bosom friends because of music. Moreover, they were even willing to sacrifice their reputation, family, and life for it, making them extraordinary people of this generation.

  He slowly walked to the front of Liu Zhengfeng and Qu Yang's corpses, Yilin was on the side reciting sutras for the dead. At this time, she heard footsteps, turned her head and looked at him with a difficult expression. This girl had a kind heart, seeing Liu Zhengfeng and Qu Yang, this pair of good friends who were infatuated with music, die at the hands of the Songshan Sect, although she wasn't very familiar with these two people, but she couldn't help feeling sad in her heart.

  Ling Jingchong smiled slightly at her, when a small figure suddenly rushed into his arms and burst out crying.

  "Brother Ling, my grandfather doesn't want me anymore."

  Ling Jing sighed, gently patting the delicate body of Qu Fei Yan, who was sobbing uncontrollably in his arms. This child was still young, having lost both parents, and now her only remaining relative, Qu Yang, had also left her. It was truly unknown how she would go on living from now on.

  He comforted him, saying: "Alright, Fei Fei, you see that Qu Yang left with a smile on his face, obviously without any resentment in his heart. He and Liu Shu Shu got along because of their shared love of music, now they are gone, and there will be no worldly affairs to disturb them, they will definitely be more carefree than struggling in this world."

  Yi Lin also held the small hand of Qu Feiyan and comforted her in a soft voice. At this time, Linghu Chong walked up with a strategy and said: "Little sister doesn't have to be too sad, Liu Shifu and Qu Yang are both carefree people, now they are on their way together, I'm afraid there is no regret in their hearts, it's just that if little sister is still so sad and heartbroken, I'm afraid Qu Yang will not be at peace on the other side either."

  The sound of Nangong Qian's sobbing gradually weakened, and Ling Jing's gaze fell on Lianhuo Chong's right hand. On the cover of the book in his hand were written the words "Xiao Ao Jiang Hu Qu" (Pride of Jianghu Melody). His heart suddenly calmed down. Now that Lianhuo Chong had also obtained the score co-authored by Liu and Qu, this mainline task was only left with one last link. As long as he could keep Lianhuo Chong alive for three hours, this mainline would be considered complete.

  At this time, Qu Feiyan had already quietly left his arms, with red eyes and a slightly flushed face, saying: "Ling big brother, I'm really sorry, getting your clothes all wet."

  Ling Jing looked at the tear stain on his chest and smiled indifferently, patting Qu Fei Yan's little head and said softly: "It's okay, as long as you don't grieve too much, Brother Ling won't mind sacrificing a set of clothes."

  Qu Fangyan forced a smile, and Ling Jing let out a sigh in his heart, knowing that she was still grieving. He said, "Now that the two seniors have passed away, it would be disrespectful to leave their bodies here. Let's hurry up and give them a proper burial."

  Several people nearby nodded and joined forces to bury Liu Qu and his wife beside the waterfall.

  Before that, they had exhausted their last breath, but still spent their last strength to find this place, played a song "The Smiling, Proud Wanderer" and then passed away. It seemed that they also liked the surrounding environment very much, so Ling Jing and others did not look for another place, and let Liu Zhengfeng and Qu Yang rest in peace here.

  Several people bowed to the graves of Liu Zhengfeng and Qu Yang, just as Ling Jing suddenly noticed a flash of green light in the northwest corner. The sword path was crisscrossed, and at first glance, it seemed familiar, like a high-ranking master of their own school fighting against someone else. His heart skipped a beat, unsure who from Huashan School was still there. He then made eye contact with Lin Pingzhi, and said to Yilin and Qu Feiyan: "Yilin Shijie, Fenfen, you two wait here for a moment, I'll go over there with Big Brother to discuss something."

  Yi Lin and Qu Feiyan didn't have a deep understanding of the situation, so they simply nodded.

  At this time, Linghu Chong also discovered the sword light in that place and immediately walked towards it with Ling Jing.

  Ling Jing and Lian Huachong walked for a while, and they faintly heard the sound of swords clashing, as dense as linked pearls, fighting extremely fiercely. He thought to himself: "Which senior in our school is fighting with someone? It's been going on for so long, obviously the opponent is also an expert."

  The two of them cautiously took a few more steps forward, and soon heard the sound of clashing swords not far away. They immediately hid behind a large tree and looked out, seeing only a Confucian scholar holding a long sword standing upright in the moonlight - it was Yue Buqun. A short Taoist priest was rapidly circling around him, his long sword stabbing swiftly, every time he circled, more than ten swords were stabbed out - it was Yu Canghai, the leader of Qingcheng Sect.

  Ling Jing and Linghu Chong exchanged a glance, both seeing the excitement in each other's eyes. As top-notch masters like Yue Buqun and Yu Canghai had already made a name for themselves in the Jianghu world, ordinary people wouldn't dare to engage with them in combat. But now, they were able to witness two great masters competing against each other - an opportunity that was hard to come by.

  Ling Jing thought to himself that Yue Buqun's strength would not be weaker than Mo Da's, and Yu Canghai was definitely stronger than Fei Bin. The intensity of this battle might even surpass the previous fight between Mo Da and Fei Bin.

  At this moment, he fixed his eyes on Yue Buqun and Yu Canghai. He saw that Yue Buqun was elegant and calm, and whenever Yu Canghai's sword stabbed at him, he would simply block it with a casual swing of his arm. When Yu Canghai moved to his back, he didn't turn around, but instead swung his sword to protect his back.

  Yu Canghai's sword moves became increasingly swift, but Yue Buqun remained defensive and did not counterattack.

  His heart skipped a beat, the more he looked, the more shocked he became. He didn't expect that before getting the "Bixie Sword Spectrum", Yue Buqun was already so formidable. He knew that Yu Canghai wasn't an ordinary person, at least with second-rate strength, but at this moment, Yue Buqun could easily seal off all of Yu Canghai's sword moves, and his power might even be far beyond Yu Canghai's.

  He looked again, and saw that Yu Canghai was getting faster and faster, as if he had turned into a circle of green shadow, revolving around Yue Buqun. The sound of the two swords intersecting was too fast, already becoming a continuous hum, no longer a series of distinct clangs, but a prolonged, connected sound.

  Suddenly a loud clang was heard, and Yu Canghai flew back several feet like an arrow, then stood still, unaware of when he had sheathed his long sword.

  Ling Jing and Lin Hu Duan were shocked, and when they looked at Yue Buqun again, they saw that his long sword had also been sheathed, standing silently on the spot. This sudden change came too quickly, and they didn't even see who won or lost, nor did they know if anyone was injured.

  The two stood still for a long time. Yu Canghai let out a cold hum and said, "Good, we'll meet again!" His figure fluttered as he rushed off to the right side.

  Yue Buqun shouted loudly: "Yu Guan is slow! What about Lin Zhennan and his wife?" As he spoke, his figure flashed and chased after them. Before the sound of his voice had faded away, the two figures had already disappeared into the distance.

  Ling Jing and Lin Hu Dung had wanted to chase after him, but in the blink of an eye, they could no longer see Yue Buqun's figure. They couldn't help but exchange a bitter smile with each other, knowing that their own lightness skills were far inferior to those of these top-notch masters.

  Just then, a long and mournful cry suddenly came from the forest to the left. The sound was so shrill that Ling Jing's heart skipped a beat as he finally recalled this scene, but immediately furrowed his brow, beginning to hesitate in his mind. If it were really this scene now, should he intervene or not? After all, this was a huge trouble.

  But Linghu Cong had already rushed to the place where the sound came from, and Ling Jing secretly sighed and followed him.

  P.S: I fell asleep halfway through writing this chapter last night... Today I got up a bit late, so the first update is a bit delayed, sorry about that.