Chapter 140: Heaven and Earth are Different

eds of a transcendent cultivator, they could only hope for the intervention of another transcendent cultivator.Ge Heng's face was grim. He swept his gaze over the miners, stopping each one with a look...The festive atmosphere in Yun Cheng continues.

Phoenix lanterns floated in the night sky. Tonight, there was supposed to be rain, but it was dispelled by the cultivators of Lingxiao Pavilion.

Jiang An'an held Ye Qingyu's hand and skipped happily in the marketplace.

She played with phoenix lanterns tonight, letting them float across the entire sky of Yun City. She ate lots of delicious food and was incredibly happy.

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“Sister Qingyu, look at this, this!”

Little An pointed to a jade bi on the roadside stall. It was oval-shaped, pure white in color, and intricately carved with cloud patterns. It was truly exquisite.

"How does it look"

Ye Qingyu nodded seriously: "An An has a good eye!"

Jiang An'an grinned, turned her head, and politely asked the vendor, "Can I take a look at this jade"

The stall owner, a white-haired old woman, smiled when she heard this and handed over the jade pendant: “Of course, my dear.”

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Jiang An'an blushed slightly and turned her head, holding the piece of white jade in her hand. She whispered to Ye Qingyu: "Sister, do you think my brother would look good wearing this jade"

Her voice was so quiet, as if she were afraid that someone might hear her and try to take it away.

Ye Qingyu thought for a moment. The first time she saw Jiang Wang on Yuheng Peak, he seemed to be wearing jade at his waist. Later, when they met again, she didn't see it anymore.

"Pretty." she said.

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"Then I'll buy this!" Jiang Anan was delighted.

Watching her rummage through the squirrel box for silver, Ye Qingyu also smiled: "This is the New Year's gift you bought for your brother"

Jiang An'an was counting the silver while mumbling to herself, nodding vigorously.

"So where did you get the money to buy your brother a New Year's gift" Ye Qingyu playfully teased her.

"My brother gave it to me!" Jiang Anan replied crisply, not feeling at all that it was wrong to use her brother's money to buy a gift for him. She even turned her head and bargained with the vendor: "Auntie, I'll buy this, can you give me a discount"

Ye Qingyu couldn't help but cover her face. This silly girl, the other party hasn't even started quoting a price yet.

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The old woman smiled, her wrinkles piling up: "I'll give you the cheapest!"

When the bill was paid, Xiao Anan's eyes curved into crescent moons as she held the jade pendant in her hand. She carefully placed it in her squirrel box and then, holding onto Ye Qingyu's hand obediently, said with delight, "Qingyu sister, let's go find my brother!"

That soft little hand, brings a warmth of a winter night.

In the bustling marketplace, Ye Qingyu lowered her head and saw stars. Sparkling and glittering, all in her eyes.

At this moment, Ye Qingyu understands Jiang Wang's love for Jiang An'an too well.

Who could not love Jiang An'an

She is pure of heart like crystal glass, her eyes hold the sparkle of stars.

The bright moon shone over Yun City tonight, but New An City was shrouded in darkness.

The dark clouds make the bright moon ashamed, and the fighting beasts under the cloud continue to clash.

Life and death are originally the eternal boundaries.

Dong A has never given up any chance to resist.

Even if he had only one hand and one leg, he was still fighting.

Even if he had to fight with his head or his teeth, he was still fighting.

Did my best.

He asked himself if he had done his best. He had lived up to his position, to the responsibilities on his shoulders, and to all the choices he had made along the way.

After all six killing nails were hammered in, and his limbs had been severed, he could no longer move.

He was pinned to the ground, realizing he had no chance left.

His reaction was very flat.

Without fear, nor despair.

It was as if it were deep into the night, as if he were just about to fall asleep... and he accepted the reality of falling asleep.

The battle that took place on Xincheng Street was intentionally controlled by Dong A and Jiang Wang, keeping the fighting confined to a specific area and ensuring that nearby houses were not affected.

They remained silent throughout the entire battle. They only greeted each other at the very beginning.

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“Teacher, long time no see.”

“Yeah. It's been a long time.”

There was only this one line of dialogue.

Besides themselves, probably no one can know how they feel.

In the battle that raged in Xincheng, no matter how fierce the fighting became, no matter how grievous the wounds inflicted, neither of the combatants uttered a single cry of pain.

Silence... a standoff. A silent battle.

Silence is pain, silence endures.

This former master and apprentice seem to share the same tenacity, the same stubbornness.

Even at this moment, Dong A's limbs were severed, his undying divine power pinned down by the executioner's nails, yet he remained silent.

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He was merely feeling the cold air coming from these six nails, feeling the power seeds within him trying time and again in vain, feeling the blood flowing freely without restraint.

The feeling of life flowing slowly, for the first time so clear and concrete.

He looked quietly at Jiang Wang, wondering what kind of effort this student had put in to get this set of nails and what kind of story he had gone through.

“It seems I’ve missed a lot…” he thought to himself.

Jiang Wang knelt on top of Dong A, restraining his movements, while silently looking at him.

In Dong An'a's resolute eyes, Jiang Wang couldn't see any emotion.

Besides his involuntarily twitching eyelids, there was nothing else to suggest that he wasn't completely aware of physical pain.

That's great.

He could feel pain, even if it was only physical... That was good enough.

Jiang Wang silently turned back his long sword, slowly moving towards Dong A's neck.

This process is slow, but it never stops.

Dong A's gaze followed the blade as it moved, clearly knowing that death was drawing near.

Get closer firmly.

"What is the name of this sword" he opened his mouth and asked.

Jiang Wang swung his sword across, allowing him to see the inscription "Yan Gui Chao" on its blade.

“Its name is Chang Xiangsi.”

Having looked at every eaves, none are the same. The spring swallows return but find no nest to come home to.

Wandering through the deserted city, I weep. Four seasons have passed, with cold and heat now gone!

The name of the sword is Changxiangsi, and its inscription is "Swallows Returning to Their Nests."

This sword, this feeling, this heart!

Dong A withdrew his gaze.

"I understand," he said.

At that moment, a very complex expression flashed in his eyes, but it was gone in an instant.

The sky was overcast. It was about to rain.

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Longing slowly approached, finally lying across Dong A's neck.

Jiang Wang looked at his resolute eyes and asked, "Do you have nothing to explain"

Dong A smiled.

His face, usually grim and serious, surprisingly broke into a wild grin when he smiled.

He laughed arrogantly: "Kid, keep trying. You're not qualified to ask me for an explanation yet."

This was Jiang Wang's first time seeing this person smile.

This is also the last time.

A long sword flashed, and a head rolled to the ground.

Dong'a's body, the Tongtian Palace crumbled, three inner palaces collapsed one after another... Those muffled sounds, like firecrackers, welcomed the new year.

Even the emerald divine seed of Second Inner Palace had dissipated.

Life is extinguished.

On the eve of the third lunar month in the year 18, during the reign of Emperor Wu of Han, Dong Ai was executed in Xincheng, the capital of Zhuang State.

Boom!

Lightning flashed across the sky, followed by a deafening roar of thunder.

The overcast sky, which had been brewing for a long time, finally let loose a sudden downpour.

Jiang Wang still maintained the kneeling posture of pressing down on Dong A, carefully removing each nail one by one and putting them away.

His movements were slow but deliberate.

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Dong A is dead, Dong A truly died.

Jiang Wang looked up at the sky. Rain drops fell all around him.

This is the eve of the New Year's Day in 1938.

Because it was raining, and the rain was too heavy, Jiang Wang couldn't tell if she was crying or not!

I originally wanted this to be the ending, because this is a scene I really want to capture.

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At the beginning of Liang Ye Juan, Jiang Wang left Yun City and walked down Dengyun Qi, leaving only a silhouette to the world. While An An, in Ye Qingyu's arms, stepped onto the cloud ladder and ascended to the heavens.

At that moment, I thought of this very scene today. One in Yuncheng, one in Xinhua; one filled with laughter, one with sadness. This was Jiang Wang's choice, and also Jiang Wang's burden.

This chapter, I revised it many times, each time was good, but I want it to be the best.

Last of all, it's what everyone sees.

The importance of saving drafts lies in this: without saving drafts, you can only choose to stop updating or adjust them.

The ending here is also very good, the emotions are full, and it aligns well with my personal aesthetics.

But considering the whole strategy, after sitting idle all day, I came up with a better option.

So, the story continues.

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