111: Chapter 111: The Second Round of Investment Concludes

Outer robe, middle garment, inner garment...

Soon, Su Chen's thin upper body was exposed in the candlelight.

Originally strong, after the excessive consumption of the sword soul's power, he had become so emaciated that there wasn't a bit of extra fat on his body.

The healthy color he should have had was replaced by paleness.

Ye Jingjun soaked a towel with warm water.

Wrung it half-dry, she began to wipe his body bit by bit.

From his handsome brows and eyes, to his thin cheeks, then to his neck, collarbone, and chest.

At the same time, her other hand was pressed tightly against Su Chen's heart.

Recklessly and continuously, she channeled her pure spiritual power into his body.

Trying to hang onto that wisp of life that was about to dissipate.

In the end, in her anxiety, her entire delicate body was pressed against him.

Even the wedding dress she wore had become disheveled, and she was unaware of the glimpses of skin revealed.

"Husband, you promised me, we would drink the nuptial wine..."

"And after drinking the nuptial wine?"

Perhaps her spiritual power had some effect, or perhaps it was a final radiance before death.

Su Chen's eyelashes flickered extremely slightly, and he actually slowly opened a slit.

His eyes were unfocused and lacked clarity, but he seemed to sense Ye Jingjun's presence.

Having previously shown no reaction at all, he actually spoke a sentence in a low voice with a faint, mocking smile.

"After drinking the nuptial wine... you are not allowed to leave either!"

"Hold on, I haven't... haven't with you yet..."

Su Chen's voice still carried that familiar teasing smile.

"Jingjun, stop wiping."

He glanced at her as she knelt beside him, her breasts pressed tightly against him, her jade hand still unconsciously rubbing a towel on his lower body.

"If you keep... wiping like this."

"I'm afraid I won't be able to wait until... tonight..."

"I won't be able to... help myself"

"And be 'disrespectful' to you..."

Even at a time like this, he actually had the heart to make such a joke!

Ye Jingjun's pretty face instantly turned crimson, and she lowered her body.

Only then did she realize that while taking care of Su Chen on the bed, her wedding dress had been turned into a mess by her.

Those garments were originally as thin as gauze, and once disheveled,

what was revealed was a large amount of snowy white skin, and...

Instantly, she was both ashamed and anxious, and her tears flowed even more fiercely.

"You're already like this, and you're still talking nonsense!"

Su Chen shook his head extremely slowly, his breath becoming increasingly faint.

"I'm not talking nonsense."

"It's all my bride's fault for being too enticing..."

He paused, gathered a little strength, and continued:

"Jingjun."

"Go, get a jar of wine."

"The nuptial wine, we haven't drunk it yet."

"This is the nuptial wine I promised you."

"We can't not drink it."

Ye Jingjun shook her head desperately.

"No! You're already like this, how can you drink wine!"

Su Chen curled his lips in dissatisfaction, panting as he spoke forcefully.

"Silly girl, your husband was once the number one in the world, after all."

"Before dying, I still have the strength to drink a cup of wine."

"Go quickly."

His voice grew lower and lower.

"Who gave you permission to die!"

Ye Jingjun looked at his stubborn eyes, her heart feeling like it was being pierced by a knife.

But in the end, she compromised.

She carefully laid Su Chen's body flat and covered him with a brocade quilt.

"Okay, okay."

"I'll go get it."

"Wait for me, you must wait for me!"

She took a deep look at Su Chen, then suddenly turned around.

Almost running, she rushed out of the wedding chamber to find the nuptial wine.

The moment Ye Jingjun's figure disappeared outside the door,

Su Chen's unfocused eyes suddenly became a bit more solid.

He struggled to raise a hand.

Two clusters of soul origin power, weak but incredibly pure, condensed on his fingertips.

These two clusters of soul origin power completely drained all the sword soul energy in his body.

"Jingjun, Miss Yue."

"I really can't hold on anymore. It's time for this round of investment to end."

"This is all I can do for you."

"The rest of the way, you must walk it yourselves."

He murmured to himself and flicked his finger lightly.

A wisp of spiritual light, containing the supreme mysteries of the Heartless Sword path and all his memories and blessings for Ye Jingjun, flew out silently.

It contained all the cultivation techniques related to sword path improvement that he could scrape from the system.

That spiritual light flew behind Ye Jingjun, who was still hurriedly searching in the kitchen.

It merged into her delicate body and disappeared.

Upon entering her body, the spiritual light turned into two complex soul imprints, quietly lying dormant.

The other wisp of spiritual light contained the secrets of the Merfolk Clan's evolution, the true essence of water laws, and his endless guilt and expectations for Cang Mingyue.

It pierced through the void and sped towards the East Sea.

It accurately tracked Cang Mingyue's aura.

Only when their cultivation broke through a certain critical bottleneck and their minds resonated with the imprint,

would this final "gift" truly open.

Presenting the inheritance and his final message to them.

Having done all this, the last light in Su Chen's eyes was completely extinguished.

His raised arm fell powerlessly.

He lay quietly on the wedding bed covered with the bright red brocade quilt.

His breathing stopped completely.

His heartbeat fell into silence.

[Host's death detected.]

[Second round of investment, ends!]

...

"The wine is here! Husband, the wine is here!"

Ye Jingjun rushed back to the wedding chamber in a panic, holding a jar of imperial wine and two jade cups.

When she went around the screen and saw Su Chen on the bed with his eyes closed, his expression peaceful but with no sign of life,

all the joy on her pretty face vanished instantly.

"Clang—"

The wine jar and jade cups slipped quietly from her hands.

They fell to the floor and shattered.

Ye Jingjun froze in place, looking at the person on the bed in disbelief.

All the sounds in the world seemed to have disappeared.

Only the sound of her own heartbeat remained.

Step by step, she stumbled to the bedside.

Reaching out a jade hand that was trembling uncontrollably,

she touched Su Chen's cheek.

No warmth.

Not a single bit of warmth remained.

"Hus...band?"

Although she already knew the answer, she still refused to give up.

She called out softly, tentatively.

There was no response.

In the wedding chamber, the red candles still burned quietly.

The candlelight reflected the festive red throughout the room.

It reflected the eye-catching groom's festive robes on the bed, and Su Chen's pale, peaceful, and handsome face.

In the dead silence,

Ye Jingjun suddenly leaned down, using all her strength,

to hold Su Chen's cold and stiff body tightly in her arms.

A wail suppressed to the extreme finally broke through her throat.

Heart-wrenching.

"Su Chen—!"

Almost simultaneously, the aura around her rose steadily.

Practitioners of the Heartless Sword technique often have deep obsessions with those they love.

And what they fear most is losing the one they love.

If they truly cannot have their love, to protect their sword heart, practitioners often unconsciously sever their seven emotions and six desires.

Just like the current Ye Jingjun.

Her cultivation quickly reached the level of a ninth-rank martial artist and was still climbing.

It seemed she would soon transcend the limits of the Great Ning World.

(The climax part I've been planning for nearly a month, it felt great to write, brothers. If you think Lao Zuo wrote this part well, please give it a five-star rating or send some snacks QWQ.)