175: Gone and never come back? Gone and never come back!

Seeing that he didn't answer and didn't even dare to look at her face, Lin Shiyin became even more agitated, taking a sudden step forward, almost pressing her face against Li Xunhuan's.

Tears mixed with hatred streamed over her scars, burning her skin and also burning Li Xunhuan's Heart-Nature.

"Look at me! Why don't you dare to look at me?

Speak! Why don't you speak?

Li Xunhuan, where is your great benevolence and righteousness? Where is your Jianghu justice? Did you feed it all to the dogs?

Or are you scared? Scared of Shangguan Jinhong, scared of that Lu Jiuyuan who kills without batting an eye?"

Finally, Li Xunhuan slowly turned his head, meeting Lin Shiyin's gaze, which seemed to be spitting fire.

His eyes still held that heartbreaking melancholy.

He coughed softly, a heart-wrenching cough, and a sickly flush appeared on his pale face, as if he were about to cough out all his internal organs.

Tie Chuanjia couldn't help but want to step forward but was stopped by a slight raise of his hand.

As the coughing gradually subsided, he wiped the corner of his mouth with a plain white handkerchief, his voice low and hoarse, yet exceptionally clear:

"Shiyin, you are right to scold me."

Lin Shiyin was stunned, seemingly not expecting him to admit it directly.

"I am indeed indecisive and irresolute. But he had no evil deeds at the time; everything he did was to eliminate evil and uphold the Dao.

I truly couldn't kill him.

It's just that I shouldn't have agreed to join him when he wanted to cleanse the darkness of the Jianghu.

Because I didn't expect that his so-called cleansing would be so domineering, so cruel."

Li Xunhuan slowly said, every word appearing incredibly heavy, "The calamity of Shaolin, the chaos of the Jianghu, I, Li Xunhuan, bear an inescapable responsibility."

He paused, his gaze once again cast out the window, as if penetrating layers of roof tiles, seeing the towering flames and sea of blood on the distant Mount Shaoshi.

"But," he changed the subject, "I cannot agree with your assertion that all of this is a conspiracy by the Golden Money Gang, a scheme long planned by Shangguan Jinhong and his son."

"The facts are all there! Lu Jiuyuan is Shangguan Fei! Is this not irrefutable proof?" Lin Shiyin said sharply.

"Yes, he is Shangguan Fei." Li Xunhuan admitted, "But I couldn't be mistaken about his Heart-Nature; he cannot tolerate filth, even if that person is Shangguan Jinhong.

He would absolutely not collude with Shangguan Jinhong, because his pride is beyond your imagination."

"Then what do you mean? Is he justified in arson and murder? Should Shaolin have been destroyed? Did those fallen heroes die in vain?" Her voice lowered slightly, but still carried an unwilling question.

"No." Li Xunhuan denied it decisively, "No matter the reason, monstrous slaughter is slaughter, beyond refutation.

To kill eight hundred people, there must be innocents; those who kill should pay the price."

He slowly stood up and walked to the center of the room, his figure still thin, but standing ramrod straight.

"My mistake lies in failing to prevent the tragedy in time.

And my responsibility lies in correcting this mistake now."

He looked at Lin Shiyin, his eyes complex, filled with guilt and pity.

"I will go find him." Li Xunhuan's voice was very soft, yet carried immense weight, "Go find Lu Jiuyuan, or rather, Shangguan Fei."

"I don't believe what others say; I want to hear it from him personally. I want to ask clearly what exactly happened on Mount Shaoshi that forced such a proud person to go on a killing spree.

I want to ask, in his Heart-Nature, what exactly is Dao, and what is demon."

"Then,"

He paused slightly, an invisible, sharp Qi quietly permeated the entire room, and even the flickering candlelight seemed to momentarily freeze.

"I will draw my dagger against him."

"This time, I will never hesitate again."

Lin Shiyin also stared blankly at Li Xunhuan, at the undeniable determination and subtly flowing sorrow in his eyes.

She opened her mouth, wanting to say something more, but found that all her resentment and accusations had lost their power at this moment.

Li Xunhuan no longer looked at her, turning to walk towards the door, picking up his worn clothes and putting them on.

"Chuanjia, prepare the carriage."

"Yes, Young Master!"

Li Xunhuan's hand rested on the doorframe, and he took one last look at the oppressive guest room, and at Lin Shiyin, who stood frozen in place.

"If I do not return from this journey, Shiyin... take care."

The door gently closed, and the sound of footsteps gradually faded away.

Lin Shiyin stood alone, the tear stains on her face now dry, leaving only a burning pain.

Outside the window, the sky grew increasingly gloomy; a larger storm seemed to be brewing.

She knew her goal had been achieved.

Little Li Flying Dagger, the world's foremost divine dagger, the number one dagger of a hundred years of upheaval, was finally going to strike.

And the target itself was Lu Wudi, who, with his own strength, had brought mourning to the world and caused the Martial Forest to wither!

"Li Xunhuan, you can't defeat him." Sun Xiaohong stood beside Old Man Sun and now stepped forward, shouting loudly.

"If you go this time, I'm afraid you won't return."

"If I don't return, then so be it!"

Lin Shiyin took out a porcelain bottle from her sleeve, then spread out paper on the table, secured it with a paperweight, picked up her brush, and tears fell!

The night was as dark as ink, and the cold wind swirled dead leaves, rustling against the old carriage.

A carriage left Baoding Prefecture, its wheels rolling over the cold, hard ground, heading towards an unknown path.

Tie Chuanjia drove the carriage in silence, his knotted muscles taut, like a loyal stone statue.

He knew that his young master's decision this time might be no different from going to his death.

Inside the carriage, Li Xunhuan leaned against the window, a small wine pot in his hand, appearing at some unknown point.

He occasionally took a sip; the spicy liquid burned his throat, but it couldn't suppress the deeper chill and urge to cough in his Heart-Nature.

"Young Master, where should we go?"

Li Xunhuan's gaze was cast out the window at the rapidly passing desolate scenery, his eyes hollow, as if looking at the landscape,

and as if piercing through time and space, seeing that figure in blood-stained green robes, standing alone amidst a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood.

"Lu Jiuyuan... Shangguan Fei..." He murmured these two names, his fingertips unconsciously caressing the thin, willow-leaf-like dagger in his sleeve.

The cold touch brought a strange tranquility.

The Flying Dagger was still there, but his belief had developed cracks.

The 'benevolence' and 'righteousness' he had upheld throughout his life seemed so pale and powerless in the face of the towering flames of Shaolin Temple and hundreds of lives lost.

He even began to doubt whether his initial judgment, "Although this child's Heart-Nature is extreme, he still possesses sincerity," was merely a ridiculous wishful thinking.

"Cough cough... cough cough cough..."

A violent cough struck again; he covered his mouth with a handkerchief, and a dazzling splash of fresh red rapidly spread on the pristine white silk.

He silently put away the handkerchief, but his eyes became even more resolute.

Regardless of right or wrong, regardless of the outcome, he had to ask for clarity and had to bring things to an end.

"Straight ahead. I don't know where he is.

But I know that if I just follow my feelings, I will definitely meet him."

"Ah?" Tie Chuanjia's eyes widened; was it that mystical?

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