Ex-Wife is a Big Villainess
Chapter 906 - 440: Peach Zishang (Volume 4, Finale)_2

Chapter 906: Chapter 440: Peach Zishang (Volume 4, Finale)_2

"Sky Opening!"

"Prison Suppression!"

"..."

The heavy sword swung continuously, like the Milky Way hanging upside down, or like a dragon and snake meandering.

The glow of the sword became increasingly fierce, resembling the first ray of dawn piercing through the clouds.

Until the seventh sword form, Fang Zishang finally collapsed from his serious injuries and exhaustion, half-kneeling on the ground, gasping heavily, blood trickling from the corner of his mouth.

At this moment, You Tan’s soul body was almost invisible, as if a breeze could scatter it like dandelions.

"Such impressive swordsmanship, I underestimated you."

You Tan glared hatefully at Fang Zishang, feeling a sudden chill of fear.

If not for his exhaustion, another two moves might have really scattered her soul.

Fang Zishang wanted to stand, but couldn’t muster the strength, using one hand to support the heavy sword and laughing, "This is the swordsmanship I created over the years; even my old man would feel ashamed upon seeing it. What a pity, there are three more forms..."

"Then take your swordsmanship with you to hell!"

You Tan steadied her almost dissipating soul, attacking Fang Zishang without holding back.

At that moment, a silver light suddenly flashed.

You Tan quickly avoided it.

A flying sword struck the stone wall, sparking as it charged toward her again.

"Finally, you’re here, kid."

Fang Zishang exhaled deeply.

You Tan let out a shrill screech, suddenly transforming into dozens of red shadows, flying toward the entrance of the corridor.

Inside the corridor, the sound of explosions rang constantly.

Fang Zishang forcibly dragged himself to the stone coffin.

Looking at the girl in the coffin, the man murmured self-deprecatingly, "I think I understand why I didn’t want to kill you; you look so much like her. It’s not me saving you, it’s... my wife saving you."

"Peach blossoms in full bloom, so radiant. This child finds her home, fittingly so..."

Fang Zishang recited softly, slowly unveiling the talisman on Jiang Erliang’s forehead.

The light in the girl’s eyes gradually gathered, regaining consciousness.

Although previously constrained, she still understood clearly what had happened here.

"Don’t be afraid, someone will come to rescue you soon."

Fang Zishang looked at the blurred yet familiar face, wanting to reach out to touch it, but upon seeing the blood on his hands, he trembled and withdrew.

He slowly walked to the stone door, sat weakly against it, and gazed absent-mindedly at the dilapidated altar.

Jiang Erliang climbed out of the coffin.

The girl, timid in expression, saw the severely injured man resembling a dying candle, hesitated, and with a compassionate heart, approached to ask with concern, "Uncle, are you alright?"

Fang Zishang shook his head weakly, saying:

"Don’t worry, the one named Jiang has come for you; You Tan, that wretch, is no match for him. Don’t run around..."

Rip!

The girl tore a piece of her skirt and gently pressed it against the bleeding wound of the man, her face pale.

Fang Zishang looked at the girl, his expression somewhat dazed.

He turned his head to glance at the stone door that would never open, then again at the heavy sword in his hand, whispering bitterly, "Peach, oh Peach, this is no longer your home."

Fang Zishang looked at the girl and smiled, asking, "Girl, have you ever learned swordsmanship?"

Jiang Erliang nodded gently.

Fang Zishang handed her the heavy sword, forged by his own hand according to his wife’s techniques, and said softly, "From today on, this sword is yours. It’s called Peach, and I hope you’ll take good care of her."

As he spoke, he pressed the blade lightly.

The blade slid across the girl’s arm.

A thin red line appeared on the girl’s fair arm, with bright red blood slowly seeping out, forming a drop.

Afterward, this droplet of blood seeped into a socket in the sword’s hilt.

"Take it!"

Fang Zishang said with a low shout.

Jiang Erliang was startled and instinctively caught the heavy sword almost as large as her body.

Strangely, the sword, weighing a thousand pounds, was easily lifted by the girl, but she could still clearly feel its weight.

"Peach has ten moves in total, all within the sword; you’ll have to comprehend them yourself from now on... cough cough cough..."

Fang Zishang started to cough violently, with blood continuously overflowing.

"Uncle."

Jiang Erliang’s eyes were red.

Perhaps it was Fang Zishang’s desperate rescue of her just now, or maybe for other reasons, but the girl only felt a deep ache in her heart.

Tears fell, one by one.

At this moment, Jiang Shouzhong and Jiang Yi finally emerged from the corridor.

In Jiang Shouzhong’s hand, a flying sword circled, still stained with a nearly transparent residual soul, from which faint screams, wails, and pleas could be heard.

Then, the next moment, the flying sword shattered the soul completely.

"Er Liang!"

Seeing the young girl, Jiang Shouzhong’s face lit up with delight.

"Master!"

Jiang Erliang threw herself into Jiang Shouzhong’s arms, sobbing loudly.

But at that moment, a rumbling sound suddenly emanated from the altar, and the once heavy and solid stone door slowly opened.

Fang Zishang was stunned, a look of joy spread across his face.

"Madam..."

He struggled to his feet and staggered into the secret chamber.

As the dust cleared, Fang Zishang saw a stone bed surrounded by countless candles.

Back then, he had placed his wife’s body on this stone bed.

"Madam..."

Fang Zishang waved away the dust and, through blood-stained eyes, vaguely saw a woman sitting upright on the stone bed.

"Husband."

The poised and gracious woman looked at him with a smile.

Fang Zishang stood there dazed, his lips trembling incessantly, tears mixed with blood streaming down his face.

"I knew it... I knew it..."

Fang Zishang laughed heartily.

He grasped his wife’s hand, overwhelmed with joy, and turned to shout to Jiang Shouzhong and the others outside:

"None of you believed me! You didn’t believe my wife could come back to life! Did you see? I didn’t lie to you, hahaha... I didn’t lie to you! Hahaha... I’ve found my wife... I’ve found her..."

Outside the secret room, Jiang Shouzhong and the others wore peculiar expressions.

Jiang Yi wanted to speak, but Jiang Shouzhong held her arm.

The woman turned her head to see Jiang Shouzhong gently shaking his head at her: "Maybe... this is good."

Jiang Yi was momentarily stunned, then sighed softly.

Fang Zishang held his wife’s hand tightly, as if his once extinguished life force had been rekindled. "Let’s go home, madam, I’ll take you away from here. We’ll return to Famous Sword Villa; we’ll find our daughter..."

"Zishang."

The woman looked at him gently, "Jianghu is too noisy. I want to stay here, alright?"

Fang Zishang was taken aback, then nodded vigorously:

"Alright, alright, Jianghu certainly is too noisy. This place is nice, just the two of us, I’ll stay with you forever, not letting anyone disturb us, just the two of us..."

"Mm."

The woman smiled and nodded.

Fang Zishang waved his hand, sending out a Sword Qi that struck the switch beside the stone door.

With a rumbling sound, the stone door slowly closed again.

"Just the two of us... This time I won’t leave you again, wherever you go..."

Fang Zishang embraced his wife, slowly fell onto the stone bed. His voice grew weaker, the light in his eyes slowly dimmed, yet the smile on his face remained.

The stone door was tightly shut, the dust settled, everything reverted to silence.

Only the stone bed had acquired a man’s corpse.

While the woman’s skeletal remains remained covered in thick dust, unchanged.

There is no such thing as coming back to life in this world.

——

Demon Sea Mountain, above the moonlit bridge.

The second young master of the Fang Family silently tore out one page from the book in his hand and discarded it into the wind.

In the next moment, it was sliced into countless fragments by the wind.

"Let’s go."

The Second Young Master’s voice was filled with melancholy.

The old servant Mo Bailing saw traces of tears on the young master’s face, moved his lips, but said nothing more, pushing the wheelchair down the mountain.

Midway, they encountered Ran Qingchen.

"You’re leaving?"

Ran Qingchen was surprised, frowned, and asked, "Weren’t you going to wait for your niece?"

The Second Young Master shook his head: "Not waiting anymore."

He looked up at the woman’s exquisite face, and said softly: "Life is inherently filled with regret. Between opening and closing the eyes, much is missed and cannot be remedied.

Miss Ran, next it will be your story, what choice will you make this time?"

Ran Qingchen fell into contemplation.

When she returned to her senses, she realized that the Second Young Master had already gone far away.

She lowered her head and gently lifted her sleeve.

On her wrist, as crystalline as jade, a golden bracelet shone brightly, carrying a fragile, swaying memory.

——

[End of Volume Four]