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Chapter 823 - 833: To Mount Kunlun! (6 more)

Chapter 823: Chapter 833: To Mount Kunlun! (6 more)

Tang Zhong had never felt so helpless as he did today!

Looking at Jiang Weiwei lying motionless on the ground, he was utterly devastated.

In the past, he had imagined countless times what life would be like together with Weiwei—how enviable it would be to outsiders. But now, Weiwei had left.

Tang Zhong didn’t want to believe it was true, yet Weiwei quietly lay there, completely still.

"Weiwei!" Tang Zhong could no longer hold back.

He rushed forward with all his strength.

There’s a saying: men don’t cry, but only because they haven’t faced heartbreak yet.

Now, Tang Zhong had reached that point. Looking at Jiang Weiwei’s lifeless body, his heart trembled, his throat choked incessantly.

It was true—Jiang Weiwei had drifted into eternal sleep.

"Weiwei, get up!"

"Wake up, please! I’m right here waiting for you—can you not sleep any longer?"

But no matter how desperately Tang Zhong shouted, Jiang Weiwei wouldn’t wake up. Her entire body seemed frozen like a block of ice, her skin nearly turning blue.

Around them, police officers and firefighters worked to clear the scene. Seeing Tang Zhong in such a state, they tried to stop him, saying, "Sir, the dead cannot come back to life—please don’t grieve too much!"

However, Zhang Changgong intervened, gesturing for them to leave Tang Zhong be.

At that moment, Tang Zhong knelt in front of Jiang Weiwei, rambling incoherently, "You promised we’d hide away in the mountains together. But where are you now?"

"Can you not leave me behind?"

Around them, several female officers shed tears out of sorrow. At this moment, Tang Zhong was a pitiable child, watching helplessly as the woman he deeply loved lay silently before him—but he could do nothing. They could all see the pain in his eyes.

"She’s gone!" Zhang Changgong said, unable to bear it anymore. Because the intruders into Xuan Country this time were unusual, this matter was left for him to handle. But seeing Tang Zhong like this made him deeply uneasy.

"No, she’s not dead. I will bring her back!" Tang Zhong declared as he stretched out his arms to hold Jiang Weiwei’s body.

"It’s impossible to resurrect her!" Zhang Changgong replied. He had never expected Tang Zhong to be this determined.

Holding Weiwei in his arms, Tang Zhong’s gaze turned icy. He turned to Zhang Changgong and said, "There’s a way. The Kunlun Hanging Coffin—I’m going to find the Kunlun Hanging Coffin!"

With that, Tang Zhong left, carrying Jiang Weiwei with him.

Zhang Changgong stared at Tang Zhong’s retreating figure but did not stop him. He merely sighed lightly. The Kunlun Hanging Coffin—it was nothing but legend.

The Kunlun Hanging Coffin—Tang Zhong had once read about it in a travel diary about Kunlun.

A coffin suspended in the air above Mount Kunlun.

According to the book’s account, the Kunlun Hanging Coffin granted immortality. Since someone had reportedly seen the coffin before, Tang Zhong was determined to give it a try.

It was his only option now.

Flying toward Kunlun in a helicopter, Tang Zhong quickly reached the summit of Mount Kunlun.

He carefully placed Jiang Weiwei down after disembarking and rushed directly to the Kunlun Grand Hall.

"Kunlun Master!"

The Kunlun disciples nearby saw that it was Tang Zhong and immediately stepped aside to let him through.

Inside the grand hall.

Tang Zhong met the Kunlun Master.

"Master, I need to seek the Kunlun Hanging Coffin!" Tang Zhong said bluntly.

The Kunlun Master had long foreseen Tang Zhong’s intent, having heard of it from Zhang Changgong. "The Kunlun Hanging Coffin isn’t guaranteed to exist—it’s described in a book written many years ago, but no one has seen it since then!"

"But it’s the only chance I have!" Tang Zhong said firmly.

At that moment, he appeared extraordinarily calm. He had to stay calm; if he didn’t, Weiwei would truly be gone.

The Kunlun Master, understanding Tang Zhong’s character, chose not to stop him. "Back when you resolved Kunlun’s crisis, there was little I could do to repay you. I happen to have a Luminous Pearl that can preserve a body from decay—give it to the girl to use."

Immediately, a red pearl appeared in the Kunlun Master’s hand!

"Thank you!" Tang Zhong knelt down to show his gratitude.

Receiving the pearl, he immediately administered it to Weiwei, then carried her on his back and headed straight for the depths of Kunlun.

According to the details recorded in that journal, the Kunlun Hanging Coffin was hidden within Mount Kunlun itself—and so he had to venture further in.

Looking at the snow-covered peaks, Tang Zhong stripped down to his bare chest, securing Weiwei on his back with a rope. With her safely strapped, he trudged through the snow, focused on finding the Kunlun Hanging Coffin—the key to ensuring Weiwei wouldn’t die. The coffin, said to grant eternal life, was Tang Zhong’s final glimmer of hope.

Deep within Kunlun.

The Kunlun Master and Xiang Kunlun stood side by side, gazing at Tang Zhong’s departing figure.

The Kunlun Master sighed, "Tang Zhong truly loves that girl!"

"Master, how can you be so sure?" Xiang Kunlun asked, puzzled.

"It’s clear from his decisive actions just now. I gave him the Luminous Pearl, which he accepted without hesitation. As the top figure on the Black List and one of the strongest men of our time, he knelt without a second thought to thank me. If a man can be this willing, isn’t it obvious?" the Kunlun Master explained.

"But Master, isn’t love considered a hindrance to cultivation? Women can be distractions on the path to true mastery!" Xiang Kunlun argued.

"No. Humans are beings of seven emotions and six desires. If you think that way, it only proves you haven’t yet met the woman you truly love!" replied the Kunlun Master.

Upon hearing this, Xiang Kunlun grew anxious. "Master, you said that woman is important to Tang Zhong. But now that she’s dying, won’t he be consumed by grief?"

"No, there seems to be something special about that girl’s fate," observed the Kunlun Master.

"Really? If Tang Zhong’s beloved doesn’t die, that would be wonderful!" Xiang Kunlun exclaimed, his excitement mounting.

Meanwhile, atop the snowy peaks.

Tang Zhong forged ahead relentlessly.

The harsh cold surrounding him didn’t faze him one bit.

"Weiwei, hold on. I’ll find the coffin soon and bring you back!" Tang Zhong murmured, glancing at the sleeping Jiang Weiwei.

He knew deep down that she was no longer there—if she were, she would have answered him.

Resolute, Tang Zhong clenched his fists.

Before him, the snow-covered path offered no respite.

The swirling snow in the air seemed as if it was trying to crush him.

But Tang Zhong endured.

The closer he got to the summit of Mount Kunlun, the harsher the environment became, nearly impossible to withstand.

Tang Zhong burned his Blood Power to shield Jiang Weiwei, ensuring she stayed safe. As for himself, shivering uncontrollably from the cold made no difference.

He owed this to Weiwei!

But the looming peaks of Mount Kunlun seemed to offer no promise of success.

"Kunlun Hanging Coffin, where are you? I must find you!" Tang Zhong screamed internally, but the path before him remained an empty void.

Carrying Weiwei on his back, Tang Zhong pressed forward. Suddenly, he stumbled, losing his footing, and both of them fell heavily into the snow.

They were swallowed by the snowdrifts.