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Chapter 870 - 870 870 I Really Regret It

870: Chapter 870 I Really Regret It 870: Chapter 870 I Really Regret It “If anyone asks about Xue Ru, could you help me keep it a secret and tell them she’s no longer here?

Especially that monk Kongkong…

If…

if one day Xue Ru wakes up, I just hope she can live out the rest of her life peacefully.”

As Zhan Xing finished speaking, he bowed deeply to Bai Xiaofan and Murong Wan.

“Don’t worry.

I’ve thought the same before.

But it’s not just because of Monk Kongkong—this way, we can protect Xue Ru’s safety.

At the very least, she won’t end up as a target for enemies.”

Bai Xiaofan patted Zhan Xing’s shoulder and pledged reassuringly.

The two of them then turned their gaze to Murong Wan.

Murong Wan saw their intentions, raised her delicate hand to her lips, and made a gesture signaling she wouldn’t speak out.

Just as Bai Xiaofan and Zhan Xing were preparing to carry Zhan Xueru down the mountain, a figure suddenly rushed down from the peak—a figure clad in pale moon-colored robes.

The figure was startlingly fast.

From the moment Bai Xiaofan detected the aura to when the figure appeared, it was already standing before Bai Xiaofan and Zhan Xing in the blink of an eye.

“Xue Ru…

What happened to Xue Ru?”

Monk Kongkong, who had rushed down in panic, took one long look at Zhan Xueru, who lay unconscious in Bai Xiaofan’s arms, blood still staining her clothes.

His voice, heavy with shock, burst forward.

“What happened to Xue Ru has nothing to do with you.

You’d better leave now!”

Zhan Xing’s grief turned instantly to fury upon seeing Monk Kongkong’s arrival.

He struck a fierce punch against Monk Kongkong’s chest, shouting angrily.

“Master Bai, what happened to Xue Ru?”

Monk Kongkong wholly ignored Zhan Xing’s furious blow.

His wide-open eyes turned to Bai Xiaofan as his trembling hand reached out to gently caress Zhan Xueru’s pale, bloodstained face.

A palpable unease emanated from him—he could sense that Zhan Xueru seemed devoid of any vitality.

He didn’t want to confirm it—didn’t dare to—but secretly hoped his intuition was wrong.

“Xue Ru has…”

“Xue Ru is already dead.

Are you satisfied now?

She’s gone.

She won’t bother you ever again.

Now leave!”

Bai Xiaofan had barely prepared to voice the faint signs of life in Zhan Xueru before Zhan Xing cut him off, snatching Zhan Xueru’s limp body from Bai Xiaofan.

Rage flared in his aged eyes, burning like an unleashed inferno.

The words struck Monk Kongkong like a lightning bolt, leaving him petrified on the spot.

Piece by piece, his fingernails dug deep into the flesh of his palms.

Dead…

Dead?

How…

how could this possibly be?

Not long ago, they’d seen each other by the back mountain!

She had laughed, her smile radiant like a blooming flower.

She had said she was carrying their child.

How could she die?

How could she willingly leave?

Impossible!

Absolutely impossible!

Zhan Xing must be lying to him!

It had to be because he had refused her—refused to descend the mountain for her, refused to stay by her side.

Out of anger, Zhan Xueru must be putting on an act to deceive him.

Yes!

It had to be this!

“You’re all lying to me—my Xue Ru would never die!”

Monk Kongkong burst into laughter, snatching Zhan Xueru from Zhan Xing’s grasp with trembling hands.

He sank helplessly to the ground, gently caressing her lifeless face as he murmured softly.

Blood in his palms dripped steadily onto the soil beneath.

“Xue Ru…” Monk Kongkong’s parched lips quivered as he pressed his face against Xue Ru’s unresponsive chest.

Suddenly, he laughed bitterly, “You…

you think I’ve never wavered before?”

A sudden gust of wind streaked through the air, scattering fallen leaves around the mountain, some landing upon Monk Kongkong’s outstretched palms.

He extended his hand, catching one leaf with delicate intent.

“Xue Ru, look—the flowers are blooming.

The leaves have fallen.

It’s time to open your eyes now, isn’t it?

Stop teasing me.

Stop sleeping, won’t you?”

Madness overtook Monk Kongkong as he descended into near-delirium, whispering fragments of longing as though possessed.

“I regret refusing you earlier.

I…

I truly regret it…”

But the blood pooling in his hands only grew heavier, flowing without cease and staining the leaf he cradled deep crimson.

When passion flowers wither and destiny fades, people say it’s another fool’s heart misplaced again!

Zhan Xing, infuriated by Monk Kongkong’s actions, lashed out violently—a kick striking the monk’s chest.

Even with his profound martial prowess, Monk Kongkong couldn’t withstand the blow.

He collapsed to the ground, coughing up a mouthful of fresh blood.

“You’re nothing but scum!

You don’t deserve to hold my daughter!

If not for your presence, my daughter wouldn’t be where she is today!

Do you think entering and exiting the mortal world is so simple?

While you drifted between decisions, Xue Ru sacrificed her life for yours!

Where were you then?

Now, you hide behind crocodile tears!”

“Oh, you cry, and that might be fitting—for with Xue Ru’s death, your child has vanished too.

But people like you don’t deserve her child or her embrace!

You deserve nothing!”

“Listen well—if you ever show your face before me again, I won’t hesitate to lay down my life and drag you to hell with me!”

Zhan Xing sneered callously at Monk Kongkong’s words, not a shred of mercy or sorrow visible upon his face—only disgust.

Had Zhan Xueru not clung to thoughts of this man even before her final moments, Zhan Xing might have already pierced Monk Kongkong’s heart with a sword.

With those parting words, Zhan Xing turned resolutely away, carrying Zhan Xueru’s lifeless body down the mountain.

“To be honest…

well…

take care of yourself.”

Seeing Monk Kongkong’s overwhelming grief, Bai Xiaofan had an urge to tell him that Xue Ru still had a faint spark of life remaining.

But recalling Zhan Xing’s proclamation, he realized it might truly be for the best.

Shaking his head silently, Bai Xiaofan turned to grasp Murong Wan’s small hand and followed Zhan Xing down the mountain.

“Master Bai, who killed Xue Ru?”

As Bai Xiaofan began to walk away, Monk Kongkong lifted his head, his voice low and hoarse.

“The Black Witch Tribe.

I don’t know which specific clan, though.”

Bai Xiaofan halted briefly at the question but answered softly after a slight hesitation.

He and Murong Wan then disappeared into the distance.

Watching Bai Xiaofan and the others fade from sight, Monk Kongkong glanced at the pool of blood collected beneath Zhan Xueru’s body.

Slowly, he rose to his feet.

Casting his gaze toward the horizon, Monk Kongkong began heading to Gui Lai Monastery.

Back at the monastery, Monk Kongkong walked into the meditation chamber where Master Pu Zhi was seated in silent reflection.

Creak…

The wooden door opened, allowing Monk Kongkong to step inside.

He approached Master Pu Zhi without hesitation.

Thud!

Monk Kongkong bent his knees slightly, kneeling firmly on the cushion before Master Pu Zhi.

Thump.

Thump.

Thump.

Kongkong’s forehead knocked soundly against the floor three times.

Witnessing this spectacle, the young monks standing just outside were utterly dumbfounded.

They had seen Kongkong dash out maniacally earlier and had been filled with curiosity.

Now, watching him return without a word, only to kneel before Master Pu Zhi and offer three solemn bows, their imaginations surged wildly, wondering what had just transpired.

Had Kongkong broken a sacred vow?

At that moment, Monk Kongkong lifted his head toward Master Pu Zhi, locking eyes in a profound gaze before silently leaving—without a hint of hesitation.