You Have Science, I Have Martial Arts

Chapter 835 - 376: Would I Ever Say No?

The Cyan Emperor seemed deep in thought, gazing toward the headquarters of the Celestial Sword Bureau, still engulfed in flames.

"So, they deliberately allowed Ye Qingzhou to destroy the Celestial Sword Bureau?"

The Emperor Slayer chuckled softly, "The Celestial Sword Bureau expanded too rapidly over the years, threatening their interests. One-Eyed Nick thought he held the reins, yet he was merely a pawn to be discarded."

"The Golden Council wishes to plunge the world into chaos, the Eagle’s Nest wants to reclaim military dominance, the Science Strategy Department covets the supernatural technology of the Celestial Sword Bureau, while the Blood-Colored Sanctuary... oh, they just desire the demise of the ’Blasphemer.’"

"Thus, they all tacitly chose to stand by."

The Cyan Emperor shook his head, sighing with a hint of irony:

"It’s truly tragic, this colossal entity that could have ruled the world, yet due to internal strife, it ended up destroying itself."

The Emperor Slayer raised his glass, his eyes glinting coldly:

"Precisely because of this, our plan can proceed smoothly."

"Ye Qingzhou’s death is merely the beginning."

"What follows is the true game."

The two shared a knowing smile, their glasses clinking, the sound echoing like the chimes of fate across the burning skies of Xinxiang.

At this moment, the battle finally drew to a close, and from now on, the Celestial Sword Bureau of the Western Pole Kingdom ceases to exist.

Meanwhile, the Death Domain within Ye Qingzhou finally could no longer be suppressed, just one final step away from completely devouring Ye Qingzhou’s essence, qi, and spirit.

The Cyan Emperor Fuxi looked toward the area where Ye Qingzhou was located, a complicated expression flickering in his eyes, though quickly returning to calm.

"He’s about to die."

The Emperor Slayer spoke, his tone lacking pity, containing only a near-clinical observation.

"I know."

The Cyan Emperor said softly.

The Emperor Slayer glanced sideways at him, a slight smile at his lips: "Does Ye Qingzhou know you deceived him?"

The Cyan Emperor paused for a moment, shook his head: "I simply didn’t reveal the whole truth, it doesn’t count as deception."

The Emperor Slayer chuckled quietly, seemingly satisfied with this answer. He raised his glass again, his eyes shimmering with deep thought: "It doesn’t matter anymore, after all, our plan will soon succeed, care to celebrate?"

The Cyan Emperor gazed at the wine in his glass, his eyes meaningfully shifting to the Emperor Slayer, and spoke slowly: "Indeed, the end is near, victory or defeat, it all depends on who can outwit the other."

The two clinked glasses again, the wine swirling within, reflecting the burning city of Xinxiang in the distance.

In the center of the battlefield, the light of Ye Qingzhou’s sword still shone, yet it was growing increasingly faint.

His death was long predestined.

And all this was merely a step in the prolonged game of the two supreme beings.

......

"It’s time to leave..."

Ye Qingzhou sheathed his sword, not looking back at the ground full of corpses, his figure flickered before disappearing from the spot.

In the faint morning light, along the coast of the Dongji Kingdom, the waves gently caressed the rocks, like the gentlest sighs between heaven and earth.

Ye Qingzhou leaned against Xu Yuebing’s embrace, his white clothes stained with blood, golden lines had spread to his forehead, his life like a candle in the wind, could extinguish at any moment.

Xu Yuebing held him tightly, her fingertips trembling, tears silently falling, landing on his cheeks.

"Don’t cry..."

Ye Qingzhou raised his hand, gently wiping away her tears, his voice weak yet tender: "Being able to return to see you one last time, is a blessing from heaven."

Xu Yuebing shook her head, choking: "You promised to stay with me for a lifetime..."

Ye Qingzhou gazed at the horizon where the sunrise gradually emerged, a faint smile appearing on his pale face.

"Look at how beautiful the sunrise is."

Golden light spilled over the sea, shimmering like a path made of countless shattered gold.

Xu Yuebing clung to him, her voice trembling: "If you leave, what meaning does this world’s most beautiful sunrise hold for me?"

Ye Qingzhou did not answer, simply stared into the distance quietly, his vision gradually blurring.

"Yuebing..."

He said softly: "After I die, bury my sword back in Linjiang..."

Before he could finish his sentence, his hand slowly dropped, the light in his eyes extinguishing like a candle flame.

"Ye Qingzhou...?"

Xu Yuebing’s voice trembled as she gently shook him: "Don’t sleep... look at me again... look at the sunrise again..."

But the person in her arms no longer responded.

The morning breeze brushed by, the ocean waves murmured, as if a long sword cry resonated throughout the heavens and earth, mourning and desolate.

The Sword Saint has fallen, ten thousand swords mourn together.

Meanwhile, five Divine Weapons sounded of their own accord, clanging in unison, seemingly lamenting the passing of their master.

Xu Yuebing held Ye Qingzhou’s gradually cooling body tightly, her tears blurring her vision, yet she stubbornly gazed at the rising sun.

"Look... the sun has risen..."

"But my sun... will never rise again..."

The sea wind moaned, the waves surged, as if even heaven and earth mourned the passing of this generation’s Sword Saint.

Ye Qingzhou’s funeral was held at the Xu Clan Ancestral Land in Linjiang.

The Xu Clan is a thousand-year noble family in the Dongji Kingdom, the ancestral land nestled amidst mountains and water, ancient trees towering.

On this day, white flags hung down, the funeral hall solemn, a Profound Ice Jade Coffin placed in the main hall, Ye Qingzhou lay peacefully within, his face serene, his white garments like snow, only the golden line between his brows testified to his being struck by the Laws Destruction Golden Arrow and fighting to the last moment.

Xu Yuebing, in plain clothing, knelt before the coffin, expression wooden, her eyes devoid of tears to shed.

Xu Wanqing gently patted her daughter’s hair, saying softly: "Yuebing, he passed peacefully, don’t blame yourself."

Xu Yunxi also knelt beside her sister, holding her cold hand, speaking softly: "If Qingzhou has a spirit in the heavens, he surely wouldn’t want to see you like this."

Xu Yuebing did not respond, simply stared quietly at the person in the coffin, as if to carve his image into her soul.

Classmates and friends, mourning together for the Sword Saint

At the funeral, Ye Qingzhou’s former classmates and friends came to pay their respects.

Huang Liwen, the classmate who was always the joker back in the day, now appeared solemn, and in front of the coffin, he bowed deeply three times, speaking softly: "Old Ye, you said you would invite me to drink at your wedding celebration, but now... it is I who come to send you off."