The Protagonist is Always Intimidating Me - Chapter 76

The early morning wind still carried a hint of lingering chill. It coldly lifted Bai Meng’s black hair, exposing the coldness on his face. His black eyes mirrored the Abyss ahead, darkness taking root in his gaze.

The Abyss was just as it had always been, utterly devoid of light. In this lifeless place, all the plants displayed a dull color, like blood drained to dryness, devoid of any vitality.

“Do you remember what you promised me…” Feng Qingxuan stared intently at Bai Meng, while the latter lowered his eyes without responding, like a heartless scoundrel.

But Feng Qingxuan had no choice. When someone makes a mistake, they must pay the price. If the person refuses to pay it, then someone else must bear it in their place—this is a principle even children understand.

Feng Suiling was cruelly pinned to the ground by Bai Meng. He could only watch helplessly as Feng Qingxuan walked step by step toward the Abyss. As they passed each other, Feng Qingxuan gave him a complicated look. Gone was his usual delicate demeanor. At this moment, he appeared distant and unapproachable. His thin lips were pressed tightly together, his entire being exuding an aura that warned others to stay away.

That was a side of him he had never known, never seen. They had been in love for years, yet he had never truly understood him, never seen through him. He only remembered the heart-pounding emotion of that year, how it swept him into dreams and obsessions, from which he never woke again.

He had become infatuated with love, and in the end, it led to his death.

“Didn’t you ask me what I wanted to say back then…” Feng Qingxuan walked further and further away, his voice growing increasingly ethereal. The wind carried a tear from the past, which landed and rolled across Feng Suiling’s cheek. Taking advantage of him being momentarily stunned, it quietly vanished from the world.

“Back then, I was thinking of proposing to you…”

Flames engulfed Feng Qingxuan. His expression became blurred in the dazzling firelight, but Feng Suiling knew he was crying. Yet he couldn’t move. His mind was in chaos, and he could only watch helplessly as the phoenix bathed in fire plunged into the darkness. The entire Abyss brightened for a fleeting moment, but it left a scar on his heart that ached unbearably.

“Does it hurt?”

The youth’s mocking voice rang in his ears. Feng Suiling turned with cold eyes and saw the youth grinning widely with satisfaction as he said, “Crying, huh? How ugly.”

Crying…?

Just as Feng Suiling was about to retort coldly, the youth’s massive and strange Xuan-Tie sword came down with a sharp wind. He felt the pain of the blade slicing into his flesh, but his consciousness remained terrifyingly clear. In the moment of that agony, he suddenly recalled the boy from long ago, the one who once cried and asked him, “Ling’er, what should I do…?”

“Promise?” Bai Meng wiped the blood off the black iron sword with a faint smile on his lips, but his eyes were ice-cold, devoid of any mirth. “I only promised not to spare anyone. As for the rest, I’m really sorry.”

“I want him to die slowly. No one is allowed to save him.” Bai Meng glanced contemptuously at Feng Suiling lying on the ground. There was a deep gash on his pale neck, from which red blood continuously seeped. Some of it dripped onto the ground, forming a small puddle, while some accidentally flowed into his trachea, causing bouts of suffocating coughs.

All he could do was suffer like this, watching himself die little by little.

“Now, I’m going to fetch him.”

After taking care of everything, Bai Meng seemed to be in much better spirits. Ignoring everyone’s pleas, he insisted on going down. Mo Lei and the others desperately tried to stop him, refusing to let him go no matter what. Just as the standoff reached a stalemate, Mo Jiuge, who had remained silent throughout, finally stepped forward, “Bai Meng, I’ll go with you.”

Bai Meng’s obsidian-like eyes stared at him for a moment, the emotions within unfathomable. In the end, he gave a relieved smile, as if comforted by the company, and said, “Alright, Mo Jiuge.”

The group instantly erupted into chaos.

“You’re crazy!”

“Even the Vice-Captain is going along with the Captain’s nonsense?”

“Little Captain!!!…”

“Little Captain…” Mo Lei looked at the determined expression on the youth’s face with a complicated gaze. The latter responded only with a reassuring smile. As he smiled, his brows relaxed as if untouched by sorrow, free of any shadow or gloom.

“I just want to bring him back. Even if there’s only a one-in-ten-thousand chance, I still have to go. Because I know he will wait for me, and I cannot betray that wait. Besides…”

The youth’s brows curved as he smiled like a finely painted scroll, “I am the Captain of Xingge Hall. I swear by my honor, I will bring the Hall Master back.”