Chapter 818 Passing away
He, on the other hand, automatically downgraded a level and called himself a subordinate of Beishan Jiye. He did not fight for power or seek profit, and he did not have the face and style of a great demon king at all. It was really embarrassing.

He kicked him away, looked at the snot and tears on his robe with some disdain, and his face suddenly darkened: "Six hundred taels, remember to pay it back!"

Murong Ji no longer paid attention to Gu Yi, who was telling almost no truth, and walked into the Beishan warehouse with his hands behind his back. At a glance, he could see that the warehouse was several thousand square meters.

The various materials and medicines on the shelves are dazzling, which is enough to show Beishan's heritage and strength.

This kind of accumulation can leave the human race and Tushan far behind.

Suddenly, Murong Ji stopped and turned around. In the corner, there was an ancient zither placed upright. It could barely be considered a magic weapon, but it was of a lower quality.

The whole body is dark red, and the strings are a little loose, but the ancient charm is extremely obvious.

Murong Ji walked forward, squatted down and pondered it carefully, then he remembered that he had seen this guqin in the memories of Long Ba and Long Jiu. This was the guqin that the guqin girl Miss Meng played at that time.

Murong Ji raised his eyebrows slightly, thinking that this thing might be useful. After thinking for a while, he turned to Gu Yi and said, "Give your emperor a message, keep this thing well, maybe we can use it in the future."

Gu Yi was stunned for a moment, "We?" Then he reacted and nodded quickly, saying, "Don't worry, I will definitely pass on the message."

Murong Ji walked around the Beishan warehouse and exchanged pills for anything he liked. He gained quite a lot in a short period of time.

After leaving Beishan City, I looked up into the depths of Beishan. The power of heaven and earth there had subsided. It seemed that the battle between Tushan Yaya and Shi Kuan had come to an end.

Murong Ji did not stop and flew quickly in the direction where Tushan Yaya was at this time.

After a moment, Murong Ji slowly landed beside Tushan Yaya. Before he could speak, he smelled a bloody odor and became curious for a moment.

Looking Tushan Yaya up and down, she seemed calm and composed, but her breathing was disordered, she was weak, and her face was pale, which made Tushan Yaya, like a queen, look even colder and more elegant.

Murong Ji suddenly smiled and asked, "Lost? With your level of cultivation...it's only natural that you lost."

Tushan Yaya had a cold face. If looks could kill, Murong Ji would have died hundreds of times. She gnashed her teeth in hatred. The endless coldness around her pressed towards Murong Ji, and the desire to freeze him into an ice sculpture became stronger and stronger.

Murong Ji, however, didn't care at all and just joined Tushan in making noise.

After a moment of silence, Tushan Yaya said, "I won."

"Puchi!" Murong Ji sneered.

Tushan Yaya glared at Murong Ji fiercely.

“Haha, sorry, I couldn’t help it. It’s not that I look down on you. Even if your cultivation is high, as long as you haven’t reached the Great Demon Emperor and touched the threshold above the Great Demon Emperor, you can’t beat the North Mountain Demon Emperor.”

Murong Ji's face was full of smiles. Tushan Yaya had just stepped into the realm of Demon King. There were many things she didn't know, and she didn't understand very well. In short, she only had a vague understanding.

"He's just giving in to you. Beishan Demon Emperor Shi Kuan has always had a sense of the overall situation. In the past conflicts between humans and demons, he was the one who suppressed most of the demon tribes at the Beishan border. Otherwise, a fight would have broken out long ago."

"Now, Shi Kuan and Huan Du Qingtian have also seen the future situation of the demon race. They also naturally know that the demon alliance needs a leader to negotiate with the human race and strive for the future situation."

Murong Ji took out the health-preserving coffin, watched Tushan Yaya sit in it, and followed her.

Entering the health-preserving coffin, Tushan Yaya curled up on the bed, curling up her tall, charming and attractive body, gritting her teeth to endure the pain in her body.

Murong Ji took a few bottles of pills from the medicine shelf, poured out a few pills, walked to Tushan Yaya, and motioned for her to eat them.

Tushan Yaya did not hesitate and swallowed the pill in one gulp. Then she lay down on the bed again, slowly taking advantage of the medicine to heal her injuries.

After the drug took effect, the pain eased a little, her brows relaxed a little, and Tushan Yaya finally exhaled a breath.

"With your current strength, you can only beat Fan Yunfei. Fan Yunfei is not in the right state, and he has no intention of fighting you."

"As for the other two demon kings, they are all giving in to you. From the perspective of the demon race, Tushan is more suitable for contacting the human race than them, because... there is me..."

Murong Ji murmured, he was quite considerate, explaining the situation in detail and telling Tushan Yaya bit by bit.

"They beat you up and lost to you. They are telling you that they are stronger than you, but they are just selling Tushan's face."

"What a trouble!" Although Tushan Yaya looks cool and attractive, she still has a childish temper at heart.

Murong Ji shook his head and smiled, no longer paying attention to Tushan Yaya, and turned around to do his own thing.

a few days later.

The news that Tushan Yaya defeated the Demon Emperor of Beishan spread to all forces in the circle. Everyone with a discerning eye knew what was going on and did not say much.

Only then did Tushan Yaya, the leader of the Demon Alliance, gain a foothold and was able to issue many orders.

Back to Tushan.

Tushan Yaya went to recuperate without saying a word.

Murong Ji made contact with Tushan Rongrong, told them the attitudes of all parties, and then talked about the changes in the situation and the implementation of the "Breaking the Circle Plan".

It was almost midnight, and Murong Ji had just returned to Twin Peaks. Suddenly, the ring on his finger lit up, and Murong Ji's heart skipped a beat, with a bad premonition spreading over his mind.

Coming back to his senses, Murong Ji gently turned the ring, and after it was connected, Wang Quanzui's voice came from the other side.

"Come back, I miss you." The voice was weak, a little frail, and lacking in energy.

Murong Ji's heart skipped a beat. He couldn't hear anything wrong with the voice, but the feeling was not good. "Wait for me, I'll be back soon."

Without any hesitation, he flew out of the Twin Peaks on his sword and rushed to the human border overnight.

One day and two nights.

It was almost dawn when Murong Ji arrived at the border of the human race.

He was too lazy to pay attention to anything else and rushed into the bedroom. Standing at the door, he saw Wang Quanzui leaning on the bed with a ruddy face, and he didn't look like anything was wrong.

"You're back?!" Wang Quanzui smiled and narrowed his eyes. Then he got up and washed up. "You haven't had breakfast yet, wash up and we'll eat together."

Murong Ji was stunned for a moment, but did not answer. He took a few steps forward, walked to Wang Quanzui's side, felt his pulse, and his heart sank.

Wang Quanzui...his life span is over.

For a moment, Murong Ji felt extremely sad. He didn't like him very much, but after all, he was the person who had been with him for decades!
Wang Quanzui took his hand and patted it gently as a way of comforting him.

The couple looked at each other for a long time without saying a word. With years of tacit understanding, they naturally understood each other's thoughts.

The corners of Murong Ji's mouth trembled, and he uttered three words, "I'm back."

"Well, let's wash up and have breakfast first, then we'll go back and take a look. I've been at the border for so many years, but I haven't been back yet." Wang Quanzui looked calm. She had expected this day to come.

Ever since the death of my sister-in-law Dongfang Huaizhu, I have started to prepare myself mentally.

"it is good."

Murong Ji walked up and washed Wang Quan's face while she was drunk and putting on makeup. Then, with the help of several maids, he changed into clean clothes.

After breakfast, he carried her back to Qingyun Mountain. He stayed in Chenjiazhuang for a few days and went to Qingyun Mountain to pay respect to the ancestor.

Afterwards, under the guidance of Wang Quanzui, Murong Ji finally saw the place where the members of the Masked Group gathered.

Wang Quanzui looked at her for a few times as if expressing his nostalgia, and then asked Murong Ji to take her to the place outside the circle where the accident happened.

It was as if they were retracing the journey of the Mask Group back then. After wandering for a long time, they finally returned to Chenjiazhuang.

After moving, Wang Quanzui was immersed in the quiet and peaceful scene and atmosphere.

"You know what? I saw you at the Yang family wedding. My eldest brother and I talked about you before you showed up."

Murong Ji suddenly realized something and couldn't remember anything. He pursed his lips but didn't say anything.

Wang Quanzui grabbed Murong Ji's neck, pulled him tight, and moved closer, carefully looking at Murong Ji's expression and reaction, as well as his face that had not changed in decades.

"That day... Uncle Fei asked me whether I wanted to be a secluded person for the rest of my life like my brother, or marry into the Chen family and become your wife... I was happy at the time..."

"Being in the outside world has shattered all my pride and self-confidence. I am no longer myself... But if I can marry someone who has come back intact from the outside world... it would still be nice."

As he spoke, Wang Quanzui had already taken off Murong Ji's clothes, gently stroked his body, hugged him tightly, and suddenly lay down on the bed, letting Murong Ji press on him.

Murong Ji sighed, "If you do it now... it will shorten your lifespan..." Murong Ji's hand gently stroked Wang Quanzui's face.

Over the years, I have taken good care of her and she has not aged at all, but she has matured and is no longer the little girl she used to be.

"So what? How long do I have left to live... I just want you..."

Half a month passed, and Wang Quanzui's last bit of energy was about to be exhausted. Murong Ji's expression finally became a little tense.

"After I die... put my skills into the mask, just like my fourth brother..."

Murong Ji sat at the head of the bed, gently held Wang Quanzui's hand, was silent for a while, nodded and said, "Okay."

As the sky was about to brighten, Wang Quan became drunk and passed away.

Murong Ji did not hold a grand funeral, but simply notified those who were familiar with him in the Taoist Alliance to come and pay their respects.

After only one day of reception, Murong Ji announced to the public that he would no longer receive guests.

The next day, the entire Qingyun Mountain closed its gates. Murong Ji opened the furnace with an expressionless face and smelted the ten masks... He extracted the spiritual power and sexual energy that Wang Quanzui had sealed up, and smelted them into the masks.

Afterwards, Wang Quanzui was buried in the mausoleum on the back mountain, and his spirit tablet was placed in the ancestral temple, at the location of the Dazhu Peak lineage.

(End of this chapter)