Xie Lian shouted, “Qi Rong, shut up!”

Lang Qianqiu turned his head suddenly and said, "Why did you ask him to shut up? So what he said is the truth? You and Anle both fought in the Gilded Palace, one killed all my relatives, and the other killed my father. You are all lying to me?!"

Xie Lian said, “Don’t listen…” Qi Rong interrupted, “Of course they are all lying to you! You are so stupid, who else can they lie to? If they hadn’t interfered, the Xianle people would have killed you when you were twelve years old. How could they have allowed you to live to this age and ascend to heaven?”

Lang Qianqiu asked, "Twelve years old?" A major event that happened when he was twelve years old was that he was kidnapped by thieves and was rescued by Xie Lian. Lang Qianqiu asked, "Were the thieves who broke into the palace that year sent by the Xianle people?"

Qi Rong said, "Nonsense! Do you think there are any ordinary assassins who can kidnap their prince in front of hundreds of royal warriors? Isn't it me who helped An Le?"

Lang Qianqiu nodded and said, "Help? Okay, I understand. So, so the friends are fake. You Xianle people don't care about our goodwill at all. You, the King of Anle, have bad intentions and are here to take our lives."

He turned to Xie Lian again and said, “So, what you said was also false.”

Qi Rong pretended to be curious and said, "Come on, let me hear what my saintly cousin said to you."

Lang Qianqiu ignored him and only said to Xie Lian, “What you said is that Yong’an and Xianle were originally one country, and that any conflicts between the royal family have nothing to do with the people. The people on both sides were originally one family, and things can change in our generation. As long as the people are well, it doesn’t matter what the royal family’s surname is. The two sides can resolve their grievances and reunite, but that’s all fake. It’s all bullshit, bullshit, and lies!”

This was the last thing Xie Lian wanted to hear, so he immediately said, “No! It’s not fake. Think about it, hasn’t it really changed in your hands?”

Lang Qianqiu stopped talking, his chest heaving. Xie Lian said, “Didn’t you do a good job? Didn’t the Xianle survivors integrate well with the Yong’an people? And there were fewer and fewer disputes in later generations. How could it be fake?”

After a long silence, Lang Qianqiu said with tears in his eyes: "But...but what about my father, the emperor and my mother? The fusion of Yong'an and Xianle was originally their greatest wish, so they named the last person of your clan the King of Anle. Their wish has been fulfilled, but what will be their fate?"

Qi Rong spat, "You are a crying devil, just like my saintly cousin! You're asking us for your parents, but I haven't even asked your ancestors for them. What do you mean by your wish to merge the two sides, so you gave him the title of Anle? It sounds nice to say, Anle Anle, Anle first and happiness second. Do you think I can't see that this is what you Yong'an dogs mean by wanting to trample on the heads of Xianle people for the rest of your lives?"

Xie Lian said angrily, “Qi Rong, stop being sick!”

Lang Qianqiu stared at Qi Rong with tears in his eyes and said, "Were you the one behind the killing of my relatives? Were you also involved in the Gilded Banquet?"

Qi Rong grinned and said, "Yes, I have a share, Anle has a share, your master has a share, and the three of us in Xianle all have a share. Hahahahahahaha..."

Unexpectedly, when he was halfway through laughing, Lang Qianqiu suddenly swung his heavy sword downwards. Qi Rong screamed, and was cut in two!

The scene was extremely bloody. Qi Rong’s two halves of his body rolled on the ground, but his upper body said, “It doesn’t hurt, it doesn’t hurt, it doesn’t hurt at all. Compared to the palm strike from my cousin the Crown Prince, you’re far inferior! Hahahahahaha!”

Lang Qianqiu said nothing, grabbed his head and lifted it up. Qi Rong was still making sarcastic remarks, but Xie Lian could see that something was wrong with Lang Qianqiu's expression, and said, "Qi Rong, if you still want to live, stop talking!"

He was always gentle and polite to others, but Qi Rong was a person who could not be treated with common sense. He knew this very well, so whenever he met him, Xie Lian did not want to be polite at all and could not help but become rude. Lang Qianqiu dragged Qi Rong's upper body to the big pot where the boiling water was bubbling and said, "Do you usually eat people with this pot?"

Qi Rong was dragged all the way, leaving a thick bloody mark on the ground, and said, "Yes. What do you want?"

As soon as he finished answering, Lang Qianqiu let go.

“Aaaaaahahahahahaha—”

It was unknown whether Qi Rong was screaming or laughing, but he was thrown into the cauldron and his skin was scalded. Xie Lian had never expected such a scene to happen. His pupils suddenly contracted and he blurted out, "Qian Qiu!"

Lang Qianqiu said sternly, "What's wrong? Green Ghost Qi Rong, he has eaten so many living people, can't he also have a taste of being cooked? He is my clan-destroying enemy, can't I make him suffer too?!"

Of course. Therefore, Xie Lian could not say anything. He had no right to speak. However, whether as a prince of a country in the mortal world or as the Eastern Martial God in heaven, Lang Qianqiu had never done such a thing. He always killed when he wanted to kill, and disdained to use such cruel means. This was very different from the Lang Qianqiu Xie Lian knew.

Qi Rong was thrown into the boiling water by him. After a while, when he was fished out, he was no longer in human form. He was boiled into a mass of flesh that looked like it had melted away. In some places, his bones were even exposed. It was very scary. But he seemed very pleased. He was still laughing and said, "Cousin, congratulations! Look at your good disciple. He has grown up and knows how to torture people!"

Lang Qianqiu let go again, and Qi Rong was thrown into the boiling water again. This time, after being thrown in, it seemed that even his skeleton was melted by the broth. Qi Rong never floated up again, and only a few pieces of green clothes were left floating on the water. Xie Lian didn't see him for a long time, and couldn't help but said, "Qi Rong!"

His cousin used to call him the prince cousin all the time, and he always admired him and worshipped him. However, after the fall of Xianle Kingdom, he turned into a madman. He took the lead in burning his temples and smashing his palaces, and built kneeling stone statues and thresholds of the prince everywhere. In order to make him suffer, he would do anything at any cost. Xie Lian always tolerated his behavior. If it involved others, he would try his best to stop it. In the end, he could not bear it anymore and could only hope that the two would not meet. Later, the two did not meet again for many years, and he thought Qi Rong had passed away. Who knew that after so long, he suddenly met an old friend again in this world, and saw that face that was three-quarters similar to his. He really couldn't tell whether he had a trace of nostalgia in his heart. After all, there are only two of them left in the Xianle royal family in the world. But not long after they met, he suddenly saw him die in front of him, and he was killed in such a cruel way by Lang Qianqiu who was unwilling to use caning. There were so many ups and downs in such a short period of time. I didn't know what to feel for a while, and my heart was in turmoil. Lang Qianqiu stood beside the big pot, bowed his head and said nothing. At this time, Hua Cheng said: "He's not dead."

Lang Qianqiu looked up at him. Hua Cheng said, "You don't think you've avenged yourself like this, do you? You've only killed one of his clones at most. If you really want to kill him once and for all, you have to find Qi Rong's ashes."

Lang Qianqiu said coldly: "Thank you for your reminder, I will definitely catch him myself and use his ashes to commemorate my father, the emperor and my mother. After that, I will find you to settle it. Imperial Master, don't even think about running away again!"

After he finished speaking, he swung his sword and chopped the cauldron apart, then left. Boiling water gushed out, and the broken bones and debris in the cauldron rushed to the ground. Xie Lian wanted to chase after him, but he knew in his heart that it was useless.

He stopped walking and stood there, speechless. Hua Cheng walked up and said, "He just found out the truth. It's better to let him calm down."

Xie Lian was stunned and asked, “Why do you have to let him know? Does it matter what the truth is?”

Hua Cheng said: "It is very important. He needs to understand what you did and what you didn't do, and why you did it."

Xie Lian turned around abruptly and said in a cold voice, “What’s the point of knowing so much? Could it be that if I kill fewer people, I will have more difficulties?”

Hua Cheng was silent. A sudden surge of anger rose up in Xie Lian's chest, and he didn't know who he was angry at. He blurted out, "What bullshit difficulties do I have? His father wanted to merge the two clans, did I kill him? King Anle is the last bloodline of my family, did I kill him? I deserve everything, isn't it better to blame it all on me? What am I afraid of? Even if they all come after me, I won't die! Originally, it was only my good deed, and I was the only one who caused trouble. Now King Anle is also counted, Qi Rong is also counted, and all the people in Xianle are counted. Isn't it better to hate one person than a group of people? Do I have to let him find out that everything I taught him in the past was really all fake, empty, worthless, and bullshit?!"

Hua Cheng just looked at him quietly without arguing. The two looked at each other for a moment, and Xie Lian suddenly covered his face and said, "I'm sorry. Sanlang, I'm sorry. I'm afraid I've gone crazy. I'm sorry."

Hua Cheng said: "It's okay. It's my fault."

Xie Lian said, “No, you are not wrong. It’s my problem.”

He sat down on the ground, holding his head, and said, "It's a mess. It's a mess."

After a moment, Hua Cheng also sat down beside him and said, "You are right."

Xie Lian held his head in his hands and said nothing. Hua Cheng said, “Kill Prince Yong’an to protect the remaining people of Xianle. Kill Prince Anle to prevent the two clans from fighting again. In the end, they died at the hands of Lang Qianqiu, and the murderer was executed. Three lives in exchange for several generations of peace, it’s the most cost-effective, I will do the same. Listen to me.”

He said in a firm tone, leaving no room for doubt, "You are right. No one can do better than you."

After a long silence, Xie Lian said, “I just think it’s not right.”

He slowly raised his face and said, "I just feel that a person has shown good intentions but has not received good results. I don't think it should be like this.

"Even if it's fake, I want Qianqiu to remember that if he treats Xianle well, Xianle will treat him well too. Do the right thing and move forward courageously. Instead of thinking like now that what I told him and what he believed before were all fake, lies, and deceptions. It's all fucking bullshit! I just..."

He raised his right hand, looked at it, and said, "...I've suffered enough, and I don't want others to suffer again."

Hua Cheng listened quietly. Xie Lian realized that he had just said another vulgar word, and said, "I'm sorry. But look at how ridiculous things are in this world. The previous generations of Yong'an did not die a good death for their evil deeds, but when it came to Lang Qianqiu's parents, they wanted to do something good and do something great, but this is the end of them."

The Lord of Yong'an respected him as the State Master, and had been respecting him for five years. Even at the last moment of his life, he left with his trust in him. Xie Lian stared straight ahead and whispered, "I can't forget... the expression on his face when I stabbed him with my sword."

Hua Cheng said calmly: "Forget it. It was Qi Rong and Prince Anle's fault."

Xie Lian shook his head, buried his head between his knees, and said tiredly: “…Originally everything was fine.”

Lang Qianqiu's father ascended the throne and changed the previous generation's style of suppressing the remnants of Xianle. The people of Xianle and Yong'an finally lived in peace for decades. When they saw a turnaround, a sign of integration, and hope of staying away from disputes, King Anle chose this time to bloodbath the Gilded Banquet.

On the way to escape, he found King Anle that night. He originally wanted to warn him not to cause trouble in the future. However, the only descendant of his family excitedly grabbed him after learning his true identity and asked him to join the cause of revenge and restoration of the country. His eyes were fanatical and his voice was passionate, which made people shudder. He vowed to wipe out the Gilded Banquet first, then destroy Lang Qianqiu, and turn Yong'an upside down. Even if it broke the goodwill between the two groups of people who had begun to release each other, even if it sacrificed all the survivors of Xianle, as long as they could drag the Yong'an royal family and Yong'an people to hell together, they would not hesitate.

However, killing is killing. No matter how high-sounding the reasons are, no matter how many "forced" reasons there are, the fact is that he personally killed a wise ruler who truly wanted to tolerate dissidents, as well as the last bloodline of his family left in the world.

So, he deserves it.