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Chapter 5734: Extra - Mu Xingchen: Granting You a Lifetime of Peace
In a forest in the outskirts.
A simply dressed man in blue sat beneath a small tree, eating his dry rations.
Suddenly, he heard the faint "clanging" sound of swords clashing, gradually approaching from outside.
Three or five burly men were circling and blocking each other, fighting as they retreated towards him.
"Chirp, chirp." A small wooden mechanical bird, flapping its wings, flew back and forth around the man's shoulder, noisily chirping, "Mu Xingchen, Mu Xingchen."
Mu Xingchen sighed, raised his hand to pat the little mechanical bird's head, and slowly got up.
He couldn't even eat in peace; he even ran into people fighting here.
He saw that the three or five burly men seemed to be fighting randomly, not knowing who was attacking whom. Their swords were completely indiscriminate, striking anyone they saw.
After a quarter of an hour, three of them lay on the ground cursing, with only two still fighting.
Mu Xingchen, biting his steamed bun, really couldn't stand it anymore, so he asked, "Are you guys done fighting?"
"Shut up!" The two burly men, who were hacking at each other, turned their heads and roared fiercely at Mu Xingchen.
"I'd very much like to shut up, but your commotion is truly disturbing the peace."
Originally, he had been thinking of taking a nap after finishing his bun.
Now, with these guys stirring things up, it seemed he wouldn't get the chance.
"You, you! Just shut up when I tell you to shut up! Why so much nonsense,"
One of the burly men in the fight, holding a large saber, cursed fiercely and hacked at the opponent's neck.
Upon seeing this, Mu Xingchen's finger moved slightly, and a streak of fire wound its way forward.
It suddenly struck the burly man's saber!
With a loud clang, the more than one-meter-long saber in the burly man's hand suddenly fell to the ground.
Everyone's faces tightened in surprise, and they glanced back at Mu Xingchen in terror.
They instantly realized that this person, though appearing in coarse clothes and dusty from travel, was actually a rare expert.
For small fries like them, who mixed at the bottom, he could crush them with a single finger.
Yet, just now, they had been glaring and cursing at him with hostile and arrogant attitudes?
Thinking of this, the burly man broke out in a cold sweat.
With a "thud," he knelt on the ground, repeatedly kowtowing and begging, "Brave sir, spare my life, brave sir, spare my life."
Mu Xingchen couldn't help but feel speechless. Did he look like a mountain bandit or a robber?
"Shut up, you're too noisy," Mu Xingchen coldly ordered.
"Yes, yes, yes!" The burly man, drenched in sweat, nervously asked, "May I ask your esteemed identity? This humble one is deserving of ten thousand deaths for offending you. Please, for the sake of ignorance not being a crime, spare this humble one's life."
Mu Xingchen originally had no intention of striking; he had only intervened because he found the other party's behavior a bit excessive.
Seeing the man so terrified, he felt a little remorseful.
So he said indifferently, "Why are you fighting?"
The men, who had lost too much blood from fighting, looked at each other.
It seemed they were all severely injured, with some blood on their bodies and faces.
It was the man whose saber had dropped to the ground who spoke, "We found a Level-Earth medicinal herb in the forest."
They then started fighting to snatch this rare Level-Earth medicinal herb.
Actually, the price of Level-Earth medicinal herbs in Shenzhou wasn't too high.
But for ordinary farmers, this was definitely a precious medicinal herb.
Selling it would yield considerable profit, which could help improve their family's conditions.
The man continued, "After we saw this Level-Earth medicinal herb, none of us were willing to let go, and we couldn't reach an agreement, so in the end..."
Mu Xingchen couldn't help but feel speechless. So, in the end, they reached an agreement to simply settle the matter through a fight.
Whoever was still alive and standing at the end of the fight would be the owner of this Level-Earth medicinal herb.
For a young master from an aristocratic family like Mu Xingchen, it was hard to imagine before that people would actually fight to the death over a Level-Earth medicinal herb.
But in the past half year, he had traveled extensively across the Three Provinces, specifically choosing remote areas.
Having traveled and seen so much, he had also learned about the hardships of the common people.
There would always be a gap between the rich and the poor in this world; some drowned in abundance, while others withered in drought.
This was not something he, a mere commoner, could control.
He just wanted to go out and travel, to gain more experience, and besides...
He reached out and stroked the little mechanical bird beside him.
The little mechanical bird was still calling out "Mu Xingchen, Mu Xingchen" very enthusiastically.
He suddenly remembered what Sikong Fuling had said that day.
["Mu Xingchen, if I die in this battle. I hope... that one day when you recall me, your heart won't be filled entirely with hatred and disappointment. I hope you can at least think of our predicament that day in the Realm of Misfortune."]
He actually really wanted to ask Miss Sikong: Are you truly tired of living this life? If there is a next life, would you hope to meet the one you love a little earlier?
Perhaps due to their differing stances, even the slightest spark of affection that might have ignited in their hearts was immediately extinguished by both of them at the time.
He didn't know if she had ever regretted it; Mu Xingchen no longer wanted to recall these things.
Mu Xingchen waved to the crowd, took another bite of his bun, and turned to leave the forest with a carefree air.
He couldn't manage so many things. Since they wanted to resolve disputes in such a way, then let them be.
As for himself, he would continue to walk whatever path he chose.
There were too many injustices in the world; he couldn't reach out to help with every single matter, or concern himself with trivialities.
Now, he simply wanted to accompany this little mechanical bird and wander around.
Perhaps he would settle in a small village, living a lifetime of fishing, woodcutting, and farming, or perhaps...
He wouldn't stop anywhere, going wherever his feet took him, until he reached the end.
All of that was for later. For now, he just wanted to wander like this.
["Brother-in-law, can I ask you for one thing? Can you make me a smaller mechanical bird, preferably one that can hold a wisp of a soul within it? Can you?"]
During the final battle, a volley of arrows was fired, and Miss Sikong fearlessly shielded her elder brother from countless arrows.
In the end, her body was severely damaged, with little left, leaving behind only a faint wisp of her spirit.
Mu Xingchen placed this fragmented soul into the belly of the small mechanical bird.
Every day, no matter where he went, he could hear her joyfully calling out: "Mu Xingchen, Mu Xingchen."
Yet, she only knew how to utter those three words...
But even so, his wish was fulfilled.
Reaching out to touch the little mechanical bird perched on his shoulder, Mu Xingchen smiled faintly and stepped forward.
Miss Sikong, if there truly is a next life, I will find you before your elder brother does.
I will grant you a lifetime of peace, and never again force you to make any choices...
(End)