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Ling Mumei's inner force was like a torrent, surging inside Ye Mo Han's body, causing severe pain to his internal organs. This kind of pain was unbearable for Ye Mo. He could clearly feel that his Qi was resisting the invasion of another country. It was as if those powers were guarding their own homes, intertwining with Ling Mumei's internal energy. However, Ye Mo Han's own Qi was too insignificant in front of this unceasing torrent of Qi. Not long after fighting back, it was swept up by this torrent of Qi and blood to Ye Mo Han's body.

Ling Mumei had been at the bottom of the valley for forty years, and he had traversed the undercurrent seven times in search of the body of Lu Jingchen. After leaving the valley for the first time, Ling Mumei's internal energy had been greatly damaged. She had spent half a month searching for Lu Jingchen's corpse, but when she failed, she had snuck back into the valley to focus on cultivation. The second and third time was the same, but on the fourth time, Ling Mumei suddenly felt an inexplicable attachment to this valley. Perhaps the Ling Mumei of that time had treated this place as her final resting place. A person doesn't have the right to choose the environment in which they were born, but they should have the right to choose the final destination. If this was a way of not harming others, then it deserved permission. Forty years passed by one day, and Ling Mumei had used all her energy to cultivate her internal energy. One could imagine the purity of her internal energy.

In the white light, Ye Wen's eyes were closed, his forehead was pinched together, and his mouth was half-open, but no sound came out. There seemed to be countless iron hammers pounding on his body. If one looked closely, one would be able to see the hidden beads of sweat on his forehead, which were the result of enduring pain. Time slowly passed, but it would not change because of anything. However, to Ye Wen, it seemed as if it was stretched out for an instant. Those who are able to endure and survive are worthy of admiration and respect.

Ye Wen Han opened his eyes. Stars had already appeared in the sky at the bottom of the valley. Ye Mo Han did not even know when he had fainted. Ling Mumei was currently sitting cross-legged beside Ye Mo Han, with her eyes closed and her body motionless.

"Senior, how are you?" Ye Mo crawled up, but he didn't feel uncomfortable at all. On the contrary, he felt like he had a huge amount of energy in his body, and wanted to howl into the sky.

Ling Mumei slowly opened her eyes, as if she had used up all of her strength, "All of my internal energy throughout my life, has been transferred into your body. I hope that you can convert all of this internal energy into your own within five years. "

It would take a while for two people's powers to enter one person's body. When two people's Qi flowed into one's body, the two types of Qi would certainly reject each other. When it was repelled, it would randomly collide with the blood and meridians in the body, and if one was not careful, their meridians would explode and die. When Ling Mumei had imparted her skills to Ye Mo Han, she had already anticipated this situation and did her best to suppress the power within Ye Mo Han's body. However, this suppression was only a temporary measure. If Ye Mo Han did not lead the way in time, there would also be great danger, until he could turn Ling Mumei's entire martial arts power into his own.

Right now, Ye Wen's body was cold and filled with an immense amount of energy. He was like a volcano that could erupt at any time. Right now, Ye Mo's body was cold and the internal Qi was nothing to him. However, the power of the external force would only grow stronger as Ye Mo Han's mastery of his inner strength increased.

Ling Mumei's face was filled with ravines, her expression could not be seen. Ye Chanhan could clearly see that Ling Mumei did not have a single trace of life, and he could even feel that Ling Mumei's aura was becoming weaker and weaker, while his body was also gradually turning ice-cold. Ye Chanhan seemed to be seeing a person die for the first time, so his emotions became complicated. Ye Mo Han Han's grief was mixed with a lot of guilt, because he understood that he was unable to repay Ling Mumei's favor.

Unrefundable things were the easiest things to feel guilty about.

"Senior." Ye Han lowered his head and cried out. His chest felt like it was burning, and he could not say another word. When his grandfather had passed away, Ye Wen had once experienced this sort of feeling.

Ling Mumei wanted to raise her arm, but had no choice but to give up. She comforted Ye Mo Han, "This broken body of mine will eventually die in this valley. It wouldn't be a waste of my decades of effort if I passed on my strength to you."

Ling Mumei's words came in short bursts, and after she finished speaking, she panted heavily. Only after a while did she finally calm down. Ye Mo Han's eyes moistened as he said: "Senior, if there is anything you need me to do, tell me and I will definitely help you accomplish it."

"You still need to spend some time to cultivate in the water, or else you won't be able to get out." Ling Mumei once again used all her strength to say these two words. He opened his eyes wide and stared at Ye Mo for a moment. Ye Mo Han saw that Ling Mumei's eyes were big and hollow, and that his eyes were gradually losing focus. Ling Mumei's pupils seemed to have a gentle and graceful figure flashing about within them. Ling Mumei suddenly opened her mouth and was about to say something, but after taking two deep breaths, she shut her mouth. His eyes also closed. This person who was known as the top three in his youth had suddenly died at the bottom of this nameless valley.

Ling Mumei smiled as if she was in a beautiful dream. Perhaps he was already with Lu Jingchen by this time, and the two of them had gone to the world where there was no conflict, no love, no hate. There, Ling Mumei and Lu Jingchen can put aside the grudges of the previous generation and tell each other their grievances. Ye Mo Han knelt in front of Ling Mumei, the guilt in his heart growing stronger and stronger. He felt that Ling Mumei died because of him. This kind of guilt would spread throughout a person's body without end. Therefore, Ye Mo Han's heart yearned for Ling Mumei to ask for something before she died. Even if Ye Mo Han couldn't do it, it would lessen the guilt deep within his heart.

Against Ye Mo Han's expectations, Ling Mumei did not ask him to do anything even until she died. This was originally a relationship that could not be repaid. The love and help of an elder had consumed Ling Mumei's life.

That night, Ye Jianhan dug a place for Ling Mumei to rest in the fields where the millet was planted. Life had not even been a hundred years, yet everyone's fate was the same. Ye Jianhan could not help but feel sad when he thought of how he was going to be buried in the earth in the future. Ye Chanhan's sadness was not that he would eventually die, but that the person who buried him would be sad because of his death. At this time, Ye Wen felt really cold and lonely. Originally, he didn't care if he was alone or not. He was even envious of how good the wind was, so he could leave as soon as he said. However, the moment he buried Ling Mumei in the ground, Ye Wen felt that he needed someone to accompany him. As for this person, it would be best if he was the woman that he loved and loved.

Ling Mumei's final destination was not a bulging grave, but something that was level with the ground. This was what Ye Mo Han had done on purpose. Before long, the loose soil would become one with the surrounding soil, a testament to Ling Mumei's burial. However, it didn't matter. After Ye Mo Han left, no one else would come to the valley. This place also did not exist in the world that people knew of.