Transmigrated into the body of a prematurely deceased beloved child

Chapter 482 What to do when your genius senior brother is determined to die? (The End)

Si Yi was puzzled by Zhao Zhao's sudden blessing. Seeing that the other party's anger had reached its peak, he realized that he had achieved his goal of kidnapping Zhao Zhao.

He pretended to stumble, and the Phoenix Cry Sword shifted to Zhao Zhao's neck. Mu Yu instantly stepped forward to catch Zhao Zhao's body, while he retreated.

Out of the corner of his eye, he saw an elder flash to his side, his long sword thrusting towards him.

Si Yi's mind cleared up instantly. A relaxed smile appeared on his lips. Instead of dodging, he closed his eyes slightly and went straight to meet him.

The demonic seed stirred, and the demonic energy surged in an attempt to resist, but ultimately it could not shake his determination to die.

However, at that moment, Zhao Zhao, who should have been safely in Mu Yu's arms, suddenly appeared in front of him.

In a flash, the elder's longsword dodged and immediately pierced Zhao Zhao's chest, while Zhao Zhao's Chang Le sword also pierced his heart without hesitation.

"Since you're so eager to die, then I'll grant your wish!" Although Zhao Zhao's tone was ruthless and merciless, her eyes remained warm.

"Zhao Zhao!!!" Everyone was shocked by the scene and quickly surrounded them.

Meeting Zhao Zhao's still smiling eyes, Si Yi's eyes widened in panic. Without even glancing down at his chest, he used his last bit of strength to step forward and embrace Zhao Zhao's sliding body.

Their blood dripped onto the ground, and tears fell onto Zhao Zhao's pale face. Si Yi was filled with regret and disbelief, and her weak body roared intermittently.

"What...what are you doing up here? You...you're really going to be the death of me!"

"Mu...Ze Zhao, you...you're not allowed to die! If you die! I...I'll haunt you even as a ghost!"

Si Yi held Zhao Zhao's increasingly cold hand. His previously weak will to survive was now terrifyingly strong. He desperately maintained his consciousness and mobilized all the true energy in his body to enter Zhao Zhao's body.

What goes around comes around, and this time it was Zhao Zhao's turn to laugh without a care in the world. "Do you... still want to die now?"

"No...no!"

Si Yi shook her head desperately, frantically channeling her inner energy to keep him alive. Mu Yu snatched Zhao Zhao from his arms, and then, unable to hold on any longer, he collapsed. In his last moments, someone pried his hand, which was tightly gripping Zhao Zhao's, off...

.......

Lost in thought, Si Yi never expected that he would be able to open his eyes again on a bright, sunny day.

A gilded incense burner emitted warm, flowing smoke, and a familiar fragrance filled the air. Layers of bed curtains hung in the air, making everything appear hazy and unreal.

Si Yi propped himself up and sat up, his brows furrowing instantly. He lifted the gaudy bed curtains, and only then did the familiar layout of the room come into view.

Ruijing Palace.

This was Zhao Zhao's room. At this moment, his sluggish mind finally realized something, and he immediately stood up, but his weak body collapsed with a "thud!"

"this......"

A familiar, clear, youthful voice; long, smooth hair cascading down his chest; a weak, limp body; and an unusually quiet mind. He slowly raised his long, slender, fair hands, gradually realizing something.

This isn't his body, it's Zhao Zhao's body!

The scenes before her death flashed before her eyes again, and Si Yi clutched her chest, spitting out a mouthful of blood in agony.

"Zhao Zhao!"

"little Master!"

Outside, someone pushed the door open and came in. Si Yi's fierce eyes startled Lin Chen, who took several steps back.

Although he was puzzled, he ultimately ignored Si Yi's warning and helped the weak boy up from the ground.

"You're finally awake! Master and the rest of us were terrified."

Lin Chen looked at him with heartache as she wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and told him not to get too emotional.

Si Yi simply shook off Lin Chen's hand that was supporting his arm. He leaned on the table, approached the glass mirror, and the familiar and handsome face of the young man appeared before him once again.

"How could this be?"

He raised his hand to his face, his eyes red and complicated. Unexpectedly, a tear fell onto the table, wetting a corner of it.

"Little master, what's wrong?"

Si Yi seemed lost in thought, and asked softly, "Where is Si Yi?"

Lin Chen simply replied, "Dead. Not even a body was left."

"...The body is gone too..." Si Yi's legs went weak and she collapsed to the ground again. "What about Zhao Zhao? Where did Zhao Zhao go!"

"What?" Lin Chen asked, puzzled.

Si Yi then asked, "How did I come back to life?"

"He was rescued by the master and other elders." Although Si Yi's true energy was largely responsible for supporting his body, Lin Chen didn't want to mention this person.

Upon hearing this, Si Yi's expression turned horrified. Lin Chen tried to comfort her, but Si Yi became extremely agitated, shouting, "Where's Mu Yu! Where's Mu Yu?!"

He desperately needed someone reliable to explain why he was inside Zhao Zhao's body and where Zhao Zhao had gone!

Lin Chen hurriedly replied, "The demons have invaded, and Master has gone to fight them."

"You probably won't be back anytime soon, but your master will be very happy to know you've woken up."

"Ha!" Happy? His own son's body has been taken over by someone else, what's there to be happy about!

Si Yi kicked Lin Chen out, leaving only herself in the room and the little Nether Beast that had been silently guarding her in the bedding.

"Chewmi!"

"Get out!" Si Yi looked down at the Nether Beast at her feet, her cold eyes filled with pain.

Suddenly, the Nether Beast jumped onto his shoulder, and under Si Yi's murderous gaze, its small head bumped into Si Yi's forehead.

Si Yi sat at the table in a daze. The Nether Beast brought him paper and pen. His eyes were lifeless. He picked up the pen and wrote each stroke accurately and clearly on the paper.

"I am Zhao Zhao. You don't need to look for me anymore. Hahahaha, you didn't expect that I would get a chance to ascend to the Immortal Realm. This body is just sitting idle anyway, so I'll give it to you. But as a way of repaying you, you have to take care of my father for me. Humph."

"We will meet again, so this time you must not try to kill yourself again. You must cultivate well, live well, ascend to immortality, and then come find me."

When Si Yi regained consciousness, she found a note in her hand. Looking at the familiar handwriting and words, tears fell onto the paper again.

"Zhao Zhao..."

"Does the Upper Immortal Realm truly exist?"

...After that, relying on this note of dubious authenticity, Si Yi endured year after year, diligently cultivating, suppressing the turbulent demon race, and creating one legend after another.

He used this useless body to live a brilliant life in place of Zhao Zhao, just so that he could give Zhao Zhao an explanation when he saw him in the Immortal Realm in the future.

......

"Yi'er, you're back."

The Phoenix Spirit Sword Sect remained unchanged for decades. After returning from her training, Si Yi paid her respects to Mu Yu, saying, "Master."

He bowed respectfully, Chang Lejian slung behind his back, and standing against the light, he was dazzling and radiant.

The boy has grown up and is now a new generation of sword master.

Looking at his profound cultivation level, Mu Yu nodded in satisfaction: "Late stage of Nascent Soul, ascension is just around the corner."

Si Yi smiled gently as usual. Mu Yu looked at him, but his gaze drifted into the distance: "After you get to the Upper Immortal Realm, remember to ask that rebellious son if he still remembers his father."

"It's been so many years, and I've never even dreamed of it once."

"Sigh, they've probably forgotten about me."

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What to do when your genius senior brother is determined to die? (The End)