5 A Tragic End

[Updated] [Rewritten]

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"Well, you are dying Yuan!"

As Yichen's words reached his ears, Rong Yuan's initial confusion quickly dissipated, his mind piecing together the events that had led to this moment. A wave of anger swept through him as he realized the full extent of the deception that had been perpetrated against him.

His fists clenched and his jaw tightened as he struggled to contain the rage that threatened to overwhelm him. How could he have been so blind to the machinations of his enemies? The realization stung him deeply, fueling his fury and igniting a burning desire for revenge.

"I will kill you! Yichen!"

Rong Yuan's eyes blazed with fury as he shouted out his threat to Yichen, his voice ringing out with all the force of his rage. But his enemy merely chuckled, his expression mocking as he taunted Rong Yuan with careless ease.

"Do you really think you can kill me, Yuan?" Yichen jeered, his finger pointing accusingly at his foe. "You're not looking too comfortable right now, are you?"

Rong Yuan's confusion quickly turned to alarm as he felt an overwhelming discomfort spreading through his body. It was as if his internal organs were being squeezed and twisted, the pain rising with each passing moment. His spirit power was going berserk, damaging his organs and leaving him helpless to resist.

He struggled to comprehend what was happening to him, but the pain was too great, overwhelming his senses and leaving him gasping for breath. He knew then that he was in grave danger, and that he had underestimated the scheme of his enemy.

Rong Yuan's body trembled with pain as he gasped for breath, his mind reeling from the shock of what had been done to him. Sweat poured from his brow as he struggled to ease the agony that wracked his body.

"What did you do to me?" he demanded, his voice strained with the effort of speaking.

Yichen's expression was cold as he spoke, his words laced with cruel amusement. "As Rouer said, we finished our plan to kill you. She was the one who administered the poison pill that now courses through your veins. You received a Superior Grade Pill that was actually laced with poison. The pain you're feeling must be excruciating, given that you ingested it with two Superior Grade Spirit Supporting Pills."

Rong Yuan's eyes widened in disbelief as the truth of the situation sunk in. He had been poisoned by his enemy, betrayed by those he had trusted. The pain was more intense than anything he had ever experienced, and he knew that his time was running out.

"So it was poison..." he murmured, his voice barely audible. The shock of the revelation was almost too much to bear, and he knew that his life was slipping away with each passing moment. But even as he faced his own mortality, he vowed to seek vengeance against those who had wronged him, to make them pay for their treachery and deceit.

Yichen's words dripped with sadistic pleasure as he described the effects of the poison that was now ravaging Rong Yuan's body. His enemies looked on with unconcealed glee, delighting in the suffering they had inflicted upon their foe.

"The Heart Light Support Pill, as we call it, is a deadly poison disguised as a healing tonic," Yichen explained, relishing the torture he was inflicting upon Rong Yuan. "You may have felt a brief respite from your pain, but now the true effects are taking hold. Your organs will be crushed by the poison, and your heart will be destroyed. And there's nothing you can do to stop it."

Rong Yuan's body writhed in agony as the poison spread through his veins, his heart pounding with fear and pain. He knew that he was facing certain death, and the knowledge was almost too much to bear.

As Yichen approached him with his golden sword, Rong Yuan braced himself for the killing blow. He knew that his time had come, but even in the face of death, he refused to show any weakness or fear.

Yichen's playful smile turned to anger at the defiant nature of Rong Yuan.

"Stop, don't kill him!" Suddenly Yuan's third disciple appeared. She cried out, throwing herself between Rong Yuan and his attacker.

Yichen's threat hung in the air, his sword poised to strike, but the sudden appearance of the third disciple had thrown him off balance. He looked at her playfully as he wanted to see what she would do.

But Rong Yuan's voice cut through the tension, his words ringing with a hopeless plea. "Yichen, spare her! Kill me if you must, but leave her out of this!"

Yichen's lips twisted into a cruel smile as he savored the moment. "Well, it seems we have a winner in the contest," he sneered.

Before Rong Yuan could even react, a sword pierced his body, the sharp blade slicing through his flesh with ease. Blood gushed from the wound as Rong Yuan's world spun out of control, his vision fading to black. As he struggled to stay conscious, he cast a desperate glance at his third disciple, praying that she would survive the carnage that surrounded them.

Rong Yuan's third disciple smiled serenely as she held the sword that had been gifted to her by her master when he had accepted her as his disciple. The very same sword that was now piercing his body, drawing blood and bringing him to the brink of death.

"It was a contest," she explained, her voice sweet and innocent. "A contest to determine who would deliver the killing blow to you among the girls."

Her words hung in the air, a chilling testament to the betrayal that Rong Yuan had suffered at the hands of those he had trusted. And as she pulled the sword from his body, he felt a wave of pain wash over him, his vision blurring and his breath coming in ragged gasps.

He staggered backward, his knees buckling beneath him as he fell to the ground, coughing up blood with each convulsive heave. His former fiancé, his friend, and his other disciples stood around him, their faces devoid of any emotion as they watched him slip away.

"Let's end it here," one of them said, her voice flat and unfeeling.

"Goodbye," the others murmured, their words a cold farewell to the man they had once called their master and friend. And as Rong Yuan's life ebbed away, he realized with a sense of bitter regret that he had been naïve to trust those who had ultimately betrayed him.

"Goodbye," with a cruel grin on his face, Yichen delivered the final blow to Rong Yuan, kicking him off the edge of the bridge. As he fell, Rong Yuan gazed up at his former companions, feeling a sense of bitter betrayal wash over him. They had pushed him to this moment, and yet they felt no pity or regret for what they had done.

Rong Yuan's anger burned within him, directed at Yichen for his role in this tragedy, at his fiancé for her infidelity, at his friend for his betrayal, and at his disciples for their treachery. But most of all, he was angry with himself, for being so foolish, so trusting, and so powerless. If only he had been stronger, he could have prevented all of this from happening.

"I was stupid to believe them, I was naive..." he muttered, his voice barely audible as he fell.

As his consciousness began to fade, Rong Yuan felt a sense of despair wash over him. He didn't want to die, didn't want to leave this world so full of pain and betrayal. But there was nothing he could do now, no way to turn back the clock and undo the events that had led him to this moment.

And as he fell into the abyss below, Rong Yuan knew that his legacy would be one of tragedy and sorrow, a cautionary tale of the dangers of trust and the consequences of betrayal.

"SNAP!"

With a sharp snap, Rong Yuan's eyes flew open, a new resolve burning within him. He refused to accept the label of "stupid" or "naïve", realizing that it was those who had betrayed him that were the true fools. He was his own person, and no one else could dictate the course of his life. His eyes shone with a bright azure light, a symbol of the inner strength he had found.

"If I were to give a second chance, I swear I will never let this happen again!"

As he spoke his final words, Rong Yuan felt a sense of relief wash over him. He had spoken from the heart, confessing his mistakes and vowing to never trust again. These were the words that would change his life, even in death.

As Rong Yuan's body sank into the Yang River, his last words echoing in the stillness, a strange and wondrous event began to unfold. A white light began to emanate from the river's depths, growing brighter and brighter until it illuminated the entire riverbed. And at the center of the glow was Rong Yuan's lifeless body, now transformed by some mysterious force.

[Ding!]

[System is on....]

[System is loading....]

[0% - 17% - 21% - ..... - 97% - 100%]

[System is launched!]

[System is taking form!]

[Ding!]

[System is ready!]

[Ding!]

[Error!]

[Error!]

[Host is found dead!]

As the light began to fade, an entity named System took form, one that seemed to be connected to Rong Yuan's very being. But as it launched, a series of errors began to appear, the system struggling to process the fact that its host was dead.

"Error!" it proclaimed, over and over again. "Host is found dead!"

And yet, even in death, Rong Yuan's legacy was being transformed, his spirit merging with the very fabric of the universe itself. What this meant, no one could say. But one thing was certain: Rong Yuan's story was far from over, and his legacy would live on, forever intertwined with the mysteries of the universe.