books/role-topology/bo2-DRAFT-34749d6ccc-r2.json

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 "content": "Spring–Autumn Cicada\n\n\"Fang Yuan, hand over the Spring–Autumn Cicada willingly, and I'll grant you a swift death!\"\n\n\"Old demon Fang, don't think of resisting. Today, all the righteous sects have joined forces to raze your demon lair to the ground. This place is already a net with no escape—this time, you're doomed to die with your head separated from your body!\"\n\n\"Fang Yuan, you damned devil! To refine the Spring–Autumn Cicada, you slaughtered countless lives. You have committed heinous sins that cannot be forgiven, crimes too numerous to record!\"\n\n\"Demon! Three hundred years ago, you defiled me, robbed me of my chastity, slaughtered my entire family, and killed all nine generations of my kin. From that moment on, I have longed to devour your flesh and drink your blood! Today, I will make you wish you were dead!!\"\n\n...\n\nFang Yuan stood in a tattered green robe, hair disheveled, drenched in blood, his gaze sweeping across the surroundings.\n\nThe mountain wind whipped his blood-soaked robe, which fluttered like a war banner with a fierce rustling sound.\n\nFresh crimson blood flowed from hundreds of wounds on his body. In just a short while standing there, a large pool of blood had already gathered beneath his feet.\n\nEnemies surrounded him on all sides—there was no path of survival left.\n\nThe situation was settled; today, death was inevitable.\n\nFang Yuan perceived the situation with crystal clarity, yet even with death approaching, his expression remained unchanged, calm and composed.\n\nHis gaze was deep and distant, like an ancient well, as unfathomable as ever.\n\nThe righteous heroes besieging him were either venerable leaders of great sects or celebrated young prodigies renowned far and wide. They encircled Fang Yuan tightly—some roared, some sneered coldly, some narrowed their eyes with wary glints, and some clutched their wounds, staring in fear.\n\nThey did not strike, all wary of Fang Yuan's desperate last stand.\n\nAnd so they faced off in tense stalemate for six hours. The sun sank in the west, and the afterglow of the setting sun set the clouds ablaze, painting the mountains in a dazzling brilliance of fire.\n\nFang Yuan, who had remained still as a sculpture, slowly turned around.\n\nThe heroes stirred in alarm and all took a large step back in unison.\n\nAt this moment, the gray-white rocks beneath Fang Yuan's feet had long been stained a dark crimson by blood. His face, pale from excessive blood loss, was illuminated by the evening glow, suddenly gaining a touch of radiant beauty.\n\nGazing at the green mountains and the setting sun, Fang Yuan let out a soft laugh: \"Green mountains, setting sun, autumn moon, spring breeze. Truly, by dusk, the black hair of dawn turns white as snow; right and wrong, success and failure, all turn to emptiness in a blink.\"\n\nAs he spoke these words, scenes from his past life on Earth suddenly surfaced before his eyes.\n\nHe had been a scholar of the Central Plains on Earth, and by chance, had been transported to this world. Drifting through three hundred years of hardships, roaming freely across the world for over two hundred years—more than five centuries had passed in the blink of an eye.\n\nMany memories buried deep in his heart came vividly alive at this moment, replaying before his eyes as if they were real.\n\n\"In the end, I still failed.\" Fang Yuan sighed inwardly, somewhat wistful, yet without regret.\n\nHe had long foreseen this outcome. When he made his choice back then, he was already mentally prepared.\n\nWhat they called the demonic path was to forgo good deeds and instead commit murder and arson. To be rejected by heaven and earth, to be enemies with the entire world, and still live with indulgence and recklessness.\n\n\"If the newly refined Spring–Autumn Cicada proves effective, I shall still choose to be a demon in my next life!\" With this thought, Fang Yuan couldn't help but burst into loud laughter.\n\n\"Old demon, what are you laughing at?\"\n\n\"Everyone, be careful—the fiend is about to strike now that he's at death's door!\"\n\n\"Hurry and hand over the Spring–Autumn Cicada!!\"\n\nThe heroes pressed in, and just at that moment—bang!—Fang Yuan violently self-destructed.\n\n...\n\nDrizzling spring rain fell silently, nourishing Green Bristle Mountain.\n\nNight had deepened, and wisps of cool wind brushed through the fine rain.\n\nYet Green Bristle Mountain was not dark. From the mountainside to the foot, countless faint glows flickered, as if the mountain wore a resplendent band of light.\n\nThese lights came from rows of stilted wooden houses—not quite ten thousand lanterns, but numbering in the thousands.\n\nIt was the Gu-Yue Mountain Village, nestled on Green Bristle Mountain, adding a rich touch of human life to the vast and serene hills.\n\nAt the very center of Gu-Yue Mountain Village stood a magnificent, grand pavilion. A sacrificial ceremony was being held there, and the place was brightly illuminated, radiant and dazzling.\n\n\"Blessings from the ancestral spirits, I pray that during this Opening of Apertures ceremony, many talented youths will emerge, bringing new blood and hope to our clan!\" The clan chief of Gu-Yue, a middle-aged man with a hint of frost at his temples, knelt on the brown-yellow floor in an austere white ceremonial robe. He sat upright, hands pressed together, eyes shut, praying sincerely.\n\nHe faced a tall, black-lacquered altar with three tiers, upon which ancestral spirit tablets were enshrined. On either side of the tablets stood bronze incense burners, their fragrant smoke curling upward.\n\nBehind him knelt more than ten others, all dressed in loose white ceremonial robes. They were the clan's elders and stewards, holding authority over various aspects of the clan's affairs.\n\nAfter a moment of prayer, the clan chief of Gu-Yue was the first to bow low, pressing his palms flat against the floor, and kowtow. His forehead struck the brown floor, producing a soft thud.\n\nThe elders behind him, each with solemn expressions, silently followed suit.\n\nFor a time, the ancestral hall was filled with the soft sound of foreheads touching the floor.\n\nWhen the ceremony concluded, everyone slowly rose from their knees and silently filed out of the solemn ancestral hall.\n\nIn the corridor, the elders let out quiet sighs, the atmosphere easing at once.\n\nMurmurs of discussion gradually arose.",
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