All forbidden arts either defy the natural order or demand a steep price. There was nothing beyond that.
"What is liberation?"
"The soul dispersing, never to be reborn." He had burned his soul to briefly restore his cultivation. Now that his enemy was dead, he had no reason to keep living.
As for another life, he sought no reincarnation.
Wen Xu bent down. As a cultivator, he could clearly sense the life force draining from Wei Mulan. "Then you will not concern yourself with the other Wei Family Bloodlines?"
"I want to, but me... I was never that capable a person." If time could turn back, he only wanted to be a carefree child of the Wei Household. What Nascent Soul mighty expert, what lord of a city—those were moons in the mirror, flowers in the water, beautiful in appearance yet ultimately empty.
"Wei Min's death was arranged by you, wasn't it?" Wen Xu had no evidence, but his instincts told him Wei Mulan was not innocent in the matter of the assassination attempt on him.
Wei Mulan admitted it readily. "Yes. Wei Min did take orders from me. I told him to pretend to defect to those six clans, and he became their pawn for testing you. Including those six crazed Wei Family Bloodlines—I also had him release them in secret. That way, those six clans would surely suspect that Wei Min was not loyal enough..."
"If you find it hateful, then while I am not yet dead, you may whip me to vent your fury."
Wen Xu gently shook his head. "I have no interest in whipping corpses. Actually, I had wanted to tell you something, but since you do not particularly wish to hear it and have already prepared yourself for liberation, I will not say it."