Chapter 654 Whose Love Tribulation Was It Really?

Sword Cultivation Level:

Sword attendant, sword servant, swordsman, swordsman, swordsman, master swordsman, grand master swordsman, sword lord, sword king, sword emperor, sword emperor.

Special realms include Sword Immortal, Great Sword Immortal, and even Sword Saint.

As far as He Xiu knew, the most powerful sword cultivators in the martial arts world were sword immortals, and there were only two of them.

One of them has not yet truly reached the level of a sword immortal; he is considered a half-sword immortal.

Sword Immortal: A higher realm reached by sword cultivators, usually possessing sword intent.

Great Sword Immortal: A realm above Sword Immortal, where sword intent and swordsmanship are more closely integrated.

And the realms of higher-level sword cultivators: Sword Saint, Extraordinary Sword Saint, Sword God, Extraordinary Sword God.

The Sword Saint was a legend to them, let alone the others.

Although Song Chunxue has only studied swordsmanship for two and a half years, this is her third year, but she has already reached the level of a swordsman.

He Xiu had underestimated her before, thinking she was at most a sword servant, or even a sword page.

That's why he dared to try and keep her that day, desperately wanting to buy the sword with his money.

Alas, underestimating people is a bad idea; I got stabbed in the back.

If her cultivation level is not high enough, the sword will not manifest its sentience.

"A swordsman?" Zhou Yunli was greatly shocked and couldn't help but look at Lord Xie. "Why is Senior Song's advancement so rapid?"

"Perhaps it's because she had a good foundation before. A few years ago, she meditated and condensed her qi, and established her foundation early. Without a proper master to guide her, she was more diligent than ordinary people and cultivated without any regard for anything else. It was an unexpected success."

Xie Zheng thought of his sword and secretly set a goal in his heart. From now on, he would not be greedy for anything else. Apart from official duties, he would practice swordsmanship whenever he had time in his private life.

He didn't ask for a high level of attainment, he only hoped to age more slowly than ordinary people, so that she wouldn't leave him far behind and watch his aged face grow even faster.

He Xiu was about to nod when he suddenly noticed that half of the stone pillar not far away had been cut off. He couldn't help but wonder, "Could it be that she cut off that stone pillar?"

"Yes, it's her."

He Xiu was surprised again, "Her sword energy is so powerful, could it be the effect of her treasured sword?"

Logically speaking, a swordsman's sword energy shouldn't be enough to cut through rocks.

“It must be the effect of that magical sword,” Zhou Yunli stood up. “Uncle-Master, I’m going back to ask Master for some sword techniques. I’ll be going now.”

...

Song Chunxue soaked in the bathtub for a long time, feeling completely comfortable and without any fatigue.

She didn't know why she didn't feel tired at all, but instead felt very clear-headed.

If it weren't for the fact that Yun'er's childhood sweetheart was almost crying, she would have liked to stay for another half an hour.

She couldn't help but reach out her hand, looking at the thin calluses on her palm, and thought to herself that sword cultivation was really interesting, much more interesting than wielding a fire poker.

In her past life, she had fantasized that she might be a cultivation tool, but because of her poor background and being a woman, she was married off early, and her great talent could only be buried.

This time, she went from meditation to sword cultivation by a twist of fate, and now she is obsessed with practicing swordsmanship. It all feels like a dream, beyond her expectations.

She used to think that those female knights-errant were so heroic and dashing, people she always envied.

But now, she herself has taken up a sword and is even able to come to the capital to spar with orthodox Taoist cultivators.

She couldn't help but look at her rough hands, thinking that these hands could not only pluck wheat, but also wield a sword.

After eating two bowls of rice, she meditated for two hours, taking advantage of the moment to absorb the energy of heaven and earth in the best possible state.

She went out to use the outhouse around midnight.

In the stillness of the night, the waning moon hangs in the sky, with swaying shadows of clouds.

With no mountains to block her view, she felt empty inside.

She suddenly missed Lijiazhuangzi, and the spacious main house in Zhuanglang County that was warm in winter and cool in summer.

A night breeze blew, rustling the leaves in the leaves of the trees in the yard. I lifted her freshly washed hair, and a faint fragrance wafted into my nostrils; it smelled wonderful.

Everything in the Xie family's household was exquisite, from food and clothing to soap made from precious medicinal herbs.

Perhaps it was the night that made her feel melancholy, and her thoughts were in disarray.

She knew Xie Zheng had come outside, but she was focused on meditation at the time and didn't go out.

Song Chunxue knew that her resolve to follow Xie Zheng would only grow stronger, and she would not willingly stay by his side or revolve around him.

In her heart, spiritual practice was still more important.

She smiled bitterly; this emotional ordeal seemed easy for her.

She was selfish and self-centered in front of Xie Zheng, and would not lose her mind for him.

She even suspected that this love tribulation was Xie Zheng's doing, and whether her senior brother had been lying to her from the very beginning.

She's so hard-hearted, how could she be so desperately in love with someone?

It was Xie Zheng who was always making concessions and sacrifices.

She suddenly wanted to ask her senior brother, whose love tribulation was this?

...

The dog days of summer have arrived, and the heat in Beijing is unbearable.

The following morning, the sky suddenly became overcast with dark clouds and thunder rumbled.

It was about to rain when Xie Zheng returned from outside and went straight to find Song Chunxue.

"I heard you didn't eat much breakfast, but you trained too hard yesterday. Where did you hurt yourself? Should we call a doctor to take a look?"

Seeing Xie Zheng's concerned expression, Song Chunxue felt a warmth in her heart.

"No need, I'm fine. There's just something I want to tell you, but I don't know how to bring it up."

Xie Zheng smiled. "I know what you want to say, but now is not the time. Give me another half month to finish up what I have on hand, and we can talk about it when we get back to Jincheng, okay?"

Song Chunxue lowered her eyes, "Don't rush back. Yun'er's matter hasn't been resolved yet. Besides, this is your hometown, the place where so many people realize their ambitions and ideals..."

"I'm not staying because of you..."

Song Chunxue interrupted him, "Listen to me, I suddenly really want to know what you and my senior brother discussed. Is this really my love tribulation?"

"..." Xie Zheng stood there, stunned, his eyes flashing with too many emotions so fast that they were hard to catch.

Song Chunxue laughed incredulously, "I guessed right? The love tribulation you mentioned is true, but it wasn't mine?"

Xie Zheng took a deep breath, then seemed to understand something.

"You suspect that my senior brother deliberately helped me?"

His eyes were filled with disappointment, mixed with a hint of vulnerability that was hard to detect. They quickly turned into a lake of sorrow, hidden by his eyelids.

Song Chunxue looked away, and that look in her eyes made him feel sorry for her and want to treat her even better.

Damn it, she despises herself for being like this.

"I... I'm just guessing, because what's trapping me isn't you, but the concept of a love tribulation and your kindness to me."

As Song Chunxue spoke, she suddenly became sad.

"Xie Zheng, I don't want to lie to you. You are very good, so good that it makes me feel ashamed of myself. Your affection is sincere and focused, and my feelings for you are more because of your kindness and all the good things about you."

Xie Zheng walked over, took her hand, and gently wiped away the tears from the corners of her eyes with a handkerchief.

"No, no, why are you crying? I'm not blaming you."

His voice was gentle and calm, but hearing it made Song Chunxue's tears flow even more fiercely.

"No one dislikes being treated well, but I don't understand my own feelings as clearly as you do."

She took a small step back, avoiding his movement.

Xie Zheng stretched out his hand, but slowly let it fall down.

"I've discovered that I prefer cultivating alone to staying by your side. I don't want to delve into what my feelings for you really are, so this isn't my tribulation, but yours, right?"