Langyue Sword

The Dream Weaver, her brow still furrowed, glanced up at the two people outside the window and lazily replied, "Based on her memories, Fu Buci's sincerity now is genuine, and his impatience later on is also genuine. Sigh, what exactly are you interested in? Money, power, fame, and fortune?"

Chao Du did not answer, but only sighed: "Youth fades quickly, true feelings are hard to keep, and there are many regrets in the world."

Looking out the window at the rooftops, Fu Buci took a deep breath and said in a slightly trembling voice, "Junior Sister, look at the city lights, aren't they bright?"

Another person nodded: "Yes."

Fu Buci looked at her profile, blushing as he whispered, "I feel you are brighter than all of them combined."

"Huh?" Another Asaka turned around in surprise to look at him, only to meet the boy's shy, nervous, and expectant gaze. The two were speechless for a moment, only the blush on their cheeks and earlobes grew thicker and thicker, and the affection in their eyes was enough to fill ten thousand letters.

The other girl, Asakawa, shyly turned her head away, pretending to continue watching the fireworks, and asked in a low voice, "Why do you say that?"

"I've had this feeling ever since I first met you in Jinxiu City." The young Fu Buci smiled shyly, recalling the past, "Back then, there were so many demonic cultivators and demonic creatures in the city, yet you fearlessly charged to the front. Many people with higher cultivation levels than you didn't dare to do that."

Another Asawata: "..."

"I remember you were holding an ordinary sword, but you were full of sharpness and killing intent, the sword was gleaming, and you killed demons as if a sword immortal had descended to earth. I unconsciously followed behind you." The young Fu Buci's eyes were full of joy and longing.

Another Asakawa: "…………"

“You’re different from everyone else I’ve ever met. You’re incredibly brave. Even if your sword were just an ordinary one, it would still shine just as brightly as you. No, it would be a little less impressive than yours… Why are you crying?” The young Fu Buci was stunned, at a loss for words. “Did I say something wrong?”

Two lines of clear tears slid down the cheeks of another woman, Chao Du, who closed her eyes in anguish: "I've lost my sword."

Inside the room, Asaka sighed softly, "She's about to wake up."

The Dream Weaver glanced lazily out the window and said, "It's still early."

"Huh?" Young Fu Buci asked in surprise. "When did this happen? It was still there when I saw you yesterday. Should I help you find it?"

The affection in Chaodu's eyes receded like the tide, revealing the dried-up lakebed and the sorrow and pain she had endured for many years. She shook her head with a bitter smile: "It wasn't lost yesterday. It's been lost for many, many years. I'm afraid it will never be found again."

"Well... how about we choose another one?" young Fu Buci suggested.

Another man looked at his young lover with a complicated expression: "But later, it was you who made me put down my sword."

"Huh?" Young Fu Buci's eyes widened in surprise. "How could I possibly..."

“You’ve fallen in love with other people, kept many people outside, and haven’t seen me for months.” Another Asaka closed his eyes, his expression filled with anguish. “Why did you wake me up? Why did you make me remember all of this again?”

Fu Buci was completely stunned: "What are you saying? This is impossible!"

Young Fu Buci thought about it seriously and confirmed again: "This is absolutely impossible!"

The other Asakawa opened his eyes and looked at him, letting out a bitter laugh: "But this is my future."

The young Fu Buci remained silent for a moment, then said firmly, "Although I don't know how you saw the future, if that day really comes, then that person will probably not be me. I might have been possessed. Would you avenge me?"

The surrounding fireworks and lights began to blur, whether because the dream was fading or because she couldn't hold back her tears.

Young Fu Buci held the other Chao Du tightly in his arms: "If that day ever comes, if I have become unrecognizable by then, avenge me, don't let him go, he is not me."

Another woman, Chao Du, trembling, raised her hand and embraced her young lover in return. His firm and warm embrace was just as she remembered.

"Did I cause you a lot of suffering afterward?" young Fu Buci asked. "I'm sorry, I don't know why I did that..."

The other Asaka closed her eyes, almost frantically craving the warmth of his embrace.

This is a dream; she needs to wake up.

But I don't want to wake up.

Even if it's a dream, what does it matter if she drowns in her lover's arms?

The Dream Weaver in the room smiled: "Look, she's trying so hard to stay in the dream. She doesn't want to wake up. Many people are like that; even if they realize it's a dream, they don't want to leave. Should I help her?"

Asaka gave him a meaningful look, then shook her head: "No need, she can wake up on her own."

The Dream Weaver looked at her: "How can you be so sure?"

Asakawa smiled faintly: "She promised me that she would start practicing swordsmanship."

"However, how do you know about the future?" the young Fu Buci asked curiously.

Another woman fell into a deep silence. After a moment, she cupped her lover's face, gazed intently into his still bright eyes, and then suddenly kissed his lips, silencing his doubts.

Chao Du began to examine the swords in the room: Hmm, this one is no good, this one is just average, none of them are as good as Qian Jun.

Outside the window, on the rooftop, the intense heat lingered for a long time before the other woman reluctantly let go. Seeing her lover dazed and confused by her kiss, his eyes filled with mist and love, she smiled, kissed his forehead again, and pulled him into her arms once more.

I can't bear to part with it, I can't bear to part with it at all, but...

"Bu Ci, would you please give me your sword?" another Chao Du asked reluctantly.

"Huh?" Young Fu Buci was taken aback for a moment, then readily agreed, "If it's for you, no problem, but I definitely won't give it to anyone else."

He raised his hand and summoned his sword, gently stroking its scabbard: "It's called the Bright Moon Sword. I hope it can always be by your side, protecting you. By the way, wouldn't you consider it our token of love?"

Young Fu Buci held the sword with both hands, his bright eyes full of anticipation.

“Yes.” The other woman, Chao Du, took the sword with both hands, tears glistening in her eyes. Holding the sword, she embraced her former lover tightly once more, gently kissing his hair. “Of course it counts.”

"That's great..." Fu Buci gently nuzzled her shoulder, the young man filled with joy and satisfaction.

The two embraced each other for a long time, the fireworks in the sky lit up and faded countless times, and then the other whispered to Chao Du, "It's time to wake up from this dream."

"What do you mean?" Young Fu Buci asked blankly, while the other Chao Du watched his skin gradually turn pale and crack, his heart breaking.

"Don't be afraid, this is just a dream, but I have to wake up." Another Asakawa, with tears in her eyes, stroked his cheek, held him tightly in her arms as the cracks appeared, and watched painfully as he slowly lost his life.

“Okay, I believe you…” Young Fu Buci smiled, his eyes looking at her gently and brightly, before gradually dimming.

Before her lover could finish speaking, he suddenly burst into a large handful of blood-red petals in her arms. In the hazy, crimson moonlight, it was impossible to tell whether the petals were originally blood-red or had been stained blood-red by the moonlight.

A gentle breeze blew by, and the petals scattered like fine rain, leaving only the Langyue Sword in her hand, still warm from his touch.

She held the sword in both hands, raised her head in anguish and despair. The bright, full moon that had just been in the sky had turned into a blood-red moon. The lights and fireworks of thousands of homes had disappeared without a trace. Sitting beside her was herself, who had come from another world.

Chao Du withdrew her hand from her shoulder, sighed softly, and turned to ask the Dream Weaver, "What Fu Buci said just now, was it true or false?"

“It’s fake, he didn’t say that,” the Dream Weaver replied. “I’m just speculating based on her memories, and it’s something he might have said. But you know, people’s memories can be fake, especially memories from many years ago. It’s easy to embellish the people and events of that time, and there will definitely be some deviation, just a difference in size. As for whether her memories are closer to Fu Buci himself or closer to her own imagination, that’s hard to say.”

Another person, Chao Du, turned his head blankly towards the source of the voice, then suddenly sat up and moved away: "Who is he?!"

Chao Du: "The Dream Weaver of a Thousand Gold Dreams." As she spoke, she stood up, stretched, and her clothes were spotless.

The Dream Weaver tilted her head, raised her hand, and greeted the other Chaodu with a smile: "Are you satisfied with the dream you just had?"

Another person, Chao Du, nodded with a complicated expression: "No wonder some people are so immersed in their dreams that they don't want to wake up."

Asakawa nodded: "Indeed, even the mighty Dream Weaver is unwilling to wake up from the dream."

"What do you mean?" The Dream Weaver was stunned.

Asakawa raised an eyebrow: "Hmm? A dignified Dream Weaver, you haven't realized that you're also in a dream, have you?"

The Dream Weaver was stunned at first, and after a long while, her face suddenly turned panicked and terrified. She pleaded in a desperate whisper, "Don't say it, don't say it!"

Chao Du sighed softly, "Even a dignified Dream Weaver is like this, knowing it's a dream, yet unwilling to wake up."

"Please, stop talking!" The Dream Weaver closed her eyes, trembling as she cried out in despair, "Kill me! Let me be free!"

Another person, Chao Du, asked blankly, "What's going on?"

Chao Du walked to the Dream Weaver's side, placed his hand on the hilt of the Thousand-Pound Sword, looked down at him through the longsword, and said softly, "No, I already promised you I wouldn't kill you. Besides, how can you kill a dead man?"

“A dead man…he’s already dead?!” another Asakawa exclaimed in surprise.

The Dream Weaver shook her head frantically, scattering her carefully combed white hair, her expression filled with panic and fear: "Impossible, impossible! I'm not dead! I'm not dead! By the way, you're so strong, your identity must be extraordinary. Can you bring me out? I can be your servant, I'll do anything you ask!"

Then, disregarding the sharp sword, he suddenly sat up, grabbed Chao Du's sleeve, and pleaded tearfully, "Please help me! I don't want to stay here as a trial formation for the cultivation world, I don't want to be the one being toyed with! Please help me, considering how hard I tried to help you just now!"

Chao Du took a step back lightly, sword in hand, her snow-white robes flowing like water from his grasp. She looked down at him and asked calmly, "Back then, when you defected from the cultivation world to become a demonic cultivator, wantonly manipulating people's hearts and harming so many, why didn't you ever think that this day would come? But there's good news. Given the extent of your soul's fragmentation, after serving as an 'examiner' once or twice more, you'll be completely annihilated and freed."

The Dream Weaver stared blankly at Chaodu, his bloodless lips trembling uncontrollably. He laughed and cried in despair and collapse.

Chao Du unleashed a sword strike, granting him a brief respite.

The blood moon in the sky rotates once again.

Another person, Chao Du, became increasingly confused: "What on earth is going on?"

Chao Du explained, "Back then, he harmed too many people in Jinxiu City. He was captured by the Immortal Alliance, his soul was extracted, and he was thrown into the Waiting Immortal Tower to serve as a trial formation. Although the Immortal Alliance used a secret method to keep his memories only on the night of the Battle of Jinxiu City, with his mastery of illusion magic, he should have been able to realize that this was not the real Jinxiu City at all, but an illusion formation. He just didn't want to wake up from the 'dream'."

“I see…” another Asaka sighed, quite moved. “Even the Dream Weaver doesn’t want to wake up from the dream. By the way, I’ve found the sword I’ve been looking for.”

Chao Du: "...The Bright Moon Sword?"

“Yes!” Another Asakawa smiled happily. “That was our token of love.”

"...?" Asahi hesitated, but finally couldn't help reminding her, "That was just a dream, it didn't actually happen."

Another Chao Du insisted, "I experienced it, so it really happened! Even the Dream Weaver said, is it possible that Fu Buci would say such a thing? Or put all that aside, the Langyue Sword itself is a very good sword!"

Asakawa gazed silently at the blood moon in the sky, suddenly feeling a bit like laughing but unable to.

Good news, my other self has finally found the sword he/she wanted.

The bad news is that this sword is a token of love between another version of myself and a phantom in a dream.

Asahi rubbed his forehead and sighed helplessly, "Never mind, let's move on to the next level."

"Hmm, the Langyue Sword shouldn't be in the Waiting Immortal Tower; it's more likely in his private treasury." Another Chaodu cautiously looked at Chaodu. "Should we go to his private treasury again later?"

Asakawa: "Alright, do you still want to try the tenth floor?"

Another person whispered to Chao Du, "I'm fine with anything, it's up to you?"

Asawa: "...Since we're already here, let's take a look. Hmm? And who is this?"

On the roof not far away, a tall man dressed in a crimson outfit stood against the wind. He was like a blazing red fire, with a handsome and bright appearance that was so flamboyant and dazzling that his eyes were like an eagle's. In his hand, he held a white bone sword that was shrouded in ghostly red light. At this moment, he was tilting his head to examine the two Chaodu on the ground.

Chao Du observed him: "With this appearance, this bone sword, and his appearance in Jinxiu City that night, he should be the former Demon Lord's Left Protector, 'Blood Wave Sword' Huo Zong, right?"