Chapter 38: Is it still impossible to change the deadlock? ...
Watching Fu Yunshu fall straight down, Yin Lisheng's body instantly froze on the spot, as if he had been frozen in place.
A cacophony of buzzing seemed to fill my ears, my mind went blank, my heartbeat seemed to stop, and the whole world seemed to stand still.
"Master!" Yin Lisheng's cry trembled so much it was almost incoherent, filled with endless fear and panic.
He rushed to Fu Yunshu's side without hesitation, his hands trembling uncontrollably as he held Fu Yunshu's shoulders.
Fu Yunshu's face was deathly pale, devoid of any color, with a shocking trace of blood still clinging to the corner of his lips. He was as weak as a withered leaf swaying precariously on an autumn branch, fragile enough to break at the slightest touch, a sight that chilled the heart.
Yin Lisheng's mind was in complete chaos, with countless jumbled thoughts surging wildly like a tide, yet he seemed unable to grasp any lifeline and had completely lost his way. How could his master have fallen?
"Master, wake up... don't scare me..." Yin Lisheng's voice was choked with sobs, his eyes instantly filled with tears, large teardrops swirling in his eyes as if they would burst out at any moment.
"What to do... what to do..." Yin Lisheng muttered to himself, his eyes darting around in a panic, like a lost lamb, helpless and confused, but the chaos in his mind made it impossible for him to think clearly.
"Yin Lisheng!" The white dumpling's voice suddenly exploded in his mind, filled with anger and anxiety, "What are you standing there for! Quickly move your master to the bed!"
Yin Lisheng was jolted awake by the shout, as if waking from a dream. He looked down at Fu Yunshu in his arms, gritted his teeth, and forced himself to calm down with all his might.
Fortunately, he had already entered the Foundation Establishment stage, and his strength had increased, so he was able to barely lift up Fu Yunshu, an adult man.
Even so, Fu Yunshu's incredibly light body still made Yin Lisheng feel a pang of heartache and tenderness.
He carefully placed Fu Yunshu on the bed, every movement was extremely gentle, for fear of accidentally hurting her.
The white ball of fluff floated out of Yin Lisheng's sea of consciousness and slowly came to rest above Fu Yunshu.
"I'll watch over things here. You go find Song Wenzhuo quickly," the little white dumpling glanced at him, her tone impatient. "Panicking now is the least useful thing. The most important thing is to hurry up and call for help!"
“I know,” Yin Lisheng pinched his thigh hard, the pain making him even more awake. “Take good care of Master.” After saying that, he rushed out quickly.
The white ball of fluff circled Fu Yunshu a few times, calling softly, "Hanqi? Hanqi? Are you there?"
However, all was silent, and no one responded. The white ball of fur remained silent, not even uttering a cold cry. Could it be that something was wrong with its consciousness?
Fu Yunshu slowly opened his eyes in his sea of consciousness. All around him was still that vast and boundless sea of stars, with gray mist shrouding the entire sea of consciousness like a light veil, and golden runes like chains winding and coiling deep within it.
However, at this moment he keenly sensed something unusual—the once indestructible Heavenly Dao seal, which was like an insurmountable chasm, had a crack in one of its runes, and it was teetering on the verge of collapse, as if it would completely crumble at any moment.
Fu Yunshu's gaze was fixed intently on the rune, and an indescribable excitement and disbelief welled up in his heart.
He had waited for this day for far too long. From his first life to this one, countless long years had almost made him accustomed to the feeling of being bound by this seal. However, at this moment, this crack gave Fu Yunshu a glimmer of hope.
"Hanqi," Fu Yunshu called softly, his voice deep and powerful.
The Cold Cry Sword was drawn in response.
Fu Yunshu's lips curled up slightly, revealing a long-lost smile: "Let's go!"
Fu Yunshu took a deep breath, and a faint silver light appeared on the blade of the Cold Cry Sword.
He suddenly swung his sword, his movements fluid and graceful, the sword energy like a rainbow, carrying a sharp wind and boundless power, slashing straight at the crack.
The moment the sword energy collided with the rune, the entire sea of consciousness trembled, as if a cataclysmic earthquake had struck. The rune, already at its limit, finally shattered completely under the fierce impact of the sword energy, turning into specks of golden light that dissipated into the sea of consciousness like fireworks.
Fu Yunshu's breathing became slightly rapid. This attack had almost exhausted most of his spiritual power, but he didn't care at all. His heart was filled with joy and relief. The shackles of many years had finally been broken.
"Success..." Fu Yunshu murmured softly, his voice trembling slightly. The Cold Cry Sword in his hand also emitted a clear and melodious sword cry, as if celebrating this hard-won victory.
He slowly lowered his sword, covered his face, and lay on the ground, chuckling softly.
"What is this? Just when I was about to give up, you suddenly gave me a glimmer of hope. Heaven, you are truly amazing."
Fu Yunshu chuckled self-deprecatingly, and the Cold Cry Sword beside him instantly transformed into the shape of a little white cat. Its fluffy body rubbed affectionately against his cheek, emitting a soft "meow—" sound, as if comforting its master.
It knew that at this moment, any words of comfort would be pale and powerless; companionship was the best solace.
"Hanqi, I'm fine," Fu Yunshu put down his hand. "Let's go. I have to make the most of this once-in-a-lifetime opportunity."
Fu Yunshu took a deep breath, and the little white cat transformed back into the Cold Cry Sword, its blade gleaming with a cold light. He gripped the Cold Cry Sword tightly in his hand, his gaze fixed firmly on the remaining runes in his sea of consciousness.
"Hanqi, one more time!" Fu Yunshu shouted, and the spiritual power in his body surged again. A layer of dazzling silver light appeared on the Hanqi Sword, even more dazzling than before. The sword's cry was crisp and sharp, as if it were about to break through the sky.
However, this time they were not so lucky. The moment the sword energy collided with the runes, the remaining runes remained completely still, without even a crack appearing. Fu Yunshu frowned slightly.
"Again!" Fu Yunshu was unwilling to give up so easily, and swung his sword again, the sword energy even more fierce than before, slashing fiercely at the rune.
Unfortunately, the result remained the same. The remaining runes remained solid and unshaken, just like in the long years before. No matter how hard Fu Yunshu tried, he could not shake them in the slightest.
Fu Yunshu's face gradually darkened, his eyes revealing a hint of helplessness and resentment.
"Is there really no way out?" Fu Yunshu murmured softly, his voice tinged with a hint of desolation. The Cold Cry Sword in his hand trembled slightly, as if it sensed its master's helplessness and resentment and was speaking out for him.
Fu Yunshu gave a bitter smile and comforted himself, "It's alright, at least we see hope, don't we?"
He took a deep breath, trying to clear his mind of distractions, forcing himself to calm down, and carefully analyzed the reason for the rune's rupture.
When Yin Lisheng was undergoing the lightning tribulation just now, there seemed to be a subtle change in his body. Was it because of the lightning tribulation? No, that's not right.
Fu Yunshu recalled that when he was in the secret realm, Yin Lisheng was about to establish his foundation with the help of Duan Yuan. At that time, something was wrong with his body, but he didn't pay attention to it because he couldn't find anything unusual.
Now that I think about it, was it because Yin Lisheng's foundation building was interrupted? But why, why could Yin Lisheng's foundation building cause this situation?
“Yin Lisheng… Yin Lisheng… Yin Lisheng…” Fu Yunshu was completely baffled. He kept chewing on the name Yin Lisheng, as if trying to find the answer in it.
Born at the age of seven into the Yin family of the Northern Border; his entire family was tragically wiped out overnight, leaving him burdened with a blood feud; he became a disciple of the Qingyuan Sect, yet his life remains shrouded in mystery.
Fu Yunshu suddenly opened his eyes, as if enlightened, and finally realized that this guy was the male protagonist of the original book.
Once this premise is established, many things become reasonable. Fu Yunshu carefully recalled every detail after meeting Yin Lisheng: his background? The tragic background of a classic male protagonist in a revenge-driven story, very reasonable; Pan Tianlei's inexplicable hostility while queuing? The first minor character to be humiliated on the protagonist's path to growth, reasonable; Qiu Nan and Yan Shuangwan? The indispensable underlings of every protagonist, reasonable; Pan Hongru, already a remnant soul? The ultimate cannon fodder behind the minor characters, reasonable; Chi Du Zhenren's Broken Abyss Sword? A necessary plot point for a protagonist who's a veteran losing equipment, reasonable; himself? The protagonist's golden thigh master, reasonable... not reasonable!
Fu Yunshu suddenly realized that in the original novel, Yin Lisheng's master was Gu Zhinan! But now, by some twist of fate, it had become him.
I'm sorry, Xiao Gu, this only means that you and Li Sheng are not destined to be master and disciple in this life. Fate is something that cannot be forced.
Fu Yunshu silently apologized to Gu Zhinan in his heart, and then continued to think.
Logically speaking, Yin Lisheng must have broken through in the previous ninety-nine incarnations, so why was the Heavenly Dao Seal intact and without any problems before, but only this time did something go wrong? Is it because I took Yin Lisheng as my disciple?
Fu Yunshu couldn't help but think about himself in the original story. It had been so long that his memories were hazy. He only vaguely remembered that Immortal Venerable Huaiwei Fu Yunshu had appeared twice, both times through other people's stories.
The first time was when the protagonist became an apprentice, the second time was... think about it. Fu Yunshu covered his head and frantically searched his memory, and unexpectedly, he actually remembered it.
After the Immortal Sect Grand Competition, the winning disciples went to the Suxin Secret Realm. Yin Lisheng broke through to the Nascent Soul stage in the secret realm. After coming out, he heard the sad news of the death of Immortal Venerable Huaiwei. Most of the Qingyuan Sect group had already left. Yin Lisheng, Qiu Nan, and Yan Shuangwan rushed back overnight after learning about it.
Fu Yunshu: "..." This is ridiculous. Who else is trying so hard to remember when they died in their own mind?
“From Qi Refining to Nascent Soul, there are three major realms in between, but there were no problems before. It seems that it was indeed because of my master-disciple relationship with Yin Lisheng that this life has taken a turn for the better,” Fu Yunshu analyzed.
"So what do you plan to do?" Han Qi transformed into a little white cat, tilting her head and looking at him curiously.
Fu Yunshu smiled slightly, and the little white cat shivered at the sight of the smile.
"What do you mean, what should we do? Of course, we should make him roll up!"
Yin Lisheng was unaware that his hellish life was about to begin. At this moment, he was anxiously and hurriedly rushing to the main peak.
"Sect Leader Song!" Yin Lisheng pushed open the door, panting, his voice filled with barely concealed anxiety.
Only Song Wenzhuo and Gu Zhinan were in the room, and they both looked unwell. However, Yin Lisheng was completely focused on Fu Yunshu and did not notice them at all.
"Junior Uncle, what happened?" Song Wenzhuo quickly walked over after composing himself. Before he could even put on a proper smile, Yin Lisheng's next words completely petrified him.
"Master has fainted!"
Song Wenzhuo felt a sudden darkness before his eyes and his head buzzing. He thought to himself: Seriously, arguing with Gu Zhinan has made me so confused. I must be dreaming right now.
"Don't faint," Gu Zhinan walked over and supported her, his expression calm. "Quickly send a message to Ning Xuexi and the others, let's go over there and take a look."
"Yes, yes, yes," Song Wenzhuo calmed himself down, reminding himself that he was the sect leader and could not panic like before.
"Send a message to Lu Yanci of Tianji Pavilion and invite him over as well," Gu Zhinan calmly instructed.
"Yes, yes, yes." Song Wenzhuo led Yin Lisheng out. At this moment, he had completely lost his usual calm and composed demeanor as the Qingyuan Sect Master. He tightly gripped Gu Zhinan's arm with his right hand, as if drawing strength from him.
Is it possible that... there's still no way to change the fate of my grandmaster?
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Author's Note: I've been a bit busy lately, so I haven't been able to reply to comments as promptly as I'd like. I apologize for that.
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