Chapter 119
Ling Wu looked up and sensed a familiar presence approaching, so she brought the sleeping boy in red back into the house.
Then, all alone, I sat on the swing.
The vines swayed, and fairy flowers bloomed in abundance, while fireflies twinkled as they came.
Lingwu raised her hand and caught a flying firefly in her palm.
Her fingers were cool to the touch, and she lowered her eyes.
The truth is about to be revealed.
The owner of that aura had already arrived, and Ling Wu then opened her hands.
The firefly in her palm was much brighter than before, faintly imbued with a touch of ethereal beauty, shedding its mundane feel.
"Xiao Wu."
Lingwu suddenly looked up, and fireflies flew up, lingering beside her for a few moments before reluctantly leaving.
Before her stood a cold, aloof immortal dressed in pure white. His face showed signs of weariness, but his eyes softened when he looked at her, and he still carried the lingering scent of blood.
"Xiao Wu," Lu Xuanzhi called softly again.
The white ribbon that had been fluttering slightly now lay forlornly on his shoulder, and his right hand, which held the sword, was covered in blood, the blood winding down to his fingertips and dripping into the soil.
The miserable state that had never appeared on Lu Xuanzhi in his three lifetimes was now being displayed before Ling Wu's eyes.
Lingwu raised her hand and flicked her sleeve, wiping away the pool of bright red blood beneath Lu Xuanzhi's sword tip.
Lu Xuanzhi's gaze fell on her ankles, which drooped slightly as she sat on the swing. The red jade bead chain clung to her jade-like skin, and at one point it was even more dazzling than the spider lily.
"It seems the battle with the Demon Lord was a narrow victory." Ling Wu looked up at him, then stood up.
She walked a few steps past him before chuckling and turning her head, "Aren't you coming along? I have some elixirs from the Immortal Medicine Shop in my ring."
In the hazy moonlight, Lu Xuanzhi, who was looking in the direction of the sound, saw the woman's skirt swaying gently as she paused.
Along with the cool fragrance emanating from her, Lu Xuanzhi suddenly heard Zhu Yuan's words.
If she didn't have such intentions, why would she be so reluctant to reveal even her past...
Seeing that he hung his head and remained silent, with only the blood still trickling down the hilt of his sword, Lingwu continued:
"Once this opportunity is missed, it's gone forever. If you don't keep up, you'll have to go back to the Immortal Realm to ask the Immortal Medicine Shop for medicine."
"Sorry, I was a little distracted just now." His voice was slightly hoarse.
Ling Wu took a step and her figure disappeared into the night in the courtyard.
The room was brightly lit and contained only a simple couch, a table, and two chairs.
It may seem rather simple to mortals, but immortals don't need these external things, since they don't even need to sleep.
Upon seeing the pure white figure sleeping under the bed, Lu Xuanzhi pursed his lips, showing a rare moment of hesitation.
"Is this the second princess of the demon realm?"
Ling Wu took out the medicine and nodded. "She is also the younger sister of the person you wanted to kill that day."
Lingwu handed over a bottle of medicine.
Lu Xuanzhi lowered his eyes, accepted the pill, and then opened it and swallowed it.
The atmosphere froze for a moment, as blood continued to gush from his arm.
For a moment, he didn't know whether he should ask Luo Suyi if she was a demon or why her wounds hadn't healed.
Seeing his silence, Lingwu used her immortal power to shatter his sleeve.
The wound was not only torn open, but the bone was also faintly visible. However, the difficulty lay not in the torn flesh, but in the fact that a cloud of black mist had condensed at the wound site.
"Xiao Wu..." His voice was slightly hoarse, and the roots of his ears were as red as the blood flowing from his wound.
Upon seeing this, Lingwu frowned almost imperceptibly.
It seems the injury wasn't serious enough, so...
With a flick of her wrist, the law enforcement whip fell into Ling Wu's hand.
"The power of laws is the strictest in the world, and it is extremely effective in eliminating demonic energy. Would Your Excellency the God of War be willing?"
She spoke very slowly, the end of her whip twirling around her master's fingertips.
Lu Xuanzhi still didn't look up, but his ears were getting redder and redder. He nodded and said in a hoarse voice, "If Xiao Wu thinks it's okay, then it's fine."
"Then Your Excellency the War God, please bear with it." Ling Wu said gently, flicking the end of her enforcement whip, which, along with the power of the rules, fell into the black mist.
Lu Xuanzhi's face paled for a moment. He suppressed a muffled groan in his throat but did not raise his hand to stop it. He simply waited for the last wisp of black mist to dissipate.
After the executioner's whip disappeared, Ling Wu finally looked up at Lu Xuanzhi.
The white-clad war god before them now had a much paler face, and a thin layer of sweat seeped from his forehead.
The white hairband hung limply over her shoulders, exuding a strange sense of desolation.
Ling Wu was present at the time and clearly saw Lu Xuanzhi's reckless behavior during his fight with Zhu Yuan that day.
Completely losing his usual composure and self-control, he seemed like a piece of solid ice that had been broken.
Lingwu withdrew her gaze and took out a brocade box from her bosom.
This brocade box contains several pills, all of which are of the highest quality.
"It won't be easy to wield a sword anymore." Her voice was gentle, but it instantly made Lu Xuanzhi's face turn a shade paler.
The shyness and pain from before vanished, leaving her cold eyes filled with confusion and bewilderment.
"...Is it hard to draw the sword now?"
"Mm." Ling Wu nodded gently.
"Why? Is it because the injury is too severe? Even the Enforcement Whip can't eliminate the demonic energy...?" The light in his eyes dimmed further.
The longsword beside him gleamed with a chilling, frost-like quality. The moment his fingertips touched the sword, he felt a burning heat, which made him feel fear towards the sword for the first time.
I can't wield my sword anymore...
He suddenly looked up and met Ling Wu's warm gaze.
“Xiao Wu…” His voice trembled slightly.
Even the frost, which remains unchanged for millennia, has become somewhat fragile.
The room was silent. He withdrew his trembling fingertips.
"If you can't wield a sword with your right hand, you can use your left." His eyes were a little red, and his voice was filled with bitterness.
Upon seeing this, Lingwu smiled.
"If Your Excellency the God of War takes good care of your injuries, you may be able to fully recover within a month in the mortal realm."
Lu Xuanzhi, who hadn't yet calmed himself down, suddenly had a gleam in his eyes. "Xiao Wu, are you serious?"
"Well... I just don't know if Your Excellency the God of War can do that."
Lingwu looked at his deep, bone-revealing wound and handed him the box of elixirs.
Seeing that he took it but didn't even bother to put it in his mouth, he just kept nodding, his eyes fixed on her without blinking.
"Your Excellency, the God of War, must not leave this small courtyard of mine for the next month, and you must not wield your sword again," Ling Wu said softly.
"Yes, I've remembered it all." Lu Xuanzhi couldn't help but smile.
What is lost and then found is the most precious.
Lu Xuanzhi clutched the brocade box in his hands, his heart beating even faster than when he first learned that he could no longer wield a sword.
If I can't figure out why, I simply stop thinking about it.
He opened the brocade box and swallowed the pills one by one. The pain in his arm had disappeared, but he dared not let his guard down any longer.
Upon seeing this, Ling Wu's lips curved upwards, but when Lu Xuanzhi looked up, she returned to her usual indifference.
"Thank you, Xiaowu." After saying that, he handed her a ring.
"Here are some items that mortal women used to use, which I collected after descending to the mortal realm, as well as the other laws of the five realms that you wanted before, all of them are here..."
Ling Wu did not refuse; she accepted it before speaking to him:
"Now, can you tell me why you insisted on killing that woman that day?"
Lu Xuanzhi's expectant expression vanished instantly; he looked away and pursed his thin lips.
After a long pause, he spoke in a low voice: "This matter cannot be discussed, but as for the rest, I will certainly tell you everything I know."
Lingwu glanced at Jiumei, who was lying on the soft cushion, sleeping soundly.
"Five hundred years ago, you slew the Demon Lord. Is there any hidden story behind that?"
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