Chapter 124 I regret you...where have you advanced to now?
Ever since she came to this small world, all she wanted was to complete her training, survive the ninety-nine and eighty-one thunder tribulations, and return to her own world - for her, this was getting back on track.
However, she is not a heartless person.
Xie Hanyi is aloof, but he always remembers to protect her behind him. His presence makes her feel the friendship between master and disciple for the first time.
People who practice Taoism, because they are eternally young and have a long life, almost like immortality, are always more reserved and even a little indifferent compared to ordinary people.
She had pursued the truth alone for nearly a hundred years, long accustomed to loneliness. But once someone began to care for her, it was like a warm light in the long, cold night. How could she bear to betray such sincere love?
There were times when the determination to leave in my heart wavered.
She thought that if she remained at her master's side as Lingshan Daojun's personal disciple, it wouldn't be a bad idea. As a former talented female cultivator, she knew Xie Hanyi's cultivation was extremely advanced, and she was only one step away from ascending to heaven.
However, this small step depends entirely on chance.
There are countless cultivators in the world, and among the few powerful ones who can reach the tribulation period, few can ascend to immortality in just a few decades. Many more powerful ones stay in this realm for a hundred years before showing signs of ascension.
She didn't know how long Xie Hanyi would stay in this realm, but no matter how long, if she could wait until the day when he achieved enlightenment and then leave this small world, she would no longer have too many regrets and nostalgia.
But now, she can no longer wait for that day, and she has to leave because of the will of heaven.
"There's not much time left, I—"
I have made great progress in the Western Extreme, and the day of soul transfer and body replacement will soon be approaching.
The following words were stuck in my throat, as if being strangled by an invisible hand, and I couldn't make a sound.
He couldn't reveal the secret, and couldn't explain the many emotions in his heart to Xie Hanyi, so he could only hold them in, making Mu Fuyun, who was always calm and free-spirited, look a little embarrassed.
She was so exhausted that tears welled up in her eyes and she couldn't stop shaking her head. Thousands of words could only be reduced to one sentence: "Master, it's not worth it."
She will leave eventually, so why should Xie Hanyi ruin his own immortal path?
Xie Hanyi looked into her tear-filled eyes, trying to comfort her like he used to, telling her that he didn't feel it was worthless. But for some reason, he could vaguely sense that the "worthless" she mentioned was not what he thought.
The corners of his lips moved, and he wanted to say something, but suddenly he felt at a loss for words. He wanted to raise his hand and stroke her hair, but his fingertips trembled and he didn't move in the end. The light in his eyes dimmed.
"Forget it. I've already burdened you too much." He sighed softly, lowered his eyes, and whispered, "At this point, there's no point in saying more. You should just get some rest first."
As he spoke, he turned and headed towards the cave.
He was injured, his meridians were half destroyed, he was already weak, and coupled with his depressed mood, his back, which was originally as straight as a pine tree, suddenly appeared a little shaky and fragile.
Mu Fuyun's heart trembled at what she saw, and the tears that had been welling up in her eyes finally rolled down. Unable to suppress the bitterness in her heart, she took two steps forward, and before he left, she stretched out her arms and wrapped them around his waist from behind.
"Master, I'm sorry."
She felt remorseful and sad, and for a moment she lost her usual composure, her rare emotions overflowing.
"Disciple is not blaming Master, I'm just really frustrated and willful for a moment..."
Xie Hanyi's body stiffened for a moment when she held him like this, but he did not push her away. Instead, he slowly relaxed, raised his right hand, and gently placed it on the back of her hand, patting it again and again.
The guilt in his heart had not yet disappeared, but his worries had eased a little. He wanted to say that it was a relief to see her vent her emotions, and he would never blame her.
However, just as he opened his mouth, he felt a sharp pain in his heart, as if an uncontrollable force was grabbing him from the inside and pulling him out. Even his spiritual platform, which had been solid since he had established his foundation, seemed to be shaken.
His breathing stagnated, his body stilled, and the words on the tip of his tongue stopped abruptly.
Mu Fuyun noticed his momentary stiffness, loosened her arms around him, walked around to his side, raised her misty eyes, and asked nervously, "Master, what's wrong? Are you feeling unwell?"
Xie Hanyi's expression remained unchanged, only the corners of his lips moved slightly, then he returned to normal and said softly, "Nothing, just a little tired."
As he spoke, he turned sideways, raised his hand and placed it on her cheek. His slender fingertips with light calluses wiped the corners of her eyes, and wet tears shattered and spread between his fingertips.
"You were also seriously injured in the Western Extremes. Now that you can't mobilize your spiritual energy, you should regulate your breathing so that you can slowly recover."
Mu Fuyun felt a little embarrassed when he wiped her tears. She nodded and agreed, "Disciple understands. Master, please go to the cave to recuperate soon."
After saying that, she stepped aside, saluted Xie Hanyi, watched him turn and enter the cave, and only turned around after the door was slightly closed.
For some reason, Xie Hanyi's strange behavior at that moment gave her a bad feeling.
How severe was the injury to end his path to immortality?
She stood by the water, staring at the frosty white mist swirling on the water, her face gradually becoming gloomy.
The mustard seed bag was still at her waist, and she couldn't wield the sword, so she took out the energy-saving talisman paper that she often used when she came to Tianyan and stuck it on her waist. She left Lingshanze and headed towards the back hall of Guizang Palace.
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In the cave, Xie Hanyi held his breath and concentrated. Only when he sensed that Mu Fuyu had left did he dare to cover his chest and hunch over in pain.
He propped himself up with his other arm to prevent himself from falling. Beads of sweat streamed down his temples, and his pale face quickly became filled with a look of forbearance.
When I woke up in Guizang Palace earlier, my body had not fully recovered yet. Apart from being a little weak, I didn't feel much discomfort. It was only when I returned to Lingshanze that the pain began to appear.
When he was in the Western Pole, he had severed the connection between his body and the spiritual vein in order to reseal it, injuring himself to the core. Now, he no longer needed to soak in cold water due to the constant churning of his blood - even if he did soak it, it would be of no use.
The turbulent pain spreading from his spiritual center was completely different from the pain of severe damage to vitality after an ordinary battle. Instead, it was mixed with a pulling sensation, as if an invisible hand was trying to uncover the foundation he had built up over so many years of practice.
This is a sign of obsession.
Xie Hanyi's eyes darkened. He tried to sit up straight and concentrate on regulating his breathing.
I don’t know how long it took, until the agitation subsided temporarily, and then I dared to let out my anger.
The mustard seed bag still contained the Qingbai Frost Sword, which had been split into two pieces. The originally silver-bright and sharp sword had now lost its luster and looked like scrap metal, no longer possessing its former might.
This sword was the divine sword given to him by his master Qi Guiyuan. Even in the battle of Chang Geng that year, when he faced the devil Kun Sheyang, the sword was not damaged at all. However, a bolt of lightning from the west directly split it in half.
The power of advanced thunder tribulations gradually increases as the realm rises. What realm of thunder tribulation could be able to split his sword?
Xie Hanyi looked at the broken sword, his eyes gradually becoming solemn.
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Outside Lingshanze, on the mountain path leading to Guizang Palace, Mu Fuyun walked up the steps step by step.
The last time I climbed on foot like this was when I had just entered the outer sect and didn’t know how to wield a sword.
Back then, she was ridiculed and looked down upon, feeling completely out of place in the entire Tianyan world. But now, no one would embarrass her anymore.
This was just a change that had occurred since the Dharma Assembly, which had only happened a few days ago, but she felt as if a long time had passed.
On the mountain path, disciples were coming and going, some talking side by side, some walking slowly on their swords. Most of them had returned together from the Westernmost Part. When they saw Mu Fuyun, they often greeted her with a fist salute.
Several disciples also asked about her and Xie Hanyi's situation with concern. Although they knew they could not help, they still solemnly reminded her that if she needed anything, she should not hesitate to ask.
Mu Fuyun agreed to all of them, and when he arrived at the Guizang Palace, he could no longer remember how many people he had spoken to.
She patted her chest and took a deep breath, realizing that dealing with so many people seemed more tiring than practicing alone.
After much difficulty, he walked around the main hall where disciples were coming and going and arrived at the back hall, where he found complete silence.
Not long after, several of the already barely visible lotus lanterns enshrined here seemed to go out, dissipating into the world and disappearing without a trace.
The lamp belonging to Mu Fuyue was always burning, still standing quietly in the corner.
Perhaps sensing something, the moment she stepped into the hall, the light of the lamp trembled, and wisps of smoke rose up, turning into a familiar human shape.
"You finally came." Mu Fuyue floated in the air, looking down at her sister. "I thought you didn't want to come again."
As she spoke, she looked like she had just woken up from a deep sleep, raised her head, stretched her body, and smiled happily: "That's right, you have made an oath, you dare not not come."
Mu Fuyun remained calm as he walked to the lotus lantern, drew his sword, cut a hole on his fingertip, and let the blood drip into the wick.
Nourished by the blood of his closest relatives, Mu Fuyue's vitality has visibly recovered a lot. His soul, which was originally as light as smoke, is no longer so transparent and is becoming more and more like the complete spirits of ordinary cultivators.
Almost there.
After a few more times, the spirit and soul should be complete and the soul transfer technique can be performed.
Mu Fuyun's mind flashed with the figure of Xie Hanyi. He slowly put down his hand, his eyes dark.
Mu Fuyue didn't get a response, feeling unwilling to give up. She moved to her sister's side, bent down slightly, leaned close to her ear, and whispered, "How is it? It's almost done, sister, do you hate me?" Mu Fuyun retracted the sword and didn't answer her, not even looking at her. He just said lightly, "You're too lazy to even pretend now."
Mu Fuyue's expression froze. He hadn't expected her to respond in this way. He revealed a trace of embarrassment that he couldn't hide, and then he had a desperate attitude: "Hmph, whatever you say, anyway, at this point, no one dares to do anything to me."
"That's right. In that case, just wait patiently." Mu Fuyun nodded and turned to walk out.
Just before she was about to step out of the palace, she suddenly remembered something, stopped, looked back at Mu Fuyue, and answered her previous question: "I don't hate you."
Mu Fuyue was stunned, her eyes full of disbelief.
"The Mu Fuyun who would hate you is long gone."
After Mu Fuyun finished speaking, he left the back hall without looking back.
Outside Guizang Hall, the weather was clear, with light wind and few clouds.
Chu Ye and Song Xinghe stood at the foot of the stone steps, looking up at this side, their faces pale.
It was as if he knew she would come here today and came here to wait for her, but he didn't dare to enter this place that he once regarded as hope, and could only watch from afar.
Seeing her come out, the two men's already tense bodies became even stiffer.
Chu Ye was the first to react. He moved his feet and asked, "Where have you advanced to now?"
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