White Blade (I)

The world of cultivation is divided into four realms.

The fairy world is divided into nine provinces, which are governed by three sects and six schools.

There is only one Xingque Palace in the demon world, and all power is in the hands of the demon king Su Xuan.

The demon world is divided into thirteen domains, half of which is in the hands of the demon lord Ji Cang, and the other half is divided among other demon lords.

The underworld is different. It is divided into two cities. The Ghost City is where the Lord of the Underworld lives, but the Lord of the Underworld is not the real person in power.

The real power is in another city.

In the white blade.

Fu You, the lord of Bai Renli, has a heavenly spiritual root and entered the state of transformation at the age of 200. His identity in childhood is unknown. He became famous because he killed the previous lord of the underworld. However, Fu You did not become the lord of the underworld, nor did he live in a ghost town. Instead, he chose a small town to live in and named it Bai Renli.

The current Lord of the Underworld was chosen by him personally from the ghost cultivators in the underworld. To put it bluntly, he is a puppet monarch, and the power is still in the hands of Fu You.

The White Blade was not as desolate as Sandy had imagined. She thought that ghost cultivators were afraid of sunlight, and the underworld, which had not seen light for years, must be dark and terrifying.

But in fact, the underworld is dark all year round. The sky above the entire city is wrapped in a barrier, blocking the sunlight outside the barrier, but the entire city is hung with lights.

Sang Dai and Su Xuan stood outside the city. The streets were not very wide, with green bricks, red tiles, and overhanging eaves of tall buildings. It was no different from the cities in the fairyland.

The difference is that there are countless more lights.

Bright lights were hung at the door of every store, and hemp ropes were scattered sparsely above the streets, with bright lights hanging on the ropes.

Looking from afar, thousands of bright lights are colorful, and the light is as bright as the sea. This place does not look like the underworld, but rather like the fairyland of Yao Palace.

She stood outside the city gate, with ghost cultivators coming and going around her, as well as human cultivators, demon cultivators, and monster cultivators.

"Like bright lights?"

Sandy's thoughts were pulled back and she turned her head to look at the person who had appeared beside her out of nowhere.

Su Xuan asked again: "Do you like it?"

Sandy hesitated for a moment and nodded: "It looks good."

Su Xuan's lips curved slightly, and he leaned closer to her and whispered, "Miss Sang, do you know what these lights represent?"

Sandy asked doubtfully, "Isn't it just a lamp? It's used for lighting."

Su Xuan stood up lazily, his eyes paused for a moment in the brightly lit white blade, and said lazily: "Those are not lights used for lighting, Miss Sang, do you know how those lights are lit?"

Sandy asked, "Lamp oil?"

"Soul."

"…What?"

Su Xuan said: "Ghost cultivators are not born as ghosts. After death, humans, demons, and monsters enter reincarnation. Those who do not enter reincarnation will become ghosts and go to the underworld to practice. They are ordinary ghost cultivators, but this is in Bai Ren. The ghost cultivators here are different from the ghost cultivators in the ghost town."

"Fu You set up a rule that all ghost cultivators who enter the White Blade to practice must hold a bright lamp in their hands and use their souls as a guide. If the lamp goes out, the ghost cultivator will be given the 'Eating Seal' by Fu You."

Sandy frowned: "What do you mean?"

"'Shiyin' means to eat food. It literally means that if this ghost Fuyou is no longer protected, other ghost cultivators can eat it and devour its cultivation."

Sandy's heart tightened. "If you are so cruel, why do you want to go into the sword?"

Su Xuan walked towards the city and hooked his finger at Sandy, motioning her to follow him.

Sandy followed him.

As soon as the two of them entered the city gate surrounded by white blades, Sandeton felt a warmth in his meridians.

Su Xuan turned sideways to look at her, his eyes full of meaning, his silence was worth more than a thousand words.

Sandy understood.

There is such abundant spiritual veins in the white blade!

It's just a small city, but its spiritual veins are more abundant than those of all the nine states in the fairyland combined.

"Practicing in the White Blade has its price, such as satisfying Fuyou's evil tastes."

"But...how long can the soul burn?"

"Who said you have to use your own soul? You can't kill each other in the white blade, but Fu You won't care about it outside the white blade."

Ghost cultivators can kill humans, demons, monsters, and even other ghost cultivators, take out their souls and return them to the White Blade to continue lighting their own beacon.

In this way, it can shine for a long time.

In this way, you can continue to survive in the fierce battle.

Sandy had never heard of such rules in the White Blade before, as she seldom left the fairyland.

Suddenly someone grabbed her wrist and pulled Sandy towards him, so that the two of them were almost shoulder to shoulder.

Su Xuan said: "Look, Miss Sang, once you come to Bai Renli, you are the best commodity."

He said this, but he held Sandy's wrist tightly, and the pressure from his body was released without any concealment to Sandy. The ghost cultivator who was nearby suddenly caught fire and turned into a wisp of smoke and fell down in an instant.

The ghost cultivator in the distance was timid and didn't dare to get closer, but still lingered nearby, staring at Sandy with his dark red eyes.

"You are a cultivator of the Heavenly Spiritual Root and the Spiritual Transformation Realm. Your soul is so strong that no ghost cultivator can resist you. Sandy, you can easily be possessed by a powerful ghost, or have your soul taken away. Do you know that?"

Sandy nodded: "Yes, I understand."

Despite this, no ghost cultivator dared to take action.

Su Xuan was a demon cultivator at the Mahayana realm. Even though he rarely showed up in front of the world and many ghost cultivators didn't know his identity, his unfathomable cultivation was enough to prove that he was a powerful person.

Just a little bit of pressure can scare away the souls of nearby ghost cultivators. That female cultivator also has a heavenly-level magic weapon. Although they cannot detect her spiritual power fluctuations, someone who can be protected by a powerful demon cultivator and a heavenly-level magic weapon should not be someone they can afford to offend.

The ghost cultivators disappeared into the darkness.

Su Xuan sneered: "Miss Sang, these ghost cultivators cherish their lives, but there are always those who don't. Your body is extremely healthy from the inside out. We just entered the white blade and a blind ghost cultivator bumped into us. You haven't encountered the powerful ghost yet."

His voice was mocking, but the tight grip he held on Sandy's wrist and the increasing pressure from her told her that he was being stubborn.

Su Xuan was worried about her.

Sandy let him hold her wrist and followed him, keeping pace with his steps.

"Su Xuan, don't worry."

She was still as gentle as ever. Su Xuan felt annoyed and wanted to burn all these ghost cultivators to death.

He snorted and responded coldly: "I am not worried about you."

Sandy suppressed her laughter and nodded: "Okay, I was just being sentimental."

Su Xuan held her hand and walked forward. Along the way, there were many ghost cultivators who coveted Sang Dai, but due to the presence of Su Xuan and Chang Mang, no one dared to step forward and attack. Only Su Xuan would burn a few ghost cultivators from time to time when he was annoyed.

Until they reached a certain place, suddenly, as if they sensed something, Sandy turned around and looked.

Su Xuan: "What are you looking at?"

Sandy narrowed her eyes slightly and shook her head: "Nothing, let's go and find a place to rest."

She looked away and continued walking forward.

Su Xuan glanced in the direction she had just looked at, then withdrew his gaze indifferently and walked side by side with Sang Dai.

In a high-rise building on the street, the windows were wide open and a man was leaning against the window holding a sword. His profile was calm and handsome, with a clear and smooth jawline, clear eyebrows and eyes, and his ponytail was tied up high with a jade crown.

"Brother Shen, what are you looking at?"

Shi Yao walked forward and was about to look down when Shen Ci Yu had already stood up.

"Nothing, just some fresh air."

The broad figure just blocked her view. It was not known whether it was intentional or not, but Shi Yao's view was completely blocked and she could not see any of the scene outside the window.

"Blowing the wind?"

"Well, let's go downstairs and have dinner."

Shen Ci Yu spoke coldly, and without any intention of waiting for Shi Yao, he walked downstairs with sword in hand.

Shi Yao came to the window and looked down indifferently, only to see the bright lights all over the street and the humans, demons, monsters and ghosts coming and going.

This was the place Shen Ciyu was looking at just now.

Shi Yao looked for a while, then retracted her gaze, closed the window and went downstairs.

***

The night was deep and the dew was heavy, but the lights were still bright inside the white blade.

In the woods, a tall white shadow stood quietly.

There is no moonlight in Bairen, only countless lights. Even a random bamboo forest is hung with bright lights, and no one knows whose life the ghost cultivator represents.

The moment the footsteps approached, the swordsman in white looked over.

When I saw the familiar figure, my heart stopped for a moment.

Her face was unfamiliar. The person who had set up the illusion for her was very powerful, and even Shen Ciyu could not see any trace of disguise.

But he could recognize her figure at a glance even if she was across a whole street from him, among thousands of people.

Standing beside Su Xuan, holding his hand, she was the only one who could touch Su Xuan at such a close distance.

"Sande..."

Sandy nodded: "Brother Shen."

She changed into a blue dress. Unlike the plain-faced one she had in Jian Zong, Jian Xiu now wore a misty blue dress with intricate and delicate patterns. The only wooden hairpin she had in the past was replaced by a head full of gorgeous silver ornaments.

It seemed like she was living a much better life than when she was in Jianzong.

Shen Ciyu's throat seemed to be pinched by something, his lips trembled a few times, and the hand holding the sword could hardly be steady.

"Sandy...are you, are you okay..."

Sandy said, "Very good."

Shen Ciyu turned his head away, suppressed the sourness in his nose, and adjusted his mood in an instant.

"What happened to your golden elixir?"

"It's broken."

"…Is it okay?"

"able."

"Are you having a good time in the demon world?"

"very good."

"Is Su Xuan good to you?"

"……Um."

"Will you come back to the Sword Sect?"

He paused here, staring at Sandy with his black eyes without blinking, his whole body tensed and his breathing stopped at this moment.

But Sandy didn't hesitate at all, and even answered the question the moment he asked it.

"will not."

Shen Ciyu lowered his eyes and remained silent for a long time.

The evening breeze blew through the forest, stirring the leaves like the roar of a demon.

The two were silent for a long time, and then a hoarse voice sounded.

"It's okay if you don't come back."

Facing the male protagonist in front of her, Sandy felt a little strange.

The senior brother who grew up with her turned out to be the male protagonist of this book, and she, the cannon fodder, existed only to pave the way for the relationship between the male and female protagonists.

Sandy found it ironic.

She said simply and clearly: "Brother Shen, I am not here to reminisce with you. I am here to retrieve my things."

Shen Ciyu knew what she wanted.

He looked at Sandy indifferently, and saw only coldness and alienation in her eyes.

I knew exactly what choice Sandy would make, but when I heard it with my own ears, my heart still ached.

"Sandei, the Skystone is not with me."

Sang Dai's Zhiyu Sword is made of Tianyu Stone. Ten thousand years ago, the ancestor of the Sword Sect used Tianyu Stone to forge the Zhiyu Sword. The remaining small piece of Tianyu Stone has always existed in the Sword Sect. It is the only Tianyu Stone in the world of cultivation. It is made of the essence of heaven and earth, and contains pure Guixu spiritual power.

If there is the Tianyu Stone, Sandy's broken Zhiyu Sword may be repaired again.

That is the only chance to save Zhiyu Sword.

Sang Dai frowned: "Back then, the Sword Master established a rule that the Tianyu Stone and Zhiyu Sword belonged to the Zhiyu Master. That half of the Tianyu Stone is still in the Sword Sect. You clearly have its aura on you - Shi Yao?"

She finally understood.

When Shen Ci Yu was with Shi Yao, if Shi Yao had the Tianyu Stone on her body, he would indeed carry the aura of the Tianyu Stone.

The disciples of the Sword Sect have the Sword Sect's spiritual seal on their right wrists. When they are close to each other, they can use the spiritual seal to confirm each other's position and meet up to rescue each other in time.

When entering the white blade, Sang Dai felt the burning of the spirit seal and at the same time, there was the aura of the Tianyu Stone. Sang Dai had used Zhiyu for a hundred years and was very familiar with the aura of the Tianyu Stone. She suppressed it silently until Su Xuan went to bed at night. Shen Ci Yu contacted her through the spirit seal and Sang Dai went out.

Shen Ciyu said: "I will get the Tianyu Stone for you. It is yours."

Sandy's face turned cold and she looked into his eyes without any emotion.

"No need, I'll come and get it myself."

Someone is coming.

Shen Ci Yu's eyes blurred and he only saw Sang Dai's skirt fluttering. It was obvious that she could only use weak spiritual power, and he was a cultivator in the Spirit Transformation Realm, but at this moment he could not see Sang Dai's movements clearly. In a moment of distraction, the person in front of him had disappeared.

Sandy teleported in front of the person who came, and a woman's scream rang out.

Shen Ci Yu came back to his senses and looked in the direction of the sound. He saw a person tied tightly with silk on Sang Dai's wrist.

Tied...

It’s Shi Yao.

"Sande!"

He hurried forward and tried to grab Sandy's arm, but she dodged it easily and his hands fell into empty space.

Shen Ci Yu was stunned.

Sang Dai looked over and said, "Shen Ciyu, don't touch me."

He seemed to be unable to breathe. He clenched his heart with one hand and tightened it hard, and a piercing pain spread from his chest.

Shi Yao seemed very panicked, her beautiful eyes full of fear: "Senior Sister Sang, please let me go, it hurts so much."

But Sandy no longer loved her as much as before.

"Shi Yao, where is my Tianyu Stone?"

Even the words are so cold.

Shi Yao was stunned.

What happened to Sandy? Why did she suddenly treat her like this?

Shi Yao's face turned pale, and she forced a smile, squeezed out tears, and said timidly: "Senior Sister, I was so worried about you, I'm glad you're okay."

In the past, Sang Dai could not stand her submission. She valued friendship too much, and because of the stories fabricated by Sang Wenzhou, she always obeyed Shi Yao.

But now Sandy just looked at her expressionlessly.

Shi Yao felt uneasy and used the words she often used in the past: "Senior Sister Sang, I am not feeling well and my heart is in pain. Can you let me--"

Before she could finish her words, a slight pain spread from her wrist, and Shi Yao's words were cut off.

Even Shen Ci Yu didn't have time to stop her, as Sandy swiftly pulled out a hairpin and cut off the bracelet on Shi Yao's wrist.

She did not hold back. Shi Yao had been used to being a coquettish person over the years and had seldom exercised. She could not withstand her rough movements at all. The broken rope left bloody marks on her skin, and bright red blood flowed out.

Shen Ciyu and Shi Yao were both shocked when they realized what Sandy had done.

Everyone in the Sword Sect knew that Sandy had a good temper, and she was especially caring towards Shi Yao.

Shen Ciyu whispered: "Sang Dai..."

Shi Yao reacted and couldn't stop pretending, she shouted: "Sang Dai!"

Her body was shaking and her lips were quivering, but she couldn't even utter a complete sentence.

Sandy took off the Tianyu Stone, and whether she intended to humiliate it or just felt it was dirty, she took out a handkerchief and wiped the Tianyu Stone several times.

Her expression remained calm as she put away the Tianyu Stone and retrieved the long thorns that bound Shi Yao.

Without saying a word, he turned and left.

Shen Ciyu spoke subconsciously: "Sang Dai!"

But the look Sandy gave me was just too...

indifferent.

It was as if he didn't know her, he even saw a hint of annoyance.

How did they get to this point?

"Sande..."

He didn't try to persuade her to stay.

The swordsman walked further and further away, her black hair was blown up by the night wind, and the hairpin on her bun was hung with tassels. The warm yellow light fell on her body, which was obviously an exceptionally soft color, but Shen Ci Yu felt it was utterly cold.

She left.

And there will never be a return.

***

The night wind was blowing and it was a little chilly.

Changmang stuck to Sandy and used his spiritual power to warm her body.

Sandy held the Tianyu Stone and walked in the deep and dense bamboo forest. The gurgling water beside the stream made a rustling sound, and she stopped at a place.

She took out the Zhiyu Sword from her Qiankun bag. She had been polishing it every day these days, and the Zhiyu Sword was still shiny.

Just stop responding to her.

Sandy didn't know how to use the Tianyu Stone, but she didn't want to give up Zhiyu.

She tentatively opened the round hole on the handle of Zhiyu Sword. That was the place for the spirit stone. The sword with spiritual awareness loved the spirit stone the most. It swallowed the spiritual power in it to nourish the sword spirit. All the money Sandy had was fed to Zhiyu.

She put the Tianyu Stone in.

Sang Dai held Zhiyu in her arms, her heart seemed to stop beating, and she looked at Zhiyu without blinking.

But it was motionless.

She waited for a long time, so long that her body felt cold, but it still did not respond.

"Zhiyu..."

She reached out her hand and carefully touched the Zhiyu Sword.

The cold, dead Zhiyu Sword.

"Zhiyu, can you accompany me for a while longer?"

But Zhiyujian never responded again.

Sandy lowered her eyes and paused for a moment, her nose feeling sour.

"Thank you for your hard work, Zhiyu."

She sighed, and was about to put away the Zhiyu Sword, but the long blade wrapped around her wrist seemed to sense something and suddenly became excited, tightening uncontrollably.

She felt a little pain from the force of the sword and let out a low cry. Her left hand suddenly became weak and the Zhiyu Sword fell to the ground, just sliding into the stream beside her.

Chang Mang: "Bing!"

Realizing that it had made a mistake, it was about to pick up Sandy's sword when it heard footsteps at the end of the forest.

Sandy looked in the direction of the sound.

The warm yellow light fell on his silver hair, and every strand of hair was soaked in warmth. He was tall and straight, and looked cool and chilly.

Su Xuan's gaze first fell on her pale face, and suddenly he frowned.

Her complexion was really bad, her eyes were a little red, and her whole body was decrepit.

And at her feet...

Su Xuan saw Zhiyu soaking in the water, with the tassel of her sword stained with mud.

Almost instantly, Sang Dai sensed his hidden pressure, and Su Xuan's face turned cold.

Sandy was puzzled: "Su Xuan, you——"

Before she could finish her words, she was interrupted angrily by him.

"What's wrong, Miss Sword Sect, are you so easily frustrated? Your meridians are seriously injured and you can't practice swordsmanship, so you don't even want your own sword anymore, and you give up on yourself?"

Sandy: "...what?"

Su Xuan looked really angry: "Sang Dai, you are the best in swordsmanship, no one can compare to you. Just because you can't practice swordsmanship temporarily, you can even throw away Zhiyu?"

Sandy cares about Zhiyu the most and wipes her many times a day. Zhiyu is well taken care of by her. Now lying in the mud, Sandy's face looks so frustrated, as if she has suffered a great setback.

Su Xuan raised his hand and Zhiyu was swept up by his spiritual power. He didn't mind the dirtiness and wiped Zhiyu clean roughly, then pulled out the Zhiyu Sword and threw it over.

Sandy took it quickly.

"You piece of trash, take up your sword and kill me!"

Sandy: "...I didn't--"

"Don't you hate me? Why did you beat me in the past? Now pick up your sword and fight me!"

But Sandy also heard:

[I will kill those bastards of the Sword Sect. My Dai Dai is clearly the most outstanding swordsman in the world!]

Sandy finally understood what Su Xuan had misunderstood.

"...Su Xuan."

"Miss, you want to throw away Zhiyu again? If you dare to abandon the way of the sword, I will kill everyone in the Sword Sect right now."

He was clearly threatening, but his eyes were redder than Sandy's. He was extremely angry, but more of it was sadness and heartache.

Because Sandy could hear his truest thoughts.

[How could you give up swordsmanship? You like Zhiyu so much, and swordsmanship was chosen by you yourself.]

[You have fought with me so many times, your sword-wielding hand is so steady, and your sword-wielding heart is so clear, why do you want to give up the sword path? ]

[Daidai, you can’t…]

The two looked at each other from a distance, and Sandy suddenly narrowed her eyes.

"Su Xuan, I promised you that I would return to the peak of swordsmanship and fight you."

Su Xuan thought she was lying.

Sang Dai had no choice but to raise Chang Mang and told Su Xuan everything that had just happened.

That makes sense. Su Xuan glanced at Changmang, and Changmang responded with a groan.

She was telling the truth.

What he just said...

The demon king's face froze, and when he saw the smiling eyes of a certain sword cultivator, he felt even more uncomfortable.

"You - I don't care about your business, I just look down on people who complain about themselves."

Sandy nodded in agreement: "Okay, okay, I get it."

Looking at Su Xuan's red ears and evasive eyes, the depression in Sang Dai's heart suddenly disappeared.

She asked softly, "Then, Lord Demon King, what are you doing here? Aren't you supposed to rest?"

"Tsk." Su Xuan still had that sarcastic look on his face, "Miss Sang, you really underestimate me. Do you think I didn't notice you when you left the house?"

The moment she left, Su Xuan knew it.

Sandy asked again: "Then will you follow me all the way?"

Su Xuan said stubbornly: "But I just arrived."

Sandy looked up to meet his eyes.

[Of course I have to follow. All the ghost cultivators in Bai Ren are concerned about Dai Dai. What if something happens? ]

Sandy found it funny.

In fact, with Changmang around, she can handle it as long as she doesn't encounter a powerful ghost.

So he followed her all the way, watched her enter the bamboo forest, and waited nearby for her to come out.

Seeing that she hadn't come out yet, he finally couldn't help but worry and went in to look for her. He happened to see the scene just now and thought that she had been frustrated and threw Zhiyu away.

Sandy asked, "Don't you want to ask me what I'm doing?"

Su Xuan said indifferently: "I'm not interested. It's up to you."

【Dade can do whatever she wants, and everything she does is right.】

This time Sandy actually laughed.

She brought Zhiyu out and put it in front of Su Xuan for him to see.

"Su Xuan, this is my Tianyu Stone. I want to use it to repair the Zhiyu Sword. This is the only way to save Zhiyu. I want to try it."

Su Xuan's gaze fell on the small stone embedded in the handle of the Zhiyu Sword.

He knew about Tianyu Stone, and the Zhiyu Sword was forged from Tianyu Stone.

It seems that she really came to see the Sword Sect.

But she did not go with the Sword Sect's people.

The Tianyu Stone in Sandy's hand is a shrunk version. When it is actually used, it will be much larger than its current size. The spiritual power contained in it is extremely rich, storing the Guixu spiritual power that has not been eroded for thousands of years.

From his angle, he could just see Sandy's smiling eyes, which were full of agility and brilliance.

She held Zhiyu in her hands and looked up as if she was waiting for his praise, without any sign of frustration.

Su Xuan's heart was softened.

[Damn... so cute, so cute, so cute! I want to kiss, I want to kiss, I want to kiss! ]

Sandy's smile widened.

Su Xuan used all his strength to resist the urge to kiss and hug her, and said in a dignified manner: "It seems that you still remember the agreement with me, to return to the peak of swordsmanship and fight with me. I don't like people who break their promises."

Sandy was still laughing: "Okay, Su Xuan, let's fight again. I will not show any mercy."

Su Xuan: "..."

[I can't help it!! How can it be so cute! ]

Su Xuan quickly turned around and strode forward.

But Sandy saw two fox ears sticking out from his half-tied up thick silver hair, with pink tinge visible at the tips of the ears.

He himself didn't know when his ears were exposed.

Sandy thought it was pretty and stayed where she was, unable to stop laughing.

Before he could laugh for long, he saw the person who had just walked out a short distance in front of him turn around and say, "What are you standing there for? Go back and have a rest. We will auction it in Bai Ren Li tomorrow."

Sandy put away the Tianyu Stone and trotted forward to follow him.

"good."

The corners of Su Xuan's lips curled up slightly, and he silently sent his spiritual power into her meridians.

The cold night wind was also blocked out.

Sandy clenched the Tianyu Stone in her hand.

She will never return to the Sword Sect, and she will never give up the sword path.

She wants to carry her own sword and walk her own way.

A path that you will never regret, whether living or dying.