Chapter 68 Cultivation of Immortality 13
"Boom--"
The dull thunder resounded through the sky, instantly illuminating the dark sky covered by dark clouds.
In Yunyan Sect, Kong Qingyang sat alone on the couch, with a pot of wine and a wine glass in front of him.
Holding the small wine glass, Kong Qingyang swallowed the slightly turbid wine in the glass in one gulp.
The scorching wine flowed down his throat, burning his internal organs all the way.
"Boom--"
The deafening thunder outside the window continued, disturbing people's minds.
"Crack--"
The wine glass in his hand shattered.
Kong Qingyang glanced at the porcelain cup fragments on the ground expressionlessly, and the vague uneasiness in his heart was infinitely magnified.
The chaotic footsteps approached.
"Master, something bad has happened! Please go to the Spiritual Cauldron Hall! Senior Brother's Spiritual Cauldron..."
The young disciple's crying voice came in from outside the door.
"Senior Brother's Spiritual Cauldron... is destroyed..."
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"Tick-tock..."
The cold raindrops fell on the corners of Lu Xiangwan's eyes and slid down his cheeks like tears of blood.
Lu Xiangwan knelt in the wreckage in a daze, holding the broken Wanhan Sword in his arms, which was as broken as his desolate heart. The
Kunlun jade folding fan that fell at his feet was dull and covered with cracks, completely losing its former luster.
The cold and humid air penetrated into his nasal cavity, carrying the strong smell of blood in the air, which made people nauseous.
A bottomless crack opened by Wanhan's sword stood in front of Lu Xiangwan, separating him from life and death.
The scene of Lu Yihan pushing him away and dragging the demon into it was vivid in his mind, replaying in front of him like a nightmare.
Lu Xiangwan understood Lu Yihan's last look.
He said, I'm sorry, live well.
That was Lu Yihan's last wish.
But to Lu Xiangwan, it was like a curse that could never be broken.
Little Yihan, you're really going too far...
Lu Xiangwan wiped the blood from his lips, staggered to his feet, and held the Wanhan sword tightly in his arms.
How could you just abandon me like this?
The cold temperature made Lu Xiangwan almost tremble.
Even my right to go down to accompany you is being stripped away.
The blood dripping from my fingertips melted into the rain, turning into a blood flower.
My heart hurts so much... so much.
Lu Xiangwan left one footprint after another.
Warm tears mixed with blood slowly fell down.
Because I, Lu Xiangwan, love Lu Yihan the most.
*
"Found it——"
"Everyone come quickly——We found Senior Brother Lu!"
"Quick, quick, where is the elixir? Bring it here quickly!"
"No——The time limit is coming! The exit of Wangluo Wonderland will be closed soon, we must take Senior Brother Lu away from here immediately!"
As his consciousness rose and fell, Lu Xiangwan felt as if he had had a bizarre dream.
In the dream, Lu Yihan was by his side.
They sat together under the wisteria tree at Jiwan Peak, watching the starry sky and the blue butterflies flying. They
looked at the reflection in each other's eyes.
Lu Xiangwan leaned against Lu Yihan's shoulder, put his hands on his mouth, and shouted to the bright full moon:
Lu Xiangwan will be with Lu Yihan forever - never separate!
The light of the silver moon sprinkled on the two of them, as if they were covered with a layer of silver gauze.
The fragrance of wisteria flowers was pervasive and intoxicating.
In the blink of an eye.
Everything in the dream changed.
The once peaceful and beautiful was distorted into a desolate land, extending infinitely into the darkness, with no end.
Lu Xiangwan was alone, standing confusedly in this desolate land, carrying the broken Wanhan sword on his back, and walking alone.
Suddenly, a masked, white-haired man appeared in front of Lu Xiangwan.
He held a bloody long sword in his hand, and the tip of the sword was dripping with bright red blood.
The white-haired man held the sword with both hands, pressed it against Lu Xiangwan's heart, and stabbed it hard into his chest.
In the distorted dream, Lu Xiangwan only had time to see the pair of cold, bloody eyes.
Lu Xiangwan suddenly felt his heart twitch violently, cold and painful.
While his vision was blurred, Lu Xiangwan seemed to see Lu Yihan's figure again.
So Lu Xiangwan endured the severe pain in his heart, slowly stretched out his hand, and tried to touch the face with his bloody fingertips.
Just as he was about to touch it, the blurry face shattered like a mirror and disappeared without a trace.
Wake up from the dream.
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"Awake!"
"Go and inform the master, Senior Brother Lu is awake!"
"Big Brother? Senior Brother Lu?"
Lu Xiangwan opened his eyes and was stunned for a few seconds before he came to his senses from the familiar voice.
Glancing at the person beside him numbly, Lu Xiangwan tried to prop himself up.
Mu Jing was shocked by Lu Xiangwan's indifferent eyes, and seeing that he was struggling to get up despite his injuries, he quickly reached out and held Lu Xiangwan down.
"Big Brother, you are so badly injured, don't move for now."
"Where's the sword?"
Lu Xiangwan's voice was hoarse and a little unclear.
"Ah?"
Mu Jing didn't hear Lu Xiangwan's murmur clearly, so he had to hold down Lu Xiangwan who still insisted on getting up.
"Brother, please don't move. The master will be here soon. Tell me if you need anything."
"Where's the sword?"
Lu Xiangwan couldn't hear Mu Jing's mumbling. There was only one thought in his mind:
That was the sword left by Lu Yihan. It couldn't be lost...
"Brother, what sword are you talking about?"
Mu Jing didn't know when his brother had a sword.
"When Master brought you back from Yun Yan, there was only your Kunlun Jade Folding Fan?"
Although the fan was already damaged and completely unusable.
A hoarse voice suddenly exploded in his ears:
"I don't want the fan! I only want my sword!!"
"Where did you hide my sword!?"
Lu Xiangwan's face was pale, his eyes were red, he suddenly stood up and grabbed Mu Jing's collar tightly, and the veins on the back of his hand bulged due to the force.
"Senior Brother, calm down--"
"We didn't hide your sword!"
"Ahem, someone come--help--"
Mu Jing was strangled by Lu Xiangwan, but he didn't dare to struggle too hard, lest he hurt Lu Xiangwan's already scarred body again.
"Xiangwan, stop."
Gu Guangbai's voice came from outside the door.
A force restrained Lu Xiangwan's movements and rescued Mu Jing from him.
"Master...sword...where did you put the sword?"
Lu Xiangwan finally calmed down a little, looked at Gu Guangbai with a confused expression, and murmured in a low voice, eager to know the whereabouts of Wanhan Sword.
Gu Guangbai glanced at the wound on Lu Xiangwan that had been opened again due to the violent movement, and the blood spread on the white gauze. He
sighed heavily: "The sword belongs to the eldest disciple of Yunyan, so it should stay in Yunyan. I can't take it back to Lingxi, right?"
"Then I'll go and get it back."
That was the only thought Lu Yihan left for him, and he must come back.
After saying that, he completely ignored the bleeding wound on his body and pretended to get up again.
"Alas, you kid..."
While Lu Xiangwan was not paying attention, Gu Guangbai cast a sleeping spell on him neatly.
"Mu Jing, take care of your eldest senior brother first, I'll go to Yunyan."
After leaving these words, Gu Guangbai turned around and left.
How could Gu Guangbai not understand his own disciples?
Usually he seems to be indifferent and doesn't care about anything, but once he falls in love with something or someone, he can't be pulled back even by ten cows.
He is very stubborn...
Gu Guangbai shook his head and sighed again:
Alas, wisdom will hurt, and love will not last forever...