Chapter 170 Bitter Pool Ripples: The Jade Chime is acceptable, but not this Venerable One? ...
Ru Xian's gaze flickered slightly. Leaning against the boat awning, she silently bent her right knee, raising Lin Feiran, who was staring blankly at the sky, by a few inches.
Although he couldn't help but call her dull on ordinary days, he knew in his heart that she was just a little slow to understand matters of love.
This slowness was not due to her lack of sensitivity or irrationality; on the contrary, it stemmed precisely from her tendency to "judge others by herself."
She is not easily moved by human emotions and is indifferent to feelings, so she assumes that others will not have romantic feelings for her.
But when it comes to things outside of love, she is actually quick-witted and shrewd, so she rarely shows such an expression, which makes her so endearing.
Lin Feiran, who is usually fearless and courageous when drawing his sword, only shows this side of himself when he is by his side.
Fortunately, he was the only one who had seen it.
Once they were closer, he spoke up: "Compared to the earth-shattering secrets in your memories, are your parents more touching to you?"
Lin Feiran snapped out of her daze and nodded silently.
"Actually, I was shocked by that secret at first, but then I saw my father and mother again, and they were standing in front of me... I haven't dreamed about them for a long time."
As she spoke, her gaze slowly shifted to his face, but she couldn't see it clearly.
The sunlight in the Bitter Sea Pool had become even brighter at some point, the shimmering light dazzling and making one's eyes swell.
This is clearly the brightness that hail prefers.
Just like his temperament, he always liked things that were too extreme.
Exquisitely beautiful, dazzlingly bright, even the sunlight in the small world was like this; looking up, one could almost engulf everything in its brilliance.
She squinted, only able to vaguely see him blending into the golden white, his slightly pursed lips and handsome jawline faintly visible.
In this hazy light, she seemed to meet a pair of slightly lowered eyes, as green as jade, yet carrying a depth and joy unlike any other, like a swirling current that almost drew her soul into it.
"..."
Perhaps I slept for too long, and my dream was full of twists and turns, causing me to hallucinate for a moment.
She deliberately ignored the shiver that came from being stared at, looked away, rubbed her eyes, and prepared to get up.
"My lord, did I sleep too long and not make your legs red?"
Lin Feiran failed to get up, and for some reason, she fell back down.
She looked up in confusion, and the haze just brushed against the corner of her eye. She glanced at the sky, and the Bitter Sea Pool immediately darkened a little, at least enough for her to see his expression clearly.
What's the rush?
He raised an eyebrow slightly, and although he softened his voice a bit, his tone was no different from usual—frank and aloof.
"If you want to see your parents, you can come to me. After all, you've already met them here a few times before, haven't you?"
Lin Feiran had no recollection of it, but a glimmer of hope rose in his heart: "Lord, a cultivator like you must know some extraordinary methods..."
Back when I was at Daohe Temple, I would light a soul-guiding lamp at night, hoping to meet the spirit again. Although ancient books say this method is useless, what if it works?
"There are no 'what ifs.' Death is death, unless your parents possess someone else's body, but I don't think they are that kind of people."
However, it's not entirely hopeless.
As if a hailstone were raised on her lips, she picked up a phantom golden-red peacock feather between her fingers.
"Just use illusion magic. Weren't you quite satisfied with what you saw earlier?"
A red light flashed in his eyes, and almost in the blink of an eye, she saw her mother.
Lin Feiran opened her eyes slightly, looking surprised. She had never known that Ru Xian could use illusion magic.
And the realism is just like that...
Her mother was a head shorter than him and had a higher body temperature. She always liked to sprinkle some fragrant orchid dew on her body, so she would also have a faint fragrance on her body.
The person in front of her was exactly like her mother in appearance, expression, figure, and even body temperature and smell. Lin Feiran could almost mistake her for a real person.
"Slowly..."
He spoke, and his voice was exactly the same.
But this is like hail!
Lin Feiran immediately jumped off his lap, like a bowstring stretched to its limit suddenly snapping back, which was quite comical.
Ru Xian couldn't help but chuckle: "What's wrong?"
There hadn't been such a strong reaction before.
Lin Feiran, who had been in a deep sleep for a long time, was not used to it and felt dizzy. He stomped heavily on the bow of the boat a few times, causing water to splash and the boat to sway.
She held her forehead, muttering "No."
After regaining her balance, she looked up for a moment, then quickly looked away, and after hesitating for a long time, asked in a low voice.
"My Lord, this method is indeed excellent... What kind of technique is this? Could you teach it to me, or give it to Biqing? I can go to her later."
"Biqing?"
Ru Xian looked at her, her eyes narrowed slightly, then she turned around and sat on the boat awning, crossing her legs, but her voice was no longer as light and cheerful as before.
"This is not a cultivation technique, but a bloodline secret technique that no one except the Peacock Clan can cultivate."
"Why is it possible for Biqing, but not for me?"
Lin Feiran paused, even stammering slightly: "How...how can this be the same?"
"How are they different?" Ru Xian asked, puzzled. "What's the difference between Bi Qing and me?"
"..."
Lin Feiran did not answer. She simply stood at the bow of the boat, with waves surging behind her and shimmering light on the water. She swayed with the boat, but her gaze remained fixed on him, without wavering for a moment.
For the first time, her gaze seemed less innocent.
As if sensing something, Ru Xian felt something in her heart, and the amused smile on her lips gradually faded, but her eyebrows slightly raised.
In the Bitter Sea Pond, there seemed to be lotus leaves just beginning to bloom, bringing with them a few soft, crackling sounds. The lotus leaves tilted over, and water droplets rolled down, pattering softly.
Lin Feiran said nothing, his gaze wandered for a moment, his throat moved slightly, and he actually leaped onto the awning. Under Lin Feiran's sidelong gaze, he raised his hand to wipe away the water droplets that splashed on Lin Feiran's neck.
Before he could even speak, she quickly left the Bitter Sea Pool, just like last time.
However, this time he was clearly not as panicked as before.
Ru Xian sat on the boat awning, her eyelashes fluttering slightly as she gazed at the rippling water, lost in thought.
After a long while, he raised his hand to press on the side of his neck, his heart pounding like a butterfly fluttering in the air.
...
Lin Feiran ran back to his house at a speed that was beyond the reach of ordinary people.
There was also some cold tea in the book, and she drank three cups in one go. Although it was somewhat related to what had just happened, she was mainly just too thirsty.
After pacing back and forth in the room for half an hour, she finally calmed down.
Even though no one was in the room, she still looked around. After confirming that no one was there, she took out the well-preserved winter cicada plum from her mustard seed bag.
The branches are strong and vigorous, and the fragrance of plum blossoms remains unchanged.
She sat down at the table, muttering something in a whisper, offering and then withdrawing the plum blossoms repeatedly, which made people laugh.
"You're back?"
It turned out to be the spirit of the Golden Wave Sword.
She breathed a sigh of relief, but the thought that her actions had been seen by the sword spirit made her feel ashamed, so she immediately got up to tidy up the table, looking very busy.
Although the sword spirit didn't understand why, it was quite clear in its heart that eighteen or nineteen was a time when people's imaginations ran wild and they liked to talk to themselves.
She didn't press Lin Feiran about his actions, but instead asked, "How is the seal? Has it been broken?"
Lin Feiran nodded: "It's solved... I did indeed stumble upon a terrible secret back then, which led to disaster and caused my memories to be sealed."
The sword spirit asked, puzzled, "What kind of secret? Can you tell me?"
Lin Feiran composed himself and fell into deep thought.
Now that the other party must know that the seal has been broken, they may make some unusual moves. Since this is a matter of great importance, it is best to involve as few people as possible.
But sword spirits are different. They are nurtured by the spiritual energy of heaven and earth, neither born nor dying, and are one with their sword masters. Moreover, the Golden Wave Sword Spirit is knowledgeable and experienced; discussing matters with her might yield some insights.
Lin Feiran succinctly recounted everything he had seen in his dream, and the Golden Wave Sword Spirit stood by the table, listening quietly.
Her face was covered by a veil, so her expression was not visible, but her body language revealed surprise and displeasure.
"They really are capable of taking over the body of a mortal and allowing him to reincarnate."
...And you, experiencing so much at such a young age, it's a bit unfair to you.
"It's unfair to me?"
Lin Feiran was moved that the sword spirit could think of him.
"Thank you for your concern. I might have felt it was unfair before, but not now."
All the trials and tribulations will only make me better.
"..." The sword spirit chuckled softly, "I was overthinking it."
"Thinking back on the past, the matter of the Human Emperor's possession and reincarnation is indeed shocking, but there is something I care about more."
Lin Feiran stood up, her fingertips tapping lightly on the table from time to time, recalling what she had seen and heard in the secret room.
"Senior, have you ever heard of the Revolving Bead?"
The Golden Wave Sword Spirit raised its head slightly, pondered for a long time, but ultimately shook its head.
"I've never heard of such a treasure. Did you personally witness them extract this pearl from the body they possessed?"
Lin Feiran nodded: "The pearl is about the size of an infant's fist, turquoise in color, and must be worn close to the body. Moreover, it is not perfectly round, but rather uneven..."
It was this bead that enabled the Human Emperor Clan, who had never been born with spiritual veins, to cultivate to the state of oblivion.
Even though I have read extensively in ancient texts, I have never seen anything like it.
The spirit of the Golden Wave Sword thought of something and said to Lin Feiran, "There are many books left by the former master in the world of the sword. I will go back and look through them."
Lin Feiran immediately raised her hand in a gesture of respect: "Thank you for your trouble. I will also keep a close eye out and inquire more."
Sword Spirit turned around and walked to the umbrella. Suddenly remembering something, he turned back to her and said, "When I came back, I saw someone in your room. He was your former fellow disciple. It seems he left you a letter on the table."
Lin Feiran turned her head and saw a corner of the letter. Her eyes flickered slightly, but she still nodded and said, "Okay, thank you for reminding me, senior."
The sword spirit shook his head, his steps seeming somewhat hesitant, but he still turned around.
"Are you still going to the human world to look for clues about your mother?"
Lin Feiran nodded: "Of course, we will set off in the next two days."
"good."
The sword spirit responded, its emotions unclear, and its figure quickly dissipated and disappeared into the golden umbrella.
After the sword spirit returned, Lin Feiran took out the letter. The envelope was blank, without a signature, except for three dots of ink in the lower right corner.
It goes without saying whose letter this is.
She pulled out the letter and saw a drop of ink the size of a thumb, seemingly the mark of thick ink dripping down after the brush had been suspended for a long time.
The letter contained only one sentence.
[My master only has one close friend, Ding Yi, the head of the Star Domain.]
Author's Note: The flowers will be delivered soon; Kobayashi is already rehearsing (X)
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