Chapter 245 Though Dead, Still Alive (Departure) Addendum: "Are you really willing to accompany me..."
Lin Feiran held the sword in front, but to the surprise of the three, after the swift third sword fell, the fourth sword was nowhere to be seen.
The darkness returned to light once more, the sun blazing high in the sky, and apart from the half-burnt peach grove, everything seemed to have returned to its original state.
In this brief moment of calm, Wei Changzai did not immediately activate the formation. He looked up at the rising sun on the horizon, his dark pupils narrowing slightly, and spoke.
"They can't destroy this place anytime soon. You're safer here. The situation is unclear right now, so we need to observe it and not act rashly until we have a clear understanding of the situation."
There must be wolves lurking outside. This secluded spot is important, but it is nothing compared to Lin Feiran's safety.
As he spoke, he had already tied the white silk to his wrist, but because it was too long, a section of it hung out from his sleeve, fluttering beside him like an ice flower in bloom.
Wei Changzai's movements were light and slow, and Lin Feiran was looking at the sky and had no time to pay attention, but Ru Xian saw it clearly.
He stood behind Lin Feiran, his gaze falling quietly on the white silk with a mixture of lightness and weight, his long fingers twitching slightly at his sides.
That was a subconscious reaction.
Before he even realized he wanted to cut the piece of white silk, his hand had already moved faster than his brain.
Wei Changzai naturally noticed this gaze. He also looked back, and the two cold gazes clashed, but both looked away when Lin Feiran turned back.
Lin Feiran looked at Wei Changzai, about to say something, when he heard the person behind him say, "He's right. Before going out, we should at least find out the situation."
Lin Feiran was somewhat surprised by Ru Xian's sudden outburst. She glanced back at him, wondering why he had suddenly supported Wei Changzai, but this wasn't the time to delve into it. She simply said, "We can..."
Before he could finish speaking, Wei Changzai had already taken a bronze mirror, one of the many bronze mirrors in his room.
He formed a hand seal, and a wave of water appeared on the mirror: "This is the Avici Hell I have created. Through this bronze mirror, I can see the surroundings."
Upon hearing this, Lin Feiran's mind raced slightly, and he fell silent, stepping forward with Ru Xian to take a look.
In the bronze mirror, a figure first appeared, standing tall and strong amidst the vast yellow sand. He looked somewhat familiar, but after the water rippled slightly, snowflakes drifted away in the mirror.
It turns out that this place of no return is still in the Northern Plains, but not in the heartland where the ice pillars fell before. Judging from the location, it seems to be on the border of the Northern Plains.
As they expected, the border of the Northern Plains was almost completely surrounded. Silent figures stood quietly in the snow, like pine and cypress trees that had originally grown there, so densely packed that they could almost form a forest.
Directly in front of them, a vortex resembling flowing clouds slowly rotated; that was the entrance to the Avici Hell. Although they had not yet been able to break through it, they could wait and see.
Lin Feiran didn't care about the large group of people. After casually glancing over them, she focused her attention on the area near the entrance.
Standing at the forefront were naturally members of the esoteric sect. In addition to the followers, there were also several strangely dressed cultivators who were clearly of high cultivation level.
But she quickly recognized them; they must be the Nine Swords of the Secret Sect that Zhang Siwo and the others had mentioned.
She was only able to see his true face today, and she looked at him with great focus.
A male cultivator wearing a bamboo hat and holding a greatsword stood at the front. Without a doubt, Fang Bi's three sword strikes must have been delivered by him.
A little later came Ao Xue, Fu Yin, and others. Except for the Holy Maiden of the Secret Sect and the person she had imprisoned in the furnace room, almost all of the other nine swordsmen were present.
Lin Feiran's gaze suddenly paused at the end.
There was one more person among them.
The Nine Swords originally consisted of nine people. Chi Ya was killed by her, and another person was killed by Zhang Siwo's group, leaving only seven people. Since the two Holy Maidens had not yet arrived, five people should have been present, but there are now six.
Lin Feiran's gaze fell on the outermost edge of the group, where a black-clad cultivator, also with a white face covering his face, made it impossible to tell his gender. Three long swords were crossed on his back, and he stood with his arms crossed. The cultist beside him was bowing in anticipation.
Another person took the seat of the Nine Swords.
Lin Feiran's gaze darkened slightly. Some of these people revealed their true faces, while others covered their faces with white masks. In just a few breaths, she once again imprinted the details of these people into her mind.
"What a grand gesture!" Ru Xian exclaimed in admiration.
Wei Changzai looked at it quietly, then looked up at Lin Feiran: "Actually, before this, there were already many small sects in the main road looking for you, and the reward for being wanted in the human world was very tempting."
Lin Feiran didn't speak, as if he was thinking about something. He looked at the scene in the mirror and said in a cool voice, "We can't fight head-on. We should focus on one place and open up a path. This place is good enough for me."
He pointed to one of the spots, then looked down at Lin Feiran: "By the way, what were you trying to say just now?"
He remembered clearly that she tried to speak twice, but they interrupted her both times.
The two looked at it together, but Lin Feiran said, "I want to say that I actually have a way to escape safely."
Ru Xian raised an eyebrow and asked, "What method?"
Lin Feiran raised his sword and waved it in front of the two men. The flame on the blade went out as it swayed. Wei Changzai looked puzzled, but Ru Xian understood after a moment's thought. He smiled and said, "This method is excellent. Shall we leave now?"
Seeing the two of them so in sync, Wei Changzai's eyelashes fluttered slightly, but she didn't ask any further questions.
Lin Feiran paused for a moment, then shook her head. She turned to Wei Changzai and said, "This move is indeed very good, but there is one problem: we will leave very quickly. By then, you won't have time to retract the formation, and this Netherworld will be abandoned here."
These small worlds are all built upon a spiritual object; they don't appear or disappear out of thin air. This spiritual object can be considered a bridge between the small world and the real world.
The spirit of Bailu is the peony, and the spirit of Wei Changzai is that silver lamp.
She said, "So, either we abandon this silver lamp and leave directly from the Abyss, or you activate the formation, retrieve the silver lamp, and then we escape."
Wei Changzai pursed his lips and said, "In urgent situations, we should act expediently. There's no need to worry about this place. I can build another one later using your method."
Lin Feiran shook his head again: "No matter what, you saved me this time, but I don't want to owe you anything. Since it all started with me, I'll return this place to you intact and take you away safely, and that will be my way of repaying you."
Therefore, accept the Boundless Land, activate the formation immediately, and leave the rest to me.
"..." Wei Changzai did not answer.
Lin Feiran thought he had doubts and concerns, so he said, "Since I can agree, I must be confident. Trust me, open the formation."
She was always so thoughtful, even reassuring, as if you could entrust anything to her and she could solve any problem, no matter the situation.
He certainly believed she could do it.
But that wasn't the reason he wanted; he didn't want her to take action just to even things out.
Just as they hesitated, a loud rumble came from all around. Some unknown method was used, and the entire Wujian suddenly began to shake. The stream water surged back up, and the floating clouds sank like drifting catkins, revealing a mottled sky.
"Quickly!" Lin Feiran raised his sword.
There was no time to hesitate any longer, and Wei Changzai immediately formed hand seals and activated the formation.
In an instant, a vortex swirled in the center of the blazing sun, and the surrounding scenery seemed to be twisted into a thin line, converging towards the sun, and they were also sucked into the clouds.
After a commotion, the world turned upside down, and the blazing sun suddenly collapsed into an exquisite silver lamp, falling into Wei Changzai's hands.
The three appeared before everyone almost instantly.
Those waiting here were all outstanding individuals who had come upon hearing the news. They reacted very quickly, throwing out their weapons at the same time!
But Lin Feiran was prepared. As they threw out their weapons, she stepped forward, twirled her longsword, and a powerful and domineering stream of air surged out, stirring up the wind and snow in the path. For a moment, yellow sand flew up in the snowy landscape, and a thin mist rose up, causing the surrounding spiritual energy to stagnate.
But in that brief moment of respite, Lin Feiran grabbed Ru Xian with one hand and Wei Changzai by the back of his collar with the other. Her palms flashed with magic, and a red light appeared as she whispered, "Let's go!"
This widespread blizzard lasted only a moment. A moment later, a gentle breeze swept in, pressing down the flying sand and snow, and pushing them towards the center.
Someone exclaimed in surprise: "Is this...is this the evil martial art that our grandmaster lost for so long, capable of encompassing the entire world?!"
This question remains unanswered; the three of them have vanished into thin air from this snowy plain.
...
Suddenly, three figures, accompanied by wind and snow, appeared in the quiet house. Snowflakes fell and rolled into the clean wooden floor.
There was no crowd of people besieging the room, no cold wind, only a tranquil atmosphere filled with the faint scent of ink. This was Lin Feiran's room.
Above the three of them, a red umbrella was slowly spinning silently.
Wherever the Golden Umbrella is, the Sword Master will surely return.
Originally, she was afraid that bringing the umbrella into the city would be too conspicuous, so she left it in the Demon Capital. She never expected it to be so useful later. It really is a treasure forged by her mother!
Lin Feiran sheathed her sword behind him, but she didn't explain much. She just pointed to the silver lamp in his hand and said, "As I said before, after leaving the Avici Hell, we will go our separate ways. You can go do your own thing."
"..." Wei Changzai looked at her, his two dark eyes bright. He didn't refute her, but after a moment of silence, he raised his hand, revealing the white silk on his wrist, "This is the reward you gave me."
Then, he smiled very lightly at Lin Feiran, like the first snow after a storm, or flowers breaking through ice. His peripheral vision swept over the osmanthus ribbon on Lin Feiran's wrist, and he paused slightly. He lowered his eyes, tightened the white silk on his wrist, put away the silver lamp, and then looked at Lin Feiran deeply. After saying goodbye, he turned and flew away on his sword.
He thought he would replant the peach orchard.
After the person left, Lin Feiran quickly withdrew his gaze and turned to look at Ru Xian, only to be caught off guard by the darkness in his eyes.
In the past, Ru Xian would never have wanted her to see him with such an expression, but this time he did not retract his gaze. Instead, he leaned forward so that she could see him more clearly.
"Is it pretty?" he said in a cold voice.
Lin Feiran nodded hurriedly: "It's beautiful, it has a unique charm."
What flavor?
"Like the moon's shadow and flower shadows on the wall at night."
Ru Xian stared at her for a long time, her emerald eyes pressed down by snow-white eyelashes, her long eyebrows horizontal, seemingly displeased, but a glimmer had already appeared in her shimmering eyes. Only then did he straighten up, and although he didn't say anything, he was clearly satisfied with the answer.
He was always easy to coax Lin Feiran.
He glanced outside, slightly raising his chin: "Shall we leave now?"
Although they had returned to the Demon Capital, they did not intend to stay long. The pursuit by the Secret Sect had not stopped, and they did not want to drag the peaceful Demon Capital into it.
Moreover, according to their plan last night, they had to go see Xun Feifei first, and then go to find Ru Xian's friend who could calculate the ends of the earth.
Lin Feiran looked out the window at the rising sun, nodded, turned around and quickly wrote a few pages of letter paper on the table. After folding them, he transformed into a messenger bird and flew towards Biqing and the others.
As the two stepped out of the room, Lin Feiran put away the umbrella, then deftly sheathed the Golden Wave Sword. With a slight twist, the umbrella unfolded like a lotus leaf, covering the top of the head like a hailstone.
He looked up, then turned to look at the person beside him.
Lin Feiran laughed and said, "Didn't you want to find shade?"
Sunlight streamed through the crimson umbrella, casting a faint blush on his eyelids. He looked down at her, and after a moment, reached out to take the umbrella, which he then leaned against his shoulder. He didn't reply, but slightly raised his lips, and suddenly tilted the red umbrella in his hand, obscuring their faces and half of their bodies.
"I'll be even happier next time."
After the suggestive sounds of water and panting dissipated into the wind, Jinlan Umbrella was lifted up and walked into the courtyard like a satiated hailstone. Lin Feiran stood still, her ears slightly red, her hands as if she had touched something, too embarrassed to clench them or unfold them, so she could only slightly raise them and wave as she followed.
Just as the two were about to leave on their swords, they suddenly heard a hurried rustling sound coming from outside the courtyard.
As Ru Xian was holding her right shoulder, stepping onto the longsword, he looked up at the sound and saw a "person" who looked exactly like him standing on the wall. When he saw them, a few hidden lights appeared in his emerald eyes, revealing an expression that he would never make in his life.
Ru Xie: "..."
It has no tears at all, so where does the light come from?
Lin Feiran got up before him and stepped forward, saying, "Hey idiot, what brings you here?"
The idiot had rushed over as soon as he heard the commotion, but since he couldn't speak, he looked at her pitifully with his face like a hailstone, then jumped off the wall, spun around in place, and pointed at the two of them.
Lin Feiran stared intently. If Ru Xian hadn't been such a hothead, she would never have seen her make that expression in her entire life.
The reason it was originally intended to stay here was because Lin Feiran and Ruxian were traveling in secret and could not be detected. However, now that their whereabouts have been exposed, there is no need to leave it here. But, she has no say in the matter.
Lin Feiran turned to look at Ru Xian. The person was still standing above the suspended sword. He slightly raised his hand, and the Golden Wave Sword came to him as if on command.
He held the umbrella at an angle and looked at the man and the beast. The beast was originally dependent on Lin Feiran, and was afraid that he would not allow it, so he put his hands in her palms, rested his head on her shoulder, and curled up behind her, only showing half an eye to look at him.
"..." Ru Xian almost laughed in anger. He said in a cold voice, "Don't make that expression. Change it back first."
After hesitating for a moment, the thud poked its head out from behind Lin Feiran. Like a hailstone, it bent down and raised its hand, its palm landing on the thud's head. After a swirling motion, it transformed back into a blue-eyed white bird, spreading its wings and burrowing into Lin Feiran's hair.
Lin Feiran coughed lightly, spun around, and mounted his sword: "Should we still bring it with us?"
He raised an eyebrow: "They're all hidden in your hair, how can I just pull them out?"
Lin Feiran smiled and stopped mentioning it, then said, "Let's set off then!"
The sword light flew forward like a shooting star, and the hamster also spread its wings, circling and chirping around the two of them.
"You really like this?" Ru Xian asked, looking at her.
"I like it. I've always wanted to roam the world with a sword. Even though I'm on the run now, it still has a similar feel to that."
When Ru Xian got tired of standing, she sat down and leaned on the sword: "If you like, go and travel the world after your mother's matter is settled."
Lin Feiran paused, then turned to look at him: "And you? Are you waiting for me in Yaodu?"
He looked up, his eyes slightly narrowed in the sunlight, a smile playing on his lips, but he didn't answer directly: "Do you want me to wait for you in the Demon Capital?"
Lin Feiran pursed her lips, then squatted down to look at him: "If you want to stay in Yaodu, then wait for me in Yaodu."
Ru Xian didn't speak, but continued to look at him with a smile, her eyes becoming increasingly gentle.
Lin Feiran sighed, squatted down in front of him with his knees drawn up, scratched his head, and frowned slightly, revealing the unique distress and struggle of a young man.
"Fine, I'd like you to come with me, but you've seen, heard, and experienced everything before. Wouldn't it be boring to travel all over again?"
Finally hearing the real answer, Ru Xian spoke up: "How could I be bored with you? Besides, the world is ever-changing, and I haven't seen everything."
Lin Feiran looked at him, a gentle breeze blowing, and stray hairs fluttered against her eyelashes: "Are you really willing to come with me?"
His gaze paused for a moment, then he raised his hand to tuck a stray strand of her hair behind his ear, before gently stroking the back of her neck in a soothing manner.
Lin Feiran's short life was indeed not satisfactory, filled with too many separations and too many abandonments. He knew that he was not just someone she liked.
It also means companionship, possession, and unwavering commitment.
What kind of blow would it be to her if he left?
His peripheral vision swept over the slightly grayish veins on his wrist, and he smiled, saying, "Of course, as I said, I will always be with you."
Author's Note: [Heart emoji]
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