Chapter 102 Cloud Soul and Rain Spirit (Part 1) "Is it better to be a husband and wife, or a fellow Daoist..."
What are you thinking about?
Lin Feiran was taken aback. She thought he would ask about the umbrella sword, but he didn't. Instead, he asked about this moment that she had almost forgotten.
The words he had prepared stuck in his throat, and he was speechless for a moment.
She had never known before that Ru Xian possessed such a keen and inquisitive curiosity.
Although he was the supreme ruler of a realm, he actually didn't like to manage affairs and was quite carefree. He always looked listless, as if there was nothing in the world that could attract him. Even the treasures collected in Xingzhi Palace, he would only occasionally caress and rarely look at.
In this world, he only cares about two things.
First, there's himself.
Secondly, it is the sacred herb of the Pilgrimage Valley.
Needless to say, someone who can install an entire wall of mirrors in his room for self-admiration would never be tired of himself.
As for external things, he would only lift his eyelids and show some interest when the topic of the sacred herbs of the Pilgrimage Valley was mentioned.
In his eyes, everything was truly like wisps of smoke, drifting away with the wind.
Lin Feiran looked away.
She was never good at revealing her hidden thoughts to others, and she thought that Ru Xian was just asking on a whim, so she answered.
"Just some unimportant musings."
"..."
Apart from the exclamations coming from Sword Mountain, there was not even the sound of the silent wind.
Ru Xian did not ask any further questions.
He simply looked at her, stared at her, a faint glint of light flashing in his eyes.
Lin Feiran felt a prickling sensation on her back.
That breath still brushed past my ear, like swallowing plum blossoms and containing snow, carrying a cool sensation.
Suddenly, he removed the silver mask, revealing his true face.
She had fair skin and red lips, a high nose and emerald eyes, with a red mark across each eyelid.
The left side was naturally formed, but the stroke on the right side was drawn by himself.
He always looked down at people, seemingly indifferent, which made the red marks around his eyes very noticeable.
That gaze, though not disrespectful, certainly showed that no one was taken seriously.
But at that moment, Lin Feiran saw her own reflection in his eyes.
A touch of pure black occupied a corner of those clear blue eyes.
It was only a small corner, yet it was incredibly eye-catching.
He suddenly sat down cross-legged, his golden-immortal-like face reflected in the gray dust, looking utterly unreal.
He looked at Lin Feiran, flipped his long fingers, and used the silver clasp in his hand to cover her eyes.
Lin Feiran's vision went black.
Of the five senses, only the cool fragrance at the tip of the nose and the clear sound in the ear remain.
"I have no sword, so I choose you as my master; is this the sorrow in my heart?"
Ru Xian looked at her, her red lips parted slightly, and she asked the question again.
When the swords refused to be drawn, she looked up at the sky, gazed at the broken clouds, and remained silent for a few breaths before forcibly drawing her sword.
What a sight that was!
Melancholy, regret, self-mockery—all these ups and downs were ultimately buried in that calm gaze, buried beneath a sudden surge of fearlessness and unwavering conviction.
Lin Feiran is like an inconspicuous book standing quietly in a corner. When you open it, his life story is only a short page with a few lines, which can be read at a glance.
She is far too young, barely nineteen years old.
But as you turn the pages and recount the past eighteen years, you'll discover just how heavy and difficult this book is.
At first, Ru Xian thought the book was so simple that he could easily read about the boy's sincerity, courage, and confusion.
She is simply going through the years.
Having endured the unavoidable suffering of such an age.
But the more he read, the slower he read. Now, he has read every single word carefully and has begun to ponder its meaning.
Admittedly, he couldn't help but become curious.
Not content with just guessing, he began to question her, trying to uncover every thought and every word she uttered.
"Lin Feiran, tell me, what are you thinking?"
Lin Feiran was in complete darkness, yet she could still feel that tangible gaze.
But it must be said that his method of covering his eyes was very effective.
"Actually, it's not that I'm feeling sad. I had thought before that I might not find a sword that would want me after I got to Sword Mountain. That thought came true, so I felt a bit emotional."
So even in the eyes of the sword spirit, I'm not exactly popular.
The thought flashed through my mind in an instant, like a shooting star, dazzling at first, then vanishing without a trace.
Later, when the spirit of the Golden Wave Sword said that she had chosen him at first glance, Lin Feiran was genuinely surprised, and along with it came a secret sense of delight.
She thought that this sword, standing at the highest point of Sword Mountain, only looked favorably upon her.
Thinking of this, Lin Feiran's lips curled up, revealing a slightly smug smile.
"But look, this umbrella sword has chosen me; it took a liking to me at first sight."
A look of understanding flashed across Ru Xian's eyes, followed by a slight smile.
"You think it was the only one that took a liking to you at first sight?"
He retrieved the silver mask, and the darkness before his eyes faded, the sunlight suddenly scattering. Lin Feiran couldn't help but close his eyes slightly, and could only vaguely see the corners of his raised lips and the blue-green color of his eyes.
On the scorching desert, only a faint fragrance of plum blossoms brings coolness.
But it seemed that it wasn't just the fragrance that caused him to be enveloped in a thin layer of coolness, a coolness that inexplicably reminded people of the snowflakes filling the fragrant forest at the time of day and night.
Ru Xian was very close, but did not touch her at all. She maintained a perfect distance, as if they were separated by a hair's breadth, yet the coolness still wafted over.
He said, "I was also the first person to be attracted to you."
Lin Feiran's vision finally cleared, and she saw that Ru Xian looked calm and her eyes were still on her, as if she were just stating a fact that she didn't need to worry about.
He crossed his arms, his eyes sparkling with a strange light.
"There must be other people in the world who took a liking to you at first sight."
Lin Feiran's eyes flickered slightly, as if they were also touched by that strange light.
He didn't say "I was the only one who took a liking to you at first sight," nor did he say "Although I'm picky, I still took a liking to you." Instead, he said "Besides me, there are many, many other people who take a liking to you."
"A sword is just a sword." Lin Feiran picked up the conversation, repeating in a clear voice, as if repeating to his past and present self, "First came the person, then the sword, and finally the sword spirit. I know that."
She knew this from the moment Wei Chang asked her about choosing a sword, and she has never forgotten it over the years.
Ru Xian looked her over, her eyes crinkling as she said, "Do you still remember our previous agreement?"
Lin Feiran was somewhat bewildered. They had made too many promises, and she didn't know which one was being referred to by the hailstones.
Lin Feiran immediately recalled that he had said he would give her a gift after the matter was over, so she needed to prepare a return gift.
She blurted out instinctively, "If it's related to swords, then what is it?"
This time, Ru Xian didn't keep her in suspense. She simply moved the silver mask aside a little, leaned close to her ear, and whispered a few words.
As Lin Feiran's eyes widened, he put the silver mask back on, his brows and eyes exuding an air of arrogance.
"I don't often do such things, so you should carefully consider your return gift."
Lin Feiran's eyes flickered slightly, but before he could reply, the surrounding commotion suddenly coalesced into a long sigh, drawing the attention of both of them.
When Ru Xian saw that scene, she pondered meaningfully for a moment, but ultimately did not speak.
Lin Feiran looked back and saw a defiant purple figure standing atop Sword Mountain, in front of the whetstone.
It was incredibly powerful, but Kunwu was still not drawn.
"What is Pei Yu trying to do? Is she also going to take the Kunwu Sword?" a cultivator asked, puzzled.
Some people also supported Pei Yu: "Who doesn't want to take the Kunwu Sword? The leader couldn't take the Kunwu Sword, and Pei Yu is second, so why can't he?"
The Daohe Palace disciples gathered in the arena complained, "Who wants to learn from Wen Ran? With hundreds of spirit swords, if Senior Sister Pei wants them, she could take ten without a problem!"
Another cultivator scoffed, "If you want to learn, you need to have the skill. It's been half an hour, and there's not even a glimmer of sword light. Why not change your sword sooner rather than later? Why waste everyone's time here!"
Several disciples of Daohe Palace raised their eyebrows and stepped forward to protest, causing a quarrel between the two sides.
Lin Feiran stared at it, speechless for a moment, then turned his gaze back to the whetstone.
The electric light around Pei Yu grew increasingly dazzling, yet her figure remained motionless. However, anyone could tell that she was nearing her limit.
Perhaps others thought that Pei Yu was imitating her by drawing her sword, or perhaps she was resentful and jealous that Pei Yu could draw her Kunwu sword, so she felt she had to do the same.
But only Lin Feiran knew that Pei Yu had few distracting thoughts at this moment; she genuinely wanted to take Kunwu away.
No matter what, she only wants to be number one.
No matter the occasion, she is the only one who can steal the spotlight.
Pei Yu grew up in the mortal world from a young age. When she was a child, she was spotted by Elder Yu Gen who happened to be passing by, and he took her back to the mountains to cultivate. At that time, she was only seven years old.
Upon entering Daohe Palace, Pei Yu vowed to become the best swordsman among her fellow disciples. Therefore, after completing her training, she immediately sought out Consort Wei and declared that she would compete with him to determine who was superior.
At that time, they were still young and had not yet entered the Xinzhai realm, so they could not compare to magic. The only thing they could compete with was swordsmanship.
At that time, Lin Feiran had not yet gone up the mountain. In terms of swordsmanship, only Wei Changzai in the sect could fight him.
But Wei Changzai was truly taciturn and cold-hearted. No matter how Pei Yu provoked him, or even spoke recklessly, calling him a bastard without father or mother, he just glanced at it indifferently and ignored it.
Pei Yu was so angry she almost fell over. She had never seen anyone like Wei Changzai before. He was like a deep, cold pool, into which no matter what leaves, pebbles, or rolling stones were thrown, they would be swallowed up silently without even a ripple.
She's absolutely impervious to reason!
Therefore, Pei Yu became even more determined to cultivate, vowing to crush him underfoot during the sect's sword-testing competition.
On the day of the sword test, the two faced off for the first time, but they were evenly matched and eventually had to stop.
Whether it was Pei Yu or Wei Changzai.
Pei Yu's gaze was completely fixed on Lin Feiran. Later, he lost three sword strikes to her, and he never forgot it.
Lin Feiran still remembered that during the time when she and Wei Changzai were rumored to be engaged, Pei Yu was in a bad mood, which led to the rumors that she was in love with Wei Changzai.
But Lin Feiran knew that she only wanted the best. Since Zhang San was the number one person in Daohe Palace, there would be rumors that Pei Yu would be "unrequitedly in love" with him.
Whether it's Zhang San or Wei Changzai, to Pei Yu, they are merely embellishments to prove her strength.
Lin Feiran still remembered that on the day Pei Yu lost the sword, he chopped down several old pine trees in the small pine forest by himself, splashing up layers of snow mist.
The night was starry, and she and Wei Changzai happened to be treating their injuries elsewhere. She had been fighting Pei Yu with swords all day and was in a very sorry state.
The bruises on my legs were difficult to heal, appearing as spots and streaks of blood, which was quite alarming.
Wei Changzai remained calm, but his eyes were colder than snow. His hand, which was gently rubbing away the bruises, was already quite gentle, but Lin Feiran still winced in pain.
The splashing snowflakes even drifted over here, along with Pei Yu's voice.
Lin Feiran immediately turned her head to look.
In the hazy snow and mist, only a blurry figure could be seen, making the rise and fall of the voice all the more clear.
Even in those words of deep resentment, there was still a faint, almost imperceptible tremor.
"Lin Feiran, Lin Feiran... I dreamt of you tonight, and I defeated you ten times, a hundred times in my dream!"
At that moment, Lin Feiran suddenly felt no pain.
She turned to look at Wei Changzai and mouthed, "Did you hear what she said?"
Wei Changzai was applying medicine to her, his head lowered and a few strands of black hair falling onto his eyelashes. Hearing this, he looked up, his gaze cold and clear. After a while, he spoke, his voice barely audible.
"She wants to dream about you."
It sounded like he was answering her, but his tone was a little strange.
Lin Feiran was unaware of this, but when he turned his head to look, a rare look of resentment appeared on his face.
She said, "Her heart is despicable! I want to dream back to that time, and defeat her a hundred, a thousand times in my dreams!"
Pei Yu had never liked her, so why would Lin Feiran make a fool of herself by being all smiles and pleasantries?
Upon hearing this, Wei Changzai stared at her for a long time before lowering his eyes again and continuing to apply the medicine.
Pei Yu continued speaking until the final sword strike, at which point her voice gradually became firmer.
"I, Pei Yu, cultivate the Dao to be above all others; how can I be content to remain in a mediocre place!"
Lin Feiran listened at that time, her feelings indescribable.
She and Pei Yu were indeed incompatible, but in some ways, they were quite similar.
...
Pei Yu has always been like this.
Now that Kunwu, ranked first among swordsmen, is within reach, how could she stop, and how could she be willing to give up!
"Draw it!" she finally shouted angrily.
What is a destined master? She didn't believe it!
However, Kunwu only hummed, and the sword spirit in the sword realm remained silent. Even when it was exhausted and released from its hand, the sword was still hidden in its sheath, without a trace of light.
"Forget it," someone said, unable to bear it. "You have many star lamps in your hands, why bother with this one? Why not choose something else!"
Pei Yu raised his hand and looked down. His arm was trembling slightly from drawing his sword for too long, and his palm was crimson with specks of blood, but it still did not obscure the five sword lights.
Five spirit swords are waiting.
But so what?
She only wants the best.
"Another option?"
Pei Yu suddenly sneered and said loudly, "If I, Pei Yu, am going to take it, it must be the number one sword in the world. If it is not the leader, I would rather not take it!"
His words were resolute and resounding.
Then the purple-gold bracelets on her wrists fell to her sides, and the beautiful purple figure turned around, leaped down from the sword mountain, and landed in the yellow sand.
Pei Yu stood alone to one side, his face cold and expressionless, lost in thought. The Daohe Palace disciples not far away, on the other hand, were in an uproar.
Everyone knows that making it into the top ten and entering Sword Mountain is just a chance to get a spiritual sword, and it doesn't mean that you will definitely get one. But this one-in-a-hundred opportunity is hard to come by.
Even without Kunwu, Pei Yu still had several spirit swords to choose from, but she didn't want any of them.
They even disregarded Tai'a, which ranked second.
What if the Tai'a Sword could be drawn? What if one of the top ten swords belonged to her?
After the uproar subsided, silence followed.
Everyone knows that Pei Yu is just like that.
Of the ten people who entered Sword Mountain this time, Daohe Palace had three: Wei Changzai, Pei Yu, and Qiu Tong, a new disciple who had been there for a few months.
Pei Yu has now lost his chance, and all they can hope for is Wei Changzai and Qiu Tong.
Soon, seeing that Pei Yu had no intention of backing down, the third person immediately climbed up the mountain, bypassing Kunwu and Tai'a, and looked at the three points of starlight in his hand, testing them one by one.
These are the seventh, fifteenth, and twenty-third ranked swords, respectively.
After a moment's consideration, he chose the fifteenth sword to compete in the crossing.
Unlike Lin Feiran, they could not draw all their swords for selection; they could only choose one from among the swords they had selected.
This is already an incredible opportunity.
The third person retrieved the sword quickly, in less than a quarter of an hour, and then descended the Sword Mountain satisfied.
Then came the fourth person, the fifth person...
Some people took the sword, while others, like Pei Yu, returned empty-handed.
Until Qiu Tong reached Sword Mountain.
She wasn't particularly tall, and although her figure was lithe and graceful, she also appeared somewhat frail.
Everyone looked up and saw her walking straight toward the Tai'a sword without glancing to the side.
Someone chuckled, thinking that she was another one who would be turned away, but the next moment, her hand gripped the hilt of her sword, and a spiritual wind suddenly arose around her. Even Pei Yu's expression became more serious.
Could she possibly pull out the Tai'a sword?
Qiu Tong pursed her lips, feeling a slight loosening in her palm, and a smile appeared in her eyes.
She thought, Tai'a is waiting for her.
Sand and stones flew across Sword Mountain, and she was suddenly pulled into the Sword Realm. There she saw a little girl, barely waist-high, sitting on a bamboo branch, her expression not as excited as when they first met.
It was a thoughtful look in his eyes.
She suddenly spoke: "You are the new master of the Tai'a sword."
It was not a question, but a certainty; almost from the very first moment she met Qiu Tong, she witnessed that extraordinary aura.
Like a pillar supporting the sky, it soars straight into the clouds.
It was completely different from Lin Feiran's faint, thread-like aura.
Qiu Tong nodded, looking at the Tai'a Sword Spirit with a mixture of nostalgia and anticipation: "I think it should be me."
"It's actually a demon."
Despite this, the sword spirit showed no displeasure. She simply nodded and smiled, acknowledging their first meeting.
The next moment, his tone changed abruptly.
"Do you know the first female cultivator who came to draw her sword?"
The spirit of the Tai'a sword is still thinking about Lin Feiran.
She's the first person to dare say that the Tai'a Sword has no chivalry whatsoever!
Qiu Tong was a little puzzled. She nodded subconsciously, then shook her head: "I know them, but we're probably not close."
Upon hearing this, the sword spirit did not press further, but instead said, "I have personally witnessed your conduct in the Flying Flower Society, and it was not bad, but your swordsmanship was truly terrible."
Now that you've become the Sword Master, you can no longer be so foolish and disgrace the name of Tai'a. After leaving the valley, I will supervise your sword practice every day!
The words were spoken so bluntly that Qiu Tong didn't react for a moment.
When they first met in their past life, the sword spirit, though somewhat arrogant, never confronted her so fiercely. Instead, they simply ate and drank together. Even when they encountered danger, it was the sword spirit who wielded the Tai'a sword to lend her a helping hand.
This time it is...
Little did Qiu Tong know that the Tai'a Sword Spirit in her previous life considered himself to be the best in the world, and had never suffered any setbacks after leaving the valley, so he naturally had a playful and arrogant heart.
But she was still furious with Lin Feiran's words, and had no time to try to please or flatter.
"After leaving the valley, you must wield your sword three hundred times every day!"
The girl's voice was clear and crisp, but there was no room for discussion. She even mentioned several methods of sword cultivation in those few moments, urging the new sword master in front of her to practice diligently.
Before Qiu Tong could even feel the joy of seeing an old friend again, she was bombarded with a bunch of difficult sword-cultivation plans, leaving her feeling completely lost.
She picked up the Tai'a sword, her expression dazed, oblivious to the murmurs around her, and walked down the mountain with a pale face.
Upon arriving at the gathering place of the Daohe Palace disciples, everyone stepped forward to offer their congratulations, each with their own thoughts.
Qiu Tong forced a smile, and after agreeing to each request, she finally had a reason to walk to Wei Changzai's side, raised the sword in her hand, and finally showed some joy in her expression.
"Senior Brother Wei, I've obtained the Tai'a Sword!"
Wei Changzai nodded slightly, his expression serious: "Congratulations, Junior Sister."
A smile finally appeared in Qiu Tong's eyes, but she quickly realized that Wei Changzai was just offering a casual congratulation.
He was simply congratulating a Daohe Palace disciple on obtaining a spirit sword.
They spent the Flying Flower Festival together and entered the Pilgrimage Valley. Despite experiencing so much together, Qiu Tong felt that they seemed to have grown distant from each other.
"Qiu Tong." Just as she was lost in thought, Wei Changzai suddenly spoke up, "In your opinion, is it better to be husband and wife, or to be fellow Daoists?"
Qiu Tong's heart skipped a beat. She gripped the Tai'a sword tightly, looked up, and her expression was a mixture of caution, panic, anticipation, and doubt.
Why are you suddenly asking this?
Wei Changzai remained calm and looked at Chenghua and Qi Chen.
"They think being husband and wife is better than being Taoist priests, which I don't understand, so I wanted to ask for your opinion."
Qiu Tong's heart sank slightly, but quickly lifted again.
The fact that he is puzzled by this means that he has already been thinking about this matter.
She smiled brightly and replied, "Husband and wife are completely different from fellow Daoists. No one would call their Daoist partner a fellow Daoist."
Wei Changzai's expression remained unchanged; he simply nodded. "Aside from cultivating the Dao together for longevity, Daoist partners and spouses are actually no different. If you had to choose, what would you choose?"
Qiu Tong blushed slightly: "...Of course, a Daoist partner."
Wei Changzai blinked slightly, puzzled: "Why?"
Qiu Tong lost her composure for a moment, and spoke somewhat hastily: "Because a Daoist partner can be a fellow Daoist, but a fellow Daoist can never be a Daoist partner... Only Daoist partners can be as intimate as they are!"
Wei Changzai looked back and saw Qi Chen talking to Cheng Hua with a smile on his lips, and then he lowered his head to touch her cheek.
He watched quietly, remaining silent for a long time.
...
Wei Changzai was ranked tenth on the list and was the last person to take the sword.
As soon as he moved, all eyes turned to him, each with a different expression.
Wei Changzai has consistently ranked first on the Qingyun List and possesses exceptional talent, naturally earning him the favor of many.
Seeing him leap onto the sword mountain, a purple light flashing in his palm, and then walk straight toward the Kunwu Sword, almost without much surprise or doubt, everyone knew that the Kunwu Sword was about to choose a master.
He wore a light blue Taoist robe, the style of which was ordinary and no different from the other disciples. His expression was calm and serene, but unlike his simple robe, he had obviously put some thought into his appearance.
A plum blossom hairpin held her up, letting out a few stray strands of hair that landed perfectly on her face, as clear as the moon and as white as snow on a cold mountain. It was unclear who she was dressing up for.
Some people secretly grumbled, but when they saw him easily draw the Kunwu sword, they were dumbfounded.
Wei Changzai's meeting with the Kunwu Sword Spirit was very brief.
The two met in the sword realm of Shuiyue Cave. Kunwu Sword Spirit sat on the crescent moon. Before he could speak, the new sword master nodded and asked.
"What did you say to the female cultivator who came here to draw her sword just now?"
Upon hearing Lin Feiran's name, the Kunwu Sword Spirit immediately jumped up, his expression indignant. He even forgot to mention the matter of being destined to be the Sword Master, and immediately began to complain to Wei Changzai.
“I told her I would have a new master and I didn’t want her! It was a harsh thing to say, but it was the truth. But she... she actually said I was short!”
There are countless famous swords in the world, and six or seven out of ten are imitations of mine. She still complains about them; how short-sighted!
Wei Changzai possessed a powerful aura and a refined and elegant demeanor. The reason Kunwu Sword Spirit complained was because he harbored the intention of filing a complaint.
"You are my destined sword master. Now that I have been wronged, how can you sit idly by? Once we leave the valley, you will come with me to find her and give her a taste of her own medicine!"
Wei Changzai watched him quietly, then flicked his finger and tapped the sword spirit's iron-hard head.
The Kunwu Sword Spirit was shocked and covered its head, saying, "What are you doing!"
Wei Changzai left the Sword Realm, his voice calm and unwavering: "I'll just sit idly by and do nothing."
With his mind at ease, Wei Changzai sheathed his sword and slowly walked down the sword mountain. The Kunwu sword spirit immediately noticed the snow sword he was carrying on his back.
He was greatly puzzled: "You have another sword? Quickly throw this one away!"
Wei Changzai turned a deaf ear.
The Kunwu Sword Spirit then asked, "What's so good about it?"
Wei Changzai: "Lianyan is longer than you."
The Kunwu Sword Spirit died instantly and never spoke again.
He thought: Well, this time when I was born, I first encountered the infuriating Lin Feiran, and then I met Pei Yu who cursed him instead of drawing his sword. I was unlucky. Fortunately, the destined sword master I finally met was not bad.
He is outstanding in appearance, calm in temperament, and exceptionally talented.
He seemed to have the demeanor of a gentleman and would never do anything dishonest, which satisfied him greatly.
As for Lin Feiran's matter, let's turn the page here. We won't see him again after leaving the valley, so let's just treat him as a passerby!
With this thought, the Kunwu Sword Spirit felt much better, and even the Radiant Sword began to look more pleasing to the eye.
"With my assistance, your path of cultivation will not be bumpy."
Wei Changzai remained silent, walked onto the yellow sand, ignoring the gazes cast around him, took off his snow sword, wiped the yellow dust off it, and then put it back on his back.
He suddenly asked, "Do you think being husband and wife is better, or being Taoist friends?"
The three-foot-tall Kunwu sword spirit: "..."
He wouldn't say another word before leaving the valley.
During the pilgrimage to the Valley of the Holy Spirit, only six people stumbled upon a lucky encounter and obtained a spirit sword, but compared to the successive emergence of Kunwu and Tai'a, no one paid much attention to it.
Everyone is talking about these two unparalleled swords.
But there were also some small but undeniable voices discussing Lin Feiran's umbrella sword.
Almost no one knows its origins, and no one has ever heard of it.
Apart from Lin Feiran, everyone present witnessed the swords trembling and a chorus of sounds as the red umbrella flew down from the peak.
What kind of sword was it? Or what kind of knife? What was the name of the sword?
Unfortunately, these questions can no longer be answered.
All ten had climbed Sword Mountain. The injured white deer finally stood up, took care of its own rest, and once again raised its head and cried out.
As the yellow sand receded, the chains of Sword Mountain were completely broken, and dozens of spiritual swords lifted it into the air, preventing it from falling again.
In an instant, everyone returned to the valley entrance. When they looked up again, they discovered that the sword mountain they had initially seen, which had been floating in the center, was nothing more than a mirage.
"The Sword Mountain is hidden in the illusory desert, but the mirage appears in reality. It is so real and illusory that it is hard to distinguish between truth and falsehood, just like the things in the world."
Some people looked in that direction, feeling a surge of emotion.
Having left Sword Mountain, the others did not linger. They frequently glanced at Kunwu and Tai'a Swords before heading towards their respective destinations.
Lin Feiran looked at Ru Xian and said, "Now that we have the sword, we don't need to part ways. What kind of spiritual herbs do you want to find? I'll go with you."
As she gazed at the distant dense forest, her eyes narrowed slightly, avoiding the glaring sunlight, and she said only, "What I want is a very inconspicuous little grass, with serrated leaves, about two fingers long..."
Suddenly, darkness fell before his eyes, and his vision immediately opened. He raised his eyes slightly and saw the red umbrella overhead.
"Why did you stop talking?" Lin Feiran asked, puzzled.
Ru Xian glanced over, paused for a few moments, and then spoke: "The leaves are serrated, about two fingers long, the petals are round and bluish-purple, the roots and stems are covered in frost, and they feel cold to the touch."
Lin Feiran carefully noted it down, and then remembered a few herbs that matched the description, so he asked about the differences between them.
The two walked and talked, their figures very close under the red umbrella, yet they did not touch each other at all.
Not far away, two mysterious figures walked side by side. Orange Blossom looked at them from afar and couldn't help but sigh softly.
"She and Xun Feifei seem to be a perfect match. I felt they were kind-hearted when we were in the city, but I never imagined they would have such a wonderful relationship."
Qi Chen looked at her, and regardless of whether he recognized "Xun Feifei" or not, he naturally went along with what Cheng Hua said.
"indeed."
Wei Changzai had been paying attention to Chenghua and the other person, and as soon as he heard their names, he couldn't help but look over.
It turned out that the person was Xun Feifei, the Left Envoy of the Demon Clan.
...
Xun Feifei shivered inexplicably, his brush trembled like a rope, leaving a long trail of ink, and he ruined a reply.
Xuanzhen, who was grinding ink nearby, came over and asked, "Is it cold?"
Xun Feifei shook his head, wrapped his white gold robe tighter around himself, and said only, "I don't know why, but I feel a chill that makes me want to be executed."
Bi Qing: "..."
Author's note: Xun Feifei, you're in danger!
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