Chapter 1077 Her cultivation speed is astounding
Hearing the unfamiliar yet forceful voice, Song Chunxue dared not open her eyes, not wanting to see anything.
She was a little scared, and a chill ran down her spine.
Is this a guide?
"Open your eyes, what do you see?"
Instinctively, she opened her eyes and saw a foggy scene.
"Don't be afraid, face your fears."
That voice gently guided them.
Suddenly, everything opened up before my eyes, revealing a gentle green meadow, with various flowers planted in concentric circles—red, white, and pink—all very vibrant.
Song Chunxue could even smell the fragrance of flowers.
Her garden was surrounded by wooden houses, a fenced yard, and a river outside the open gate.
She felt the corners of her mouth turn up.
This is the courtyard she wanted, with flowers, a wooden house, and a river.
But soon she found the courtyard empty, and she was all alone in the whole place.
Where are the children?
The eldest, second, third, and fourth sons, and her Hongying.
What about her grandchildren and great-grandchildren?
And what about her apprentices?
And what about Xie Zheng?
The next moment, the scene changed abruptly. She saw herself standing on a cliff edge, with no way out. She was the only one clinging to the cliff, with an endless abyss below.
"This is the normal state of life. You are just you. No one belongs to you, and you should not depend on anyone."
The voice appeared again.
A strong sense of grief reached the depths of Song Chunxue's heart. She wanted to cry, but she couldn't.
"We come into this world naked and we leave naked; we can't take anything with us and nothing belongs to us."
"In this world, no one will walk with you except yourself."
"To grow old together and live and die together is the most ridiculous and absurd lie in the world."
What are you expecting?
The voice was mocking her, and her feet were slipping, unable to hold onto anything in her hands.
She's about to fall!
Song Chunxue closed her eyes, tears streaming down her face.
The scene changed drastically once again.
She spotted a familiar figure in the distance, and that person was bound by a thin rope, the other end of which...
When Song Chunxue looked down, she was surprised to see that the rope was tied to her beating heart.
Before she could feel fear, the rope suddenly flew lightly toward her, leaving only a knot that was tightly bound to her heart. It pierced her flesh like a giant thorn, and the dense pain made it hard for her to breathe.
Why, why is this happening?
Song Chunxue suddenly panicked and started wailing.
However, she could only hear her own voice; she couldn't feel any tears, and there wasn't a drop of moisture in her body.
She was abandoned.
It felt as if I had returned to my previous life after I died, wandering around like a lost soul.
It was dark and cold everywhere, and she was always cold and could never stay warm. She would be chased away wherever she went.
She didn't even have a corner to stay in.
There are plenty of wild ghosts like her, all vying for her territory.
She was like a weightless dandelion, drifting and floating, gently carried into the air by the wind.
My feet couldn't touch the ground; the only warmth I felt was in my own eyes and the churning sorrow in my chest...
Then, everything went black before her eyes, and she fell into a deep sleep.
...
"Wake up, Master, wake up."
"Uncle-Master, Uncle-Master, please don't cry."
"Uncle-Master, please stop crying. Lord Xie will be back soon."
After an unknown amount of time, Song Chunxue was awakened by a commotion.
There was a lot of noise around me, and hands kept waving in front of my eyes.
Even Wuyou floated in front of her, the sword tassel tickling her cheek.
With a casual wave of her hand, she finally felt herself come back to life.
Suddenly, she sprang up from the bed.
"I'm fine, I'm not dead."
She found her voice to be as calm as a stagnant pool.
But clearly, her mind was racing; she had so much to say and so many frightening questions she needed to ask for guidance.
"Master, you slept for a whole day and night, how could you suddenly faint?"
"Yes, Master, even Master Han couldn't find the cause. Several seniors have examined your pulse, but there's nothing abnormal. Are you feeling unwell? Have you lost your soul?"
Wuji tapped Changfeng on the forehead, "What nonsense are you talking about? If your soul is lost, how could your master possibly wake up?"
Tu Dan'er came over carrying a bowl of dark, murky medicine. The bowl was so full that some spilled out if the bowl wasn't held steady.
"Uncle-Master, drink it quickly. Master Han said your soul is disturbed and needs to be soothed. I've been watching over this medicine for two hours as it's brewed. Drink it quickly."
Changyun stood to the side, anxiously shaking his sleeves.
"Master, after drinking the medicine, take this pill. This is the result of my efforts over the past two years. It's a Soul-Suppressing Pill, which is a must-take for cultivators after they meditate and leave their body. You should finish the whole bottle."
Song Chunxue was slightly lost in thought. Where had Xie Zheng gone?
She admitted that she was somewhat disappointed.
So, by the time she came to her senses, she had already obediently drunk half of the bowl.
Oh my god, it's so hard.
"Master, don't stop. You have to drink every last drop."
She gritted her teeth and swallowed a large bowl of medicine.
"Where did my senior brothers go?"
"I don't know. They were locked in a room discussing something last night. Master Xie guarded Master for an hour before being called away by Daoist Han."
"Anyway, you faint all the time, so everyone's probably used to it."
Six dark pills were stuffed into Song Chunxue's hand.
“These three are ones I refined myself, and the other three were given to me by Uncle Zhang. He said it would be fine for you to take them.” Changyun said, lifting her hand. “Master, please eat them quickly, you’re not fully awake yet.”
Song Chunxue felt her mind was clearer than ever before. After taking the pills and drinking a bowl of porridge, she chased everyone out of the house and sat down to meditate in her room.
As soon as she closed her eyes, she entered a state of self-reflection.
Without needing to consciously regulate her breathing, a continuous stream of spiritual energy entered her body.
This state was something she had never experienced during her previous seclusion. Overjoyed, she sat down and meditated earnestly, regardless of what lay outside.
Finally, she felt her body was full, and unconsciously opened her eyes and stood up.
"Congratulations on comprehending the state of selflessness, reaching the Nascent Soul stage, and becoming a Sword Master. You can now summon me at any time."
Wuyou's voice was more serious than ever before.
Song Chunxue felt a little uncomfortable.
"Sword Master level?"
If I remember correctly, after two periods of seclusion, she reached the level of a swordsman.
This time, she skipped the Grand Swordsman level and jumped directly to Sword Master?
"That's right. This time, you tempered your soul, your golden core shattered into a nascent soul, and your physical body merged with the nascent soul. Originally, you were supposed to go through the early, middle, late, and great perfection stages. But you have indeed lived up to my expectations, leaping from the early stage to the late stage, and approaching the great perfection."
Wuyou's tone was light and cheerful, but Song Chunxue felt no joy upon hearing it.
She remained silent for a long time.
"Haven't seen you for a few days, and you've missed Master Xie?" Wuyou teased with a grin.
"A few days?"
“You meditated for two days and two nights, which made the junior disciples outside very envious. You have been exceptionally diligent these past two days, meditating and cultivating day and night.”
"What about Xie Zheng?" She took a small breath, her heart calming down considerably. "Haven't they returned yet?"
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