Tripped wings, yet soaring high
The curtains fluttered slightly, and some of the osmanthus flowers in the courtyard had already bloomed, melting in the crisp, cold morning breeze.
Youyouju heard the sound of the window being closed.
He was slightly dazed, but then immediately became clear-headed and realized that he had slid from Chaolan's shoulder into her arms while crying, and then fallen asleep.
Oh my god, how embarrassing.
A slight creak came from the door; it was Chao Lan leaving.
You Youju was finally able to breathe a sigh of relief.
My eyes are sore and my throat is burning. I really want to drink water.
You Youju pulled the quilt over her head, leaving only her eyes outside, her mind replaying the scenes in the library.
Chaolan was very understanding and considerate, putting herself in others' shoes.
The lamplight at night is very ambiguous.
They sat facing each other, and then they saw Chao Lan turn her head to the side, her long eyelashes like raven feathers casting beautiful shadows on her face.
It's rare to see melancholy in Chao Lan's eyes; he's always smiling. You Youju almost forgot that Chao Lan's features possess an aggressive and threatening quality, yet the warm light is so gentle, making him appear so breathtaking in the painting.
In the midst of my trembling fear, I actually had the leisure to sketch that face. That face, etched with sorrow over something that had nothing to do with me.
Yes, Chaolan must have felt sad many times, right? But I didn't care about him that much.
Then Chao Lan turned her head and asked that chilling question. Yes, chilling.
The world was silent, only the grievances of many years piled up like a tidal wave.
As she cried uncontrollably, the person softly asked, "How are you? How has Master been all these years?"
Are you OK?
Am I okay?
It doesn't seem like a good idea.
I cried until I was completely exhausted, and it felt so good. He didn't mind my snot and tears. He accepted all my grievances and cries. Am I okay? Am I okay?
Recalling this, You Youju's tears quietly slid down her cheeks again.
Chao Lan pushed open the door, and You Youju wiped away his tears and pretended to be asleep. He didn't know how to deal with the situation for the time being, but he was very grateful to Chao Lan.
Chao Lan brought over a basin of water and noticed that You Youju's eyelashes were trembling, so she knew he was not sleeping soundly.
He gently wiped away the tear stains on You Youju's face with light movements.
You Youju felt like crying again.
"As expected, people tend to become more sentimental as they get older," he thought to himself.
The sensation on my face disappeared, and all was quiet.
Chao Lan was staring at You Youju for quite a while, and her handkerchief had gotten cold.
As if guided by some unseen force, he gently touched You Youju's eyelids, very carefully and very gently.
You Youxin felt a lump in his throat, and a faint, refreshing fragrance wafted into his nostrils, making him seem to relax a little.
You Youju thought that perhaps she wouldn't resist it.
He was even a little expectant and apprehensive about what Chaolan would do next.
Such unconventional and rebellious ideas had long since disregarded conventional ethics. He secretly tried to justify himself, explaining that it was precisely because he desperately needed Chao Lan's continued emotional support—a source of security—after his heart-wrenching cry, that he was so greedy for this moment.
So Chao Lan's fingers slowly moved, wiping away non-existent tears, even though You Youju's eyelashes were still wet.
He used his fingers to mimic a fine brush, lightly sketching the prominent bridge of the nose, much like drawing a mountain peak.
As she descended, Chaolan was stunned into a feverish state.
The itchy sensation on his face made Youju's breathing become erratic. Unable to bear it any longer, he had to open his lips and exhale a small breath.
I thought Chaolan would continue to draw, but unexpectedly, she withdrew her hand as if she had been burned.
"Master...I..." His voice was barely audible.
After a long silence, You Youju simply opened her eyes a crack to peek at what Chaolan was doing.
Chao Lan stared at his hands, seemingly lost in thought, his face showing disbelief. He clenched his fist, and his hands trembled.
He's gone.
You Youju sat up, looking at the doorway, unable to describe the feeling. He simply stopped thinking about it and went back to sleep under the covers.
The tolling of the bell woke You Youju, who had just fallen into a light sleep.
He changed his clothes and flew down the mountain to send a telepathic message: "Senior Brother Chi Yu, what happened?"
Chi Yu replied, "A demon clan has come to our sect to demonstrate their power, right at the foot of the mountain."
You Youju felt a chill run down her spine. Could it be Xiao Baiyao? And to make matters worse, it happened to be during an opportunity when all ten sects were present. This was truly troublesome.
Upon arrival, she realized she was the only one who was late. Chao Lan's gaze shifted slightly as she made way for You Youju.
The ground was covered with bloody corpses, and there were humans, ghosts, and even demons.
Not far away, an exquisitely crafted yet eerie black sedan chair was being carried by a demon wearing a fanged mask. The sedan chair was shrouded in black gauze, obscuring the faces of the people inside.
There were a few people standing directly in front of them, including Zhaohua, Yaoguang, and several others whose identities were unknown.
It seems to be Zhu Xun.
"You audacious demon brat! We're not looking for you, yet you swagger around and provoke the immortal sect!" the sect leader of Zhengyang Heaven shouted from the front.
The person in the tent chuckled softly, but the sound reached everyone's ears precisely.
Yao Guang’s voice was loud and clear: “The people who attacked the Immortal Sect a few days ago were not members of our clan, but escaped prisoners. We are deeply saddened by the suffering of the Immortal Sect, and it is not our clan’s wish to provoke a conflict between the two clans.”
The crowd looked at each other in disbelief.
The leader of the Zhengyang Heaven Sect roared, "Then should my clan's disciples die in vain?"
Yao Guang glanced at him sideways and continued, "Although we haven't caught the culprit, we've captured no fewer of the remaining traitors than the talents lost by the Immortal Sect. Our clan is willing to work with the Immortal Sect to capture the leader of the remaining traitors—Xiao Baiyao."
You Youju's mind went blank. Xiao Baiyao?! It was actually Xiao Baiyao?! That encounter was no coincidence; he'd come looking for an ally. What a pity she hadn't been ruthless enough to kill him; he'd be infamous for eternity, a future threat.
"This man is the former regent of our clan, whose infamy I believe you have all heard of. Now, the Demon Lord has cut off his legs, which cannot be restored in any way. I hope you will all be careful, for our sake and for yours as well." This statement carried a strong warning tone.
Hundreds of portraits fell from the sky, each depicting Xiao Baiyao's face.
The leader of Zhengyangtian Sect gripped the portrait tightly, refusing to accept this reason: "Who knows if this is your trick? Besides, why should we eliminate internal troubles for you?"
Zhao Hua replied, "Whoever's clansman dies is the one who's in a hurry. We're just kindly reminding you; whether you accept it or not is up to you."
The person inside the tent clapped his hands, and dozens of treasure chests, each as tall as a person, appeared before everyone.
The man slowly opened his mouth: "This is my compensation to all the sects. I hope you will accept my condolences." His tone was flippant.
Chao Lan gave You Youju a meaningful look, clearly recognizing the voice as that of the person from last night.
"Pah! Who wants your junk!" someone spat.
And then that infuriating chuckle: "Oh?"
The treasure chest was opened, and it was filled with high-grade spiritual artifacts.
The protests, which had been rising and falling, have shrunk by half.
"His Majesty does not wish to cause further trouble. If you do not accept this, we will fight you to the bitter end. We are doing this to give you a way out, since it would be thankless and exhausting for us to fight."
Zhao Hua spoke with a sharp and sarcastic tone, and Si Chuitang's face turned very ugly.
You Youju thought to herself, "Is this person here to start a fight or what?!"
He and Chaolan could not speak on this matter, so they looked to Cangzhoushui for his opinion.
Cang Zhou Shui's eyes were filled with resentment, as if he wanted to skin and shred the bones of the others.
Of course, there was no need for Cangzhou Shui to intervene. The sect leader of Zhengyang Tian couldn't swallow this insult and thrust his sword forward. Unexpectedly, before he could even get close to them, the sect leader's sword broke in mid-air.
"Hmph." Zhu Xun laughed again: "I've come here to apologize, not for your sake."
You Youju's face flushed, as if she felt eyes gripping her tightly—no, now there were two pairs.
"This immortal has shown me such respect, even using only a broken sword to demonstrate his power. I am not an ungrateful person. Any spiritual weapon I randomly picked from those boxes is of a higher grade than this broken sword. Immortal, there is no need for you to be so polite."
Everyone knew that Zhengyang Tianqing was poor. Zhu Xun kept calling it a "broken sword," which made the sect leader furious and embarrassed. He couldn't come up with a solution and could only stare hatefully at the black sedan chair.
Among the crowd were some envious people: "If you ask me, you sect leaders should just accept them. You could refine these spiritual artifacts for a hundred years and still not have enough. You should use them to boost your sect's prestige and recruit more disciples."
The sect leader of Zhengyang Heaven glared angrily: "You brat! When has my immortal sect ever needed to accept demonic artifacts to boost its prestige! Don't you dare embolden others!"
Someone else whispered, "If you're not happy, go and fight. You can't beat us anyway, so what's the point of taking it out on us? Are you suggesting we go and start a war right now?"
The sect leaders who had lost their disciples all sought out the person who had spoken to them, and they were all quite angry.
Seeing that further words would be futile, Zhu Xun waved his hand, left his belongings behind, and went home, leaving these upright gentlemen and stubborn old men to stare blankly.
The crowd dispersed, some advising to accept the demons' suggestion, while others chose to continue discussing the demons, declaring, "How can the immortal sects collude with demons?"
"Let's go find Song Song tomorrow; I'm afraid they might be in danger."
"yes."
Standing atop Yundi Peak, You Youju gazed at the departing procession of Zhu Xun in the distance, her heart filled with indescribable feelings, mostly worries about the future.
A long wind blew up his hair ribbon, and Chao Lan stood behind him, gazing at the place he was looking at. Finally, the hair ribbon gently brushed against Chao Lan's cheek, and he raised his hand, gently twirling and caressing the hair ribbon with his fingertips in the wind, showing an unusual worry about something completely different.
In an underground cave, a man in a wheelchair is using a leather whip to vent his anger on a person curled up on the ground.
The room was dimly lit, and everyone in the room hung their heads and remained silent, creating an eerie and terrifying atmosphere.
Someone came in with a message: "My lord, the messenger said that Cen Chaolan has taken dozens of boxes of treasures to Chaoyun Mountain to sue for peace."
Xiao Baiyao put away the whip, his face contorted with rage: "All the treasures I've painstakingly amassed over the years, he just gave away half of them! He's certainly living up to his reputation as a complete coward."
A candlestick was smashed hard against the forehead of the person communicating with the message, blood flowed down, and the person dared not dodge.
How many people died?
The messenger, barely daring to breathe, his face smeared with blood, stammered, "Three...more than three hundred people."
"grass!!!"
Another round of slamming followed: "You've broken two-thirds of my body! Cen Chaolan, I'll skin you alive and tear your tendons out!!"
He then demanded fiercely, "Why didn't you report this time! Why didn't you report it!" His anger seemed somewhat manic and comical.
The messenger replied, “My lord, please calm your anger! Our scouts say that Cen Chaolan didn't inform anyone about this operation! She brought a spirit beast and killed over three hundred of us. Luckily, we escaped quickly, otherwise the consequences would have been unimaginable, my lord! We must rest and recuperate now, and we absolutely cannot act rashly again, or it would be like throwing an egg against a rock, my lord…”
Before he could finish speaking, a sharp blade pierced his throat, rendering him unable to utter a sound.
"A bunch of useless trash think they can teach me how to do things? Take a break? Hmph, I do need to take a break, but I'll have to kill a few more people first."
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