Chapter 2 The Mortal Sword Master Who Never Sees the Moon
Within the forbidden area of Yaotai Realm, the surrounding stone walls glowed red with a protective light. Fu Yunyao knelt in the center, her left wrist bearing a bloody mark from her own scratching, the bright red blood mingling with the dark red pattern.
The veins on her hands, which were braced against the ground, stood out. She tilted her head slightly, and her messy, damp hair fell on her face and neck, as if intertwined with the intricate and strange forbidden patterns.
She should have been in immense pain, yet her eyes still held a smile. The memorial tablet on the altar silently watched over her, and the illusory afterimage reappeared beside the ice-blue Rang Chen sword.
Fu Yunyao lowered her brows, and fragmented memories slowly surfaced.
"I suspect it's the Jade Terrace Realm, which should be located at the Azure Cloud. From now on, you will be called Yun Yao."
In the dimly lit forbidden area, the woman's face was not even clearly visible. She grasped the wrist of the girl in front of her, whose expression was blank, and her cold fingertips traced the strange patterns on the girl's wrist.
“Don’t be afraid,” she said. “With it, you will no longer be bound by the short lifespan of mortals.”
On the altar radiating red light, before seven nameless spirit tablets, lay a spirit sword of pure ice blue. It lay quietly in its sword rack, the surrounding spiritual energy condensing into frost that slowly drifted down.
"Do you see the spirit sword on that altar? It's called Rangchen, and we are with it..."
"Destiny is connected."
...
"May I have your name?"
The seventeen-year-old boy was already a renowned young sword master in the cultivation world. He bent slightly, looking at the girl sitting in the pavilion at eye level. His light-colored eyes were smiling as he spoke, and the ribbon in his hair fluttered slightly.
The girl remained silent, only gazing at him with her beautiful eyes, until the boy placed the sword in his hand aside.
She blinked, her fingertips landing on the hilt of the sword, the spiritual energy from the sword entangling her wrist in a flattering embrace.
The boy raised an eyebrow slightly, seemingly asking someone, "You like it?"
His sleeve was grabbed, and the girl's slender fingertips wrote two words in his palm.
"Understood," he murmured, understanding.
"You called out?"
He raised his eyebrows again, his voice both amused and seemingly very serious.
He said.
"Hello, Liao Liao, my name is Fu Yusheng."
Floating, Jade, Life?
She likes the name.
...
Dark red patterns crawled up her face and coiled around her heart. Fu Yunyao suddenly lowered her head and spat out a mouthful of blood onto the floor covered with restrictions, which slowly mingled with the blood.
The illusory afterimage still stood to one side, its eyes shimmering with a soft light. It tilted its head and spoke softly, "Liao Liao?"
She coughed lightly, closed her eyes, and spoke silently, her emotions unreadable.
"The day I came out of the forbidden area, I told myself that none of it mattered to me."
"All I've ever wanted is to be free and complete."
“You are a young sword master who achieved fame at a young age and was full of vigor, while I am just a sacrifice who should have been trapped in the forbidden area for the rest of my life, waiting patiently for the return of the Dust Sword.”
“But I came out of the forbidden area, and no one could stop me. I don’t believe in fate.”
"I will not be trapped. Whether it is the Forbidden Land of Dust or the Jade Terrace Realm, I will get out."
"I only want myself."
I only have myself.
Fu Yusheng, how could I not hate him...
...
In the Elders' Pavilion of Yaotai Realm, several elders looked at the person in the main seat and the restriction pattern on her neck, and sighed softly. Ten years have passed since the Demon Realm seal was broken and Chen Jianzhu perished. Ten years should have been a very short time for them, but it has become incredibly long because of the reappearance of the Demon Race. Fortunately, Chen Jianzhu is still here.
The First Elder and the Fourth Elder exchanged a glance, both understanding the unspoken words in each other's eyes.
No one expected that the child who was brought to the island as a sacrifice for the Dust Sword would become the sharpest sword for the cultivation world and the mortal realm to resist the demon race.
The Grand Elder spoke, "The cultivation competition has ended. A month ago, the five major sects reopened the entrance to the Linglang Secret Realm and sent the top seven from this competition into the secret realm. Judging by the time, they should be back by now."
"Mm." Fu Yunyao responded gently, but in her heart she felt bored. What did those things have to do with her?
"Back then, the Demon Lord perished in the South China Sea, which made the demonic energy in the South China Sea heavier than in other places. The Nanheng Sect sent a message asking the young master to leave a sword aura in the barrier of the town on the edge of the South China Sea once again."
Fu Yunyao looked up at him, the patterns on her neck surging, making the Grand Elder's heart tighten. "The barrier in the South China Sea has been somewhat unstable recently. With Chen Jianqi present, there is an extra layer of protection, which makes us feel more at ease."
"Ah." Fu Yunyao blinked. She thought of the Demon Realm seal that was broken ten years ago. The sect leaders of the five major sects gathered together, and the most powerful forces in the cultivation world went to help maintain the Demon Realm seal. As a result, the Demon Realm seal was still broken, and several sect leaders were seriously injured, which allowed the Demon Lord to almost appear in the South China Sea.
Even with the combined efforts of several sect leaders, the Demon Realm seal couldn't be maintained? Fu Yunyao was somewhat skeptical. She thought that perhaps they could explore further towards the South China Sea.
She answered the elder's question, "I will go."
The elders breathed a sigh of relief, secretly relieved that this successor, Chen Jian, was gentle in nature.
The Second Elder, observing the constantly shifting restraints around his neck, couldn't help but ask, "Over the years, it seems the restraints on Young Master's body have rarely faded?"
“Yes,” Fu Yunyao replied casually, “that’s not important.”
The elders were anxious, for this had never happened before with any sacrificial offerings. Every time their restrictions were breached, it only proved one thing: that Chen Jian needed to start looking for new sacrificial offerings.
Fu Yunyao saw through their thoughts and smiled, "Don't worry, I won't be in trouble so soon. After all, with my innate sword physique, Chen Jian won't want to find a second spiritual body sacrifice in the short term. Shouldn't the elders be aware of that?"
The elders were speechless. They did know the truth, otherwise they wouldn't have tried so hard to dissuade Fu Yunyao from returning to the forbidden area after learning of Fu Yusheng's death.
Unlike the others, when they saw Chen Jian return to the forbidden area of Yaotai Realm, even if they didn't want to believe it, they knew that the spirited young sword master had really perished.
Unlike other swords, perhaps because it was once the sword bone of a demon god, the Dust Sword has an extremely strong temperament and is unwilling to be second best. The seven sword masters it has chosen are all the most outstanding talents of their time, unmatched by anyone. If it cannot find a satisfactory candidate, it would rather live in seclusion for a hundred years. Fu Yusheng is the sword master it has waited nearly five hundred years to choose. If he had not died, how could it have abandoned its master whom it had waited five hundred years for and returned to its birthplace on its own?
The elders were heartbroken by Fu Yusheng's death, but...
The demons are eyeing us covetously. Though the sword master is dead, the sword energy of the Dust Sword still remains. Fu Yun Yao is the new spiritual offering the Dust Sword has found. Only if she lives will the Dust Sword not return to the silence it was at the beginning of its creation three thousand years ago.
They looked at the restrictive patterns on Fuyun Yao's neck and felt a pang of regret.
The Demon God Sword Bone is indeed powerful, but the price to pay for its use is also extremely heavy...
...
At the entrance to a valley near the South China Sea stands an extremely simple wooden gate with three characters engraved on it.
"The Endless Sect".
It was late autumn, and the leaves outside the valley had all fallen, but the flowers, grasses and trees inside the valley were still thriving, with bees and butterflies flitting about.
A young boy pushed open the courtyard gate, a few stubborn, mischievous tufts of hair still sticking up in his hair. He covered his yawning mouth with his hand, and his somewhat bewildered gaze paused when it fell on the person lying on the ground outside the courtyard.
The man's original plain clothes were now stained red with blood. The hem of his clothes was slightly spread out, revealing the red lining under the plain white outer garment, like a butterfly with broken wings. Blood continued to flow out and drip onto the decaying blue firefly grass beneath him.
Damp, stray hairs fell across his face, obscuring his features.
Song Anran stared at him blankly for a long time, the sleepiness in her eyes disappearing. After a while, his terrified screams came from inside the valley.
"Master, my senior brother has fainted again!"
Fu Yusheng felt as if he had fallen into an endless darkness. The chill from the loss of blood swept over him, while the demonic energy in his spiritual veins began to rage, making him feel as if he were being burned by hellfire.
After an unknown amount of time, he opened his eyes in his own mental sea, his light-colored eyes still carrying the bewilderment of someone just waking up.
Amidst the profusion of flowers, his gaze fell upon the pavilion deep within.
The light gauze hanging from the pavilion fluttered in the wind, and the copper bells on the eaves rang out crisply. In the center sat a figure with his back to him.
Sensing someone's arrival, the person slowly stood up and turned to look at him.
She wore a simple white brocade dress, her loose hair swaying gently. She looked seventeen years old, with gentle eyebrows and eyes, as bright as the moon. Even the flowers on the ground seemed like mere background.
Fu Yusheng smiled, ignoring the spiritual veins shrouded in demonic energy to the side, his gaze fixed solely on the people in the pavilion.
The man tilted his head slightly and slowly spoke, "Fu Yusheng."
As he moved, ripples spread across the surface of the starry river. He reached out, but just before his fingertips touched the girl, he suddenly spat out a mouthful of blood. He staggered a few steps, and his fingertips, which had been reaching for the girl, passed right through her, touching only nothingness.
The demonic energy once again entangled his heart meridian. He forced himself to lift his head, looked at the unconscious girl in the pavilion, raised a smile, and softly called out.
"That's it."
Fu Yusheng opened his eyes again, felt the object pressing against his palm, and his eyebrows curved upwards once more.
A soft sneer came from inside the room, "The person is about to die, and you can still laugh?"
He looked up and saw that the sect leader of the Boundless Sect was a young man with delicate features, like a young master from the mortal world.
Fu Yusheng propped himself up to sit up, completely ignoring the pain in his spiritual meridians. He replied, "Yes, I'm very happy."
Shen Mingxu was speechless. "Can you please stop coming back with injuries every time you go out? It's been ten years, and you won't listen to any advice."
"Sorry, there won't be a next time."
"Your meridians were already severed, and you were surrounded by demonic energy, yet you still didn't know how to stop." Shen Mingxu was still muttering to himself. After a while, he realized what he had said. "What do you mean there won't be a next time? You run into the valley as soon as you get injured, you know? I don't want to go out and collect your corpse."
Fu Yusheng chuckled, leaned against the bed, and waved the object in his hand, "I've found what I wanted."
It was a black jade pendant engraved with intricate patterns. Shen Mingxu squinted, sensing a powerful sealing restriction on it, and also a...
Demon God's Soul!
He was startled. "Where have you been again?"
Fu Yusheng put the jade pendant back and casually replied, "The Secret Realm of Linglang."
"Are you crazy!" Shen Mingxu paced back and forth in the room. "You are no longer the spirited young sword master you were ten years ago. Your meridians are all broken now, and you could die if you're not careful. What kind of place is the Linlang Secret Realm? If it weren't dangerous, why would it need to hold a cultivation competition every ten years to select the seven most outstanding individuals to enter?"
“I went there once ten years ago, so there’s no need to worry. Besides, I’m back now, aren’t I?”
"Yes, yes, yes, you came back covered in injuries!" He looked at the pale-skinned person on the bed and snorted, "Even if you went to great lengths to find this Xuan Jade Pendant that can suppress the Dust Restriction, you still wouldn't have a chance to deliver it to that person."
Fu Yusheng paused in examining the jade pendant in his hand.
He continued, "Don't forget, you're practically dead to her now."
Fu Yusheng raised his eyes, his eyes clearly smiling, yet they exuded a chilling aura. Shen Mingxu was not afraid at all. "Looking at me won't help. It's her who doesn't want to see you."
He left the house, cursing and swearing.
Fu Yusheng's gaze returned to the jade pendant, his fingertips gently caressing it. In the quiet, dim light, he spoke, his voice low and hoarse.
"There will always be a chance. How could she possibly not want to see me?"
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