Chapter 3 The Moon Is Not Seen "You and I are natural enemies."...
"Judging by the time, those cultivators who went to the Linglang Secret Realm should be back by now, right?"
"What time are you calculating? Hasn't someone already returned? That guy's name is... Jiang Wanyi from the Boundless Sect."
"I wonder if they will be able to inherit the legacy, but this year's cultivation competition is really not as exciting as the last one."
“Of course,” a cultivator replied, “the last cultivation competition was truly a gathering of talents. Wen Ci, the senior disciple of Kunwu Sect, Su Fuying, the young sect master of Nanheng Sect, Shi Yubai, the young pavilion master of Guanxing Pavilion, and Cheng Minxi, the closed-door disciple of the sect master of Tianyan Sect, were all exceptional talents, one in a million.”
"Don't forget, there's also the young master of Yaotai Realm, and that Jiang Wanyin from the Boundless Sect. Hey, I heard that Fuyun Yao was once a close friend of theirs. It's a pity that things have changed."
"If you ask me, this is nothing compared to the life of Sword Master Fu Yusheng."
Upon hearing this, the cultivators laughed and said, "Who can compare to him? He's a young sword master who became famous at a young age."
Fu Yusheng, the master of the Dust Sword, had already made a name for himself in the cultivation world at the age of seventeen, not only because of the sword he carried, but also because of his exceptionally superior talent in swordsmanship.
The young man was passionate and spirited; wherever he went, the chaos caused by demons subsided. Mortals loved him, and cultivators respected him. He was also the only one who, at the tender age of twenty, could rival the sect leaders of several sects that had cultivated for hundreds of years.
There had been rumors in the cultivation world for a long time.
Only by seeing Fu Yusheng can one truly understand the meaning of the word "genius".
"Sigh, I don't know why the young master of Yaotai Realm dislikes such a good swordsman like Master Chen the most." A cultivator sighed.
"Perhaps two equally brilliant geniuses shouldn't have appeared in the same era."
In a corner of the teahouse, a boy who looked to be sixteen or seventeen years old listened to their conversation and couldn't help but exclaim, "I didn't expect that even though Sword Master Chen has been dead for nearly ten years, people in the cultivation world still remember him. Don't you think so, Senior Sister?"
Receiving no response, he was momentarily stunned. "Senior sister?"
The person who was sitting next to him suddenly disappeared. The boy was stunned for half a second, then suddenly rushed upstairs.
"Senior brother, something terrible has happened! Senior sister has disappeared again!"
He hurriedly pushed open the door. Inside, a person sat by the window, dressed in plain clothes, with a white fox mask covering their face, and a red tassel hanging from the side of the mask swaying slightly.
Hearing the boy's words, he looked up, his light-colored eyes gazing at the person at the door.
The boy immediately stood up straight. "My question is, I was so engrossed in listening to the storyteller downstairs."
"Song Anran," he said, his voice languid and casual.
The boy's expression tightened. "I'm here!"
“Your senior sister isn’t a three-year-old child; she’ll come back when she’s tired of playing.”
"But..." Song Anran hesitated, "Does Senior Sister really know the way?"
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"Young Master, Young Master, you must save my daughter!" The nearly fifty-year-old Master Bai almost knelt on the ground, tightly clutching the hem of the person in front of him.
The person addressed as Young Master was dressed in a plain white gauze dress. She was slender and looked even weaker than the Master of the Bai family in front of her. The veil hanging from her hat covered her face, making it impossible to discern her emotions.
"Young Master, I beg you!" Master Bai was still pleading desperately.
The Bai family patriarch of Qiushui Town doted on his daughter, a fact known to everyone in the town.
Two weeks ago, Miss Bai went out for a trip with some friends. The day after she returned home, she fell into a deep sleep and did not wake up. The people in the household initially thought she was sick, but more than ten doctors came and went, and none of them could find anything wrong.
On the contrary, her complexion became rosier the more she slept, and only then did Master Bai realize that she must have been bewitched by a demon or monster.
He was worried about what to do. The cultivators he invited back to his manor were all unreliable. Just then, he heard that the young master of Yaotai Realm was coming to the South Sea. The young master of Yaotai Realm was always the kindest person. If he asked her, she would definitely help. For the sake of his beloved daughter, he went to great lengths and finally managed to invite her to his manor.
Fu Yunyao glanced around. There were quite a few cultivators in the Bai Mansion. Since the Demon Realm seal was broken ten years ago, the spiritual energy of heaven and earth had become unusually rich, and there were many more cultivators.
"Don't you have quite a few cultivators in your manor?" Her voice was very soft, yet it made one imagine how gentle the person behind the veil must be.
Speaking of this, Master Bai got angry. "These cultivators we hired don't know anything! Once this is over, I'll kick them all out!"
Fu Yunyao lowered her eyes, looking at the hand of the Bai family patriarch that was still holding onto her clothes. In fact, she didn't really want to get involved in this matter.
She was never a chivalrous person. Many times, even she herself did not understand why she insisted on leaving the island to kill the Demon Lord, and why she repeatedly agreed to the requests of various sects to leave sword energy in various barriers.
Just like now, she doesn't understand why she ended up walking into the Bai family's young lady's courtyard.
The girl on the bed was breathing steadily, her face was as beautiful as a peach blossom, and she was indeed in excellent health. If Fu Yunyao did not know that she had been sleeping for half a month without waking up, she would have thought that she was just asleep when she first saw her.
"The young lady has been like this ever since she returned from that trip. No matter how we call her, we can't wake her up. However, her complexion is much better than usual, and she often has a smile on her face, as if she is having a sweet dream."
The maidservant serving Miss Bai was frightened, and her voice trembled slightly.
Fu Yunyao responded softly, "You can go out now."
The maidservant, relieved, hurriedly ran out of the room, making sure to close the door behind her.
Fu Yunyao lowered her eyes, and the Rangchen Sword in her hand remained motionless, indicating that the creature inside the room was a demon, not a monster.
She looked around and her gaze fell on a painting beside the bed.
In the painting, a young girl smiles and holds half a willow branch in her hands; her expression is so vivid that it seems as if she has a life of her own.
After a quick comparison, Fu Yunyao confirmed that the girl in the painting was indeed the young lady of the Bai family who was now lying on the bed.
"A painting demon?"
The Cloud Demon spoke, but the scroll in front of her remained motionless. She wasn't in a hurry. She casually picked up a candlestick from the table, and just as the candlelight was about to touch the scroll, the scroll in front of her began to distort.
Fu Yunyao paused slightly as she looked at the all-too-familiar scene around her.
"That's it."
Under the moonlight, the boy's originally flamboyant eyebrows and eyes appeared exceptionally gentle. The evening breeze blew by, revealing the red hem of his white outer garment. He leaned against the tree trunk, his light-colored eyes quietly watching her.
He wasn't annoyed by the lack of response from her and spoke again.
"I haven't seen you for a month."
Fu Yunyao looked at the willow tree behind him, a willow tree that did not exist in the Yaotai Realm.
Just as Fu Yunyao was about to pass by the boy, he reached out and grabbed her sleeve.
"Liao Liao, are you resenting me?"
"Liao Liao, do you resent me?"
In the illusion, the boy's voice overlapped with the voice she remembered.
Fu Yunyao frowned. Was she resentful? He always asked strange questions.
She raised her sword and made the same gesture as that day.
With her sword pressed against the boy's neck, she spoke, her voice as gentle as ever.
"Fu Yusheng, you're so strange."
"You and I are natural enemies, destined to fight to the death."
You are a spirited young swordsman, while I am merely a mortal sacrifice offered to the spirit sword in your hand. How could we not be mortal enemies?
She noticed the astonishment in the boy's eyes, and she remained puzzled. For a long time, she couldn't understand his behavior or the complex emotions hidden in his light-colored eyes.
With a slight twitch of her fingertips, Fu Yunyao unleashed a surge of sword energy, shattering the illusion.
The veil hanging from her conical hat fluttered gently with her movements, revealing her still youthful face and her neck tightly wrapped in white gauze.
The illusory afterimage of the Jade Terrace Realm vanished, leaving only the willow tree standing in the empty void.
Fu Yunyao raised her eyes, "Are you going to come out on your own, or wait until I cut down this tree and then return your soul to the world?"
As she finished speaking, a figure emerged from behind the willow tree.
Before Fu Yunyao could make a move, another figure hurriedly ran out from behind the willow tree.
"Young Master Yao! Meng Lang is just a willow tree spirit; he has never harmed anyone. Young Master Yao, I beg you to spare him!" This figure and appearance undoubtedly belong to Miss Bai.
As she was about to kneel down, Liu Yao stopped her, saying, "Who asked you to come out? Go back!"
Miss Bai shook her head. "Young Master, I know you are the kindest of all. Meng Lang really is a demon. That day, I went out with my friends and accidentally left the barrier and was tainted by demonic energy. He used half of his cultivation to expel the demonic energy from my body, which is why I can no longer take human form and can only reside in the painting. He saved my life. If you insist on killing him, I will have no face to live in this world."
Fu Yunyao was puzzled. "Are you... threatening me?"
Everything in this world has its own destiny. If it weren't for Master Bai's insistence, she would never have stepped into Miss Bai's room and been pulled into the illusory world of the painting.
Liu Yao supported the limp, crying young lady of the Bai family and shielded her behind her. "You cultivators are always so hypocritical. I'm right here. Do whatever you want with me. Why make things difficult for a little girl?"
Fu Yunyao found it boring and had no desire to understand the complex love-hate relationship between them.
The dust sword sensed her emotions, and its sword intent intensified.
No one expected that Miss Bai, who was crying uncontrollably, would suddenly push away Liu Yao, who was supporting her.
"Young Master Yao has saved countless lives and eliminated countless demons over the past ten years. How did he become the hypocritical cultivator you speak of?"
Liu Yao was at a loss for words, "I..."
"Apologize!" Her eyes were still red, but she stared at him with a fierce look.
He pursed his lips, somewhat flustered, and bowed to Fu Yuyao in apology, "Young Master Yao, I'm sorry, I..."
Miss Bai sniffed and looked at Fu Yunyao again. "Before he took human form, a cultivator almost burned his body with a fire. Although he was lucky enough to survive, he was seriously injured. Therefore, he doesn't have a good impression of that group of cultivators, but he won't seek revenge. He really is a good demon."
“Hmm.” Fu Yunyao responded, not caring about their past, but simply stating, “I don’t care about your past. I’m here only because your father asked me to come. You’ve been unconscious for half a month, and he’s very worried.”
Upon hearing her words, tears welled up in Miss Bai's eyes again.
Fu Yunyao had a headache. She drew her sword and swept away the illusion in the painting. She thought to herself that she probably wouldn't be able to return to Yaotai Realm today. She needed to find a place to sleep first.
When Master Bai saw Fu Yunyao come out of the room, he quickly stepped forward and asked, "Young Master, how is my daughter?"
"She's fine, she should wake up soon." Fu Yunyao was impatient, but she still answered softly. As for whether she would really wake up soon? Who cared?
As soon as Fu Yunyao finished speaking, she turned and left, leaving Master Bai standing there dumbfounded.
"this……"
"Master, Miss is awake!" A maid's joyful voice came from inside the room. He was delighted and was about to thank Fu Yunyao when the white-clad figure had already disappeared from his sight.
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A girl in yellow squatted in front of the Bai residence, watching Fu Yunyao come out of the residence. Her bright eyes turned slightly, and she followed her.
After following for a while, she was puzzled. The person in front of her clearly had no spiritual energy fluctuations, but her movements were extremely fast, and she couldn't catch up with her for a while.
She was about to speak when she saw the person in front of her walk into an alley and disappear in the blink of an eye.
She had no choice but to follow, but when she entered the alley, she was met with a low wall, and there was no sign of the woman in white.
"You've been following me all this way." A voice came from behind her.
The girl in yellow was startled. She quickly turned around and blocked the alley entrance. Dressed in plain clothes, the sunlight streaming down from behind her gave her an almost divine air.
"Ah." She came to her senses, stretched out her hand, and a white jade pendant lay in her palm. "I saw this fall off you, but I can't enter the Bai residence, so I can only wait for you at the gate. But you walked too fast and I couldn't keep up. I was just about to call you back when you disappeared."
The jade pendant is white and smooth, clearly showing that its owner often handles it and cherishes it.
Fu Yunyao stared at the jade pendant for a long time, her eyebrows curving slightly, and said, "Thank you."
She reached out to take the jade pendant, but a wind blade struck, hitting the pendant and separating their hands before they could even touch.
With a soft clang, the jade pendant fell to the ground, breaking into pieces.
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