Chapter 30 Autumn Water Town: "Why Are You Unhappy?"
By the time Fu Yunyao and the others finalized the wedding arrangements and prepared contingency plans with the Bai family, it was already midnight.
Cheng Minxi returned to the courtyard and looked at the two people still sitting there, speaking with some curiosity.
What are you doing sitting here?
"Time has passed," Bai said casually.
"Fu Yunyao is getting married tomorrow, I'm so excited!"
As soon as he finished speaking, the branches and leaves above his head suddenly fell, covering him completely.
Shi Yubai: ?
As he brushed the leaves off his clothes, he looked suspiciously at the person sitting next to him who hadn't been affected at all.
Cheng Minxi was too lazy to pay attention to this childish person. He turned to look at Fu Yusheng and spoke.
"Yun Yao said that she and you each have a thousand-thread rope?"
Fu Yusheng paused in his drinking motion and nodded hesitantly.
Cheng Minxi breathed a sigh of relief, "Now I don't have to worry about not being able to find anyone."
He briefly explained the schedule for tomorrow to the two of them: "The people from the Bai family said that on that day, they will ask several cultivators to escort the bridal sedan chair to an abandoned temple in the South China Sea outside the barrier. After they leave, the dragon will appear and welcome the bride back."
Tomorrow we'll blend in with those cultivators, and when they leave, we'll hide inside the temple and wait for the dragon to appear.
Fu Yusheng agreed, then looked at the deserted courtyard entrance and asked, "Where is she?"
"The wedding dress is not quite right for Fuying; the embroiderers need to make some alterations."
...
On her wedding day, Fu Yunyao was helped into the bridal sedan chair.
Fu Yusheng stood among the cultivators, people coming and going around him, but his gaze remained fixed on that red-clad figure. She wore a red veil, so her face could not be seen.
Fu Yusheng, however, felt that she should look exceptionally beautiful today.
"The auspicious hour has arrived! Play the music and lift the sedan chair!"
With loud shouts and joyful music, the large procession marched toward the town's border.
People on the street looked on with envy at the wedding procession.
The children cheered loudly.
"The immortals are getting married! The immortals are getting married!"
As Fu Yusheng followed the group, the chaotic voices in his mind became clearer and clearer.
How could you let her marry someone else!
How could you send her to marry someone else!
How could you do this!
He tried to persuade the voice in his head.
"She didn't marry; this was just a plan to force out the serpent."
But the voice persisted relentlessly.
How could she marry someone else?
How could you do that?
In his mental turmoil, the demonic energy within Fu Yusheng's body once again began to attempt to erode his spiritual meridians, and the stinging pain within his body caused him to sway slightly.
Cheng Minxi, who was standing next to him, was the first to notice that something was wrong with him and reached out to support him.
He lowered his voice and asked, "What's wrong?"
Fu Yusheng shook his head, suppressing the taste of blood rising in his throat. He looked up and realized that the wedding procession had already left the town.
The silken cord around his wrist was slightly warm, offering him some comfort.
The sword energy within his body once again forcefully suppressed the demonic energy. The cold sword energy fluctuated between his spiritual meridians, which was not pleasant, but it was a rare comfort for him at this moment.
Just as the procession was about to approach the ruined temple, a gust of wind suddenly swept through the area.
The monk asked in surprise, "What's going on?"
Amidst the swirling sand, Fu Yusheng looked towards the bridal sedan chair in the center of the procession.
The strong wind blew the curtains of the bridal sedan chair, then slowly stopped.
He paused, then quickly rushed to the bridal sedan chair, stopping the procession from moving forward, and lifted the curtain of the sedan chair.
Inside the bridal sedan chair, there was no one inside; only the red veil lying in the corner told the story of what had just happened.
Without hesitation, Fu Yusheng activated the Thousand Threads Rope and followed its guidance.
"Hey!" Shi Yubai and the others saw his departing figure and were about to chase after him.
A gasp suddenly came from the crowd.
"Ah!" The man clutched his still-bleeding arm as ferocious monsters emerged from the sand.
Shi Yubai gritted his teeth and stared at Cheng Minxi.
Su Fuying spread her hands, and a stringed flute appeared in her palm. "Yu Bai, you go find them first. Minxi and I are here."
There are too many magical beasts. If they don't stay, the cultivators here might not be able to return. But Yun Yao's situation is probably even more dangerous.
Upon hearing his words, Shi Yubai did not hesitate to follow the direction Fu Yusheng had left in.
...
Fu Yunyao was swept away by the raging wind to a dilapidated village, where corpses littered the ground.
She looked at the serpent coiled around the tree trunk, then slightly raised her wrist, bringing the Dust Sword into her hand; its shimmering light gleamed with a chilling aura.
The serpent's vertical pupils narrowed slightly, and in an instant, it transformed into human form and landed on the ground.
Fu Yunyao looked at the demonic energy on his body and murmured softly.
"Demons?"
He slowly bowed, "Young Master of Yaotai Realm, I have long admired your name. I am Xuan Kui, a dragon from the Demon Clan. I have invited you here today only to make you my..."
"Nourishment for dragon transformation!"
As soon as he finished speaking, his eyes turned into vertical pupils again.
She was born with a sword-like physique, with such excellent blood and flesh nourishment. So many demons coveted her, but alas, she was already his.
He conjured a pair of sharp claws, and with demonic energy, he pounced on Fu Yunyao.
Fu Yunyao dodged to the side and raised her sword, letting Chen leave a wound on him.
Dark red blood fell onto the blade of the sword, but Xuan Kui was not annoyed. He turned around and transformed into a snake, letting out a furious roar at Fu Yunyao with his gaping maw, which swept up a sky full of demonic energy.
Fu Yunyao shook the Rangchen Sword in her hand, and snake blood dripped down, frost flowers fell at her feet, and slowly spread out.
The extremely cold sword energy intertwined with the demonic energy, eventually shattering the demonic energy and causing the sword energy to spread, leaving frost covering the ground.
Xuan Kui coughed up a mouthful of blood due to the backlash from the demonic energy.
Even so, he laughed loudly.
"As expected of someone born with a sword physique, it's a pity you won't have a chance."
Thunderclouds continued to gather, and in an instant, the world was shrouded in darkness.
Xuan Kui wandered among the thunderclouds, nimbly dodging Fu Yun Yao's sword energy.
Fu Yunyao looked at the ancient tree in front of her that was faintly glowing and frowned slightly.
The Xuanlei Tree can draw upon heavenly lightning tribulations and is an important reliance for the transformation of serpents into dragons. Of course, to obtain the assistance of the Xuanlei Tree, one must offer it satisfactory sacrifices.
Fu Yunyao looked at the tree roots and vines spreading out beneath her feet and spun around to avoid them.
She severed the vines that were trying to drain her life essence.
In an instant, thunder roared.
Thunderclaps rippled across the Xuanlei Tree, and Xuan Kui's dragon body began to change.
Dragon horns slowly grew from its head, and a pair of eerie vertical pupils began to transform.
Fu Yunyao once again slashed down the vines that were attacking her, and sword energy condensed between her swords as she swung them towards Xuan Kui amidst the thunderclouds.
He wasn't in a hurry at all. Before the sword energy could even touch him, it was shattered by a lightning tribulation.
As the sword energy dispersed, a smear of blood spilled from the corner of Fu Yunyao's mouth.
At the same time, a scream came from the sky.
A section of an unformed dragon horn fell to the ground.
Xuan Kui's still incompletely transformed pupils turned into vertical pupils again, staring at the people below with hatred, dark red blood dripping from his head.
He never expected that someone could seriously injure him under the tribulation of lightning!
He narrowed his eyes slightly as he watched the person who was once again entangled in a battle with the Xuanlei Tree.
The Xuanlei Tree is a divine tree; she cannot cut it down, so she can only continue to entangle with it.
Since that's the case...
Its gaze fell on the Rangchen sword in her hand.
The man told him that the Dust Sword was formed from the sword bone of a demon god, and naturally it also contained demonic energy.
I hope he wasn't lying to him.
Another lightning tribulation struck, but Xuan Kui intercepted it before the Xuan Lei Tree could absorb it, and guided it to the Rang Chen Sword.
A bolt of lightning struck, causing the Dust Sword to hum as it fell into the thunderclouds.
A burst of intense light emanated from where Fu Yunyao had been standing. Xuan Kui gazed at the Rangchen Sword suspended amidst the thunderclouds, a sense of longing rising within him. As expected of a sword formed from the bones of a demon god, it was indeed powerful, capable of even contending with the heavenly tribulation lightning.
No wonder Heaven was determined to slay the Demon God back then.
As for the people below, it thought somewhat casually that no one could survive the tribulation of heaven and earth. Even its original form could not directly face the impact of the tribulation, let alone a mortal.
Its sharp claws were about to touch the dust-removing sword in the thundercloud.
Frost rose from the sky, bringing extreme cold; even the thunderclouds were covered in frost. Xuan Kui lowered his head in disbelief.
Amidst the frost covering the ground, the girl stood still.
She held a tree branch in her hand, while the vines attacking her hovered in mid-air, entwined with frost, and the entire Xuanlei Tree was covered in frost.
She was dressed in striking red, her disheveled hair fluttering amidst the vast sword energy. She looked up, her gaze meeting itss, her eyebrows slightly raised, her arrogance almost blinding.
She spoke, her voice barely audible, yet it clearly reached Xuan Kui's ears in the air.
She said.
"I don't know where you learned the secret of the Dust Sword. But you've forgotten one thing."
"From the very beginning, it was about making Chen Jian need me."
She never needed to rely on the Dust Sword to survive.
Back then, the first sword move she used was simply holding a piece of crabapple blossom branch.
The Dust Sword hummed as it broke free from the thunderclouds and landed beside her.
As the final lightning tribulation struck, without the help of the Xuanlei Tree, Xuan Kui could only rely on his physical body to withstand it. He looked at the people below, filled with fear.
Not even caring that its dragon transformation was unsuccessful, it could only take advantage of the dissipation of the thunderclouds to escape into the distance.
As the sunlight faded, Fu Yunyao stood amidst the ice flowers scattered on the ground, unable to hold on any longer, and bent over, spitting out a mouthful of blood.
Drops of blood fell, and the ice flowers melted.
She clutched her chest as the Dust Restriction within her body began to spread again due to the lightning tribulation.
They entangled her bloodline, trying to strangle her.
The Dust Sword hummed, and Fu Yunyao barely managed to support herself and not fall.
Surprisingly, she suddenly thought of Fu Yusheng at this moment.
The moonlight in Yaotai Realm was extremely beautiful, and under the swaying shadows of the trees, he wore a simple white outer robe.
A little sparrow landed on his shoulder, letting him reach out and stroke it.
The evening breeze ruffled his hair, and his red ribbon fluttered in the wind, just like him—bold and eye-catching.
He only needs to stand there to naturally attract everyone's attention.
It has been three months since they last met.
It was during these three months that she learned everything about Yu Rangchenjian.
He was a bright and promising young swordsman, and she was merely a sacrifice to the sword in his hand.
Ten years of being trapped in the forbidden area, and seven years of being unable to leave the island.
Born with a sword-like physique, yet forever unable to gain the true recognition of a spirit sword.
All of this was because she was the sacrifice chosen by the Dust Sword.
Fu Yusheng noticed her gaze, looked up, and the little sparrow on his shoulder flapped its wings and flew away.
He raised his eyebrows slightly and walked closer to her.
The pastries in his hand fell to the ground before he could hand them out.
Fu Yunyao looked at him, her gentle eyes devoid of any emotion.
She watched him blink hesitantly, then lowered her head, her gaze falling on the sword piercing his heart.
And one end of the sword hilt was held in her hand.
Blood dripped down the sword's edge, landing on the pastries scattered on the ground.
She drew her sword and casually tossed it at his feet.
She awaited his angry questioning, and then she would completely sever the warmth of their seven years of companionship.
He looked up again, his eyes reddening from the pain, and her image was reflected in them.
He spoke slowly, his voice tinged with laughter, to her.
Why are you unhappy?
His light-colored eyes held a hint of confusion, which eventually transformed into tender affection.
He picked up the sword she had carelessly tossed aside, and with his slender fingertips wiped away the blood that belonged to him from the blade.
Then he took her wrist and placed the sword hilt back into her palm.
He guided her to grip the sword tightly, just as he had done when he taught her sword techniques long ago.
The sword was pressed against his heart once again.
Under the snow-white moonlight, his gentle voice rang out.
"Would that make you happier?"
...
Following the guidance of the thousand-thread rope, Fu Yusheng arrived at this dilapidated village. However, the scene around him changed as soon as he stepped into the village.
He walked along the street covered with red silk, looking at the festive red paper pasted on the doors and windows of every household.
People whose faces were obscured cheered along the street, petals falling and passing through their bodies to the ground.
Fu Yusheng stared intently at the end of the red silk, watching the girl in the wedding dress slowly approach him.
The red dress was eye-catching, but it couldn't compare to her beauty.
She came to him.
She walked past him.
The red hem of his dress brushed against his fingertips, leaving only a cool sensation.
Fu Yusheng lowered his eyes, looking at his empty palm.
"Yun Yao".
A strange voice came from behind me.
"I vow to be bound to you, to love and cherish you for all eternity, even through mountains of knives and seas of fire, I will walk with you..."
The voice spoke from the heart, each note filled with boundless affection.
"You'd like to be with me..."
A gentle breeze swept by, and his voice abruptly ceased.
From beginning to end, Fu Yusheng never looked back. With a slight twitch of his fingertips, the Spring Return Sword happily fell back to his side from behind.
Behind him, the girl in red still stood unharmed, while the man who had just been speaking of his loyalty had long since vanished.
He looked at the Spring Return Sword beside him, its blade undulating with patterns. Only when facing Liao Liao's situation would his broken sword heart be willing to offer him some help.
“You shouldn’t have used her to test me. I will not become a demon, not before, not now, and not in the future.”
"You are now entangled in demonic energy, so how can you be sure you won't succumb to demonic possession?"
The voice that had appeared in his mind's sea rang out once more, exuding boundless pressure from the void.
Fu Yusheng chuckled, "As expected, you were trying to lure me into demonic possession."
He paid no heed to his temptations, and thunderclouds gathered overhead as if they might fall at any moment.
Fu Yusheng was not afraid at all. "I have not become a demon. You have no reason to punish me."
"You should have died in the South China Sea; that was your destiny. I am merely correcting that mistake."
"But I survived, that's my fate. Fate is something I should decide for myself." In the wind, his clothes fluttered, his eyes full of youthful spirit, unrestrained and flamboyant.
His voice came again, “Why struggle? With demonic energy rampant, meridians severed, and sword heart shattered, you have long lost hope in the way of the sword. Now you are nothing but a shell, clinging to life.”
Fu Yusheng opened his palm, and the Spring Return Sword fell into his hand.
The sword intent spread out, like the vitality of newly sprouting grass and trees, bringing boundless warmth and hope.
He stood in the center of the sword energy, the girl's face flashing through his mind once again, and he spoke with a smile.
"Because, suddenly I don't want to die anymore."
The sword intent swept across, the thunderclouds dissipated, and the world that had tempted him to become a demon began to disappear.
Fu Yusheng calmly observed the changes around him, silently reciting two words in his mind.
Heaven and the Way.
The Spring Return Sword in his hand hummed, and a figure in red appeared before him, leaving him stunned.
Fu Yunyao's face, which was somewhat pale due to the restriction, became even more dazzling and radiant under the rouge.
When she looked at him, the phoenix crown on her head swayed, and her eyes sparkled with brilliance.
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Author's note: Liao Liao: He should be angry.
Yu Yu: Why are you unhappy?
How could our Yu Yu possibly be angry with Liao Liao?
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