Chapter 51 Bai Yujing (4) "Liao Liao, of course I'll like you..."
Blood blossoms bloomed on the icy ground.
They looked at each other amidst the falling snow.
Fu Yusheng's red robes fluttered lightly in the wind stirred up by the sword energy.
He gazed quietly at the person before him, as if it were their first meeting after decades.
He remembers.
Fu Yunyao also remembers.
She raised the sword that belonged to Fu Yusheng, and pressed the blade against his neck.
He seemed oblivious, a smile playing on his lips in those light-colored eyes that she used to love most.
Her shimmering eyes were full of tenderness and longing.
He called her softly.
"That's it."
Blood dripped continuously from his palms; the backlash from forcibly using spiritual power nearly destroyed his already damaged spiritual veins.
Just now, in order to send the Spring Return Sword into the formation, he used blood as a medium, further abusing his already weakened body to the extreme.
But as he looked at Fu Yunyao, he suppressed the taste of blood in his throat and spoke softly.
"I'm sorry, I shouldn't have lied to you."
Fu Yunyao's eyes were cold and clear, and the killing intent pressed against the sword against his neck was chilling.
The Dust Sword hummed as it landed back beside her.
Fu Yusheng didn't care about this at all; he just spoke softly.
"Liao Liao, I miss you so much."
"During my trip to the South China Sea, I really thought I would never see you again, but when your image appeared before my eyes, I thought to myself, I should come back."
"I also want to have many, many more futures with you."
"I also want to tell you that you and I were never sworn enemies."
"I……"
He wanted to say something more, but a sharp pain shot through his neck.
The sword blade was once again stained with his blood, and warm blood dripped from his neck onto the snow.
He stared blankly at the girl's indifferent eyes, speechless for a long time.
How strange! The spring sunshine was shining brightly on him, but why did he feel colder and colder?
The churning pain within her spiritual veins seemed to have vanished, leaving only her indifferent expression.
Amidst the swirling frost, Fu Yunyao spoke.
"You... like me?"
Fu Yusheng met her cool and aloof gaze, his eyes filled with tenderness.
"Liao Liao, I love you."
"Why?" she asked.
Why?
"I have seen the world in your eyes."
Fu Yusheng loved swordsmanship from a young age. He was born with a sword-like spirit and never encountered any bottlenecks in his swordsmanship training.
He traveled to many places, and casually killed countless monsters that caused chaos.
At the age of seventeen, he was already a renowned young swordsman.
He carries the expectations of the world, and sometimes even he is confused about what he is seeking the way of the sword for.
He still remembered the scene when he first met Fuyun Yao in Yaotai Realm.
She was quiet, composed, and even somewhat like a child in a daze.
Only when she looked at the sword in his hand did a faint light appear in her eyes.
He couldn't resist and reached out his hand to her.
Liao Liao likes both quiet and lively atmospheres.
He spent much more time in Yaotai Realm, enjoying watching her grow up and those gentle, seemingly indifferent yet tender eyes.
In her eyes, there were no demons, monsters, cultivators, or mortals.
The disciples of Yaotai Realm described her as ruthless and indifferent, her eyes filled with an endless, frozen snowfield.
But in Fu Yusheng's eyes, there was the gentle white moon, and also, the common people.
When faced with provocation from the Yaotai Realm, she could calmly say, "I am a mortal, so what?"
Compared to the fairyland of Yaotai, she preferred the mortal world full of life and vitality.
Even more so than in the Jade Terrace Realm, she had a greater fondness for tiny creatures like bees and butterflies.
Fu Yusheng thought about many things. He found it hard to explain why he liked her, but liking someone doesn't need a reason.
He chuckled softly, his light-colored eyes filled with tender affection.
"Yes, of course I'll like you."
"Is that so?" Fu Yunyao responded softly, "But I hate you."
Fu Yusheng looked up in surprise.
He heard her extremely soft and indifferent voice.
"I believe that before the Linglang Secret Realm, you were unaware of the matter of sacrificing the Dust Sword. But what does that have to do with me?"
"Originally, I thought I could let go. After all, when I left the forbidden area, all I had was a piece of crabapple blossom. Whether Chen Jian obeyed me or not had nothing to do with me."
"However, it was during the competition with Wen Ci that I realized that I had not really found myself."
"On the day Wanyin died by my hand, I looked at you who arrived late, and at the Rangchen Sword in your hand, and I thought to myself, Wanyin didn't have to die."
She sighed softly, and finally uttered a sentence.
"It would be good if you really died in the South China Sea."
This sound was more painful to Fu Yusheng than any backlash. He could no longer hold back, and blood dripped from the corner of his mouth.
The buzzing in his ears made it almost impossible for him to hear her voice.
The demonic energy swirling within his spiritual veins raged once more, battling against the Dust Sword Qi within his body, nearly severing his already damaged spiritual veins.
His sword heart, trapped beneath countless chains, opened its eyes.
Despite the excruciating pain, he remained obedient, allowing the Spring Return Sword to remain in Fu Yunyao's hands.
Fu Yusheng's sword heart, like his, can never be refused.
For a fleeting moment, he thought, what if...
If I really die at Liao Liao's hands, it doesn't seem so sad.
His...
But then he thought...
"She couldn't possibly really want to kill me."
Fu Yunyao looked at the person in front of her.
He lowered his head, his vulnerable neck obediently exposed to the barrage of swords.
His pale, frail body no longer possessed its former arrogance and unrestrained spirit, except for…
The eyes that looked at her still held a gentle, shimmering tenderness.
He always seemed to look at her with those beautiful eyes, as if certain that she couldn't possibly want to kill him.
The surrounding illusion began to dissipate.
Amidst the swirling snow, Fu Yunyao's sword once again drew near his neck.
Spring Returns Sword drinks his blood, its blade shimmering with light.
Fu Yusheng waited quietly for her judgment, but in the end he couldn't hold back, and drops of blood spilled from his mouth.
He could no longer hold on. Demonic energy emanated from his body, and he knelt on the ground, his eyes filled only with that pure white figure.
He extended his hand, offering the jade pendant from his palm. The begonia blossoms carved on the spirit-gathering jade shimmered with a fluorescent glow under the spring sunlight.
Fu Yunyao froze, the sword in her hand fell to the ground, then vanished, turning into a sword shadow that fell back into his body.
The secret realm of Baiyujing completely dissipated, and as the first rays of dawn shone down, the ancient bell atop Baiyu Mountain rang.
"Thump—thump—"
The voice was deep and resonant, carrying with it the low murmur of Fu Yusheng.
He said.
"Liao Liao, I promised I would always be with you."
"..."
Will you always stay with me?
"Yes, I'll always be with you."
"..."
The Yaotai Realm was ablaze with blooming flowers, and crabapple blossoms drifted gently down. The young man smiled, and the ribbon in his hair fluttered lightly in the wind.
He spoke, his voice gentle.
"Then I will stay with you."
"..."
All the sounds overlapped with his voice, slowly sinking into her heart, leaving only the jade pendant shimmering in the early morning sun.
She looked up at the ruins of the fallen gods atop Jade Capital Mountain, where the backlash from the restrictions she had forcibly suppressed began to retaliate once more.
She was somewhat slow to feel the pain in her body.
The moment her fingertips touched the hilt of the sword again, her consciousness became hazy, and she gradually sank into darkness.
The continuous chiming of the ancient bell stopped.
On the snow-covered ground, a handsome young man in red and a gentle-looking girl slept neck to neck.
He held her close, his forehead resting lightly against her neck, like a devout believer.
The snowflakes fell slowly, causing the Dust Sword to hover in mid-air, its sword energy rising in all directions, dispelling the icy snow.
"Da, da."
Footsteps echoed across the snow, leaving traces in the white expanse.
The handsome young man gazed at the two unconscious figures enveloped by the dust sword energy. He tilted his head slightly and blinked his beautiful eyes.
Why aren't you leaving?
Behind him came the girl's bright yet puzzled voice.
He turned his head to look at the girl who was a few steps behind him. She was wearing his coat, and the black hood covered half of her face. She was small and somewhat... cute.
The girl looked at him, puzzled and somewhat strange, "Why aren't you saying anything?"
The boy stepped aside, revealing the two people behind him.
The girl froze, the wind and snow blowing against her sleeves, revealing an exquisitely crafted crossbow on her wrist.
"Young Master Yao?"
...
Moonlight spilled down, and the shadows of branches swayed in the endless courtyard.
Shen Mingxu sat under the tree, his expression aloof and cold.
"Senior Sister." Song Anran sat in a row with Jiang Wan, his hands supporting his chin, his voice slightly muffled. "Master has maintained this state for seven days."
"Ah," Jiang Wanyi responded, "Master is just in a daze sometimes, it's nothing to worry about."
"But Master instructed us not to let our senior brother leave the sect. What if Master wakes up..."
Jiang Wanyi shrugged helplessly, "We tried our best. Stop our senior brother? We? How could we possibly do that?"
She uttered three rhetorical questions in a row, and Song Anran wholeheartedly agreed with them.
While they were discussing, Shen Mingxu's consciousness was in his own sea of consciousness.
Crabapple petals drifted down onto him and then passed through his body.
He sat on the altar in the forbidden area, his fingertips lightly tapping his knees.
The restrictive patterns on the surrounding stone walls flickered, but this time, they emitted a warm golden light.
Shen Mingxu's fingertips had tapped the door open countless times before he finally couldn't help but speak.
"If you don't come out, believe me, I'll destroy the place where your remaining bones are!"
A soft sigh echoed from the void, "You still have no patience at all."
"Patience?" He found it amusing. "If I were any more patient, my cheap apprentice would have died several times over."
“He shouldn’t have lived to this day. If you hadn’t deliberately left the Spring Return Sword in the South China Sea decades ago, he would have died there ten years ago.”
Shen Mingxu was dissatisfied with his words, "What do you mean I should have died ten years ago? I just accidentally left a sword in the South China Sea, and I didn't do anything."
"Yes, due to your carelessness, you have lost a divine sword that was born during the war between gods and demons ten thousand years ago."
Shen Mingxu was momentarily at a loss for words, "Then when it returned to dormancy, it was no different from an ordinary sword. Moreover..."
"Isn't this also your fault! You wanted me to take care of that person, but I was under a seal at the time, and all my spiritual power was sealed, making me weaker than an ordinary person. You know, raising a child is very expensive!"
He complained incessantly, "I finally managed to raise her to be fair and clean, and then you suddenly wanted me to fake my death and sent her to the Jade Terrace Realm. She hates me now. I haven't even settled accounts with you yet, and you're already blaming me?"
He became angrier and angrier as he spoke, “All those lovely children I raised with such difficulty, in the blink of an eye, have died, been injured, or hate me because of you. And now you’re even going to lay a hand on another of my apprentices. I really want to dig up all your bones.”
The voice remained silent for a long time.
Shen Mingxu retorted, "Hey, are you hiding from me too? Do you believe I'll really set your body on fire and scatter it to the winds?"
Finally, a figure appeared before him. He lowered his eyes, his golden pupils devoid of any emotion, and the divine mark between his brows flickered.
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Author's Note: Finally, Yu Yu and Liao Liao met! [Sprinkling flowers]
Liao Liao and Yu Yu, please make up!
It's only natural to like someone.
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