Chapter 54: I just wanted to see him. He always said he wanted to travel all over the mountains with Liao Liao...
"Thump—"
"Thump—"
"Thump—"
The continuous tolling of bells echoed through the sky.
Solemn, low, and tinged with sorrow.
Raindrops fell, and the crowd guarding the boundary of the barrier slowly looked up. Before them lay a scene of carnage, including the remains of demons and cultivators.
No one knows why these demons, who were originally lying low in the Demon Realm, suddenly launched a demonic tide against the human world without warning.
All they knew was that in just half a day, the world had undergone another dramatic change.
Some of those lying in pools of blood were laughing and joking with them just a moment ago, but in the blink of an eye, they were a cold, lifeless corpse.
The protective array glowed, stopping the demons who were trying to invade the town.
Everyone was covered in blood, and screams of pain, cries of fear, and voices of grief and anger echoed throughout the town.
Behind the endless stream of demons, a demon lord with horns on his head sat atop a demonic beast mount.
"Lord Chi Yuan, we did not find His presence in this city. It is possible that the barrier concealed His presence."
The person sitting on the magical beast narrowed his eyes, his dark red pupils flashing with a dark light. He reached out, and wisps of demonic energy appeared from his hand, landing on the demonic body that was reporting below.
"My lord, spare my life—" the demon tried to plead, but in an instant, he turned into a ball of demonic energy and was completely absorbed.
Chi Yuan looked at the barrier that remained intact despite the fierce attack from the demons, and thought, "Useless trash can only become nourishment for my powerful strength."
He raised his hand and snapped his fingers.
The next moment, cracks appeared in the previously solid barrier.
He chuckled softly and withdrew his hand. "It seems it's nothing more than..."
"Pfft—" Blood spurted out, and the smile on his face didn't even have time to fade.
He touched his pierced heart in a daze, a domineering chill enveloping his body, freezing his meridians, leaving him with endless despair and pain.
As the formation completely collapsed, the sword energy that Fu Yunyao had left on the formation pierced his heart with unerring accuracy.
He was so fast that neither the demons around him nor he himself noticed.
Immediately following was a melody filled with murderous intent, which attempted to strangle him while she was severely injured.
Chi Yuan's dark red eyes were filled with rage as he looked at the blue-clad figure among the demons.
He roared, "Overestimating yourself!"
However, even before his demonic energy arrived, there were countless phantom sword energies filling the sky.
Each sword shadow contained supreme sword intent; they fell without hesitation, precisely piercing the demon's body.
The cultivators who were fighting the demons were stunned, looking at the scene before them with some confusion.
At the same time, countless sword phantoms appeared on several other borders where people were fighting against the demons.
They fell with the rain, and cries of agony rose and fell.
Even the demon lords leading the army were injured in this rain of swords.
Among them, Chi Yuan, who was already seriously injured by the sword qi of the dust, was simultaneously attacked by Su Fuying and the sword shadow. He gritted his teeth in hatred, but had no choice but to order a retreat.
at least……
Indeed, His presence was not seen in the towns of the South China Sea, so His trip was not in vain.
Wen Ci, who was guarding the barrier of Kunwu Mountain, had his robes stained with blood, and his sword was also stained with blood, yet his sword intent was high.
He looked up, sensing the familiar sword intent amidst the rain of swords.
"Master..."
All around were the wails of the demons and the exclamations of the cultivators.
"It's Sect Master Kunwu! We're saved!"
"Great! I knew Sect Master Kunwu would come!"
"Let's fight our way back and avenge our lost comrades!"
The cultivators were in high spirits, while the demons were forced to retreat in defeat. In the end, the Demon Lord, who had personally come to the barrier of Kunwu Mountain, had no choice but to order a retreat.
But the moment he gave the order, a figure gracefully arrived.
At this moment, Qingwu, dressed in blood, was even more terrifying than the demons.
He carried the divine sword forged from his own blood and bones, and his aura was powerful and terrifying.
The Demon Lord stared at him in shock.
Sword energy surged forth, and before he could even dodge, he had already died under Qingwu's sword.
With the Demon Lord dead, the demon race was routed and fled in panic.
Until the last demon was beheaded, the fierce sword energy that filled the sky transformed into warm rain, gently falling on everyone.
They looked up and, without prior arrangement, reached out their hands to catch the rain.
The child, who had been nestled in the arms of his family, also peeked out, his eyes sparkling.
Wen Ci looked at the corpses scattered all over the ground, their clothes soaked by rain and dripping with blood.
He couldn't resist stepping forward, muttering to himself.
"Master..."
Qingwu lowered her eyes and met his gaze; her figure appeared light and transparent in the drizzle.
He reached out, as he had done long ago, and gently stroked his most beloved and only disciple.
However, as he watched his hand gradually disappear, he only had time to leave behind a single sentence.
"sorry."
The ancient bell atop Kunwu Mountain rang out, striking a chord in everyone's heart.
Wen Ci reached out, but couldn't grasp that wisp of sleeve.
He could no longer hold on and collapsed to his knees in the pool of blood.
The rain, formed from the azure sword energy, fell upon him, gentle and warm, yet also...
Cold as snow.
The sound of the ancient bell resounded throughout the world, and amidst the warm rain, a soft, mournful sound arose.
"The Kunwu Sect Master sacrificed himself to protect the common people and repel the demons. We cherish this kindness and will always remember it!"
"This friendship is precious; we will always remember it—"
At the foot of Baiyu Mountain, a hand catches the falling rain.
A soft voice sounded.
"How unfair! The sinner has become the savior and is loved by thousands."
The truly innocent lie buried underground, forgotten by all.
Her plain white dress fluttered gently in the wind. She lowered her eyes, her seemingly gentle gaze devoid of joy, sorrow, anger, or emotion.
In the wind and rain, Xuan Kui suddenly shivered and spoke.
"Should we go find them now?"
Fu Yunyao withdrew her hand, shook her head gently, and spoke.
"Let's wait a little longer."
"Wait?" Xuan Kui asked, puzzled. "Wait for what?"
The thunderclouds of the heavens still lingered above Jade Capital Mountain, oppressive and silent.
Fu Yunyao smiled and said, "I heard that there is a town called Xiaochicheng at the foot of Yujing Mountain."
"Xiaochi Village?" Xuan Kui repeated. "Is there something important that you need to go there for?"
"No?" she said softly, her voice tinged with laughter. "It's just that I want to go and take a look."
Xuan Kui: ?
"The demons have already invaded, and you want to go play now?"
Who is the leader of the righteous path, and who is the demon? Even a demon like him cares more about the situation at the boundary of the barrier than she does!
"Hasn't someone already gone to be this savior?" Fu Yunyao raised her eyebrows slightly.
Xuan Kui was momentarily speechless. He looked at the figure in white and wanted to follow, but was stopped by Fu Yun Yao.
"Go back to the Boundless Sect."
With a light, airy sound, Xuan Kui was frozen in place, unable to move.
Xuan Kui: ...
He looked up at the thunderbolts poised to strike, and the more he thought about it, the stranger it seemed.
Has the heavenly lightning been subdued? It's actually become Fu Yunyao's obedient little follower.
After a brief pause, when they turned around again, the figure in white could no longer be seen.
He sighed helplessly and could only transform into a dragon and fly towards the Endless Sect.
...
Within the Endless Sect.
The continuous drizzle and the profound sorrow outside had no effect on the valley.
The valley remains vibrant with life, bustling with bees and butterflies.
Fu Yusheng's door was tightly closed. In the dimly lit room, only the jade stone he held tightly in his hand gleamed faintly.
This jade pendant, which he painstakingly sourced from spirit-gathering jade and meticulously carved, ultimately failed to reach Fu Yunyao's hands.
Demonic energy continuously overflowed from his body.
Sweat-dampened strands of hair fell onto his neck, concealing the glaring bloodstains on it.
Fu Yusheng lowered his head, sweat dripping down his face and finally disappearing beneath his clothes.
He gently stroked the smooth jade-like surface in his hand with his fingertips.
On each of the scattered papers on the ground, there is a figure in pure white.
Whether it's a slight tilt of the head and a gentle smile, a lowered gaze in thought, or simply a silhouette from behind.
However, the delicate brushstrokes reveal a glimpse of the artist's affection and admiration for the person depicted.
Under the glow of the fluorescent lights, the room was completely silent.
Only a pale and weak figure remained.
Fu Yusheng gazed at the figure on the paper, a slight smile playing on his lips.
Her shimmering eyes were full of tenderness.
That's it...
He could no longer hold on and fell into his own mental sea.
On the water surface, which is filled with starlight, the prosperity of Luoshui unfolds.
Beneath the crabapple tree, the girl's pure white dress fluttered in the breeze. She looked up, a smile playing on her gentle eyes.
Fu Yusheng gazed at her and slowly approached.
Ripples spread across the water as he moved.
"Fu, Yu, Sheng," she said, calling his name slowly and deliberately.
Fu Yusheng lowered his head, slowly raised his fingertips, and finally landed just a hair's breadth away from touching her.
He maintained this almost-touching distance, thus deceiving himself that what lay before him was not merely a cold phantom.
He spoke, his voice a little hoarse, "I'm here."
Fu Yusheng responded to her soft call, his head lowered as if resting on the girl's forehead.
Beneath the fluttering crabapple blossoms, he closed his eyes with a devout gesture, and with a slight blink, his gaze sparkled.
The young master Fu Yusheng of today no longer resembles the spirited young master of the past. The only thing that remains unchanged is the deep affection and tenderness in his eyes when he looks at the girl.
He was willing to bow his head and stop for her.
Fu Yusheng's soul was completely captivated by the girl in white in front of him.
Beyond this realm lies a dilapidated and ruined spiritual vein.
They grew dimmer under the erosion of demonic energy, and the shattered starlight drifted, turning into petals that brushed against the hair of the girl under the crabapple tree.
...
Like Zhongzhou, Xiaochi City is a town dominated by mortals. The only difference is that there are many spirits and monsters here who can take human form and live out their lives peacefully among the people.
This is also the only town that has never been affected by the demonic tide.
"Xiaochi City is located at the foot of Yujing Mountain. It is blessed by the gods, and the spirits and monsters born there are mostly kind and friendly. People live in peace, children play, and the people are simple, kind, and generous. This can describe every person there, and it can also describe the town."
"If you get there, you'll definitely like it. Perhaps I'll have the chance to go with you."
He always said that he wanted to travel all over the country with Liao Liao.
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Author's Note: Yu Yu really understands Liao Liao, so the parts he pointed out Liao Liao would like, Liao Liao definitely would!
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