Chapter 62 I Shouldn't Have Come Back; My Silent Heart Only Wants to Beat Again for Her...
The dimly lit forbidden area was covered with forbidden incantations, gleaming with an eerie dark red light.
The ground was engraved with a huge Bagua formation, and in the recessed water tank, bright red liquid surged. The incantations on the floor were deeper than those on the stone walls, and they seemed to have a life of their own, constantly surging.
In the center of the water trough, on the altar, rows of nameless spirit tablets lay quietly, appearing particularly eerie under the dim red light.
The sword stand made of ice in front of the memorial tablet was still emanating cold air and scattering frost.
Fu Yusheng looked to one side.
The little girl was curled up, her hands tightly wrapped around her knees. Her eyes were closed, her brows were slightly furrowed, and she seemed to be sleeping very restlessly.
Her features were so familiar that Fu Yusheng froze, almost unable to resist moving closer.
He reached out, his fingertips touching the girl's hair, leaving only emptiness.
The little girl who was standing there has disappeared, as if it were all just a dream.
Fu Yusheng squatted on the spot, his outstretched hand frozen in mid-air.
The candlelight flickered, illuminating the darkness in his eyes.
"Click"
He heard a sound coming from the cave entrance and looked up.
The girl stood at the entrance of the cave. She reached out her hand, and ripples spread from the barrier around the entrance from her palm.
In the blink of an eye, a wound appeared on her palm, and warm blood slid down the barrier.
She finally withdrew her hand, her eyes still fixed on the outside of the cave.
An invisible barrier separated the two worlds. She leaned against the stone wall at the cave entrance, blood dripping from her palm and mingling with the restriction.
The bright spring sunshine fell on her, but it brought her no warmth whatsoever.
She sat quietly, and Fu Yusheng simply gazed at her silently, his eyes swirling with emotions.
He watched as she touched the barrier again and again, leaving bloody wounds on her palms time and time again.
He wanted to touch her, but he could only penetrate her body time and time again, failing to attract her attention in the slightest.
She sat there by the cave entrance, passing through spring and autumn, waiting for spring and summer to come. Her youthful face slowly changed.
She lowered her eyes, then looked up again. Her features were now completely familiar to Fu Yusheng.
Looking at her gentle eyes and brows, Fu Yusheng reached out his hand once more.
He recalled the scene when he first met Fu Yunyao.
At that time, she sat quietly in the pavilion amidst the blooming flowers.
She was quiet, obedient, and even somewhat like a child in a daze.
Her eyes, clear as she looked at him, would flash with tiny glints when they fell on the sword in his hand.
He couldn't resist and reached out his hand to her.
She didn't speak, but left two words on his fingertips.
That's it.
"That's it..."
His hand paused half an inch in front of the girl, and he channeled his spiritual power into his fingertips. The breeze generated by the spiritual power stirred the wisps of hair on the girl's forehead.
She was clearly stunned, and hesitantly raised her eyes. Across half a time and space, they met eyes.
Fu Yusheng knew perfectly well that she couldn't possibly see him.
But……
He gave a slight, bitter smile, devoid of any of his former youthful spirit.
Even if it's just an illusion, he still hopes she can be happy.
In a short while, she looked away, her stray hairs falling back onto her forehead, as if it were all just an illusion.
Fu Yusheng half-squatted in front of her, the moonlight falling on him. For the first time, he realized how cold the moonlight could be.
"That's it..."
He murmured, his voice a little hoarse.
"you……"
He wanted to say something, but he didn't know what to say.
He never imagined that his Liao Liao was suffering like this, in the dark and sunless forbidden area, where the high-hanging moonlight never fell on her.
But why should she have to suffer like this?
How could he say he loved her? He never cared about her past. How could he be worthy of saying he loved her?
He gazed at the girl's profile, forcing a smile, his eyes filled with tender affection.
"Liao Liao, I shouldn't have come back."
He repeated, "I shouldn't have come back."
He thought of his next meeting with Fuyun Yao in Yaotai Realm. He was filled with joy at seeing her again, but he didn't notice the wariness in her eyes.
"I should die in the South China Sea, so that you can have a future without any worries."
He recalled the restrictive patterns that kept climbing up the side of her face within the array when they recognized each other.
"How could I say I love you when you're bound by these restrictions?"
He thought again of that night, of the sword she held to his neck, and of that soft voice saying, "Natural enemies."
“I’m selfish and hypocritical. You should hate me. You should hate me.”
The demonic energy lurking within his spiritual veins once again surged forth, this time even the Dust Sword Qi could not suppress it.
The Spring Light Sword in his sea of consciousness kept humming, and his sword heart was trapped in thousands of chains, covered in wounds.
He couldn't help wanting to touch her, but he could only stop half an inch away from her.
He knew perfectly well that this was just an illusion he could never touch, and he hated that it was just an illusion.
As dawn broke, sunlight fell, but it did not reach the girl in the forbidden area, nor did it reach Fu Yusheng, who was shrouded in demonic energy.
"That's it."
He called out in a hoarse voice.
This time, the girl heard his voice. She turned her head, and his image was reflected in her beautiful eyes.
She spoke slowly, each word deliberate and deliberate, like a child learning to speak for the first time.
"Fu Yusheng".
"I'm here," he replied, his shimmering eyes gazing at her tenderly and intently.
"I want to kill you with my own hands."
"Next time we meet, I'm going to kill you with my own hands."
Two voices overlapped, one originating from the illusion before them, and the other from the depths of their memories.
At that time, he naively thought that Liao Liao had seen the damage to his body and was using it to motivate him to live.
He looked at the familiar face before him and softly agreed.
"good."
As long as you're happy, anything is fine.
The sharp blade pierced his body, warm blood gushed from the wound, and demonic energy surged wildly within him, bringing excruciating pain.
His expression remained unchanged, his gaze gentle, as he quietly looked at the person in front of him, his eyes slightly reddened.
He thought, "This counts as dying at Liao Liao's hands."
if……
I just want to see her one more time.
"Fu Yusheng, do you regret it?"
The voice that had been heard in the Heavenly Evolution Spirit Vein Secret Realm appeared once again, still full of pressure, ethereal and indistinct.
Fu Yusheng leaned against the stone wall, his expression gentle.
The girl stood before him, just as she had when they first met.
"I have no regrets."
“Floating, Jade, Life”.
He remembered the first time she spoke, calling his name slowly and deliberately.
...
"Fu Yusheng, will you always stay with me?"
Under the crabapple tree, she tentatively spoke, her beautiful eyes gazing at him.
...
"Fu Yusheng".
The moonlight cast dappled shadows, and her eyes, brimming with intoxication, shimmered as she softly murmured his name.
...
In the Heavenly Evolution Secret Realm, she stood in front of him, a gentle breeze ruffling her veil, her flowing robes intertwining with his.
...
besides……
Amidst the overwhelming sword intent, she slightly raised her head and softly uttered that sentence.
"Fu Yusheng, do you like me?"
"That's it..."
He murmured softly, his voice gentle and filled with longing.
Demonic energy had spread throughout his body, and his warm blood was flowing away. He felt his body slowly growing cold, and his consciousness was gradually fading away.
In the midst of chaos, he heard a familiar voice.
She said.
"Fu Yusheng".
The voice seemed to come from another time and space, yet it entered his ears with perfect accuracy.
He saw the illusion shattered from the outside, and after the blinding light came a bone-chilling cold.
Amidst the frost covering the ground, he saw the figure in white robes that had haunted his thoughts.
She was still the same seventeen-year-old girl he knew best.
That was also the image he deeply loved, yet dared not face.
She stood amidst the frost and looked into his eyes.
Blood stained Fu Yusheng's clothes, his disheveled hair fell loose, and his exposed, pale skin revealed weakness and illness. Only his eyes, gazing at her, held a soft, gentle light.
At the end of his life, he smiled, but still just gazed at her quietly, as if trying to etch her image into his very bones.
Looking at the smile on his face, Fu Yunyao's fingers tightened slightly as she gripped the Rangchen Sword.
She didn't understand.
He's dying, and he... seems quite happy?
The icy touch of the Dust Sword in her hand constantly reminded her of this, and she lowered her eyes, her long eyelashes casting a shadow beneath them.
She thought she should be happy if he died.
She no longer needs to worry about the day when Chen Jian abandons her; she will never return to the cold forbidden land; and the rest of her life will not be an endless wait.
She should be happy.
Is it right?
The sword hummed, and she slowly came back to her senses.
Looking at the demonic energy constantly emanating from Fu Yusheng's body, and at the blood-stained hem of his clothes, it seemed as if a sword was slowly separating from his body.
He's already in such a sorry state, why is he still smiling?
The Spring Return Sword had long since fused with Fu Yusheng's sword bone, and now it was slowly separating from his body, gradually drawing away the fully fused sword bone.
Under intense pain, blood trickled from the corner of Fu Yusheng's mouth.
Even so, his gaze remained fixed on Fu Yunyao.
His consciousness began to fade, and the scene before him became blurred as well.
A gust of wind blew by, bringing a crisp "ding-a-ling" sound.
The tiny sound traveled to both of their ears at the same time.
Fu Yunyao's soul bell, tied to her wrist, swayed gently, as if bidding him a final farewell.
Fu Yusheng could no longer hold on and closed his eyes.
"jingle"
The bell rang closer, and he felt someone crouch down in front of him, her scent carried on the breeze.
Clear and gentle.
He couldn't bear to get close to her, yet he was also afraid of desecrating her.
His heart trembled slightly.
The cold touch landed on his cheek and lips.
Something entered his mouth, transformed into a wisp of spiritual energy, slid down his throat, and soothed the chaotic and rampant spiritual energy within his body.
Fu Yusheng sighed softly in his heart.
Alright...
He knew it was her, and only she could make his dormant heart beat again.
Everything he possessed, including his heart, was only willing and would only bow down to her and stay for her.
Unfortunately, he was too weak to open his eyes and could only feel her presence in the air before falling into a coma.
As spring sets, the branches sway in the breeze, and crabapple blossoms drift down, gently landing on the two people beneath the tree.
The girl, dressed in plain clothes, half-squatted in front of Fu Yusheng.
Her fingertips touched the side of the person's face, her eyelashes trembling slightly. The soul bell had been opened, its outer shell resting on the intertwined hems of their clothes, then being buried by scattered crabapple blossoms.
The sword shadow behind Fu Yusheng slowly dissipated, turning into a golden light that landed between his eyebrows.
The ancient sound emanating from the summit of Baiyu Mountain was like a signal that something had finally settled.
Fu Yunyao's fingertips rested on Fu Yusheng's neck, feeling the slight beating of his pulse.
After a while, she looked up at the sparse light and shadow, her gentle eyebrows curving slightly.
Something seemed out of place to her, and she recalled Mu Jin's words.
"Let's bet on whether you'll kill him."
"I bet you won't."
She looked at the person in front of her and spoke softly.
"Actually, spring sunshine is quite warm, isn't it?"
No one could answer her.
"When you wake up, pick a crabapple blossom for me."
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Author's note: I'm late!
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