Chapter 64 "Would You Lie to Me?" "Unless it's a matter of life and death, I will never lose..."
Crabapple petals fall, a gentle breeze carries their scent.
Clear and gentle, it makes people...
Sinking into oblivion.
Her pure white dress brushed across the star-studded water, each step feeling as if it were landing on Fu Yusheng's heart.
He watched as Fu Yunyao approached him little by little, his whole being, his whole heart, floating with her figure.
A clear bell rang, reaching the ears of both of them simultaneously.
Ten steps away, Fu Yunyao stopped. She didn't speak, only her gentle eyes gazed at the person in front of her, as if in a silent confrontation, or perhaps...
A silent temptation.
Fu Yusheng looked at her and suddenly chuckled softly.
He thought, "Sure enough, whether in swordsmanship or in matters of the heart, Liao Liao has always been restrained, calm, and has the upper hand."
That's good enough. In front of her, he's willing to always be at a disadvantage.
He bowed down to her.
To submit to her.
He raised his hand and broke off a section of crabapple blossom; the vibrant petals swayed with his movement.
He lifted his foot and slowly walked towards the person in front of him, the one who constantly tugged at his heartstrings.
The bright moon only needs to hang high, and the gentle breeze will naturally come.
Fu Yunyao gazed at the piece of begonia branch in his hand, her eyes then falling on the soul fire leaping between his forehead.
The pale blue soul flame flickered lightly, yet it was also weak, as if it could be extinguished at any moment.
"That's it..."
Fu Yusheng stood in front of her and spoke softly.
"I would gladly pluck a crabapple blossom for you for a lifetime."
Fu Yunyao reached out, her fingertips landing on the petals of the crabapple blossom branch in his hand.
She asked.
Would you lie to me?
The person in front of him simply smiled and said, "Unless I die, I will never break my word."
Fu Yunyao took the crabapple branch from his hand, her eyes slightly narrowed.
"So, do you want to live, or do you want to...?"
"Stay here forever?"
The water rippled gently, and the starlight shimmered.
Fu Yusheng raised his hand, his fingertips gently stroking her face with restraint.
Fu Yunyao raised her eyes.
He lowered his head.
The moment his forehead touched hers, he heard the sound of his own heart beating.
He felt her presence, his voice slightly hoarse.
He said.
"If you grant me life, then I will live."
If you wish me to die, then I will die.
My only wish is that you will be free from worry year after year.
May you be well, may you be joyful, and may your future be bright and promising.
He slowly closed his eyes, awaiting her judgment.
He was willing to give up everything he had.
The gentle spring sunlight fell on Fu Yunyao, and she clearly saw his descent into depravity.
Even today, she can still think very calmly.
Now, his life and death are entirely in her hands. If she wants, she can easily keep him here forever.
She raised her hand, her fingertips landing on his neck.
She once left her scars here with the blade of her sword.
She felt the pulse beating under her fingertips, and her eyebrows curved into a smile.
"Fu Yusheng".
She called to him.
"I came here and never thought of leaving alone."
She never does anything pointless.
"Liao Liao," Fu Yusheng called her softly again, "Don't provoke me..."
Fu Yunyao: ?
As she was wondering what was going on, the person who had been pressing against her forehead moved back slightly.
He opened his eyes, his light-colored, jade-like eyes shimmering with light color.
Beautiful, like the bright moon reflected in a clear spring.
Fu Yusheng looked at her somewhat bewildered expression, his Adam's apple bobbing slightly.
She would never know that those words, which seemed so ordinary to her, were more precious to him than sweet nothings.
Fu Yunyao lightly touched the tip of his slightly reddened ear with her fingertips and asked in surprise.
Are you feeling unwell?
Fu Yusheng smiled and looked at her.
Her tongue pressed against the tip of her teeth, and her expression fell into his eyes. Although she didn't have many vivid emotions, she always managed to stir his heart.
The fingertips that landed on her face brushed past the corner of her eye, then gently slid down, landing on her lips amidst her strange gaze.
"What’s wrong with you?"
She asked again.
Fu Yusheng simply looked at her without answering.
He lowered his head again before she could furrow her brow.
He thought that even if he was beaten or scolded, he would accept it.
He is not the type to hesitate or compromise himself.
only……
He sensed her presence and finally stopped just before he could touch her.
Amidst Fu Yunyao's bewildered gaze, his kiss finally and restrainedly landed on his own fingertips, which were tracing the corner of her lips.
Fu Yunyao blinked slowly, and the person in front of her had already stepped back and was now resting against her shoulder.
She tilted her head slightly and could see his loose hair, and...
The warm breath that brushed against her neck.
"Fu Yusheng".
"I am here."
Her eyelashes trembled slightly, and her fingertips, which had been resting on Fu Yusheng's neck, gently stroked his hair.
The surroundings were silent, except for the constantly rippling water, which reflected the unease in the mind of the master of the sea of consciousness.
Fu Yunyao noticed it too, and once again, she spoke hesitantly.
Are you... really alright?
Fu Yusheng yielded to her concern, reached out and put his arm around her, and before she could speak again, he said in a low, hoarse voice.
"Just a little bit, let me hold you for a while and you'll be fine."
Fu Yunyao landed on his shoulder, and her hand, which was about to push him away, paused.
After a while, her smiling voice rang out.
“Fu Yusheng, even if I’m slow to understand emotions, I know that what you want right now is more than just an embrace.”
He gave a soft "hmm," tilted his head slightly, and the tip of his hair gently brushed against her neck.
This action reminded Fu Yunyao of the mortal fox spirit, seemingly arrogant but actually...
They're very clingy.
"That's it..."
His somewhat muffled voice rang out.
Fu Yunyao's hand, which was resting on his hair, paused slightly, and she mimicked his response.
"I am here."
"That's it."
He called out again.
Fu Yunyao replied, "I'm here."
"Okay, okay..."
Fu Yunyao sighed softly.
"Fu Yusheng, you're so clingy."
"Mmm," he replied softly.
He said.
"I like it, that's all."
Looking at the ripples spreading across the water, Fu Yunyao reminded her, "We should go."
The person nestled against her neck nuzzled her gently again and spoke once more.
"I like it now."
Fu Yunyao said helplessly, "I know."
Fu Yusheng's shoulders trembled slightly, and a low, hoarse laugh rang out.
Finally, he looked up and took a few steps back.
His eyes were slightly red, and he himself couldn't tell whether his laughter was joy or sorrow.
He gazed at the figure in plain clothes before him, feeling the joyful beating of his own heart, and then thought of her steady heartbeat throughout.
As expected, she still doesn't understand anything...
"Fu Yusheng?"
"Um."
He agreed.
It's okay, being able to be with her is enough.
He closed his eyes briefly, concealing the emotions within them.
Seeing that he had returned to normal, Fu Yunyao asked, "Do you know anything about the Spring Return Sword?"
"I can guess some of it."
Fu Yusheng agreed and followed her slowly away from this place, a dream he had specially woven for the memories of her.
The clanging of chains reached their ears.
Amidst the swirling demonic energy, at the heart of the dim spiritual vein, the jet-black sword remained trapped beneath countless chains.
The sword blade shimmered with a dark light, a gentle pale green that evoked the scent of budding vegetation.
It struggled, the light grew brighter, the chains trembled, and it seemed as if they would break at any moment.
Fu Yunyao thought of the few wisps of Bai Yujing's soul.
"His shattered sword heart actually saved his life. If his sword heart hadn't been trapped, and the Spring Return Sword hadn't been imprisoned as well, he would probably have exploded and died by now."
Now that the sword's heart has returned, the last layer of restraint on the Spring Return Sword will also disappear.
She turned her head and asked, "If it breaks the restraints, can you withstand it given your condition?"
Fu Yusheng raised an eyebrow. "Let's give it a try."
He looks more like the young swordsman from many years ago.
Unrestrained and spirited.
He paused, then spoke again, "Besides, don't I still have you?"
"bite--"
The chains binding the Spring Return Sword finally broke, and the moment the sword energy spread, vegetation sprang up everywhere.
In an instant, the enormous tremor in his sea of consciousness forced Fu Yusheng to lower his head, and blood spurted out.
It landed on the newly grown grass and trees, and also on the plain white hem of her dress.
Fu Yusheng clutched his chest, trying to suppress the rising taste of blood in his throat.
His hair fell loose, covering the bulging veins on his forehead and the slightly reddened corners of his eyes from the pain.
The vegetation weaves together, growing amidst the broken spiritual veins.
They took root in his spiritual veins, causing pain a hundred or a thousand times greater than when his spiritual veins shattered.
He could no longer hold back and knelt down on the ground.
Blood continued to spill from the corner of his mouth, once again splattering onto the hem of the person in front of him.
His hair was soaked with cold sweat, clinging to his neck and hanging down his clothes.
Everything seemed exceptionally long because of the pain.
But in Fu Yunyao's eyes, from the moment the Spring Return Sword broke free of its restraints to the moment Fu Yusheng knelt before her, it was only a breath away.
It arrived so fast that she didn't even have time to react.
Within Fu Yusheng's sea of consciousness, she seemed powerless to do anything but watch him kneel on the ground in a near-disgraceful state, helplessly looking up at her.
"float……"
Before she could even finish calling his name, the person in front of her bowed his head again in a hurry, and blood dripped continuously onto the water, creating ripples.
He forced himself to raise his hand despite the excruciating pain, grabbing the hem of his blood-stained clothes, his fingertips also becoming stained bright red.
The hand gripping her hem tightened, and the veins on the back of his pale, defeated hand bulged out.
The wide sleeves slipped down, revealing a touch of red on her wrist.
Fu Yunyao was stunned.
She slowly squatted down, her fingertips touching the red string on his wrist.
Fu Yusheng looked at her and forced a weak smile.
Sword energy spread, and the broken spiritual veins were overgrown with vegetation, which began to bloom.
The faster they grow, the more pain Fuyusei suffers.
He could almost feel his life slipping away rapidly.
The Spring Return Sword rapidly repaired his severely damaged spiritual veins, and it seemed that it didn't want him to live...
He tightened his fingers, trying to grasp the only thing he could hold onto—the hem of Liao Liao's dress.
It's a pity, it dirtied her hem.
"Fuyu Sheng..."
He heard her soft voice.
It seemed very close, right in front of me.
It also seems very far away, separated by time and space, by years.
He wanted to respond, but found himself unable to utter a single word.
He could only speak silently, letting the blood drip down.
A chill ran through his body; more accurately, his soul began to freeze.
The coldness made him crave the icy, bone-chilling sword intent that belonged to Fu Yunyao.
His spiritual veins are being reshaped.
His life faded away.
He looked at the corner of plain white he was clutching tightly in his hand, and felt reluctant to part with it.
"Fuyu Sheng..."
Fu Yunyao called out to him, causing the shadow of the dust sword to slowly appear beside her.
Her sword intent spread out, stopping the wildly growing vegetation between the spiritual veins.
The return of spring and the slowing of the sword energy also gave Fu Yusheng a chance to catch his breath.
Ice flowers bloom on the water's surface, which is filled with starlight.
He looked up, and the sword light fell on Fu Yunyao, making her appear holy and divine.
He slowly raised his hand and touched the corner of her eye. The golden divine mark in her eyes flickered.
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