Chapter 9 Not seeing the moon, longing to see her
Above the South China Sea, the Demon Lord self-destructed, unleashing a powerful and terrifying demonic aura.
The young man held the child in his arms, his arrogant eyebrows and eyes appearing unusually cold at this moment. Without hesitation, he summoned the Dust Sword to block the demonic energy attacking the seaside town.
Amidst the oppressive darkness, a streak of icy blue sword flashed by. Beneath the frost-covered sky, it brought not the biting cold, but a long-lost warmth and vitality.
Fu Yusheng held the child protectively in his arms, covering the child's eyes with his hands. The demonic energy surged domineeringly into his spiritual meridians, and in an instant, all the meridians in his body broke, and scarlet blood spurted from his mouth. Fu Yusheng held on to his last shred of sanity and used his spiritual energy to send the child in his arms back to the shore.
The spiritual power within his body dissipated like a flood breaking through a dam, but was then tightly bound and crushed by demonic energy, turning into countless tiny blades that pierced his meridians. Fine pain kept coming, and he could no longer hold on, falling into the deep sea.
The deep sea was dark, and demonic energy continued to erode his spiritual veins. Fu Yusheng closed his eyes, almost accepting the fact that he could not go back, as those memories he had never forgotten flashed back.
The girl looked bewildered, yet obediently called out, "Fu Yusheng."
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Holding the jade pendant, she knew perfectly well that he had deliberately shown her the scars on her fingers, yet she still agreed to his deal.
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She sat in the pavilion, her gentle brows and eyes showing displeasure, and said to him, "I don't want to be locked up on the island."
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She held a tree branch against the neck of the Kunwu Sect disciple who was blocking her way, and whispered, "The Kunwu Sect disciples are nothing special."
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Fu Yusheng smiled slightly. He had originally thought that dying with such memories wasn't entirely unacceptable. But then he thought of his last meeting with Fu Yunyao before coming to the South China Sea.
Her hair fluttered gently, the sword in her hand held against his neck, and she uttered those words in a soft voice.
"You and I are natural enemies, destined to fight to the death."
In the deep sea, he opened his eyes, his light-colored pupils somewhat unfocused.
He thought that could not be the last time he and Liao Liao met; their relationship... should not end like this.
In the midst of chaos, he saw a sword standing in the sea.
The sword was entirely immersed in ink, its blade as black as a cold pool in the dead of night. Flowing dark light danced between the blades, like blood surging in the darkness, every inch pulsating silently.
Fu Yusheng's blood dripped onto the sword's edge, gleaming and transforming into a sword shadow before finally merging into his sword bone.
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Within the restricted area, Fu Yunyao played with the jade pendant in her hand.
The elder was very excited when he handed her the jade pendant.
“I and several other elders have investigated, and this Xuanyu pendant does indeed contain the soul of a demon god. It has been transformed by the spiritual energy of heaven and earth and no longer possesses demonic energy. Since the Chen Sword is formed from the sword bone of a demon god, with this demon god's soul present, it might be able to suppress the restrictions on your body to some extent.”
Within the forbidden area, Fu Yunyao had already removed her bamboo hat, and the forbidden patterns on the side of her face had retreated to her neck, completely covered by the white veil wrapped around her neck.
She couldn't discern the spirit or spiritual energy within the jade pendant; she only knew that when she obtained it, the restrictions on her body did indeed become more subdued.
Fu Yunyao blinked her beautiful eyes slightly, and finally tied the Xuan Yu pendant to her waist.
The jade slip on one side lit up again.
Fu Yunyao's brows furrowed slightly.
"Young Master," the Third Elder said in a low voice, speaking very quickly, "those people have already left, and they took a wisp of sword energy with them."
Fu Yunyao hummed in agreement and prepared to cut off the telepathic communication.
The Third Elder quickly added, "Wen Ci, the eldest disciple of the Kunwu Sect, has arrived."
“He comes every year, so we don’t need to worry about him.”
"No, he...broke in too."
"?" Fu Yunyao laughed angrily, "So now anyone can break into the Yaotai Realm's barrier?"
"Yun Yao." Wen Ci's voice came from the other side, "There is a problem with the barrier in the South Sea. You need to leave a new barrier for Chen Jianqi. Yu Bai said that you were injured in Qiushui Town. The sect leader of Nanheng Sect is concerned about your injury and asked me to send you there."
Hearing the familiar voice from the other end, Fu Yunyao was speechless for a moment, and she lowered her eyes and sighed softly.
They are really strange, Shi Yubai is, and so is Wen Ci.
"Yun Yao".
Fu Yunyao remained silent, and Wen Ci continued.
"Then I'll wait for you outside the barrier."
Fu Yunyao initially wanted to refuse outright, but then she remembered the Demon Realm seal that had been broken ten years ago, and cut off the transmission.
The transmission was cut off, but Wen Ci was not in a hurry. She handed the jade slip in her hand to the Grand Elder.
Fu Yunyao is a mortal without spiritual power. Her jade slip was made by the elders of the Yaotai Realm over a long period of time. It allows her to communicate without spiritual power, but only a few elders of the Yaotai Realm can send her messages through the jade slip.
Left with no other choice, Wen Ci had to force his way into the Yaotai Realm.
After all, they were once close friends, and Wen Ci understood Fu Yunyao's personality fairly well. Although he didn't know her true thoughts, her behavior and words were not exactly the same as those of the former Sword Master Rang Chen, but they were about 80% similar. He said he would wait for her, and even if she was unwilling, she would still come out.
The Grand Elder looked at Wen Ci, who was still standing still, and asked curiously, "Fellow Daoist Wen, aren't you leaving?"
Wen Ci said, "After she comes out, I will go to Nanheng Sect with her."
"Young Master probably won't..." come out.
When the Third Elder saw the white-clad figure in front of him, he silently swallowed the rest of his sentence.
Wen Ci's cool and aloof eyebrows lifted slightly. "How is your injury?"
Through the veil on her bamboo hat, Fu Yunyao frowned slightly, "You people are really strange."
"We haven't seen each other for almost ten years."
He was filled with emotion, but Fu Yunyao couldn't understand.
They were the ones who wanted to break with her back then, so what does their current behavior mean?
Do you care...?
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Inside the Boundless Sect, Song Anran circled Fu Yusheng several times with a look of wonder on her face.
"Song Anran, stop for a second, you're making me dizzy," Shen Mingxu said helplessly from the side.
Song Anran waved her hand, "I'm really curious, Senior Brother, how did you enter the illusion array and come out unharmed?"
Although he had always known that his senior brother was very capable, he had never felt it so deeply before.
Fu Yusheng leaned against the courtyard gate, letting him look him over.
Shen Mingxu asked, "Are you really alright?"
Fu Yusheng raised his eyes, and the sword energy belonging to Fu Yunyao flowed through his meridians, causing the demonic energy that originally occupied his body to retreat to a corner. The sword energy was like a thousand-year-old ice, and it did not make people feel comfortable when it flowed through him. However, he smiled and his expression was exceptionally gentle.
He said, "It's much better now."
Shen Mingxu observed his expression and clicked his tongue in amazement, "You look like you're in a really good mood, aren't you? Are you that happy?"
Fu Yusheng replied, "Yes, I'm very happy."
He thought he could resist seeing her, but when he woke up that day, he heard that Jiang Wanyi and Song Anran had gone to Yaotai Realm. He knew perfectly well that nothing could have happened to them, but he still couldn't help himself.
He thought back to the past ten years when he had repeatedly explored the secret realm and finally obtained the Xuan Yu pendant that could suppress the Dust Restriction.
He found himself a good reason to see her; the jade pendant was originally meant for her.
Until she pressed the sword against his neck, he vaguely saw a familiar face through the veil. Because of the restriction on the sword, she still looked like she was seventeen years old. All the reasons for coming here converged into one thought.
He really...misses her.
I really want to.
As the sword pierced his skin and she called out his name, word by word, for a moment, he really wanted to answer.
His Liao Liao is indeed the person in this world who knows him best.
Fu Yusheng's neck wound had not yet been treated, and specks of blood fell on his pale skin, making him look even more sickly, yet the smile on his face was so genuine.
Shen Mingxu felt a pang of sympathy as he read this. "Once we find a medicine that can heal your meridian injuries, you will truly recover."
"No rush." He said somewhat casually, "Didn't Sect Master Nanheng invite the two of them to help research the outcome?"
Jiang Wanyi and Song Anran obtained the inheritance of array formations in the Linlang Secret Realm, many of which were used to resist demonic energy. The South China Sea Barrier had been broken several times due to the reappearance of the Demon Lord, making it extremely unstable and causing unease in both the cultivation world and the mortal realm.
The Five Sects and the Immortal Alliance are waiting to see if the top seven in this competition can obtain useful inheritances from the Linglang Secret Realm.
Jiang Wan's eyes lit up when he mentioned this. "Senior brother, are you going to Nanheng Sect with us?"
"Um."
Shen Mingxu glanced at him, but he knew in his heart that the real reason he planned to go to Nanheng Sect was not simply to accompany someone.
"Given your current condition, it would be better for you to stay in the valley."
"We can't really let the two kids go by themselves."
Shen Mingxu was speechless. "You weren't like this when you were running around to various secret realms every day."
Fu Yunsheng chuckled softly.
After just one meeting, he couldn't help but want to see her again.
Shen Mingxu sighed helplessly, "You should take better care of yourself. You've explored so many secret realms, but I haven't seen you bring back any herbs that can restore your meridians."
However, how could such damaged meridians be repaired so easily?
Thinking of this, he pulled himself out of his thoughts and said, "If you want to go out, you have to wait until the demonic energy in your body is more stable before you can set off. It wouldn't be good for you to have such domineering sword energy left in your body."
Fu Yusheng smiled and agreed.
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When Fu Yunyao arrived at the Nanheng Sect, the sect was holding a small examination. She was still wearing a bamboo hat, and through the veil, her gaze swept over the other people in the arena before calmly withdrawing.
A cultivator below asked in surprise, "Why is there a mortal sitting in the chairman's seat?"
"What mortal? That's the young master of the Yaotai Realm."
"Ah. Is she that amazing? She can actually maintain a completely unaffected flow of spiritual energy." The cultivator exclaimed with admiration.
The cultivator next to him looked at him like he was an idiot. "Have you gone mad from cultivating? The young master of the Yaotai Realm is a mortal, of course he doesn't have any spiritual energy fluctuations."
The cultivator was displeased, "But when I said there were mortals on the stage just now, what kind of mortals did you refer to?"
"...Is the young master of Yaotai Realm just an ordinary mortal? She is the first mortal sword master to enter the Dao with the sword."
"Oh, so aren't they still just mortals?"
"..."
The monks nearby remained silent upon hearing their conversation.
In the silence, a flippant voice stood out.
"Heh, if it weren't for Chen Jian, what would she be?"
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