Chapter 49 Bai Yujing (2) "Of course I can protect them"...
The spring sunshine is bright, the branches sway gently, and the sea breeze is warm and soft.
Amidst the rustling of leaves.
Ice flowers bloom everywhere, covering the once lush and vibrant flowerbeds and meadows with a layer of frost.
A group of disciples lay on the ground, their eyes still filled with confusion, as if they didn't know how they had suddenly been thrown to the ground.
The elder of Yaotai Realm barely managed to steady himself. He stared at the sword in Fuyun Yao's hand, his eyes filled with shock.
"How did it end up in your hands?"
Fu Yunyao remained silent. She took a few steps forward, and frost flowers fell from the blade of her sword.
The disciple, who had just gotten up from the ground, couldn't help but back away.
The elder sensed something was wrong. “No, this is not Rangchen. The Rangchen sword in the sword master’s hand is a gentle breeze, not a cold frost.”
Who exactly are you?!
"You don't need to know who I am. All you need to know is that today we are leaving, and no one can stop us."
Just like back then, she could break through the array barrier that trapped her with a piece of crabapple blossom branch.
Just like ten years ago, she was able to shatter the Wuwang Formation set up by the elders and disciples of Yaotai Realm.
She will definitely get what she wants.
The elder of Yaotai Realm looked at the sword in her hand and knew that he probably couldn't stop them from leaving.
He tried to persuade her, "I don't know why the sword in your hand is so similar to the aura of the Dust Sword, but she really can't leave Yaotai Realm."
The demons were eyeing the human world covetously; if it weren't for the deterrent power of the Dust Sword, they would have already invaded the human realm.
Every cultivator fought a bloody battle on the border of the Demon Realm, and our Sword Master remained on the front line the whole time.
I know she is burdened by the Dust-Binding Spell and must be in immense pain. But the Dust-Binding Sword has been dormant for a thousand years; without her, we don't know when we will ever see the dawn again.
Fu Yunyao was puzzled, "Why should she bear the burden of the future of humanity alone?"
“We didn’t want to either, but she wasn’t alone. Those cultivators who stayed on the front lines to fight, and even the mortals who held the city, though weak, never thought of running away!”
"We've been in a state of chaos and despair for too long. We need a new future, full of hope," he said, looking at the people behind Fu Yunyao.
"Young Master would surely not want to see them struggling hopelessly in pain, would he?"
"What does that have to do with me? And what does it have to do with her?" Fuyun blocked his view and interrupted him.
"With so many people, do they really need to rely on her to survive? If that's the case, then there's no point in living."
These words immediately drew angry glares from all the disciples.
The elder was taken aback by what he heard, wondering what kind of family would raise someone with such a personality.
He stared at the white veil around the girl's neck and the glimpse of dark red that was slightly visible, and his gaze froze.
When he spoke again, his eyes were less guarded and more peaceful.
“If you insist on taking her away, we will not stop you. However, there is one thing I hope you can understand.”
Indeed, no one in this world is born more noble than anyone else, nor is anyone destined to dedicate their life to some so-called righteous cause.
Everyone can choose the life they want, but in this turbulent era, the options are too limited.
Even if it were just one person, the Sword Master of Changliu, who wields the Dust-Slaying Sword, he would not be able to force back the demons. The seemingly peaceful situation we see now was bought with the lives of countless people who guard the Demon Realm.
We desperately want to end this war, even if it costs us everything.
Fu Yunyao asked, "Including your life?"
He replied, "Including my life."
Fu Yunyao lowered her eyes. The books of Yaotai Realm recorded that three thousand years ago, the Grand Elder of Yaotai Realm sacrificed his own flesh and soul to become a spell that sealed the Demon Realm along with thousands of other mortal cultivators. Even in the midst of the turmoil, he failed to leave his name.
She often wondered why someone would be willing to sacrifice themselves for a future that they could never see, a future that was both distant and uncertain.
Moreover, there seem to be many such people, so many that their names have not been accurately recorded in the pages of history...
"Is there nothing you wish to protect, young lady?" he asked, his voice gentle and kind, as if carrying the warmth of an elder.
What do you want to protect?
Fu Yunyao's first thought was of herself, trapped in the forbidden area, huddled by the altar.
Later, she thought of the scene when she first met Fu Yusheng.
"Hello, Liao Liao, my name is Fu Yusheng."
Jiang Wanyin smiled and said in a lively voice, "Jiang Wanyin of the Boundless Sect."
Many figures flashed through her mind: sometimes Yu Bai, Wen Ci, Su Fuying, Cheng Minxi, and even Mo Beili and Bai Qingping...
They seemed to appear in a flash, yet they also seemed to remain vividly in her memory.
“But…” she began, her voice so soft it seemed it might vanish into thin air at any moment.
"Why should I risk my life to protect them?"
She paused, then her eyes lit up with a smile again, and amidst the frost, she spoke once more.
"Of course I can protect them. They will live, and so will I."
The elder smiled, and he thought, "How spirited she looks. It seems the person who taught her did a good job."
"Then, I will stand here and wish the young lady all her wishes fulfilled."
Fu Yunyao ultimately took Su Rutang away.
The disciples of Yaotai Realm watched the two figures leave, utterly puzzled as to why their elder had suddenly become so agreeable.
"Elder, are we just going to let them leave like this?"
He gazed at the fluttering hem of her plain white dress and slowly said, "She'll be alright."
"But..." The disciple wanted to say something more, but was stopped by the elder.
He shook his head slightly. "If I could, I wouldn't want to confine her in this dark and gloomy forbidden area. I originally planned to wait until she grew strong enough to break the forbidden area's formation and walk out on her own. I never expected that someone would make this decision for her first."
The disciple was still puzzled, "Who exactly is that person, and why does the sword in her hand have the aura of the Dust-Slaying Sword?"
This time, he did not answer. He brushed his fingertips across the frost that had not yet completely dissipated, feeling a chilling cold.
He sighed softly to himself.
Since the fall of the gods three thousand years ago, the demon gods have also disappeared without a trace. Until a thousand years ago, the ancestor of the Yaotai Realm accidentally discovered this island in the South China Sea.
This place is rich in spiritual energy, and rare spiritual herbs that are hard to find elsewhere or have even become extinct can be found everywhere here.
Legend has it that in the third year after that grandmaster arrived in Yaotai Realm, he broke through his realm and became a half-step deity.
In the same year, he discovered a piece of sword bone in the back mountains, a place he had never set foot in before. It was... the sword bone of a demon god.
This place, which resembles a fairyland, is also the site where the demon god perished.
His death, surprisingly, nourished countless spiritual energies, giving birth to this world.
However, the Demon God Sword Bone was indeed filled with demonic energy. In order to prevent any accidents, he used his divine essence to carve a restriction on this cave to suppress the overwhelming demonic energy. But he never expected that a thousand years later, this Demon God Sword Bone would turn into a sword under the suppression of the spiritual energy of heaven and earth and the restriction.
However, the difference between a demonic sword and a divine sword lies in a single thought.
For thousands of years, the Dust Sword has remained quietly in the forbidden area, unshakable by anyone, yet it is like an ordinary sword without spiritual or demonic energy.
Until three years ago, Changliu brought Su Rutang to Yaotai Realm.
He made the Dust Sword recognize him as its master, and at the same time, he left a restriction in Su Rutang's body to suppress the demonic energy of the Dust Sword.
Thinking of this, the elder withdrew his hand.
The sword in the girl's hand was undoubtedly the Rangchen Sword, and the patterns belonging to the Rangchen Restriction could be vaguely seen on her neck.
I don't know which person from later generations it was.
As for the difference in sword intent, he thought of the Rangchen Sword in Changliu's hand, which brought a gentle breeze, while that girl's sword intent was so piercingly cold that it was in no way inferior to the Rangchen Sword now.
Perhaps it's related to the offerings for the Rangchen Sword. However, I never expected that many years later, an offering for the Rangchen Sword would be recognized by it.
...
Inside the Endless Valley, Shen Mingxu sat in the courtyard, his once vibrant eyes now filled with a cold indifference.
The leaves falling from the branches overhead bounced off him as they landed on him, landing gracefully on the ground.
Only at this moment did he truly resemble a sect leader, if one could ignore his overly refined face.
Jiang Wanyi sat on the stone steps in front of the door, resting her chin on her hand and looking at him.
Song Anran walked over and sat down beside her, also resting her chin on her hand, and together they looked at the people sitting quietly in the courtyard.
"Senior sister, Master has been sitting here all day, and it's getting dark. What is he thinking about?"
Jiang Wanyi also shook her head, "I don't know. It's rare for Master to be so serious. What important matter might he be dealing with?"
"Squeak--"
The door behind them was pushed open, and Fu Yusheng leaned against the door frame. His pale face made him look sickly and weak, adding to his air of a frail young master.
He looked at the people in the courtyard, then listlessly raised his eyes and asked, "You've been guarding me all day, aren't you tired?"
Jiang Wanyi and Song Anran both shook their heads.
Jiang Wan said, "Master said he absolutely must keep a close eye on you."
“Yes, it’s windy at night, Senior Brother, you should go back to your room,” Song Anran added.
Hundreds of array formations and barriers have been unknowingly set up in this courtyard, all thanks to the efforts of these two people over the past half month.
Fu Yusheng said with some helplessness, "Even when looking at prisoners, you don't have this kind of view."
“My senior brother is much more difficult to deal with than the criminals,” Jiang Wan replied instinctively.
He found it somewhat amusing, "If I really want to leave, do you think you can stop me?"
Song Anran waved her hand, "Senior brother, don't force yourself. Master said that you've exhausted your spiritual power and even your natal sword isn't obeying you."
With so many array formations and barriers in place, even the Kunwu Sect Master would have to stay for several days, let alone you in your current state.”
Fu Yusheng didn't refute it. He leaned against the door frame, letting the evening breeze brush through his hair, and stray hairs fell on his forehead.
Shen Mingxu remained aloof and elegant, with a golden glint in his eyes in the afterglow of the setting sun.
Fu Yusheng, who was about to return to his room, suddenly stopped and concealed the languid expression in his eyes.
The next instant, he was pulled into a void once again.
“Floating, Jade, Life”.
He called his name, his voice solemn and imbued with supreme authority.
The voice was very familiar. Fu Yusheng sighed inwardly, "It's you again."
He said.
"I wonder why you've brought me here today, esteemed one—"
The Way of Heaven.
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Author's note: I just love how confident and spirited Liao Liao always is!
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