Chapter 64
The spiritual energy binding Chu Le suddenly loosened.
Chu Le was thrown to the ground, wincing in pain, and his senses returned in an instant.
However, before he could even catch his breath and think about what he had just said, he looked up and saw Chu Jiye in front of him curving his lips into a smile.
"Patriarch!" Chu Qing called out, "Patriarch, please take care of yourself!"
Chu Jiye acted as if he hadn't heard.
He walked forward step by step.
The magnificent robes trailed on the ground, the deep blue brocade like a surging ocean. Normally, they would have looked dazzling and enviable, but to onlookers, they resembled an unknown behemoth in the abyss, its jaws wide open, ready to devour everyone.
Even Chu Qing was so terrified at this moment that he lay prostrate on the ground, his forehead pressed tightly against the ground, not daring to utter another word.
Chu Le's mind was a blur, like a lump of paste. He raised his head in a daze, and it took him a while to realize what he had said.
Sword Master dislikes the Moonlit Pavilion on the Sea.
Chu Le boldly looked ahead, but couldn't see Chu Jiye's expression clearly; he only saw his back.
The door opened, revealing an overwhelming chill.
The bright moon stands alone in the vast sea, with waves surging beneath it and sea mist swirling around it.
Chu Jiye looked up and stared for a long time.
Who is it?
His voice was remarkably calm.
But no one dared to offend the head of the Chu family at that moment.
Chu Le's heart skipped a beat. She was struggling with whether she could gloss over the situation when she met Chu Jiye's gaze.
He found it hard to describe that look. The person standing there seemed to have known the answer all along, yet beneath the sharpness in his eyes lay hope and longing, even a hint of pleading.
Chu Le had seen that look before, when he was with his sister in Zhu Yue City.
That was a guard dog that had been beaten half to death by its owner and was about to be killed. This was the look in its eyes when it raised its head for the last time and looked up at its owner.
He seemed to have seen through everything in the universe and knew the answers to all the questions he asked, but when he saw that person arrive, he still couldn't help but feel anticipation.
What is he hoping for?
Chu Le didn't know the answer.
He suddenly realized that he had never truly understood his uncle all these years.
Chu Le knelt on the ground, staring blankly at the figure in front of him, his mind racing.
“...Wang Jiu”.
Bewitched by Chu Jiye's gaze, Chu Le, in a daze, unconsciously gave the answer, "Fellow Daoist Wang Jiu of Yunwang Palace."
Almost instantly, all the past events connected together and surged towards Chu Jiye.
He clearly had so many opportunities to recognize her.
But he didn't do any of that.
He preferred to believe in inanimate objects like marriage contracts and spirit contracts, and preferred to personally deliver her to Feng Xiaosheng's doorstep.
The sea was vast and empty, with the wind whistling through it.
Chu Jiye raised his hand to cover his eyes, tilted his head back, and his lips curled up in a smile. Under the horrified gazes of the crowd, he burst into laughter.
Once again.
It turned out that he had once again missed her.
"I don't acknowledge it," Chu Jiye said in a low voice.
He wanted to ask for his personal opinion and get to the bottom of it!
...
"Senior Brother, we'll help you return it."
Upon hearing these words, Sheng Ningyu instantly withdrew the melancholy that had been lingering in her heart.
She wasn't the type to wallow in melancholy, but suddenly seeing two old acquaintances and guessing that they weren't the ones plotting against her caused her emotions to surge.
"No need for Senior Brother to trouble himself. Since you dare to scheme against me like this, I will deal with you personally."
Sheng Ningyu composed herself, glanced at the ruined auction hall and the fleeting figures of the ghost messengers, and felt slightly relieved.
Therefore, it seems that the Thousand Mountains Trial will not be forcibly started for the time being.
Sheng Ningyu smiled at Yan Ruchao: "Why is only Senior Brother here? Where is Senior Sister Yuyi?"
"She went to make arrangements for those two Yunwang Palace disciples."
Upon hearing Han Yuyi's name, Yan Ruchao's expression softened. He glanced at Sheng Ningyu's waist, his brows furrowing in displeasure: "Why are you using this wooden sword shrouded in demonic energy?" He seemed to remember something and let out a mocking laugh: "Can't the entire Yunwang Palace find a suitable sword for you?"
Sheng Ningyu felt that if she didn't say something, her senior brother Fei Fou would probably be so burdened by the pressure that he could never straighten his back again.
She scratched her head and, unusually honest, said, "Not really, it's just that at that time, I didn't really want to see the sword."
However, these honest words caused Yan Ruchao to fall into silence.
Sheng Ningyu had no idea what her senior brother was thinking, only that his expression grew increasingly unpleasant before gradually softening.
Just as Sheng Ningyu was overjoyed, thinking that the matter was over, she saw Yan Ruchao raise his sword sheath.
Oh no, it's over.
Sheng Ningyu wailed inwardly. She had said so much nonsense and even shed tears, but how could she still not escape her senior brother's lesson?
Perhaps because the past memories were too vivid, even with Sheng Ningyu's superb concealment skills, she never thought of dodging. She stood still, closed her eyes, and waited for a heavy blow to her back or head.
Unexpectedly, the force didn't come towards her body, but rather towards her right hand...
Sheng Ningyu suddenly opened her eyes, her gaze filled with coldness, and almost without hesitation, she turned to the side to dodge.
After they finished, not only Yan Ruchao stopped moving, but even Sheng Ningyu herself was stunned on the spot.
If it were someone else, Sheng Ningyu could easily fool them.
But before him stood Yan Ruchao.
Sheng Ningyu was somewhat bewildered; she wasn't quite sure how to react to this situation.
If it were the old her, she would act arrogantly and flamboyantly, and even when she was fighting with others, she would win more often than lose.
Even if all else fails, her second senior brother will always be there for her...
Thinking of her second senior brother Rong Que, Sheng Ningyu felt a faint stinging pain in her heart, along with an increasingly overwhelming sense of bewilderment.
All of this now seems to confirm that it was all a conspiracy by the Chu family, and had nothing to do with the people around her. But for some reason, whenever she thinks of Rong Que, she feels a pang of pain and some indistinguishable emotions.
There was something between these emotions, something Sheng Ningyu couldn't quite discern.
She thought that perhaps she really had to go to the Thousand Mountains Trial to see the whole picture.
Her thoughts drifted like clouds in the sky, and Sheng Ningyu didn't know what to say. She stared blankly at the person in front of her: "Senior Brother..."
She seemed to hear a sigh.
This was very strange. Sheng Ningyu almost thought she had misheard, because this was not the kind of sound Yan Ruchao should make.
The raised scabbard landed on her left shoulder, causing far less pain than she had imagined. Instead, it felt like the tail feathers of a crane from the Sword Pavilion falling as it flapped its wings.
Why don't you come looking for me?
Sheng Ningyu raised her hand and pointed outside the building, saying innocently, "'Sheng Ningyu and He are not allowed to enter,' this is known to everyone in the world."
Yan Ruchao: "..."
Yan Ruchao: "I'll tear it down. There's a picture of it!"
Yan Ruchao: "..."
He often couldn't understand his junior's thought process.
A familiar headache came over me.
No.
We can't fight.
Yan Ruchao thought that, not to mention Sheng Ningyu's body, which he felt was dilapidated at a glance, just the thought of taking action was enough to raise the question of whether his Daoist partner would gently take a flute and kick him out of the Ghost Cang Tower.
But that Chu Jiye...
Yan Ruchao sneered.
No one knows what Yan Ruchao was thinking the moment Sheng Ningyu dodged.
It wasn't directed at Sheng Ningyu, but at Chu Jiye, and at the entire Chu clan of Donghai.
After all, all the evidence he had now pointed to the Chu family.
Human greed is insatiable; it's like a snake trying to swallow an elephant, or someone who dreams of instant success.
This time, regardless of whether Sheng Ningyu softens her heart, the Chu family and Yan Ruchao will definitely not let it go.
Of course, if Sheng Ningyu knew what Yan Ruchao was thinking at this moment, she would only applaud. However, the atmosphere between the two was somewhat cold now.
Having not seen each other for a long time, the two stared at each other in silence for a moment, unsure of what to say. Sheng Ningyu moved her hand, about to speak, when she saw Yan Ruchao's expression soften.
He asked, "Now, what is the name of your sword?"
He knew that Sheng Mingyue was obsessed with swords. She was naturally heartbroken when her previous sword was destroyed, and the fact that she was wearing this one on her waist meant that it had her approval.
"Stop, stop, stop!"
Sheng Ningyu was almost dizzy from Yan Ruchao's series of questions. She waved her hand repeatedly to interrupt her senior brother's chanting, somewhat puzzled: "Senior brother, the name of my sword is not ordinary. Aren't you curious?"
Yan Ruchao sneered: "What's there to be curious about? Didn't you use this name before?"
Sheng Ningyu: "???"
She was somewhat bewildered, and looked at Yan Ruchao: "I used 'Unbreakable Sword' as the name of my sword? When?"
"do not you remember?"
Yan Ruchao's expression suddenly darkened. He disregarded everything else and raised his hand to press on Sheng Ningyu's spiritual meridians, but to no avail.
Sheng Ningyu couldn't wait any longer. Her heart was pounding, and she asked more and more urgently, "Senior Brother, answer me first, when?"
Yan Ruchao found it somewhat strange, but still said, "You've never formally named your sword before, only jokingly calling it 'Flawless.' As for the appearance of the words 'Unbreakable Sword'... it probably happened after the incident in Hehuan City."
Hehuan City.
The city that never sleeps, nestled between mountains and sea.
The mystery surrounding her since she woke up seems to finally be getting an answer.
Sheng Ningyu lowered her eyes, paused for a moment, then suddenly chuckled and raised one eyebrow: "Isn't Senior Brother curious about the origin of these three words? Why don't you guess?"
Sheng Ningyu had a very clear understanding of those memories.
One force can overcome all methods.
Once she retrieves all the spirit bones, someone will naturally reveal a flaw.
The girl in front of him was unrestrained, with a carefree and unconventional demeanor. Her youthful appearance was almost identical to that of her time at the academy, which even made Yan Ruchao momentarily stunned.
For a moment, even the rebellious Ghost Canglou Master, who had betrayed the Sword Pavilion and entered the Ghost Path, hoped that all the gods and Buddhas in the heavens could truly hear the wishes of the people.
Let time stand still at that moment.
Yan Ruchao was not the kind of person who doted on his disciples. Of course, he knew that what happened later was not bad for Sheng Ningyu. On the contrary, it was precisely because of those later events that she became the "Bright Moon Sword Master" in everyone's eyes, a figure of great integrity and unapproachability.
But all of this was too bitter and too painful.
If only time could stand still, even just a little bit slower...
He lingered for a second longer, wanting to do something more for his junior sister.
Yan Ruchao lowered his eyes, his voice so calm that it almost revealed a hint of gentleness.
This might still seem quite indifferent to others. But for someone who has lived in a dark and gloomy place for many years, this is truly remarkable.
"Let me guess..."
Yan Ruchao lowered his tone, and after a moment, he remembered something and said, "In the idle talk of the world, there has been discussion about the origin of the name of your sword. The most widely accepted one is that it comes from the last move of the 'Ninefold Sword'?"
Sheng Ningyu tilted her head: "Is that what they all think?"
Yan Ruchao: "That's not right?"
Sheng Ningyu raised an eyebrow, somewhat smugly saying, "How could I be so simple and easy to understand? Of course they're wrong. Do they have any other guesses?"
Yan Ruchao narrowed his eyes and looked down.
Towering buildings stretch for miles, the wind blows ceaselessly, swirling and rising, ghostly figures appearing amidst the fluttering veils.
Just like the world's people, busy and mediocre, striving and busy.
Yan Ruchao didn't understand what was so interesting about these people, and why his junior sister always loved going to the mortal world and meddling in worldly affairs.
Over the years, he had watched for a long time, almost to the point of being tired of it, but just now, after listening to Sheng Ningyu talk about some idle matters and watching the ghost messengers coming and going below, he suddenly found it somewhat interesting.
"There is another interpretation, which is that the word 'impossible' is the direction your sword path leads."
Her swordsmanship?
Sheng Ningyu blinked, somewhat curious: "What do they think my swordsmanship is?"
Yan Ruchao deftly raised his hand to avoid a falling giant object for the ghost messenger below, then hoisted a soft chair and placed it behind Sheng Ningyu. He said unhurriedly, "Do all the things that are impossible in this world, and kill all the people that are impossible to kill in this world."
Sheng Ningyu chuckled and agreed, "It sounds very moving, just like the legendary heroes that are talked about every day in the mortal teahouses."
So that means...
Yan Ruchao's subordinate paused, glancing sideways as he said, "Isn't that right?"
No, that's not it.
Sheng Ningyu leaned back comfortably in the soft chair, sitting carelessly amidst the ruins, showing no intention of being lazy.
“I named it ‘Bu Ke’ (meaning ‘cannot’) simply because there was someone who carved such a beautiful sword for me, yet insisted on telling me ‘it’s not possible’ to use it as my sword.”
"When I looked at him, I felt..."
Sheng Ningyu paused, words stuck in her throat, unsure how to describe Xie Qianjing, so she swallowed them all and only gave her conclusion.
"I felt that my sword should be called 'Impossible'."
From the corner, a soft sound seemed to be heard.
Yan Ruchao suddenly raised his eyes, his gaze sharp as a knife, his whole body surging with ghostly energy, and headed straight in one direction!
Almost at the same moment, a figure in white gracefully descended.
The surging demonic energy poured out in an instant, only to recede just as quickly.
The ghostly aura, sharp as blades, brushed past the man. He was dressed in white, with a calm demeanor, like a young immortal raised in a family of cultivators. But Yan Ruchao would never mistake him for someone else.
Whether it was the chilling demonic aura surrounding him, the red puppet threads swirling in his hands, or the undisguised killing intent in his eyes.
This is the person who unified the demon race in just a few days.
Yan Ruchao was filled with apprehension, and countless guesses flashed through his mind. He unleashed several streams of ghostly energy from his hand, and the Peerless Sword hovered behind him. However, this time, the person was clearly able to dodge, but for some reason did not.
A sword shadow flashed past her side first, and Yan Ruchao watched helplessly as her junior sister ran over.
Sheng Ningyu was unaware of Yan Ruchao's thoughts. She swung her sword to block Yan Ruchao's attack and quickly looked Xie Qianjing up and down, focusing on his pale face.
Are you alright?
Xie Qianjing seemed to want to say something, but before he could utter a sound, he coughed softly. Sheng Ningyu subconsciously wanted to help him up, but he grasped her right hand. Before she could speak, he met her gaze and smiled.
"It's alright, don't worry."
Sheng Ningyu unconsciously frowned and said disapprovingly, "Your neck is bleeding."
Xie Qianjing shook his head again, gesturing for her to look behind him, and said softly, "I'm fine."
Hmm, it feels a bit chilly behind me?
Sheng Ningyu belatedly realized something, and she turned around a beat late, only to see that her senior brother had already stood a step away from her, looking at them with a dark face... their clasped hands.
Yan Ruchao's face was as black as the bottom of a pot, and he practically squeezed out two words through gritted teeth: "Release."
Sheng Ningyu: "..."
For some reason, she felt an even greater sense of guilt than when she blew up her senior brother's study in the past.
She instinctively moved her hand, but couldn't pull it out. She saw Xie Qianjing raise his eyes, his eyes filled with autumn water, and then quickly lower his eyelashes, which fluttered gently like butterfly wings.
Sheng Ningyu was silent for a moment, then turned her head, trying to bluff her way out: "Senior Brother, he's my friend. Ever since I woke up, he's..."
Ah, the eldest brother's face seems even uglier.
She didn't finish her sentence, only staring wide-eyed.
No, why did Senior Brother suddenly draw his Peerless Sword?!
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Author's Note: I'm here!
These past few days, with the year-end approaching, updates have been a bit irregular, probably around 11 PM every night!!! [Pigeon][Good Luck Lotus]
The guilty starfish hugged its gentle and beautiful babies!
The mystery will be revealed soon! [Sparkling eyes]
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