Chapter 51
Xie Wen successfully rescued Xie Yichun.
However, when Xie Wen turned back to try to rush through again...
A strong gust of wind swept in, and Xie Wen almost lost his footing. The place where Chen Li had been was now completely flattened, with nothing left.
Xie Wen's heart skipped a beat, "Ah Li!"
Xie Wen originally intended to take a gamble. He planned to bring Xie Yichun first, and then Shen Lizhi.
Let's rescue them together.
But... but...
It's too late.
Xie Wen refused to believe it; she would go even if there was only a sliver of hope. Risking her life, she flew over, and sure enough, there she was—a tiny figure in the distance, crawling on the claws of a bluebird.
Just now, when the bluebird attacked, Shen Lizhi narrowly avoided the sharp edge of her feathers and managed to cling to the bluebird's claws, but now she is teetering on the edge.
Xie Wen flew low over in the distance and, taking advantage of the bluebird's inattention, snatched Shen Lizhi away.
Shen Lizhi stared intently at Awen, who had risked his life to save her.
At that moment, it seemed as if all the grievances in my heart had been filled.
Shen Lizhi grabbed Xie Wen's hand, "Ah Wen, are you alright?"
Xie Wen shook his head, feeling guilty towards Shen Lizhi, which made him even more gentle towards her. Xie Wen said softly, "Lizhi, I'm sorry for what happened earlier."
Shen Lizhi didn't say anything and was taken by Xie Wen to Xie Yichun's side, where it was relatively safer.
As Chen Lizhi descended, she glanced sideways at Xie Yichun.
Xie Yichun gazed at the Sword Sect, which was devastated, his eyes filled with sorrow.
Now, the Bluebirds don't distinguish between friend and foe; they slaughter everyone together.
Everyone looked at the Bluebird with fear in their eyes.
At that moment, a dragon's roar came from the horizon, and all eyes were drawn to that spot.
The enormous black dragon flying towards them flapped its wings, blocking out half the sky.
In the dim light, one could also see a person standing atop the black dragon, their robes fluttering in the biting wind.
Chu Xianyue was backlit, so the expression in his eyes was not visible, but his figure was so resolute.
At his command, the black dragon swooped down and charged straight at the enraged bluebird.
Later, long, long afterward, those people still could not forget that battle, that scene. The black dragon and the bluebird tore at each other, fighting so fiercely that the heavens and earth trembled, and the mountains and rivers lost their color.
To avoid affecting others, Chu Xianyue ordered the black dragon to lead the bluebird to fight on the deserted mountain peak. Later, half of that mountain, which stretched for thousands of miles, was leveled, the mountain collapsed, and the trees fell to the ground.
Xie Wen and Yun Yan led their men to completely subdue all the people of Kunlun Ruins, bringing them to their knees. The Kunlun Ruins prisoners squatted on the ground, and Yun Yan would whip them whenever he was in a bad mood, making them beg for mercy. Meanwhile, another group of Kunlun Ruins, led by Pei Xuan, prepared to escape to the highest heavens.
Xie Wen and the others stopped chasing after them.
They looked at the mountain peak that had been flattened halfway down. The black dragon had half its wing bitten off by the bluebird, and its blood, black as blood, gushed out like a flood, instantly turning the entire mountain peak blood red.
Chu Xianyue, who was on the back of the black dragon, was in no better condition. He was covered in wounds, his face was bloodless, and his spiritual power was exhausted, but he was still using his spiritual power to control the black dragon.
Xie Wen gasped, her hand clenching involuntarily at her side, her nails digging deep into her flesh. She seemed oblivious to the pain.
Everyone secretly prayed in their hearts that the Black Dragon would win.
It's unclear how much time passed, but the blood-red sun sank heavily, and the orange sunset swept across, enveloping the entire Sword Sect. It was impossible to tell whether the blood-red sunset was redder, or the blood-soaked ground of the plaza was redder.
As the last rays of the setting sun disappeared into the depths.
Their new life has surfaced.
The black dragon tightened its grip on the bluebird's neck, and the bluebird's struggles gradually subsided as the sunset faded.
At this moment, the light of new life seemed to shine on every disciple of the Sword Sect. Under the silent sunset, amidst the mountains of corpses and seas of blood, they silently and solemnly welcomed their victory. Yet, not a single smile graced anyone's face.
The black dragon, barely alive, carried Chu Xianyue to Xie Wen's side. It tilted to one side, and a man fell off its back. Xie Wen barely managed to support the severely injured Chu Xianyue.
He had exhausted his spiritual power and was covered in wounds.
There wasn't a single part of his body that was intact.
Xie Wen forced back her tears, trying to adjust her posture to take him away, but there was nowhere in sight where she could bring herself to do it.
At this moment, Xie Wen couldn't hold back her tears, which fell in large drops. She used her hands to transfer spiritual power to Chu Xianyue, but the little spiritual power she gave Chu Xianyue was like a drop in the ocean, completely useless.
A group of Sword Sect disciples gathered around, feeling uneasy seeing the master and disciple like this.
Chu Xianyue regained some consciousness. He opened his dazed eyes and finally focused on Xie Wen's face. She looked so helpless, and her tears fell like raindrops onto his cheeks. One of them even fell into Chu Xianyue's eye.
Chu Xianyue closed his eyes briefly, tears streaming down his face, glistening in his eyes. He raised his hand again, gently brushing Xie Wen's face like a breeze, and said, "Don't cry."
Xie Wen held him in her arms, tears streaming down her face once again. She channeled her spiritual energy into Chu Xianyue with both hands, her voice trembling as she asked, "Chu Xianyue, will you be alright?"
Chu Xianyue shook his head, his voice weak, "I'm fine, let me go. I'll take care of myself."
As he spoke, he propped himself up and sat up. With Xie Wen's help, he closed his eyes and sat in meditation. Xie Wen, still concerned, channeled some more spiritual energy into Chu Xianyue.
At this moment, everyone looked up at the distant sky.
Xie Wen also looked up and saw another group of people flying towards them in a dark mass.
The leader, beaming with pride, stood tall and straight, seemingly very satisfied with the Sword Sect's current situation.
Jin Anxu.
Wang Chao also brought his people to join in the fun.
Oh no, the dynasty also bears some responsibility for everything the Sword Sect is suffering now.
It was the collusion between the dynasty and Kunlun Ruins that instigated Kunlun Ruins to attack the Tianyan Sword Sect.
What a perfect example of the mantis stalking the cicada, unaware of the oriole behind!
His dynasty, however, was not affected in the slightest.
Enjoy the fruits of others' labor without lifting a finger.
Xie Wen took a deep breath, wiped away the tears from the corners of his eyes, and ordered Yun Yan to guard Chu Xianyue.
He got up to greet them.
As Xie Wen stepped forward, the other disciples followed suit, standing behind him with resolute eyes fixed on the approaching enemy, ready to fight at any moment.
However, the Dynasty's men were heading towards the Kunlun Ruins prisoners, apparently to rescue their comrades. Pei Xuan then led the remaining group to join the Dynasty's forces.
The Sword Sect members stepped forward to block them, their hostility obvious. How could they let them rescue the prisoners so easily and escape so easily? And then bide their time and make a comeback?
it's out of the question.
The two sides faced off, and tensions were high.
With just a tiny spark, the flames of war could be reignited.
On the vast, blood-red plaza, a figure moved slowly. It was Xie Yichun carrying an injured person on his back. Many cultivators on the ground still clung to life, and Xie Yichun silently led them one by one back to safety and provided them with first aid.
Xie Yichun appeared between the two sides and walked towards the Sword Sect.
Above the vast South Heavenly Gate Square, the hordes of the Dynasty's people and the Sword Sect's people faced off, and between them stood the tiny Xie Yichun, who was carrying each wounded person on her back. Her body was small, but at this moment she was incredibly majestic.
Xie Wen's heart clenched at the sight, and he was about to step forward to take Xie Yichun away.
But the next moment.
This calm was finally broken by the roar that erupted from Xie Wen's throat.
In everyone's trembling eyes, the image of Xie Yichun being pierced through the heart by a sword that seemed to fly out from behind. At that moment, Xie Wen was already in front of Xie Yichun, his face splattered with Xie Yichun's blood.
Xie Wen's pupils suddenly shrank to a tiny size. She numbly held Xie Yichun, who was falling towards her, her mind a complete blank. She staggered and fell to the ground. Xie Wen held Xie Yichun, helplessly pressing on Xie Yichun's wound that was gushing blood.
Xie Wen's tearful eyes reflected Xie Yichun lying in a pool of blood. A flood of images suddenly rushed through her mind—countless moments she had shared with Xie Yichun. Everything was so vivid. In Qingshui Town, she and her sister Xie Yichun had relied on each other, weathering countless seasons together. And these memories felt so real.
Countless memories flashed through Xie Wen's mind, and she was already sobbing uncontrollably, murmuring, "Why can't it stop? Why can't it stop? Why can't the bleeding stop? So much blood..."
Under Xie Yichun's delighted gaze, Xie Wen's heart sank to the bottom.
Xie Wen asked in a trembling voice, "Didn't you say you would stay with me for a very long time? You won't leave, right?"
With a weak breath, Xie Yichun called out "Awen" one last time, then her hand fell heavily to her sides, and she slowly closed her eyes.
"Sister!"
Xie Wen's heart-wrenching scream soared to the heavens, reverberating from the center of the square. She clung tightly to Xie Yichun, murmuring, "Sister, sister!"
At this moment, she recalled many things. Many memories from the past—it was the first time Xie Wen had recalled all of the original owner's memories since transmigrating to the cultivation world. But why did those memories feel so real? Xie Wen realized that many of her feelings for her older sister, Xie Yichun, seemed not to stem solely from her connection with her older sister in the modern world, but rather from the bond they had formed in this cultivation world, relying on each other since childhood.
Why does she, who is not the original owner, have such a profound resonance with the original owner?
Is it because she has too strong an empathy or is there another reason? Why does Xie Wen always have a strong feeling that she is the original owner of this body, as if she was Xie Wen in this cultivation world in her previous life?
At that moment, Xie Wen had no time to think about anything. She held her elder sister's body, her body trembling uncontrollably.
Chu Xianyue, who was meditating nearby, heard the horrific sound and coughed up a mouthful of blood. Yun Yan, who was obediently standing guard beside him, immediately stepped forward to support Chu Xianyue, crying out, "Master!"
Chu Xianyue wiped the blood from his lips, his hazy eyes piercing through the square and fixing on Xie Wen in the center of the square.
Looking at her current state, that roar that pierced the sky was like a sharp blade stabbing into Chu Xianyue's heart. He had never felt so distressed as he did now.
Ignoring Yun Yan's advice, Chu Xianyue staggered to his feet, but after taking only one step, he spat out another mouthful of blood. Yun Yan was so worried that her heart was bleeding. "Master, please don't move. I beg you, if you keep going like this, you'll spit out all your blood."
Chu Xianyue's battle with Qingniao had not only severely injured his outer skin, but also left him in a state of shock and devastation. He was now coughing up blood with every step he took.
However, Chu Xianyue still wanted to go there, to Xie Wen's place.
Seeing her like this, his heart felt as if it had been struck a heavy blow, a pain a thousand times greater than vomiting blood. He touched the flower-shaped curse mark on his chest, which had now disappeared.
In his battle with the Bluebird, all his meridians were shattered, which also broke the curse seal locked on his heart. Ironically, this curse seal had saved his life.
But now, new wounds are reopening old ones.
All the love he had felt before, as the spell faded, now surged forth like a giant tree that had been suppressed for so long, rising up in an instant, along with new wounds and old grudges, filling Chu Xianyue's entire chest cavity. It filled his swollen heart, making it hard for him to breathe.
He could no longer deceive himself.
Chu Xianyue walked towards Xie Wen, but eventually he couldn't stand up and collapsed to the ground in a sorry state. He crawled on his hands and knees, with only one thought in mind: to get to Xie Wen. She must be in a lot of pain.
He wanted to go to Xie Wen's side.
Blood meandered along every step he took.
Torn between his senior sister Xie Wen and his master Chu Xianyue, Yun Yan was anxious and at a loss. This was the first time he had ever felt so desperate. For a fleeting moment, he wondered why he hadn't been the one to die.
In the center of the square, amidst the crowd, everyone felt a shiver run through them. Xie Wen looked up again, cradling his sister's lifeless body, his bloodshot eyes sweeping over everyone in the dynasty.
For some reason, they were all terrified by Xie Wen's gaze, their backs drenched in cold sweat. His eyes held a resolute killing intent and intense hatred.
"I want you all to be buried with my sister!" Xie Wen exuded a strong murderous aura. She slowly settled Xie Yichun and pressed closer to them with her sword in hand.
At this moment, Xie Wen, blinded by grief and hatred, didn't even notice the person struggling to crawl towards him after he left. Chu Xianyue, when had he ever been so pathetic?
But ironically, all his embarrassing moments were related to her.
He didn't care about anything else, only Xie Wen.
But in the end, he couldn't keep her, couldn't even hold onto the hem of her dress. He blamed himself for being so useless.
Watching Xie Wen's departing figure, Chu Xianyue struggled to get up, but he couldn't. He tried to get up each time, but fell down again and again, while the others followed Xie Wen and charged forward.
The blood on the ground congealed layer upon layer, while the two sides on the horizon began to fight and entangle again, with blood flowing like rain and splashing onto the ground.
Chu Xianyue only blamed himself for being so lowly, even less than a useless person.
This battle was once again a chaotic and terrifying affair.
Another wave of reinforcements arrived from the dynasty. Knowing they were at a disadvantage, they deployed forces, one side covering the other's escape, and in their haste, most of the adults managed to flee to the dynasty.
On this day, the moon was bright and the stars were few. Xie Wen, exhausted, fell from the sky to the square and collapsed helplessly in the center of the square, amidst the mountains of corpses and seas of blood.
Before Xie Wen regained consciousness, he only felt someone gently lift him up beside him, their hand brushing against his cheek like a spring breeze. At the same time, a kiss landed on his forehead.
Not only her forehead, but also her eyes, ears, the tip of her nose, and her lips were covered in kisses. In a daze, the familiar sandalwood scent wafted through the air, making Xie Wen close her eyes comfortably.
She was so sleepy, finally she could get some sleep. Lying in someone's arms felt like being lifted into the air by the wind.
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