Chapter 13 Sunset over the East China Sea, You're Absolutely Incredibly Handsome!
In the end, Shen Zhou moved into Hua Deng's room.
When he was alone, there was always a light on in the room, but Hua Deng was used to a completely dark environment.
Tonight, all the lights are off. In the pitch-black room, two beds stand side by side, separated by a screen.
Chen Zhou sat quietly in meditation. After a while, he heard the sound of a cat scratching at the wall through the screen.
"Chen Zhou, are you asleep?" someone asked from the other side of the screen.
Shen Zhou: "I'm asleep." Then he covered his ears.
After a while, he was poked hard on the shoulder. He opened his eyes and saw Hua Deng sitting in front of him, looking at him with a faint gaze.
“You’re ignoring me,” she said. “I can’t sleep, can’t you talk to me for a while?”
"You slept so much last night, no wonder you can't sleep today." Shen Zhou said indifferently, "If you can't sleep, you can cultivate."
Hua Deng: "I don't want to cultivate."
Shen Zhou: "Then let's go to sleep."
Hua Deng: "I can't sleep."
Shen Zhou: "Then..."
Hua Deng: "Do we really have to repeat this boring conversation?"
Chen Zhou paused for a moment, then said, "What do you want?"
Hua Deng's eyes darted around: "If you want to cultivate, you can teach me. Your teaching will definitely be better than the sect leader's."
"I have never taught anyone at the Foundation Establishment stage."
“I don’t need you to teach me anything else, just teach me how to fly on a sword, okay!” Hua Deng puffed out his cheeks. “I’ve been learning all day, and my master praised me for being very talented. In a few more days, I’ll be able to fly three hundred feet high.”
Chen Zhou: "Oh."
Hua Deng: "Are you going to teach me or not? Are you going to teach me or not?"
“Teach,” Shen Zhou said. “I’ll teach you tomorrow.”
Hua Deng's eyes widened, somewhat incredulous: "Really? You can't lie to me."
Shen Zhou gazed at her calmly.
"Go to sleep."
His voice guided Hua Deng toward the bed. Despite her best efforts to resist and her cursing him a thousand times in her heart, Hua Deng inevitably became sleepy and fell into a deep sleep in the blink of an eye.
Hearing her even breathing, Shen Zhou closed his eyes again and continued his meditation.
Hua Deng slept soundly.
When I woke up the next day, Shen Zhou was no longer in the room.
His bed was impeccably made, as if it had never been touched, with every corner perfectly straight.
Hua Deng sighed, yawned, and walked out of the room to find the sect leader to finish today's lessons.
As evening fell, she returned from get out of class and looked around outside the Begonia Garden. Sure enough, she spotted Chen Zhou's figure on the eaves.
His gaze swept over, and with a flick of his sleeve, he landed lightly on the ground, without even a flutter of his robes.
The crowd clapped their hands in celebration.
The applause was ignored as usual. He walked into the shower of fluttering crabapple blossoms and said, "Today I will teach you how to fly with a sword."
Hua Deng had only said it casually, but he hadn't expected the man to remember it. He smiled and said, "Both the sect leader and I have wood spiritual roots. What spiritual root do you have? Can you teach me?"
“Five spiritual roots, I can teach,” Shen Zhou said.
The Five Spiritual Roots, also known as Miscellaneous Spiritual Roots, are the lowest grade of aptitude in the cultivation world, with cultivation speeds dozens or even hundreds of times slower than those of Heavenly Spiritual Roots.
Hua Deng was completely stunned and asked in shock, "Then how did you manage to get it to this state today?"
Shen Zhou faced the wind, grasped a petal, and let it scatter in his palm. He said in a low voice, "The path I cultivate is no longer within the Five Elements, nor is it bound by the Heavenly Way."
The lights pounded violently, one beat after another.
Oh my god, he's so handsome!
So handsome!
Shen Zhou lowered his head and asked in surprise, "What kind of look is that?"
Like a dog seeing a bone.
Just then, Hua Deng asked expectantly, "When can I be like you?"
So that's what it was for.
He answered what he considered to be a very sincere reply: "The next life, or the life after that."
Hua Deng: "..."
He's not handsome at all now, haha.
Too lazy to argue, she twitched her lips and said, "Do you never use a sword?"
Like Noah, he always appears suddenly and disappears just as suddenly.
Shen Zhou said, "I used a sword when I was building my foundation, but I later found that magic was more convenient."
Hua Deng clicked his tongue and shook his head: "Then you must be missing out on a lot of fun."
Shen Zhou pondered for a moment: "What's so fun about flying on a sword?"
“You can enjoy the scenery,” Hua Deng said softly. “Someone like you who was born in the heavens probably doesn’t understand how difficult it is for us ordinary people to go out.”
Shen Zhou truly didn't understand how her carriage could make it so difficult to leave the house.
Seeing that he remained silent, Hua Deng became even more engrossed in her performance: "When I was little, my parents never let me go out. Later, when I insisted on going into business, they sent people to follow me every day, and I didn't even have a chance to go shopping. Moreover, while the sect leader said he would take me as his disciple, he also secretly told my parents to keep a close eye on me and not let me go out unless necessary. And—"
"Understood," Shen Zhou said. "Take out your sword and show me how to fly."
Hua Deng knew when to stop and obediently took out his sword.
Then Shen Zhou watched as she carefully stepped onto the flying sword, and then carefully flew off the ground, reaching a height of three zhang.
He fell silent.
"You only studied for one day and you've already become like this?" The disdain in her words was almost overflowing.
Hua Deng immediately rolled his eyes: "Yes, yes, who can compare to you? After all, you could fly on a sword right after you were born."
Shen Zhou chuckled softly and said slowly, "You're using the wrong technique. Let me teach you."
With a light touch of his toes, he leaped onto the fairy sword of the lantern, using his fingertips to manipulate a wisp of true energy to guide the flow of her spiritual power.
"Don't be so tense, just follow your heart." He said while circulating his inner energy, "Imagine the sword as a part of you."
He tried to do as the streetlights suggested.
Not long after, Shen Zhou withdrew his true energy, and Hua Deng manipulated the immortal sword in the same way he had done before, gradually overcoming his fear and flying higher and higher.
As the scenery beneath her feet increased, the girl's eyes grew brighter and brighter.
Shen Zhou stood behind her with his hands behind his back, protecting her with a barrier, and said, "Do you like this feeling?"
"That's amazing, Shen Zhou, you're incredibly handsome!"
Hua Deng had always been sweet-talking, and since starting her business, she was even more adept at praising people. Just as she was preparing to continue her flattery to offset the fact that she hadn't received a raise, a loud bang suddenly rang out overhead, and lightning struck.
A dark purple lightning bolt grazed past them, nearly setting her hair on fire.
Hua Deng asked blankly, "Am I being punished by heaven?"
In this world, will you be struck by lightning for not praising someone sincerely?
Shen Zhou looked up and said calmly, "Oh, come and chop me up."
“Never mind who’s being attacked! We’re on the same sword now, can we fly off first?” Hua Deng squatted down, holding his head, and said tremblingly.
However, Shen Zhou merely waved his hand dismissively, strengthening the barrier several times over, allowing the thunderbolts to crash down upon them.
He said, "What's so scary about it?"
As soon as he finished speaking, the Immortal Sword broke free from Hua Deng's control and flew at an unstoppable speed, soaring straight into the sky.
The wind howled fiercely, and the thunder roared incessantly.
For a fleeting moment, Hua Deng thought they were about to break through the sky and welcome a wonderful new world.
She hugged Chen Zhou's waist and cried out, "If you're going to your death, can you please not take me with you!"
Shen Zhou used some unknown technique to ruthlessly shake off her hand, his tone extremely unfriendly: "Touch me again and you'll really die."
Hua Deng was even more exasperated: "Then just let me down!"
"Troublesome." Shen Zhou used magic to immobilize her. "Didn't you learn how to fly on a sword?"
Hua Deng felt like vomiting blood: "Did you fly this high on your first day using your sword?"
After a moment's thought, Shen Zhou said, "There really isn't one."
After all, he was only five years old at the time.
It took a full incense stick's time for the sword to slow down before it finally began to wobble and fall to the ground.
Even thunder couldn't break it; it was as calm as if it were playing dead.
Hua Deng felt dizzy and her legs were trembling. She suppressed the urge to vomit and pointed at Chen Zhou, saying, "Pay me for my emotional distress. Deduct it from your salary!"
Shen Zhou remained calm and composed, his immortal sword slowly rising beneath his feet, seemingly about to take off again.
Hua Deng quickly jumped up: "No more deductions! No more deductions! Can't we just talk properly?!"
Shen Zhou glanced at her, finally sheathed his sword, and landed with her.
Hua Deng looked around, everything was unfamiliar: "Isn't this the Yaoqing Sect? Where are we?"
Shen Zhou gestured for her to be quiet, indicating that she should look into the distance.
So Hua Deng turned her head and looked over. She saw a sunset as brilliant as woven gold, and behind thin clouds and light mist, a huge red sun hung on the vast and boundless sea, slowly setting in the west.
The waves rolled and surged, a vast expanse of golden-red hues spreading out amidst the roaring sound, shimmering with light that seemed to shatter into countless fragments.
Seagulls circled overhead, flying against the sea breeze to farther places. Hua Deng followed the seagulls for two steps before realizing that she was on a precipice, not very high, with waves splashing below.
The next second, someone else appeared beside her. Shen Zhou stood shoulder to shoulder with her, his profile sharp and indifferent.
Those deep black eyes, illuminated by the setting sun, remained calm and undisturbed, as if deep in thought, or as if their minds were emptied.
After a while, Hua Deng turned his attention away and focused on appreciating the beautiful scenery before him.
What I just said to Shen Zhou wasn't entirely false.
In her past life, she was frail and sickly, and although she was wealthy, she rarely went out, only able to satisfy her cravings by scrolling through her phone. In this life, she is healthy, but unfortunately, with all the "female lead buffs" stacked up, she is either abducted or kidnapped whenever she goes out, and she doesn't have the chance to travel far until she is eighteen.
So, to be honest, this is the first time I've ever had an experience like this.
But the sunset was fleeting; in less than a quarter of an hour, the magnificent sun slowly sank into the sea, leaving the girl with lingering admiration.
As darkness fell, the streetlights remained still, and the night remained still. Only when the cool sea breeze tousled her long hair did she look ahead and speak: "Have you been here before?"
Actually, she wanted to ask why she brought me here, but judging from Shen Zhou's temperament, she would probably just reply, "I came here on a whim."
“I used to come here often when I was a teenager.” Shen Zhou raised his hand and summoned his immortal sword. “You can come anytime you like, and no one will bother you.”
Hua Deng said, "You brought me here?"
Obviously, this question was impractical. Shen Zhou stepped onto his flying sword and said, "The East Sea is 1,300 miles away from Yaoqing Sect. You can get there in two hours by flying on your sword."
Hua Deng jumped behind Jian, grabbed his sleeve, and exclaimed, "Is this the East Sea? Have we flown this far?"
"Far? If you reach the Golden Core stage soon, you can make a round trip in less than an hour." Shen Zhou pulled his sleeve away from her hand. "Once you reach the Integration Stage and transcend the Tribulation Stage, you can arrive in the blink of an eye."
"Okay, I know, I'll cultivate diligently." Hua Deng tried to tug at his sleeve again, "I bought these clothes for you, what's wrong with letting me hold your sleeve for a bit?"
Sizzle—
Shen Zhou tore off the sleeve and handed it to her calmly: "Hold it, you bought it."
"...￥%#".
Hua Deng muttered a curse under his breath.
Considering she was still standing on someone else's sword, she angrily took the tattered cloth and said with a stern face, "Fly away, don't worry about me, let me fall and die."
"good."
After Shen Zhou finished speaking about the Legend of Sword and Fairy, he accelerated and made a sharp turn. Hua Deng sat down with a thud, closed her eyes, and endured it again and again.
His father's.
Just then, another question came to her mind: "You—"
You're not at the Integration Stage yet; you can travel between places in an instant. Why do you still need to fly on a sword?
Shen Zhou didn't turn around, his nonchalant voice coming: "What?"
"..." Hua Deng swallowed his original question, and the words that were about to come out became: "When was the first time you flew on a sword?"
“Five years old,” Shen Zhou said. “My master took me back to the Ten Thousand Swords Sect and gave me a sword.”
The moment he grasped the sword, his chaotic thoughts cleared for the first time, like emerging from the darkest depths of the sea to greet the first ray of light.
At that moment, he knew that he was born to wield a sword.
"The first time I flew on my sword, I flew a hundred feet high, which startled my master."
The streetlights couldn't see his expression, but they could tell that his tone was casual, as if he were just talking about an old friend.
I never expected that hearing about the Ten Thousand Swords Sect from him would be such an unexpected turn of events.
Hua Deng was speechless for a moment.
Shen Zhou seemed to have guessed her thoughts, turned around, and said calmly, "I did kill the people from the Ten Thousand Swords Sect."
Hua Deng was startled, and stammered, "You know me..."
"The entire area within a fifty-mile radius is under my divine sense control. Do you think that puppet bird can escape my eyes?"
“…Oh.” Hua Deng lowered his head, paused for a moment, and then looked up again: “But no matter how you look at it, this matter has nothing to do with me, so I’ll just pretend I didn’t hear about it.”
Shen Zhou gave her a strange look: "I thought you righteous people cared a lot about right and wrong, justice and fairness."
Hua Deng smiled and said easily, "That's a pity. I'm not that kind of person. I just want to live a good life. I can live better with you around, so compared to others, you are the 'good person' to me."
Shen Zhou raised an eyebrow, neither confirming nor denying.
Hua Deng gazed intently at the beautiful scenery before her, boldly draping her legs over the sword, swaying them back and forth, the tassels hanging from her hair fluttering in the breeze.
Before the flying sword arrived at Yaoqing Sect, a familiar mechanical voice rang in my mind.
"A new mission has been issued. Please check it, host."
Task: [Cultivate alongside your fellow disciple, sleep together late at night] Incomplete
Time limit: Seven days
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