Chapter 83 The Sword That Rifts the Heavens: Half of his magic power, half of his life. ...
The carriage was completely silent.
Hua Deng sat by the window, resting her chin on her hand, seemingly looking at something.
Yun Mingyu stayed in the outer room, not with them. Su Yiqing held the storybook, turning the pages while glancing over every now and then, looking slightly worried.
Three days have passed since they set off for the Demon Realm. Hua Deng appears to be acting as if nothing has happened, but he is noticeably less talkative than usual.
That night too, she inexplicably ran out, and when she came back, she picked up the rabbit lantern, looked at it for a long time, and said something completely unrelated:
"Yi Qing, I think I regret it."
She asked Hua Deng what was wrong, but Hua Deng just shook her head and didn't say anything.
Su Yi scratched her head, feeling she should say something to distract Hua Deng, so she put down her storybook and said, "Dengdeng, when we get to the Demon Realm, I'll take you to Yunjiang City to eat Zhu Luo fruit. Isn't that your favorite?"
Hua Deng turned her head and responded with a smile.
Was the Vermilion Fruit that Shen Zhou brought back for her picked here? He also brought back various herbs from the Demon Realm several times to aid her cultivation, and he seemed to have mentioned Yunjiang City as well…
Hua Deng paused, lost in thought.
She thought of him again.
Over the years, she has considered herself a magnanimous person, and she has always believed that there is nothing in this world that cannot be let go.
Is that really the case? Now she's not sure either.
Fearing that her pale complexion would worry Su Yiqing, she chatted casually for a few minutes to distract herself.
"Are you really going to marry that old demon king?" Su Yi asked, taking a bite of a peach.
Just last month, Hua Deng received a new mission: [to marry the Demon King Yun Xing], with a two-month time limit.
She thought about it and decided that if conditions allowed, she might as well do it. She knew she couldn't complete the other dual cultivation task, but this one wasn't difficult.
Before leaving, Shen Zhou stored a lot of sword intent in her bracelet, at least thirty or forty, which was more than enough to kill Yun Xing.
The problem is that once she finishes killing them, Su Yiqing won't be able to complete her mission.
Upon hearing her mention this, Su Yi wiped her mouth and waved her hands repeatedly, "No, no, no, you misunderstood. I came for another mission. I don't want to see that old man Yun Xing at all!"
She had two tasks: first, to be confined by Yun Xing for three days; second, to be hung up and whipped by Yun Xing.
LOL, whoever wants to do it can do it, she's not going to do it.
Hua Deng expressed her understanding, but then said, "Won't this shorten your lifespan considerably? Are you sure it's okay?"
"Hmm?" Su Yi asked, puzzled. "What do you mean by shortening one's lifespan?"
Hua Deng was taken aback: "Won't failing the mission shorten your lifespan?"
Su Yiqing was shocked: "Just deduct points!"
The two looked at each other in disbelief and exclaimed in unison, "No way!"
Hua Deng Emergency Communication System: "What's going on?"
The system explained, "Host, your conditions for transmigrating are different from Su Yiqing's. She and Pei Jianming both voluntarily transmigrated while still alive, but your soul in your previous life was dead, and you need the system's energy to prolong your life, so..."
The streetlights remained silent.
She said weakly, "Didn't you promise to compensate me?"
The system said awkwardly, "I'm sorry, host, this is not something I can decide, but don't worry, the next world will definitely be a sweet story that will satisfy you."
Hua Deng: "Hehe."
Your bookstore is a complete scam!
Too lazy to complain, she closed her eyes to rest. A short while later, the carriage arrived in Yunjiang City and was about to land.
Suddenly, a loud bang was heard, and the carriage shook violently.
Hua Deng opened her eyes, thinking to herself, "This is a familiar story."
She called out to the outside, "Whoever caused the accident, tell them they don't need to pay compensation. If they are injured, give them some more medicine."
There was no response.
Hua Deng frowned, sensing something was wrong. The next second, the carriage door was violently ripped open, and a tall, dark figure stepped inside.
He was a man with a gloomy face. His gaze swept over her and Su Yiqing. Although he did not speak, the ferocity in his eyes was almost overflowing, making it hard to breathe.
He's very strong; at least the system couldn't detect his cultivation level, proving that he's beyond the Tribulation Transcending stage.
Hua Deng's heart sank as he guessed the man's identity.
Just then, Yun Mingyu spoke up, calling him, "Father."
—The Demon King Yunxing.
Yun Xing gave a faint "hmm," making no attempt to conceal his oppressive aura. He took a step closer, his pressure growing even stronger. Cold sweat trickled down Hua Deng's forehead, and Su Yiqing was completely immobilized.
Yun Xing's gaze was fixed on Hua Deng, a half-smile on his face: "Ming Yu, you disobeyed my orders and refused to return to the palace, all because of this woman? You insisted that I come to you before you would let me see her."
Yun Mingyu paused for a moment, then placed his right hand on the hilt of his sword and replied, "Father, you have misunderstood. She is my friend."
Su Yiqing, standing in the corner, raised her hand with difficulty: "Yes, she isn't, I am."
"you?"
Yun Xing glanced at her and chuckled dismissively.
"Do you think I would believe that? My son's judgment is not that bad."
Su Yiqing: "?"
Old Deng, who do you think you're looking down on?!
"Fine, I don't care who you are, a young master of the demon race must never have a human wife."
After saying that, Yun Xing waved his hand and grabbed the two of them, landing them on the ground. It seemed that he wanted them to die here.
Before he could even regain his footing, Yun Mingyu thrust his sword at him, aiming straight for his back.
Yun Xing didn't even blink, as if he had expected it, and with a flick of his sleeve, he blocked the attack.
The two locked eyes, and Yun Xing smiled coldly: "As expected of the son I raised, he actually dared to kill his father for a woman."
Yun Mingyu said, "Father and son killing each other is the fate of the Yun family. Please enlighten me, Father."
The two immediately engaged in a fierce battle, and the aftershocks of their magic scattered the surrounding trees, forcing Hua Deng to use his magical artifacts to defend himself.
She couldn't help but ask, "Isn't it alright to fight like this? Yun Xing is in the Tribulation Transcending stage."
Su Yiqing calmly said, "Oh, it's alright. Think about it, he's only at the Tribulation Transcending stage. If he wanted to kill someone, he would have done it long ago. He definitely wouldn't be willing to kill his own son. Besides, this is the original plot. It'll be fine once they've finished fighting."
He added, "Since I'm already here, I might as well do this task while I'm at it. Sigh, it hurts to spend the money."
Hua Deng said, "Then I'll just finish my task too."
Soon, Yun Mingyu fell to the ground, covered in blood. He tried to get up, supporting himself with his sword, but Su Yi gently pulled him back, whispering, "Dengdeng can handle him. Don't be impulsive. Leave it like this for now, understand?"
Yun Mingyu paused, then obediently lowered her head and stopped struggling.
Yun Xing landed in front of them at this moment, and with a wave of his hand, two men in black appeared behind him. He said, "Take them back and lock them up."
Thus, Hua Deng and the other two were bound hand and foot and taken back to the Demon King's Palace.
Hua Deng went to a place quite different from theirs. When she opened her eyes, she found that the palace she was in was quite luxurious, and it was not at all the "little dark room" that Su Yiqing had described.
Yun Xing stood not far away, hands behind his back, looking down at her.
He was also very curious about the girl in front of him.
As his cultivation improved, he became increasingly indifferent to women. However, upon seeing her today, he had an unusual feeling, as if it were preordained.
“You will be my furnace cauldron.” He suddenly spoke. “With a wood-attribute heavenly spiritual root, you can become a good furnace cauldron with a little modification. I believe you will not refuse.”
Hua Deng said, "What if I refuse?"
Yun Xing laughed out loud, unconcerned: "There are only three experts in the world who have reached the Tribulation Transcending stage. Qiu Ce is a sword fanatic who doesn't get close to women, and Feng Chi is licentious and enjoys torturing women. If you reject me, do you think you have a better choice?"
He walked up to Hua Deng, squatted down, and raised his hand to pinch her chin.
"Besides, how can you refuse me? With your Nascent Soul stage cultivation?"
But before his hand could even touch her skin, it suddenly jolted, pushing him away.
He paused, then approached again in disbelief, only to find the result was the same.
He couldn't reach the streetlights.
Feeling the burning heat emanating from the ring, Hua Deng remained unfazed and smiled, "See, isn't that a refusal?"
Yun Xing flew into a rage, stood up, drew his sword, and slashed at her with all his might.
As the sword energy rose and fell, the tables and chairs inside the hall were destroyed in an instant, and amidst the flying dust, the lanterns remained unharmed.
Yunxing: "..."
Dozens more sword strikes fell, and the palace was completely reduced to ashes. Yet the lanterns remained, and not a single hair was lost.
Yun Xing: "What kind of magic weapon did you use? How could it block my sword energy?!"
Hua Deng innocently spread his hands.
Yunxing was so exhausted that he couldn't speak. He was panting heavily and plopped down on the side, covered in sweat.
Unfazed, Hua Deng curiously asked him, "You're already this strong, what do you need a cauldron for?"
Yun Xing wiped his sweat and glanced at her coldly. Just when Hua Deng thought he wouldn't answer, he spoke up irritably: "You know a guy in the cultivation world named Chen Zhou, right?"
Hua Deng: "..."
Hua Deng: "I've heard a little about it."
Yun Xing didn't think much of it and continued, "A few years ago, he and a man named Xue Zifei passed by the vicinity of the Demon Realm."
"I was just trying to kill a civilian, but Xue Zifei, relying on his status as an elder of the Ten Thousand Swords Sect, insisted on standing up for him. This Demon Realm is my territory. So what if I kill all those lowly fellows? Who are they to discipline?"
At this point, he sneered slightly: "So of course I wanted to kill Xue Zifei immediately, but who knew he would bring a disciple with him, that person was Shen Zhou."
"You should have heard of this man's name. He was a good disciple taught by Xue Zifei, but in the end, he slaughtered his entire family. I wonder what he thinks about that."
Hua Deng remained silent for a moment, then said, "But Shen Zhou was only at the Nascent Soul stage back then, wasn't he?"
Yun Xing said coldly, "He is only at the Nascent Soul stage, but he also has a sword in his hand, a sword I have never seen before, a sword that can make all the magical artifacts in the world submit!"
When he faced that boy, the sword in his hand was actually trembling, which was simply unbelievable.
"If it weren't for that sword, how could I have been injured by him?" Even now, he still feels resentful when he thinks about it.
He didn't lose that battle, but he was actually injured by a Nascent Soul cultivator, and he even allowed the cultivator to brazenly rescue two people. It was a great disgrace!
Hua Deng nodded thoughtfully.
The sword he mentioned must be Lie Tian.
Yun Xing and Qiu Ce were completely different. Qiu Ce was ashamed to talk about his past defeats, but Yun Xing not only talked about them, but also vowed: "So I must become stronger, strong enough to defeat the sword in his hand!"
The lights shone brightly, and people couldn't help but applaud.
Honestly, it sounds kind of inspiring. No wonder Shen Zhou is the villain in Su Yiqing's novel.
"And—" Yun Xing suddenly remembered something, his jaw clenched tightly, looking as if he wanted to devour Chen Zhou alive.
Just as Hua Deng thought he was about to recount the deep-seated hatred between the two, he heard him say viciously, "And this bastard has stolen my fruit several times!"
"……ah?"
He vividly described the evils of the dark day to Hua Deng.
A few months ago, Shen Zhou passed by the Demon King's Palace and casually picked the best few Zhu Luo fruits that the Demon King had cultivated. By the time he found out, it was too late. Only the faint sword aura on the branches proved that Shen Zhou had been there.
He tolerated it only once, but later, his fruit ripened in four batches, and all four batches disappeared!
The Zhu Luo fruit only bears fruit once every ten years, with only five or six fruits per plant. Of the thirty plants he cultivated, most of them were plundered by Shen Zhou, and the few remaining plants were spared destruction only because of their poor appearance.
As Yun Xing spoke, he became increasingly short of breath and his chest tightened. His eyes turned bloodshot, and his face contorted as he said, "I will make Shen Zhou pay with his life for the grudge of stealing the fruit!"
The lanterns remained motionless, and she was completely numb from listening. The thought that all the fruit had ended up in her stomach made her feel even more uncomfortable.
Yun Xing patted his clothes and stood up, his face grim as he said to Hua Deng, "I will marry you in three days. After that, you will stay in the palace. I want to see how long your protective magic can last."
Hua Deng replied absentmindedly, "Oh."
Yun Xing choked for a moment, then angrily turned and left, ordering someone to lock her up in another place, since the palace had been completely destroyed.
Hua Deng slept in the new palace, and the next day people came one after another to help her try on clothes and makeup. She was so busy that she didn't have time to rest.
Yun Xing visited her three times during this period. The first time, he placed thirteen spirit-binding spells on her; the second time, he set up nine heart-devouring spells; and the last time, he bound her with three soul-locking bells.
None of these things involved direct contact, and the lanterns couldn't stop them. Fortunately, they couldn't hurt her either, and the problem would naturally be resolved once Yunxing died.
Three days later, she was woken up early and sat down to do her hair and makeup before dawn, changing into a bright red wedding dress.
She glanced at the wedding dress a few more times while changing. For some reason, she seemed to have never seen it before; it wasn't the style she had tried on before.
She had previously embroidered either peonies or phoenixes, both designs that were rather tacky and disliked. The embroidery before her, depicting mountains and rivers, was elegant and luxurious, exactly what she wanted.
However, she didn't intend to actually get married. She planned to kill Yunxing after completing the mission, so she didn't pay much attention to it. After changing into her new clothes and making some preparations, she covered her head with a veil and was led out of the house.
Outside the door stood a tall, slender figure, dressed in the same wedding gown as her, the magnificent landscape gleaming in the morning light.
Hua Deng was about to walk around him when he suddenly realized he couldn't move.
Her heart tightened, and she immediately tried to activate her sword intent, but the bracelet and ring were like inanimate objects, and she couldn't move them no matter what she did.
Hua Deng was shocked. Before she could figure out what was going on, a hand appeared under the swaying veil.
He was tall and strong, with well-defined joints. She instinctively wanted to take a second look, but he naturally moved away and reached his hand to her side.
A chill ran down her spine as he grabbed Hua Deng's hand with tremendous force, as if trying to meld her into his very bones.
The palm of his hand was burning hot; his hands were rough, and the thick calluses were clearly visible. Hua Deng's arm went numb, and he was somewhat dazed.
Was it just her imagination? Why did she think of...?
Her palm was squeezed. A firm yet gentle force came from her right hand, pulling her forward without any room for doubt.
For a moment, all thoughts vanished, and Hua Deng was forced to follow him in small steps.
He held her hand and walked with her for a while, his pace neither hurried nor slow, as if deliberately taking care of her while she wore a veil, making the journey that should have taken a cup of tea seem like an incense stick's time. When they encountered a corner or an obstacle, he would considerately stop and watch her until she reached the end before continuing on.
Through the narrow view under the veil, the bluestone path leads to its end, transforming into dazzling white jade steps. Vibrant camellias bloom on both sides of the steps, blooming suddenly and abundantly, glistening with dewdrops in the sunlight, something that hadn't been there before.
Her red brocade embroidered shoes swayed as she stepped up the stairs, the lanterns slowly ascending the steps. The person in front of her also slowed his pace, walking alongside her.
The palace was close at hand. He stopped and stood still, turning sideways on the last step, the gold-embroidered pattern on his chest facing the lantern. Although he couldn't see clearly, the lantern knew he was gazing at him.
Strangely enough, she herself couldn't understand why, being led and watched like this, she didn't resist it at all, and even gradually got used to it. The original fear vanished without a trace, leaving only a newfound sense of bewilderment and confusion.
She had always loathed Yunxing; just seeing him made her feel nauseous.
But at this moment, holding this hand, she was reminded of the feeling of standing on a mountaintop, trying to catch a wisp of spring breeze with her palm.
The east wind was heartless, but the falling flowers were full of affection. A butterfly followed a petal and landed on her palm, giving it a gentle kiss. Just as the owner of the palm remained unmoved, she used her spiritual power to soothe her body.
The heavy shackles trembled and collapsed. The thirteen spirit-binding spells, the nine heart-devouring spells, and the three soul-locking bells were silently broken and dissolved. The speed was so fast and the method so gentle that even Hua Deng himself did not notice it in time.
By the time she realized it, the traces left by the clouds in her spiritual veins had been completely washed away, and her body had returned to its original state, pure and light.
Hua Deng abruptly pulled off the veil: "You—"
But all that could be seen was a gentle breeze that stirred up a few pale pink camellia petals.
"..."
She stood on the steps and heard Yunxing calling from behind: "How did you get here?... Never mind, get over here now!"
She turned around and saw Yunxing wearing a wedding dress embroidered with golden dragons, matching the dresses she had tried on before.
She took a step back in a daze, gazing at him from afar, when the system's voice echoed in her mind: "Congratulations, host, the mission [Marrying the Demon King Yunxing] is complete."
They can be killed now.
She pressed her right hand on the bracelet, held her breath, and aimed at Yunxing.
Yun Xing, completely unaware of the situation, roared, "You still dare to run? With my spell, I can catch you even if you run to the ends of the earth!"
He seemed oblivious to the bright lights, silently reciting the sword incantation.
The sword technique had been changed by Shen Zhou; it wasn't the original one. But then she suddenly remembered that Shen Zhou had once said that as long as she called his name, he would hear her.
Is it the same now?
This idea is like a new sprout after a spring rain; once it sprouts, it cannot be stopped.
Her hands trembled slightly uncontrollably. That name had lingered in her heart for so long; for so many days, she had wanted to call it out—
"The sun sets in the daytime."
She read it aloud.
Yunxing was taken aback, and she herself was also taken aback.
Yunxing heard a familiar name, while she felt the change in her fingers.
The ring! The crimson ring suddenly burst forth with a bright light, and a violent surge of spiritual energy swept across the entire area, causing wind and clouds to rise and the palace to appear as if it were about to be torn apart!
As darkness fell and the sun disappeared behind the clouds, a sudden clap of thunder boomed. Just as the sound of the lanterns fell to the ground, the ring transformed into a bolt of black lightning, instantly piercing through Yunxing's chest!
She gripped the sword hilt in one hand, her face filled with shock as she watched Yun Xing across from her, blood gushing out.
This is... Lie Tian!
Yun Xing's body went limp, his eyes still wide with shock, and he exclaimed in disbelief, "How could you have... his natal immortal sword?!"
Yes, Hua Deng thought tearfully, how could she have his natal immortal sword?
It seems that on the night he told her he wouldn't stay, she was half asleep when she felt a gaze constantly fixed on her.
It turns out that it wasn't an illusion after all.
He had indeed thought about it for a long time, but he couldn't come up with a solution that satisfied both sides. The only thing he could do was to tear himself in two, one half to pursue his perilous path, while the other half would stay by her side and protect her for a long, long time.
Hua Deng slowly lowered her head, gazed at Lie Tian, reached out to stroke it, and Lie Tian responded with a gentle clang.
This is the sky he tore apart.
It was the strongest sword in the world that he forged himself.
He possesses half magic power and half life.
Now, they are all in her hands.
Suddenly, she recalled the day Jinze saw her ring. After a long silence, she sighed and said, "Perhaps he already said he loved you."
Perhaps he already said he loved you.
I gave you this sword long ago.
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