Unaware of Spring (Part Two)
Chapter Thirty-Five
Xie Yuan was not comforted at all.
According to Song Ling, this trip will be their last stop – Fengxian City.
The Wujian Pavilion plans to use four spirit orbs to finally activate the Longevity Blood Array, and all four spirit orbs have been found and placed in four locations in the city in advance.
All they needed to do was destroy the four beads and stop the blood array ritual.
But in her memory, the original work did not mention any spirit pearl. Besides the Hunyuan Pearl, could there be other spirit pearls?
Or perhaps she can only remember the parts of the story related to him, and has forgotten the rest.
Moreover, upon hearing the name Feng Xian, she instinctively felt a deep-seated disgust.
This unease came so inexplicably.
She rarely experiences such a strong and sudden resistance to a place.
Xie Yuan cried until she was exhausted, then rested in his arms. In the end, she couldn't help but tell him about her strange feelings about that place.
“Ah Ling, I don’t like Fengxian City.”
Although the name was unfamiliar to her current memory, it was the first time she had heard it.
However, Song Ling repeatedly assured her that there would be absolutely no unexpected situations on this trip, so she reluctantly agreed to go.
I'm sorry, Master, all you need to do is get there with me, and everything will be over soon.
——
For the next month, their journey was indeed as Song Ling had predicted, smooth sailing without any accidents. Even destroying the three beads went incredibly smoothly.
However, things went too smoothly, and the unease she felt did not lessen at all.
After they entered Fengxian City, only three insignificant things happened.
The first thing was that the abandoned Guanyin statue was eerily shedding tears of blood.
Secondly, they attended a celebratory funeral banquet.
The third item is the Night Raven, the site of the guardian deity's sacrificial ceremony at Fengxian.
She didn't even have to lift a finger; Song Ling, as if she had done it countless times before, easily obtained the bead and crushed it into powder in her hand without any hesitation.
When asked why he knew the location of that bead so clearly, he did not know it.
He said, “Master, I am naturally meticulous in my planning. I have an undercover agent in the Wujian Pavilion who informed me of the exact location of the Spirit Pearl before I came here.”
Xie Yuan still felt something was wrong, and every time she tried to ask again, he would brush her off.
As they set off for the starting point of the last bead, she drank the hot soy milk that Song Ling had bought for her, as usual. However, she soon realized something was wrong. The next second, as her consciousness went dark, a huge panic enveloped her, not because she had fainted, but because she saw the five words he mouthed to her.
Goodbye, Master.
——
Xie Yuan was plunged into a deep, endless nightmare.
She didn't know how long she had slept. When she vaguely woke up again, she found that the surrounding environment was both familiar and strange. This was not the inn. When she saw the young Song Ling from her childhood, her tears instantly burst down. She stumbled over and tried to touch him with trembling hands, but found that her hand passed right through his body.
He couldn't see her.
This is?
She realized that what she was experiencing now was Song Ling's memory.
The forcibly sealed memories returned in full. The only things she could remember before, such as the plot involving Song Ling, gradually became clearer in her mind. All the questions she had were answered in this dream.
Back then, with her complete disappearance, Song Ling also went completely insane.
He hated her, resented her for deceiving him, abandoning him, and breaking her promises.
They used to live together in a small bamboo house on Luoqi Mountain. There was a peach tree in the yard, and every morning she would practice her sword there, while Xiao Songling would sit on the threshold and watch her without moving.
Now, a new grave stands beneath the peach tree.
At the tender age of nine, he wrote her epitaph in his own blood.
"Master above, your unfilial disciple Song Ling"
Even so, does he still refuse to admit she's dead?
Xie Yuan watched him resolutely leave Luoqi Mountain after erecting the monument. She was anxious to follow him out, but found that she couldn't leave the small courtyard at all. The scene changed, and Xiao Songling, covered in blood, returned. Judging from his height, two years had passed, but she still didn't know what he had done.
All I know is that he looks like he's suffered a very, very serious injury.
Then she saw a tomb that she could hardly believe.
Xiao Songling knelt in front of her tombstone, and before she could react, she slashed her own neck without hesitation.
This scene overlaps with the scene of her suicide years ago.
"don't want!"
Xie Yuan broke down uncontrollably. She rushed over, but could only helplessly pass through his body and kneel beside him. His beautiful eyes were lifeless, yet they stared at her tombstone with unwavering resentment.
Before I could even grieve for long, the scene changed again.
This time, she came to the cave where they first met.
This is?
Is it a loop?
This young Song Ling was not as gloomy as when she first met him; instead, her eyes held a hint of excitement and anticipation.
She heard him mutter to himself.
"Sure enough, I've been reborn again. This means my master will come back too. I can finally see her."
However, one day, two days, three days, four days...
Xie Yuan's expression grew increasingly solemn.
Because she realized that her presence was not part of his cycle.
After all, she wasn't from this world, and she truly died a gruesome death back then.
She witnessed firsthand how he, in this life, gradually became obsessed with her.
However, before she could see any more, she forced herself to open her eyes, as if she had a premonition.
Upon seeing the scene before her, tears streamed down her face.
"puff"
She was so angry that she vomited a mouthful of blood.
She and Song Ling were currently in the middle of an unknown blood array, and the tip of her Undying Frost sword had already pierced Song Ling's heart, with no chance of turning back.
There were many people outside the formation. She felt her eardrums getting congested because they seemed to be saying things like "The great demon deserves to die" and "It's good that he died," but she couldn't hear anything anymore.
The Song Ling before her was covered in wounds and looked utterly disheveled. His black hair had turned silver and was now hanging loosely. But she knew that this was her Song Ling, because his eyes were still gentle and smiling as he looked at her.
Even though her sword had pierced his heart, his gaze towards her remained unchanged.
“Master, you’ve woken up. It seems 611 couldn’t keep you here. I thought you would be very curious about my past, so I thought I should have kept you here a little longer.”
With each word he spoke, blood gushed uncontrollably from the corner of his mouth. He seemed unable to hold on any longer and knelt on one knee.
Xie Yuan staggered over and caught his swaying body. Her mind was clearly on the verge of collapse. Her clear tears had turned into bloody tears, and her eyes flickered as if she were going mad.
"Why, why, why did you do this!" Xie Yuan shouted these words almost hoarsely.
Song Ling's eyes showed apology but no remorse. He mustered his last strength to try to touch her face, but ultimately he didn't have the strength. As his hand fell limply, she placed his hand on her face with tears in her eyes.
Song Ling showed no sign of pain; his body began to become transparent, but his tone was more relaxed than ever before.
He has gotten the answer he wanted.
"Because I love you, so much."
"Master, please consider this punishment for abandoning me before."
"Song Ling, you're so cruel." Xie Yuan was crying uncontrollably, her face barely visible. "You made me come back to witness your inevitable death once more, and in this way at that?"
No matter how it ends, she can't forget him.
He had unknowingly taken a very important place in her heart, from apprentice to lover.
And today.
Xie Yuan lost two at once.
“Master, I waited for you for so long back then, now it’s your turn to wait for me.”
After saying this, his body turned into countless stardust-like specks of light, lingering around her one last time before completely vanishing into the sky.
The cheering crowd outside the arena was oblivious to the gravity of the situation.
"This day has finally come." Zhu Qi sighed, standing side by side with Li Shui in the void, looking at Xie Yuan kneeling in the blood array.
"Junior Sister is about to fall into demonic possession. She has lost her beloved disciple and the person she loves. I'm afraid Fengxian City will not be able to keep her." Li Shui's black clothes fluttered without wind, and his face showed regret.
I thought they deserved a perfect ending, but they still ended up like this.
Zhu Qi's eyes were filled with unyielding sorrow. Watching his disciple live a second life, a girl who should have been full of vigor and spirit, but who had fallen into demonic possession for love, how could he not feel heartache and sadness: "I have already announced the actions of the Wujian Pavilion to the world through the Water Mirror. Let everything return to dust."
That day, Fengxian City was a scene of carnage and bloodshed, resembling an infernal hell.
The Cold Iris Sword Immortal has reappeared after ten years, this time to slaughter the city.
After that great battle, the Wujian Pavilion used the people of Fengxian City as bait, sacrificing their skulls, a girl's heart, a boy's lungs, and a mother's kidneys to kill the disciple of the Cold Iris Sword Immortal, a fact known to the whole world.
What shocked the world even more was that the Pavilion Master of Wujian Pavilion was actually the young master of Tianlin Sect, which ranked first among the five major sects of cultivation. He was clearly a person of integrity and self-proclaimed righteousness, and even the most outstanding among his peers in this generation of the Heavenly Ranking.
Behind the scenes, driven by his own selfish desires, he didn't hesitate to kill countless innocent people just to seize a secret manual from the disciple of the Cold Iris Sword Immortal.
This is absolutely outrageous!
Of course, in the end, the Cold Frost Sword Immortal, who had lost his beloved disciple and gone mad, was killed by a sword piercing his heart with his Undying Frost Sword.
"Smack!"
The storyteller slammed his gavel heavily on the table.
The guests listening below urged him on.
"Stop keeping me in suspense, what happened to the Cold Iris Sword Immortal in the end?"
"Yes, yes, it's said that three hundred years ago, after she became possessed by a demon for her disciple, she said something before killing Ji Junlin..."
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"Ladies and gentlemen, don't be impatient," the storyteller said with a mysterious smile. After whetting everyone's appetite, he slowly spoke, then slammed the gavel down again and uttered a sentence that made everyone's blood boil.
"I would rather betray the world than betray him."
In a corner of the inn, a woman in red wearing a veil paused slightly in the hand holding a teacup, then drank the tea in one gulp, put down a few copper coins, and walked out without looking back.
It turns out that three hundred years have passed in the blink of an eye.
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