YM778.TV Chapter 73
Translated by Vaishu
Edited by Vaishu
The night was dark.
A leaping, pale yellow candle flame fell on the girl’s beautiful face, illuminating her slightly frowning brows and the worried expression in her eyes.
He Yan Yun was very worried.
She could not meditate, or cultivate.
Ruan Xiaoling, who was meditating on the bed, opened her eyes and got up to close the window.
Sitting beside her, he asked softly, “What’s wrong?”
You were in a state of unease the entire night… “
He Yan Yun came back to her senses and let out a smile, “It’s fine, maybe I was too tired during the day.”
Ruan Xiaoling knew that she must have something on her mind.
But she didn’t want to say it, so she didn’t ask any more questions.
“Today the moon is round. Let’s go for a walk.”
The two girls walked into the yard and leaped lightly to the roof.
The entire town was empty. The Vast Ocean World’s disciples had repaired a few dilapidated houses and temporarily stayed for the night to recuperate and recover from their injuries.
Tomorrow morning, leave this place and go to the next village to see if there are any remaining demonic cultivators still in the West Continent.
No one could have imagined that there would be more than forty Devil Cultivators in this unremarkable town during the fierce battle that took place in the middle of the day.
Fortunately, Senior Martial Brother Luo saw that the situation was quick and no one in the group was seriously injured.
Under the clear and cold moonlight were the black ruins of a tower not far away.
It was as if the battle was still before his eyes.
He Yan Yun thought about what happened during the day.
Her talent in cultivation could be considered outstanding among the disciples of Cang Ya. Otherwise, she wouldn’t have been accepted into the sect by Zhengyang Zi.
Although she was far from being a genius, she had a unique talent.
Her powers of observation and five senses were beyond her senses, especially her hearing.
Only she heard the last words of the elementalist.
Previously, when Senior Brother Luo had injured himself saving others, only she had noticed that his recovery speed was unfathomable.
Her intuition told her that this was a big matter, so she didn’t talk about it with Ruan Xiaoling.
The matter regarding Xing Shan Temple shocked the cultivation world. However, due to the participation of the Sword Saint, the people in the marketplace did not dare to say too much.
What made He Yan Yun shocked was that after Senior Brother Luo had recovered from his injuries this time, his cultivation had advanced by leaps and bounds.
Her senior was clearly in the initial stage, but at times, she could feel the pressure of mastery, perhaps even greater than her master’s.
Once or twice, but it could also be said to be an illusion.
However, yesterday, this feeling could not be any clearer.
Ruan Xiaoling said, “Cigarette had written to me last time saying that I had tried the glutinous rice chicken’s new method. In the end, when the fire was lit, I did not use the correct spell and blew up the kitchen.”
He Yan Yun laughed out loud, “Why didn’t you tell me about this earlier?”
“She was afraid you’d laugh, so she just wrote me a letter.”
He Yan Yun immediately took out a piece of jade and started writing.
Ruan Xiaoling knew that the two of them could be killed even from a distance of a hundred thousand miles away. Fortunately, He Yan Yun was happy.
“She blew up the kitchen, and then what?”
“After that, I was mercilessly scolded by her mother.”
“That’s it?”
“I don’t believe it. There must be more!”
“After that, I really can’t say any more …”
He Yan Yun jumped up to poke her in the stomach, “Say it, just say it.”
Ruan Xiaoling stretched out her hand to block the attack but was unable to evade it. “Don’t, don’t. Her junior brother Chen Yi passed by and dragged her out from the ruins of the kitchen …”
“Hahahaha, the number one beauty was rescued from the stove by her first love with a dirty face. I can laugh for a year!”
“You forced me to confess!”
“What are you afraid of? If she knew, she would have told you!”
Ruan Xiaoling thought for a moment, “That’s true.”
Afterward, Qu Qianyun even asked her why He Yan Yun hadn’t replied.
After He Yan Yun finished writing the jade slip, she was in a good mood and was in high spirits.
He looked into the distance and saw a figure standing on the rooftop.
“Senior Brother Luo …”
Her voice was weak, barely audible in the autumn wind, but Luo Mingchuan heard it.
He then turned around and smiled. “Lao Dun still needs to hurry on his journey tomorrow. Junior Sister, rest early.”
“Senior Brother, recently …”
“Are you alright?”
This question was a little baffling. He Yan Yun herself did not know what she was asking and felt a little annoyed.
“I’m fine.”
His gaze was steady, his voice gentle, but it carried the power of certainty.
At this moment, He Yan Yun suddenly felt that her recent worries had lost their meaning.
Her senior was still her senior.
She revered and worshipped her elder brother for many years.
That was enough.
She believed in her senior brother.
So are other things important?
Of course, it’s important, but there’s a big deal to worry about.
She was more willing to worry about her Senior Martial Brother’s life, so her smile became a little teasing, “Senior Martial Brother Yin, when will you be back?”
Luo Mingchuan was slightly startled.
He had never thought that when he was mentioned by others one day, his heart would be filled with a strange blush.
He looked at the distant moon. “I don’t know, but it won’t be too late.”
His junior brother had said that he would be back soon.
The more they traveled, the more Sword Saint and Yin He traveled in the Wasteland.
The moon looked especially large when the view was unobstructed.
The cold silver glow shone on the sword. The Lakeside Sword was as clean as water, never stained with blood.
Yin Yi carried a sword along the way, and never returned to the sheath.
He didn’t kill again but fought many times.
Every time, he would be ambushed and the opponent would run as fast as he could after failing to hit him.
He would experience life and death every day.
At night, the Sword Saint slept on a big tree with withered leaves and yellow leaves. The more Yin Biyue meditated under the tree, the more he meditated.
The sky was high and the wind was blowing.
He sometimes thought that his master was from the Eastern Lands. When he was young, he had traveled from the Eastern Lands to the Great Boundaries.
So much so that sleep quality was later given special attention.
Master and disciple could also chat.
The Sword Saint spoke very straightforwardly. The more Yin Biyue wanted to ask, the more direct it became, even though some of the answers were incomprehensible.
“What kind of a sword is Yakov?”
“A divine weapon.”
“Why me?”
“It’s not that I gave it to you, it chose you.”
“Master, why did you leave the East Continent?”
“The village disappeared when I was young …”
Li Tuji said he wanted to take a look outside. “
“How did you guys get out of here?”
“Li Tu, you know how to calculate. If you can calculate an enemy, you can avoid them.”
“What if I don’t?”
“If it doesn’t, we’ll kill him together.”
“Legend has it that master and teacher have jointly killed experts at the large success stage after breaking through the barrier.”
“Is that true?”
The Sword Saint replied carelessly, “Hmm …”
“Yeah.”
Although it was just a rumor, the truth was often more terrifying than the rumors.
“Will the spirit of the ninth level of the Sky Magi Sect really survive until the end?”
This was what the headmaster had told him, and the more he thought about it, the more heaven-defying it seemed to him.
On second thought, after going through such a long journey, could it be that his soul hadn’t perished?
Sword Saint answered, “Regardless of whether it’s true or not, this kind of heaven-defying behavior is too boring.”
It wasn’t that there was no meaning, but that there was no meaning behind it.
“Didn’t Master cultivate for the sake of pursuing longevity?”
There were tens of thousands of cultivators in the world, but their goal was nothing more than powerful strength, extraordinary statues, and long life.
“The reason I started cultivating was that I liked this matter of cultivation.
Training in the sword itself was very interesting.
And then it was for freedom.
As for longevity?
This old man has never thought about it …
“It’s too boring, burying the roads, burying the ditches, eating the wild dogs, and even burying the coffins …”
Although it was a matter of life and death, Sword Saint lowered his voice and fell asleep.
The more Yin Biyue leaned against the tree, the more powerful it was.
The moon cast its mottled shadows on his face.
Without death, what is the meaning of life?
He hadn’t thought about it.
His master was extremely carefree and unrestrained, and his cultivation realm was high. Perhaps he would never be able to achieve it.
However, he remembered his master’s words. He was the first one who had made the most money, so he didn’t need to be the second Wei Jingfeng.
He had his way.
There would be a day when he would walk out of the boundless wasteland.
Yan Yu Yue and her master came to the first town where humans had gathered since they had entered the East Continent.
On a bleak autumn day, the gray banner of the city seemed even more desolate.
Where chaos reigned, different banners represented the protection of different forces.
There were no buildings three stories high in the city, more masonry than wood mortise.
The long street was paved and empty in broad daylight.
The doors were locked, and a few figures walked past occasionally. They were all in a hurry, their weapons strapped to their waists.
In the Eastern Lands, there was the boundless snowy sea and the legendary luxurious gold palace, as well as a town of this size.
People lived here without any security, only three points better than the dangerous wasteland.
Sword Saint brought Yan Ziyue into the city’s only two-story restaurant. The stairs creaked under the weight of the heavy load, and dust rustled down.
As he and the shop owner talked in awkward language, the more he spoke, the more he could guess the meaning behind his words.
After which, he slapped two spirit stones on the table.
The Eastern Continent did not use copper coins, nor did they have a business that sold currency. From the black market to the tavern, the only thing that circulated was spirit stones.
Before long, the waiter came back with a jar of wine.
“There’s nothing to eat here, but the wine is good.
Only the waters of the Mimi River could produce such a strong burning knife.
“Here, try it.”
The more he drank, the spicier the taste became. It was as if a sharp knife had pierced his intestines, choking him and causing him to cough profusely.
The Sword Saint laughed heartily and gulped it all down in one gulp.
The attendant then brought out a black cloak, which the Sword Saint threw to Yin Biyue, “I bought it for you.”
This cloak was very tight, the more he wore it, the more he felt like a demonic cultivator.
However, he had to admit that the white Daoist robe was simply too eye-catching.
The Sword Saint did not think too much about it. “It’s so dark that it’s resistant to filth.”
Even if it was stained with blood, it was not obvious, either his own or the enemy’s blood.
They rested in town for the night, and the next day they headed south, toward the river.
When the Sword Saint bought the boat, the sky suddenly darkened. Sand and dust flew in the air, and a light rain began to fall.
When the boatsman saw that they were two young masters, he kindly advised, “The river waters are fierce in this weather.”
Sword Saint smiled and paid him an extra two spirit stones.
It was not easy to get a good word in a chaotic world.
When they reached the middle of the river, raindrops as big as peas fell with a crackling sound. The small boat floated in the stormy sea like a fallen leaf in the late autumn and was soon swallowed up.
The two of them sat facing each other in the cabin. The rain blew fiercely, but strangely, the wind could not blow in.
Under the flickering candle flame, the bright sword light was like a bolt of lightning, illuminating the entire cabin.
This was the first time she had seen the ‘Autumn Wind’ come out of the scabbard.
He stared fixedly, afraid that he would miss a shred of light.
On Crosscut Mountain, his master had only used a single finger for the rest of his life, seriously injured.
At that time, he had been thinking, what else was there in this world that a saint could pull out a sword for?
The Sword Saint began to polish his sword, his expression very serious.
The more he said, the more he could not bear to disturb him.
It was not until the Sword Saint began to speak that he asked, “Ol ‘Four, is there anything else you wish to ask?”
For some reason, the more he thought about it, the more a bad feelings he had.
This kind of intuition had been there all along, and now it was magnified to the limit.
His Master had met many people, done many things, and taught him many things.
It was as if he was saying his goodbyes to the world.
Thus, the more he opened his mouth, the quiver in his voice could barely be heard.
“What has Master been doing all these years?”