kingnovel Chapter 458 It's a Dream
Chapter 458 It's a Dream
Xu Youan sat half-reclined on the windowsill, his purple robes looking desolate. The gold-embroidered sash fluttered in the night breeze, and the cold moonlight fell, gently caressing his sorrowful brows and eyes.
He stared intently at the courtyard where his senior sister was staying, a clear and pure blue-and-white porcelain cup in his right hand. The wine in the cup was rich and fragrant, but he didn't drink it, letting the intoxicating aroma of the wine slowly bury him.
Suddenly, he lowered his eyes and murmured, "Senior Sister..."
There was no one around, only the vast and endless night.
His fingertips trembled slightly, and the wine cup fell to the ground, shattering with a crash.
He stared blankly at the shattered wine cup, a sudden panic gripping his heart. He called out "Senior Sister" again, this time with much more urgency than before, but looking at the empty room, he suddenly snapped back to reality.
Senior sister... isn't here at all.
She's in another courtyard, probably meditating or reading scriptures—whatever the case, she won't be thinking of him.
He was the only one who was hopelessly immersed in longing.
"Senior sister..." Her voice sounded like a sigh, a lament, a sadness, and a helplessness.
A glistening tear slowly slid down the corner of his eye, like white jade shedding tears, a fleeting moment of ephemeral beauty.
It's so beautiful, yet it's impossible to grasp.
"When do you plan to go to Xizhou?" The ring turned into mist, and a girl wearing a black veil walked out from it. Her eyes were indifferent, and she turned her head slightly away, not looking at the tear stains on Xu You'an's face.
Xu Youan didn't care at all about being seen in his disheveled state by outsiders. He leaned against the window frame, looked up at the moon, and after a long while, finally said, "Are you in such a hurry?"
"I don't want my primordial spirit to burn out without any result." She said coldly, without any emotional fluctuation. "Besides, we have an agreement that you should finish your business first before I can do mine. Wasting time will not do any good for either of us."
Xu Youan chuckled softly.
There was no laughter in that voice; it was so hollow it was heartbreaking.
"Go and secretly see what my senior sister is doing. If she accidentally falls asleep, quietly drape a light blanket over her. Remember, don't let her find out."
The girl's indifferent expression changed slightly because of his words, but this change was quickly hidden under the black veil covering her face, and no one could see it.
"Love is nothing but a death warrant. No matter how much you love her, can it overcome the inevitability of fate?" Before leaving, the girl's cold and lonely voice traveled through the moonlight. "Besides, what are you in her heart?"
Upon hearing this, Xu Youan was momentarily stunned into thought.
The next moment, he chuckled softly.
"But.
"This was all my own choice..."
Since it was voluntary, why should she care about his place in her heart?
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blood.
The ground was covered in foul-smelling, disgusting blood.
The severed limbs, still twitching and spasming in the blood and mud, rolled one half to the broken, half-collapsed doorway and the other to the window. The wide-open eyes, still filled with deep terror, were casually brushed aside by the tip of a sword.
The cloud-like, jade-like skirt gently swept across the tragically deceased corpse on the ground, the thin gauze floating and sinking, layer upon layer dyed with the most vivid and dazzling red.
Jiang Liqian walked forward step by step, crushing the pool of blood. Her face was cold and aloof, her clothes disheveled. Only her eyes, which were usually misty, were now bloodshot and bloodthirsty, completely devoid of their usual kind and compassionate expression.
Warm blood was still dripping from the tip of her sword, but she seemed oblivious to how many people she had killed, her eyes gleaming with excitement.
"A cultivator at the late Nascent Soul stage shouldn't only have this much strength, right?" She seemed rather unhappy, tilting her head in distress as she looked at Wang He, who had lost an arm and was retreating while shaking his leg.
Didn't this person say he wanted to be her master and use her as a furnace for his cultivation and breakthrough?
He also said that she should take good care of him. Will he treat her well tonight?
How could they be so easily killed?
Her Heavenly Sword hasn't even been drawn yet, and she hasn't even had a chance to drink her fill of blood... She's really, really useless.
Why waste the spiritual energy of the cultivation world on such a useless piece of trash and eke out a living in this world?
Wouldn't it be better to end it all early?
"Don't come any closer! Don't come any closer! You're a madman! Don't think we can't beat you. You've killed so many of our brothers, are you going to kill us all?!" Wang He's eyes were filled with fear as he barely controlled his natal magic weapon, retreating little by little as Jiang Liqian approached.
This crazy woman, this crazy woman!
Despite being poisoned by the Snow Charm Incense, she managed to maintain her conscious mind, disregarding the safety of her meridians and dantian, and forcefully gathered spiritual energy to launch a sneak attack! Her arm was severed off without him even having time to react.
Isn't she afraid of dying from her own meridians bursting first?!
And what kind of move was she using? Was it a sword technique from a reputable sect? But how could she be so cold-blooded as to be completely devoid of emotion, not even blinking an eye, and then cleaving the third brother who had rushed in first with a single sword strike?
This is simply a massacre.
This crazy woman's one-sided massacre!
What made him even more desperate was that no matter how many people there were, no matter how much higher their cultivation level was than hers, they all seemed to be locked onto by her blood-drinking sword, and no one could escape the approach of death.
They had already used all their skills, even trying to escape, but she didn't even give them a chance to survive. She could have killed him first, but she still cruelly murdered his men one by one in front of him—beheading, dismemberment, slow slicing… Was he in hell? This madwoman in front of him wasn't human, she was a demon! A vengeful demon!
"Don't come any closer, don't come any closer, I beg you, please don't come any closer, it's our fault, we were wrong, we'll be your slaves, from now on you'll be our master, just please, don't come any closer..." Wang He couldn't overcome her fear and broke down in tears.
"Alas..." A sigh escaped, gentle as water, like the compassion of a god, "How pitiful."
Hearing the reluctance in her voice, Wang He grasped at a straw, and a glimmer of hope rekindled in his heart. Ignoring the blood still flowing from the wound on his severed arm, he knelt down in front of her with a thud, pressing his head to the ground, as humble as a stray dog.
"Master, master, please spare us! We will be loyal to you for life."
Jiang Liqian looked down at him condescendingly, her lips were smiling, but there was no smile in her eyes, as cold as the snow that never melts on the summit of a snow-capped mountain.
"A despicable and vile wicked creature dares to presume to follow me as a disciple."
"That's a dream."
Before he could finish speaking, the lightning-fast sword light pierced Wang He's heart.