bookcurios Chapter 511 So she really existed
Chapter 511 So she really existed
Zhong Nanchu, who was kneeling on the ground, paused for a moment, then suddenly turned around and looked towards the entrance of the main hall.
Amidst the swirling white snow, a young nobleman, dressed in a pale moon-white brocade robe, strode forward. In the cold, empty wind, only the chilling sound of freezing ice could be heard.
He suddenly realized, yet couldn't believe his own guess. He stared at him blankly for a long time before finally finding his voice in the cold wind: "Master Zhai... Master Zhai, you mean, she... really..."
So she really did exist.
So, some people still remember her, remember that their Zhong family once had a remarkable person who could move the world with a sword, enter the immortal realm with the Tao, and whose name was known throughout the land with half a fragment of a manual.
The Zhong family is not a drowning dog, nor are they, as they claim, unworthy descendants, stupid and useless.
His Qingfeng Sword Technique is not some unorthodox or low-class trick.
"Of course she really exists, and she really is—amazing and admirable." Jiang Yueming blinked, her eyes filled with deep nostalgia. "She is like you, no, she is actually not even as good as you. She is just the lowest of the five mixed spiritual roots. She doesn't even have the qualifications to enter the Miscellaneous Peak of the Tianqian Sect. It is destined that it will be very difficult for her to draw Qi into her body in this life."
"Yet this girl, who had neither talent nor qualifications, managed to pass all three entrance tests with her bare hands and was admitted to the Miscellaneous Service Peak as the top student. Later, through diligent study and hard work, she persevered and defeated many geniuses in the sect's grand competition with her mixed spiritual roots. She became a disciple of the former sect leader, moved into Sword Peak, and became the first person in the tens of thousands of years of the Tianqian Sect to be transferred from the Miscellaneous Service Peak to become a direct disciple of the Tianqian Sect's main peak."
"Not only that, she was personally appointed by the former sect leader as the successor to the sect leader. In just ten years at Sword Peak, she was already the number one person after all the elders. After leaving the sect for three years of training, she returned with honors, sweeping across the various states, and no one could rival her. She once single-handedly resisted the nine great demons of the Desolate Marsh Forest, forcing them from the place that threatened human cultivators into the dense forest of the Western State, where they dared not show their faces again. To this day, her remaining prestige has not dissipated, and she is revered by the world as the Soaring Sword Immortal. She enjoys the title of Immortal Venerable even before entering the Great Ascension stage."
"Even the Tianqian Sect has few who can rival her anymore... She truly is a legend, a miracle that others can only dream of. She is the nightmare of countless prodigies, and also the object of countless young talents' dreams..."
"Where is she now? What is her name? Why have my people searched for her for so long without finding a trace? Did she eventually disappear here? I want to find her, I want to bring her home!" Zhong Nanchu could no longer contain his emotions and excitedly revealed the purpose he had been holding back until now.
He came to the Tianqian Sect, practiced swordsmanship recklessly on the Miscellaneous Service Peak, and desperately tried to enter the Sword Peak, all in order to find the whereabouts of this senior.
She left him half of a sword manual, making him half her master. He wanted to know the reason for her disappearance, and even if... even if all that remained was a skeleton, he would take her back to his clan, back to the home where she once grew up, so that her soul could return to its origin.
What sect leader, what Tianqian Sect, even if it costs him his life, he wouldn't hesitate!
Jiang Yueming understood the boy's thoughts. Looking into his unwavering, untainted eyes, a sharp pain shot through his heart. He thought of that person again—how similar those eyes were.
But, whether it's her or her, they've already... they've already...
A fleeting, moist light flashed in his eyes. He awkwardly avoided his gaze and pointed at the white-robed immortal sitting high above.
"Who is she? Where is she? You should ask him. After all, there is no one in the world who knows her better than the two of them."
Zhong Nanchu didn't understand the implied meaning in Jiang Yueming's words, but since that senior had joined Sword Peak, he was now on the same peak and from the same sect as the current sect leader. The sect leader couldn't possibly be unaware of the senior's mysterious disappearance, and that was what he had always wanted to ask the sect leader.
He wanted him to tell him the answer.
He had thought everything through: the path he had taken, the difficulties, the consequences, life and death. But he never imagined that he would see a single, crystal-clear tear trickle down the almost pale, transparent face of that cold, heartless immortal and drip onto the broken sword.
In the silent stillness, he opened his eyes wide in disbelief, and even Jiang Yueming, who was clearly prepared, held his breath in astonishment.
To Zhong Nanchu's surprise, the broken sword did not send the sect leader flying as it had repelled him and Jiang Liqian. Instead, the sword vibrated and hummed. Gentle sword light rose from the broken sword, transforming into peach blossoms that fell into the immortal's hair, like a soothing spring breeze and drizzle.
In the rain, the young man's trembling figure was on the verge of collapse.
Zhong Nanchu was completely stunned and stood there, utterly bewildered as to why this was happening.
It's said that Immortal Venerable Qingzhi was born without desire or emotion, transcended life and death, and was neither sad nor happy. He was the person closest to the Great Dao. How could he shed tears?
He had always suspected that the senior was likely assassinated by this immortal inexplicably. He had searched for clues at Sword Peak for so long, so why did he look so sad when he saw this broken sword? So sad that he seemed to be able to feel his grief and pain.
Suddenly, I heard the sound of clothes rustling in my ears.
It is Jiang Zhai Lao.
He walked past him and stepped toward the high seat of Sect Leader Qingzhi.
"Junior brother," he sighed, "you remember everything, don't you?"
Qingzhi's eyes were red. She didn't move or look up. Her eyes, which were filled with frost, were fixed on the broken sword under her fingertips. Her back was taut and straight. Her whole body seemed to be exerting force, trying hard not to break apart.
Memories flooded his mind: peach blossoms, the aroma of wine, and a beautiful figure amidst the falling petals... It all seemed like it happened just yesterday.
It feels like so many years have passed.
His vision blurred again, and he felt as if his heart was tearing at his soul with every beat.
How could you forget?
How could I forget?
That's him, that's him...
"She's crying, have you heard it?" The seductive murmur invaded his eardrums, and Qingzhi's whole body stiffened, gradually becoming numb and cold.
"Junior brother, do you know how much pain she felt when her body and even her soul were torn apart by the formation?"
"She cries out every night, unable even to reincarnate... She's crying, she's crying with tears of blood, can't you hear her?"
“It’s us. We’re sucking her blood and flesh, sucking her marrow, lingering on her body, barely clinging to life. We’re living a life of quiet desperation, but she can’t even find peace. Junior brother, how can you be so heartless?”
Qingzhi clenched his fists tightly, his knuckles turning white and his veins standing out.
The seductive voice continued, like a demon leading people into an abyss.
"Tell me where the entrance is, tell me, and I will bring her back so that her soul will no longer suffer eternal torment and be unable to be reborn."