klisemfg Chapter 1299 Extra 4: If I hadn’t met you (1) If I hadn’t met Zhu Yan’s if line
Chapter 1299 Extra 4: If I hadn’t met you (1) If I hadn’t met Zhu Yan’s if line
Ji Wushuang lay quietly on the ground, like a dehydrated fish, her broken chest expanding and contracting. She didn't understand. She should have died at the hands of the third demon god, Mo Tu, so why could she still "breathe"?
She struggled to prop herself up and tried to see where she was, only to find that she was not a "human" at all, but just a broken and mutilated corpse. Not only was most of her body torn apart, but even her organs were flowing out of the wound.
Ji Wushuang stuffed all the organs back in with an expressionless face. She was glad that she had no sense of pain, otherwise she might not have been able to do it.
After she managed to put herself back into human form, she began to look around...
The black coast, the snowflakes slowly falling between the sky and the earth, and the boundless sea.
So... this is the rumored Nether Sea?
What is she now?
Dead soul?
living person?
Living dead?
Ji Wushuang couldn't think of the answer, so she simply stopped thinking about it. No matter whether the soul was dead or alive, since Mo Tu didn't kill her and since her consciousness still existed, then her "life" after this life would be free of worries and without any debts.
From then on, she no longer belonged to the Ji family or Tianci City.
She is just herself.
Ji Wushuang packed up his mutilated body and began to move along the coastline.
She didn't know how time slipped away here. She only knew that she had been washed back to shore countless times by the waves, that she had ground the black rock of the coast into the shape of a long sword, using it to practice sword moves a hundred times, a thousand times, ten thousand times, until the long sword shattered into dust, and then she would sharpen the next sword...
She abandoned her past and immersed herself wholeheartedly in the "sword".
Because only by swinging the sword continuously can she feel that she is still alive.
The snowflakes of the Nether Sea fell in waves, and the waves in the sea were swallowed up wave after wave...
But I don’t know when the snowflakes gradually stopped falling.
Ji Wushuang looked up in surprise, and for the first time, the scene of the sky was reflected in the depths of his pupils. It was a magnificent and brilliant galaxy that stretched from the end of the sea all the way to the endless abyss.
Ji Wushuang had been here for too long, so she knew that this wasn't some "galaxy" but a river of falling soul stars. Ji Wushuang guessed that this might be the legendary River of Oblivion...
And at this moment, Wangchuan has actually severed its connection with the Nether Sea?
The water of the River of Forgetfulness (soul) can no longer enter the Sea of Hell.
Why is this?
Before Ji Wushuang could come up with an answer, she suddenly felt a subtle feeling...
She had been a "corpse" for many years and had long forgotten her five senses.
Now waves of pain spread from her sword-holding hand, causing her to clench her hand tightly after a brief pause. As long as she could survive... even if it was "painful", she would be happy with it.
Because she has never been completely free and happy in her life!
She wants to see the Xingji waterfall!
I want to see the majestic Guixu Cliff!
I want to see the vastness of the infinite land!
She can't just die like this!
Ji Wushuang tightly grasped the sword that she had sharpened with the dark stone, and would not let go even if her soul was torn apart.
Finally, the torrent that descended from the sky engulfed her. Before she lost consciousness, Ji Wushuang opened her arms and held the sword tightly in her arms...
……
"Hey, wake up, little girl, can you hear me?"
Ji Wushuang felt someone patting her cheek. She instinctively turned over and slashed at the person with a sword, but she didn't expect that she couldn't stand steadily at all. She stumbled and fell heavily to the ground.
"Puff, hahahahaha." The man opposite saw Ji Wushuang fall flat on her face, and he wasn't angry that she wanted to kill him. Instead, he burst into laughter. "You little girl, I saved you out of kindness, why are you acting like a firecracker? And you want to kill people with a small stone sword? Isn't this funny?"
Small stone sword?
Ji Wushuang jumped up and realized that he was really back!
After endlessly long and hopeless years of nothingness, she is back!
And there is also the stone sword that she polished with her own hands!
Came back with her!
Ji Wushuang bowed and said in a hoarse voice, "Excuse me, fellow Daoist, what year is it now? And where is this place?"
The man muttered, "Are you really a fool, little girl?"
Ji Wushuang raised his eyes, which were dark without a trace of light. "Please tell me, fellow Daoist."
The man was startled and answered Ji Wushuang's question, but he didn't expect that she would become "petrified" again.
Because Ji Wushuang had never imagined that she had spent countless years on the shores of the Nether Sea, while only half a day had passed in the outside world? Moreover, she had been thrown into an extremely remote star region!
The strangest thing is... all the injuries on her body have healed, and she is no longer in the state of being chopped into pieces by Mo Tu.
Therefore, everything on the shore of the Dark Sea was definitely not a dream...
Seeing Ji Wushuang motionless, the man secretly curled his lips and prepared to stay away from this little crazy girl, but he never expected to be grabbed by her again.
"and many more."
"Hey, little aunt, what else do you want?"
"what's your name?"
"Me? My name is Qiao Mu."
Ji Wushuang took a deep breath and bowed respectfully to him, "Fellow Daoist Qiao Mu, thank you for saving me."
When Ji Wushuang was polite, Qiao Mu felt a little shy and quickly returned the greeting.
Ji Wushuang began to search for something to thank him with, but found that he was short of money. He simply said, "Don't worry, Daoist Qiao Mu. When I have spirit stones in the future, I will definitely thank you handsomely."
This was just a big promise, but Qiao Mu didn't believe it. He rolled his eyes and said, "Ahem, you are a sword cultivator, right?"
Ji Wushuang didn't understand why, but still nodded and said, "Yes."
"Well, don't look at me laughing, but I'm actually a weapon refiner... cough cough cough, I'm on the verge of a bottleneck right now, and I need to forge a natal magic weapon for someone else to break through. If you're willing, I can forge your natal sword for you, how about that?"
Qiao Mu's voice became lower and lower as he spoke, but he knew that his request was just an impolite one.
The natal sword is extremely important to sword practitioners, it is like a second life.
He felt a little guilty about letting this little girl give him her second life, but he really had no choice. If he didn't break through, he would be expelled from the sect.
Just when Qiao Mu was thinking about how to convince Ji Wushuang, the latter agreed immediately.
"it is good."
"...Don't think I'm a shrew. I actually... what?! You said you're willing?!"
"Yes, I do."
"!!!"
Qiao Mu couldn't help but be happy!
It seemed like today was his lucky day, as he had actually caught such a silly girl. He patted his chest loudly, "Silly girl, cough cough cough, I mean, don't worry, little girl, I will do my best to refine the best natal sword for you!"