klisemfg Chapter 230 Who are you?
Chapter 230 Who are you?
"Would you be willing to become my disciple?"
A clear, cold, and serious voice fell from above, and the person kneeling obediently below raised his head in disbelief to make sure he hadn't misheard.
A collective gasp rippled through the crowd.
"What? The Sword Master has actually started accepting disciples?"
"This is truly rare. Didn't the Sword Master previously declare that he would never accept a disciple in his lifetime? Why has he made an exception?"
"Tch, what's so strange about that? He was the top student in the inner sect selection, and he even has a nearly extinct mutated spiritual root. It's perfectly normal for the Sword Master to want to take him as a disciple."
"That's true. Haizhou is in a slump now. Only Sword Master is left as the sole hope of ascension. If the sect leader hadn't retested that guy's spiritual roots, we might have missed out on even these two promising talents."
The person who was in the midst of the discussion was also overwhelmed by this earth-shattering joy.
That's the Sword Master, the last hope of Haizhou.
This is the same person who just now offered to take her as his apprentice.
Before the final, she didn't know why the sect leader and a group of elders took her to the front mountain to have her spiritual root tested again. She did so without thinking much about it.
Then came the final, and she won easily as always.
Then someone told her that she had a mutated spiritual root, a mutated spiritual root that was one in ten thousand, and the Sword Master made an exception and wanted to take her as his disciple.
She's been overwhelmed by all the surprises and is now completely disoriented.
"But you're unwilling?"
The cold voice fell again, pulling Liu Jun back to reality.
Liu Jun hurriedly replied, "Yes, disciple is willing!"
After a while, everyone around shouted in unison, "Congratulations to the Sword Master on the acquisition of a beloved disciple!"
When the Sword Master opened his sect and accepted disciples, almost all the major and minor sects in Haizhou came to pay their respects, but... the Sword Master didn't seem particularly happy.
That makes sense. The spiritual energy in Haizhou is becoming increasingly scarce, and it is almost at the end of its Dharma era. No cultivator wants to return to the time when they only have a hundred years left in their mortal body, as that would be more terrifying than death.
……
Liu Jun rarely saw her master smile. In the more than 150 years since she became his disciple, apart from teaching her swordsmanship and magic, her master had almost always been staring blankly at the tree he had planted himself on the edge of the cliff.
Liu Jun was puzzled. Even someone like his master had troubles?
Liu Jun disliked this kind of master. His master was of divine appearance and still very young. He shouldn't always look so gloomy and resentful.
She had longed for him since she was a child, and looked forward to meeting him. When she first saw him, she knew she would follow him and live for him.
What she wanted was for her master to be happy and to smile at her!
Liu Jun made many efforts for this.
More than 150 years of companionship is enough for an ordinary person to live two lifetimes. On Wuti Mountain, only the master and disciple lived year-round.
For Liu Jun, worldly constraints were as good as nothing.
She loves her master, she has loved him since she was a child, and she loved him even more when she first met him.
When Liu Jun learned that her innate spiritual root was a mutated spiritual root, she knew that her opportunity had come.
The bright moon in the sky suddenly became within reach, and Liu Jun was overjoyed.
She began to slowly and gradually seep into his life, from an outsider to occupying every aspect of his life, becoming an irreplaceable presence.
The truth is, she succeeded. In the 317th year of her apprenticeship, disregarding worldly opinions, they became Daoist partners.
He loved her, and she loved him.
But... why does he always seem to get distracted and confused from time to time?
He would be overjoyed, no longer bitter and resentful, and would smile for her. He could see her clearly, but she could only see him through a fog, as if there was always something between them.
The changes came suddenly, and the island was almost destroyed. Within a few years, all the major and minor sects on the land were also wiped out. The spiritual energy was cut off, leaving only the mortal world.
There was no more energy for cultivation in the world. Slowly, slowly, the remaining cultivators approached their lifespan, and many could not accept it and ended their lives prematurely.
Seeing his youth fading and his cultivation hopeless, while his beloved remained young, Liu Jun chose to walk down that path of no return before dusk fell.
It was always... always just her wishful thinking.
Ever since she could remember, she had always looked up at the depiction of immortals hanging on the wall, until she grew up and entered the sect, ridiculously believing that immortals were tangible and always by her side...
The person destined for destiny is ultimately the person destined for destiny. At least, it was he who watched her leave, while the one left behind was not her.
……
She succeeded, but she didn't see it.
At least, her immortal even created a physical body exactly like hers for her sake.
A physical body that will not age or lose its beauty, possesses the highest cultivation level, and is even more powerful.
But why is it that the creation he made has a personality so different from hers, yet he allowed her to stay with him for longer?
One is two hundred years old, the other is nearly a thousand years old...
Is it because this world has more abundant spiritual energy and cultivators live longer, so they can stay longer?
Without a doubt, he loved her; otherwise, he wouldn't have created this body for her and then waited to put her soul into it.
Then what about all those words and instructions he said to Liu Jun before?
September 7th... is Liu Jun's birthday, and also her birthday, or perhaps, Liu Jun's birthday.
None of them are substitutes for each other, yet they all share the same similar face.
And what kind of existence is he, Yan Zhi, now?
Beneath the wooden house lies a fragment of her spirit, yet the path leading out is guarded by Zhu Li.
Zhu Li had painted a picture for Yan Zhi before he ascended to immortality, and the inscription also mentioned the seventh day of the ninth month. As soon as Liu Jun touched the painting, she entered a dream world, in which there were people who looked similar to Yan Zhi...
"despair"
After placing a piece, Geng Wuji picked up a few white pieces and looked at Liu Jun opposite him with some worry.
"Sir, you've been daydreaming."
Liu Jun smiled and looked at the chessboard: "Well, I've been busy lately, and I was thinking of playing a game of chess to clear my head..."
"What is troubling you, sir? You may speak with me about it."
Liu Jun looked up at Geng Wuji, remained silent for a while, and then stood up without saying a word.
"I'm tired. You can tidy up the chessboard and I'm going back to rest."
"Yes, my lord."
Geng Wuji also stood up and watched the person leave, then turned to look at the Floating Tree.
Back in her room, Liu Jun didn't sit down to meditate; instead, she took out the gifts she had given her as a congratulatory present.
This thing was silent and showed no signs of life. Only the trapped gas inside was unusually active, but it showed no intention of breaking through the outer crystal core.
Liu Jun observed it for a while, then gathered some spiritual energy in his hand and tried to inject it into the thing. However, there was no reaction. He then gradually increased the amount of spiritual energy injected, but still nothing happened.
He stopped pouring spiritual energy into it, studied it for a while, and inexplicably, he felt an urge to crush it with a slight exertion of force.
"Snapped!"
A crisp cracking sound rang out, and the trapped gas rushed out from between their fingers. In the blink of an eye, the scene in the room transformed into an endless expanse of water.
Liu Jun looked around, but there was nothing there; it was as if he had entered a pure white space.
But after a short while, a cloud of smoke gathered in front of her and gradually transformed into a human figure, and this person was none other than the one she had been separated from for so long—
"Yang Le, it's you?"
Liu Jun was quite surprised.
The translucent Yang Le slowly opened her eyes, looking at the person in front of her with remarkable calmness, and spoke with a smile in her eyes:
"Long time no see, Starry Night."
Liu Jun lowered his eyes. The demon ancestor Yang Le had died ten thousand years ago, his soul completely scattered.
So, what she is seeing now is either a photograph of herself or her last breath of consciousness?
"you……"
Liu Jun couldn't bring himself to ask that question for a long time.
Yang Le still smiled and said, "I knew my fate was near, so I left the secrets of heaven that I had previously divined here and entrusted them to an old friend to be given to that person."
An old friend?
Unexpectedly, the gift had a past connection with the Central Music Bureau...
“Starry Night, though you have committed a grave error, your life is not meant to end. Ten thousand years from now, your soul will be reconstituted, the wheel of cause and effect will turn again, and everything will depend on a single thought.”
Yang Le looked at her with compassion in her eyes, but it seemed that there were other emotions hidden beneath that compassion.
"Under the starry night, the divine realm has fallen, and all things are in chaos. We... are all waiting for your return."
Liu Jun was taken aback, then gave a self-deprecating laugh: "Why would you care about a mere sinful god?"
Yang Le seemed to be silent for a while, then finally broke into a big smile.
"Starry Night, please, you absolutely must return to the Divine Realm. As for me... well, never mind."
Liu Jun's pupils contracted, and he looked up sharply, only to see Yang Le dissipate into smoke...