books44 Chapter 58 This sword can't kill me
Chapter 58 This sword can't kill me
With a flash of sword light, many images flashed through Li Tingyun's mind.
Scene after scene unfolded like a movie, presenting a large amount of information in a short period of time, but he couldn't remember any of it.
Perhaps the original owner's memories have resurfaced.
He kept rubbing his temples, not understanding why the spirit of the Azure Frost Sword would evoke his memories, nor why he would get a headache whenever he recalled the past.
"Sixth Brother, what is the origin of Mei Shiyu's sword and its sword spirit?"
[I don't know. Although I included the concept of "sword spirits" in my original book, I never wrote that the Azure Frost Sword had a sword spirit.]
This is probably another hidden storyline automatically generated by the system based on "creative inspiration."
"What use are you to me? You only cause me trouble and can't help me at all."
"Also, what kind of garbage system is 001? It can change the plot on its own, can't it give us some hints?"
[Host, the system wasn't helping you; it was restricting you.]
The purpose of 001 is to control the villains, maintain the main storyline, and protect the protagonist's ascension! Therefore, it not only forces you to complete the main quests but also sets up various obstacles for you.
[Just imagine, if villains were unrestricted, they could destroy the entire cultivation world and cause the whole story to collapse whenever they wanted! What's the point of playing then? I'd probably be stuck in that dark room for the rest of my life.]
[If you think about it carefully, you'll realize that even if you didn't regress to childhood and lose your cultivation by actively breaking the rules at the beginning, the system will still try to limit your overly powerful abilities.]
Wang Laoliu said that he did not mean to cause trouble, but the scales of the rules were tilted in favor of the protagonist.
[Host, in this world, the Heavenly Dao is not on your side.]
Even a transmigrator is no match for the chosen one of this plane!
"I know, stop nagging, it's giving me a headache."
Li Tingyun walked to the corner, sat down on the ground, and buried her head in her knees. "I think I just remembered something..."
【What's up? 】
"Things from my childhood... no, just some images..."
Without a cause, process, or result, it's like drinking to the point of blacking out; the next day, you only remember fragmented scenes.
In the fragmented image, he saw his younger self lying in a pool of blood, surrounded by withered grass and scattered rocks. On one side were towering peaks reaching into the clouds, with clouds clinging to their waists and the sun hanging over the overlapping mountains; on the other side was a babbling stream at the bottom of a valley, emanating a chilling aura because it never saw the sun or moon.
He seemed to have fallen from a great height and died in this desolate, uninhabited valley.
He died, he died when he was very young, or in other words, he died once when he was a child.
The death was extremely gruesome, with bones shattered and flesh mangled.
When he died, he was still clutching a sword tightly in his hand, its blade as white as frost.
The blood flowing slowly beneath him gradually stained the intricate patterns engraved on the sword. The blood formed a complex network of plant roots along the patterns, turning the pure white sword into a shocking dark red.
Even though he couldn't make out the raised seal script on the sword clearly from his hazy memory, Li Tingyun knew that it was Qing Shuang.
He recalled that when Mei Shiyu summoned the sword spirit earlier, the Azure Frost Sword took on completely different forms in the hands of the two of them.
The most obvious difference is the color of the sword's edge.
Mei Shiyu was born with a superior ice spiritual root. When spiritual power is infused into the sword, it emits a clear and transparent fluorescent blue light.
The sword spirit, however, harbored a deep-seated murderous intent, and its blade was a blood-red color, a stark contrast to the sword spirit's appearance, and was even entangled with a malevolent aura that cultivators should not possess.
It's more like an evil spirit than a sword spirit.
How could someone like Mei Shiyu raise an evil spirit?
Li Tingyun clutched his head, veins throbbing in his temples.
The image flashed in his mind, and he saw Mei Shiyu piercing his body with this sword.
By this time, he was already an adult, the Taiji Hall Master who had lived for over two hundred years.
In the center of the empty hall, the Azure Frost Sword plunged into his heart, its blade thirsting and frantically sucking up blood.
In fact, this scene was not unfamiliar. Li Tingyun had seen it with his own eyes when Bai Wuchang first set up the illusion in Yongjie Town.
However, this time the feeling was much stronger, as if he were actually there.
The frost pierced his heart, but it did not cause him any additional harm. He casually pulled out the blood sword and returned it to Mei Shiyu, who was pinned to the spot, soul and all.
Mei Shiyu's fingers trembled slightly, her face drained of color, and the red mark between her brows was vividly bright.
"You can't kill me with this sword. Now, it's my turn."
"You will pay ten times, a hundred times, the price for what you have done."
He was furious to the extreme, but his face remained calm and composed, and his speech became increasingly slow and deliberate, exuding a chilling aura.
The visuals and sound abruptly stopped.
Li Tingyun took a deep breath. Even if he didn't remember what would happen next, he could guess the general idea based on his self-awareness.
Knowing the villain's nature, he will never let Mei Shiyu die a quick and painless death.
If one doesn't torture people to the point of wishing for death and destroying their very essence, it would be a disgrace to the notorious reputation of the Taiji Palace Master in the cultivation world.
Li Tingyun was so angry that his teeth itched. Mei Shiyu actually stabbed him with a sword. He deserved to be taught a lesson!
But at the same time, I was also a little scared, afraid that he had really suffered a lot and endured a lot of pain, and that he hated the villain to the core.
If that's the case, there's no way he can ever win her back in this lifetime.
Li Tingyun got up from the ground, walked to Mei Shiyu's side, and whispered "Master".
Mei Shiyu was talking to Wang Wu, who was clutching his stomach and gesturing to him, looking rather unwell.
Wang Wujindan had already developed cracks, and now she could no longer hold on, so she hurriedly asked him for help.
To be honest, the blame lies with Li Tingyun. If that guy hadn't punched him in the stomach with bloodshot eyes, his dantian wouldn't have been damaged.
The apprentice caused the trouble, so of course we have to reason with his master!
Mei Shiyu used magic to carefully examine his meridians and dantian, saying, "Brother Wang, your golden core is not..."
But then he heard his apprentice call him. Before he could finish his sentence, he looked down at Li Tingyun and asked, "What's wrong?"
Li Tingyun leaned against him with a feigned groan, "It's nothing, I just wanted to call you."
Mei Shiyu glanced at his slightly swollen cheek, the slap mark still lingering. Her heart softened, and she let him snuggle close to her. She reached out and gently stroked his slightly immature cheek, which was fair with a hint of baby fat and felt nice to the touch.
Li Tingyun felt a cool sensation on her face, and half of her face felt tingly and numb, as if tender grass tips were tickling her skin.
However, this feeling quickly disappeared, and his cheeks were no longer swollen. He raised his head, blinked, and revealed a harmless smile.
The boy's smile was refreshing and pure, his eyes sparkled with a hint of light, and his whole being exuded a visible innocence and kindness.
It has to be said that it is extremely deceptive.
Mei Shiyu, however, fell for his tricks. No matter how many times she was fooled, she never learned her lesson. On the surface, she remained unmoved, but in her heart, she had already lowered her defenses and was completely soft-hearted.
Li Tingyun had a precise grasp of his personality—that he responded better to gentle persuasion than force.
Acting strangely to please others is a tried-and-true tactic.
"...I'm telling you, does any of you even care about my feelings?"
Wang Wu clutched his stomach and collapsed to the ground, weakly saying, "I can't go on, my golden core has split in two... Am I really going to die here? Before I die, let me see my godson one last time. I need to tell him that there are some treasures hidden in the cave..."
Li Tingyun squatted down beside him and said, "It's alright, just tell me and I can pass on a message to him. You can live or die, he can live or die. What does it matter if we meet or not?"
"Yuanbao, you're never serious again."
Mei Shiyu pulled away his non-verbal apprentice.
He said to Wang Wu solemnly, "Brother Wang, not only will you not die, but you will also benefit from this misfortune."
"What...what do you mean by that?"
"You are about to shatter your core and become an infant."