Waiting for you online - - - Chapter 15

Chapter 15

The three words “Zongxuan Sword” evoked too many memories for Fan Wu She.

When he was a child, he always practised with his big brother under the ginkgo tree. He changed from wooden swords to short swords and then short swords to long swords. He saw that tree sprouting in spring, cascading in summer, laying gold in autumn and wrapping up in silver in winter. He also grew from a toddler to an elegant young man. The stars have shifted, the summer and winter have changed, and his big brother has always been by his side, from teaching him how to hold a sword, to learn and exchange. When he was young, he understood the world is changing, and he thought he and his big brother would never change.

Unexpectedly, in the end, the Zongxuan Sword they used to practice half a lifetime, is used against each other.

When forced to recall the past, Fan Wu She looks at Song Chun Gui, his eyes have brought out sentiments and then hatred, the murderous aura boiled to the sky. Their moves more severe and fierce, the sword speed so fast that the eyes of ordinary people cannot catch up.

Xie Bi An came back from his senses and shouted: “Wu She, stop, don’t fight anymore!” He was still shocked by the fact that the sword technique used by Fan Wu She was the Zongxuan sword, which had been lost for a hundred years, and even more shocked by the fact that he was familiar with this sword technique beyond his own imagination, as if when Fan Wu She made this move, he could guess the next move.

But the two fought fiercer and fiercer, and he had no heart to continue watching, lest it really causes irreparable damage. Although Fan Wu She exceeds all expectations, with his age and cultivation, it is impossible to be a top swordsman such as Song Chun Gui’s opponent, and Song Chun Gui is from a famous sect, his reputation is well known. Today’s matter really shouldn’t make a fuss until you die and I live.

Fan Wu She didn’t listen and mobilized his spiritual power into the broken sword. Everyone present can feel the spiritual pressure that is different from ordinary people. Any profound sword techniques, all pursue the unity of human sword to the extreme. The sword follows the heart. Zongxuan Sword’s Seventh Chongtian is the first to enter this realm. Although Fan Wu She knows that with his current body and cultivation level, he can’t exert the true power of the Seventh Chongtian, but dealing with this person, it should be enough.

Song Chun Gui’s expression changed significantly. He struggled a little, but the instinct to perceive danger still outweighed the compassion for a teenager. The two had already made more than 30 moves. This teenager is a supreme pride and cannot be underestimated. He knew that if he could not counter this move, there would be a risk of losing a life.

The principle behind Wuliang’s sword is to use spiritual power to form millions of sharp swords magically. When the swords rain down, there’s no way to avoid them.

Song Chun Gui was actually planning to use the sword rain technique against Fan Wu She!

Seeing that both of them were about to lose with multiple injuries, Xie Bi An shouted, “Stop—”

The two sword techniques displayed at the same time. The moment Sword Arc of Zongxuan’s Sword met Sword Rain of Wuliang’s Sword, the spiritual pressure spread out in all directions like a huge monster, and the surrounding spectators did not escape the spiritual pressure in time fell to the ground.

Though Sword Arc is powerful, it’s still inferior to Sword Rain. A few sharp swords managed to avoid Sword Arc and came straight at Fan Wu She.

In an instant, Xie Bi An appeared in front of Fan Wu She, one hand protecting the person behind, the other hand holding Wuqiongbi. A huge green spell emerged in mid-air, blocking the swords formed by the spiritual energy.

Song Chun Gui received the impact of Sword Arc and staggered a few steps back. His face looking dismal.

The green spell disappeared and Xie Bi An sweated like pulp, his face was as white as paper, and his hands holding on to Wuqiongbi was shivering non-stop.

“Senior brother!” Fan Wu She held Xie Bi An’s lightly swaying body, “What’s wrong, are you hurt?”

Xie Pian said angrily, “I told you to stop!”

“I…”

Song Chu Gui said in a deep voice: “Your Excellency is impermanence immortal? It’s not proper for a person from the underworld to meddle with the affairs of the mortal realm, right?”

Xie Bi An didn’t know how to explain for a moment and simply grabbed Fan Wu She, rose up from sword flight, and flew away from Fumenghui. This time, Song Chun Gui didn’t come after them.

The two of them flew far away before Xie Bi An stopped on a mountain, panting as he kept his sword and stared angrily at Fan Wu She.

Fan Wu She’s face was also unsightly. He did not expect this body to be weak to this extent.

“What did we agree before coming? You said you would listen to senior brother, why did you fight him!”

“He hurt you.”

“He didn’t plan to hurt me, he only knocked off my sword.”

“Is there any difference?”

“Of course it’s different!” Xie Bi An shouted, “Song Chun Gui is a decent person, he won’t hurt people for no reason. Indeed, it’s wrong for them to go around arresting people randomly, but we can just run away. Why create this karma and cause this trouble.”

Fan Wu She said coldly, “If I win, I won’t be in trouble.”

“Nonsense, it’s your fault even if you win or lose!” Xie Bi An sighed heavily, “Song Chun Gui is a well-known and patriarchal cultivator in the cultivational world. You and I may not be able to defeat him even if we join forces, how can you be so bold.”

Fan Wu She took a breath and wanted to tell Xie Bi An that it is because he could win, but it will be difficult to explain once the words come out. Moreover, he did take the enemy lightly. To take Song Chun Gui’s life, he would inevitably expose his identity. He was momentarily provoked by anger and hate.

“Just now Song Chun Gui only used the sixth form of Wuliang’s Sword. He was already merciful, yet you simply cannot tank it. If senior brother is not here, you will suffer a big loss. Senior brother knows that you are highly gifted, it is inevitable to restrain yourself to a certain extent, but one should not be arrogant and reckless. You should not be arrogant and impatient at a young age. Only with a modest mind can one improve.”

Fan Wu She stared at Xie Bi An. Seeing him admonishing himself the same way he did back then, even the words he said are similar, he suddenly laughed a little, after laughing, he felt sad.

Xie Bi An was dumbfounded: “You still dare to laugh.”

“Senior brother, I was wrong.” Fan Wu She said softly.

Xie Bi An didn’t expect Fan Wu She to admit his mistake this quickly and felt a bit helpless. Half of his fury in his heart disappeared suddenly. He found a block of rock and sat down. His tone warmed: “Although you admit your mistake, it is still a mistake. I will punish you.”

“Punishment accepted.”

Xie Bi An rolled his eyes, but cannot think of how to punish. It’s his first time having a junior brother and it’s the first time his junior brother made a mistake, so he’s inexperienced in this matter: “…We’ll talk again when we go back to the underworld.”

“Ok.”

“By the way, how did you know how to use Zongxuan Sword?

“My casual immortal master taught me, I didn’t know it was the Zongxuan Sword Technique.”

Although this explanation sounded perfunctory, it could not be refuted. Xie Bi An frowned and said, “It seems that your master is a descendant of the Song Clan, which is not surprising. When the Song Clan was in its heyday, spreading its branches, even if it declined later, there must be someone who inherited this sword technique and passed it on to his descendants.”

“Yeah.”

“I heard that the Zongxuan Sword has a total of nine Chongtian, and there are only a few who reaches the Seventh Chongtian. That move you just made, how which Chongtian was it?”

Fan Wu She said without changing his expression, “Master didn’t tell me. Most likely he didn’t practice it properly himself.”

Xie Bi An nodded, and murmured in confusion, “How strange, I always think I have seen this set of sword techniques somewhere.”

Fan Wu She’s heart tightened, “You’ve seen it before?”

“No, I haven’t seen it before, but I don’t know why, I just feel that this sword technique is very familiar. When you and Song Chun Gui exchanged moves, I could often guess how your next move was going to be, but I really don’t remember that I’ve seen the Zongxuan Sword.”

Fan Wu She became silent. He couldn’t tell Xie Bi An that in his previous life, he had been practising this sword technique since four years old, and perhaps it was engraved on his soul that he couldn’t erase it no matter how he was reincarnated.

A set of swordplay can make you never forget in two lives, what about me? What have I left on your soul?

“Perhaps you have a destiny with this sword technique.” Fan Wu She said, “Does senior brother wants to learn it? I can teach you.”

Xie Bi An’s eyes lit up: “Really? This Zongxuan Sword Technique is the top technique in the cultivational world. The ancestor of the Song Clan once relied on it to rule the cultivational world for three hundred years. That demon supreme also relied on it to unrivalled the world. Such a powerful sword technique, of course I want to learn it.”

“I’ll teach you.”

Xie Bi An said happily: “Alright.”

Fan Wu She walked over: “Are you unwell, are you injured?”

Xie Bi An looked down at his right arm, which had been indistinctly painful from a moment ago until now. Blocking Song Chun Gui’s moves multiple times, even when Zongxuan Sword dispelled most of the moves, it is still unpleasant.

Fan Wu She said: “Let me see.”

‘Never mind, it’s not a big deal.”

“Let me see.” Fan Wu She looked at Xie Bi An obstinately.

Xie Pian hesitated for a moment and slowly untied his lapel.

Fan Wu She originally did not have any beautiful thoughts, but when Xie Bi An just revealed a snow-white thinly cut shoulder, his throat suddenly tightened.

Xie Bi An stripped his clothes until the elbow area and saw that his right arm has a big bruise already. His skin faintly coloured in blue-black. When he relaxed, his fingers trembled non-stop.

Fan Wu She slowly stretched out his hand and took hold of Xie Bi An’s arm and gently kneading it from top to bottom: “It didn’t hurt the bones.”

“Well, that’s good.”

Fan Wu She released his spiritual energy to dissolve his bruises.

“It’s not necessary.”

“Don’t move.” Fan Wu She stood behind Xie Bi An, his burning gaze straying over his porcelain-white neck and shoulders, his mouth getting drier and drier.

He was too familiar with this body, so familiar that even with clothes on, he could imagine what he would see when he peeled it off layer by layer.

When he entered from behind, he would seized these long arms, forcing the body to withstand the impact. He liked to leave marks on this white, canvas-like skin, especially that long neck. With a bite, that warm skin secretes an intoxicating orchid fragrance, followed by an uncontrollable shudder and contraction.

He violated every inch of this person’s skin with his hands, with his lips, with his teeth. He had the wild wishes for a hundred years, and now this person is within reach, he wants to strip this person, wants to rub into his arms, press under his body, and wants to make this person cry and beg for mercy, just like countless times before.

Unable to resist, unable to refuse, unable to ignore. Because this person, his big brother, from his memory he always wanted to possess this person, destined to belong to him completely.

“Wu She?” Xie Bi An made a “si*” sound, “please be gentle”

Fan Wu She sucked in a breath and let go of his hand in fear, not daring to touch Xie Bi An again.

si* [嘶] — a sound you make when you feel pain