Chapter 136

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Chapter 136: The First Life of the Cycle of Rebirth: Love

After Xu Fan finished explaining everything, he heard the message from Xu Yuexian. After a moment of thought, he said, “If it’s really necessary, send your silly big brother over.”

"It counts as contributing to our hometown."

"I understand," Xu Yuexian nodded in agreement.

Watching Xu Yuexian’s beams of light speed away, Xu Fan thought for a moment; it seemed the time chamber would need to restart.

"A quiet life always has a few ripples."

Thinking that he hadn’t fed the turtles in half a month, Xu Fan specifically went to the alchemy room to grab a few bottles of high-grade spirit feeding pills he had crafted.

“Life must go on; the turtles still need to be fed.”

Above the Ten Thousand-Mile Giant Lake, as soon as Xu Fan arrived at a fixed spot, a turtle popped its head up.

“It’s you this time, Sanwei.”

The turtles were named from One Guard to Twelve Guard.

At this moment, the remaining eleven turtles also gathered around, all staring wide-eyed at Xu Fan, as if questioning why they hadn’t been fed during this time.

“I had some matters to attend to these past few days, so I forgot to feed you.”

“I’ll make sure to arrange for a disciple to feed you in the future,” Xu Fan said while feeding the spirit feeding pills; it indeed felt a bit unethical to cut off the turtles’ food supply.

The twelve simple little turtles quickly shifted their gaze back to Xu Fan, their eyes starting to show warmth again.

……………………

In Moliang State, at the border camp, in Wang Yulun’s courtyard, Li Xingci and Wang Xiangchi sat across from each other.

“Uncle Wang, how have you been lately?” Li Xingci asked.

“My father is doing alright. He got bitten by a snake demon recently and is currently recuperating in the rear,” Wang Xiangchi replied.

At that moment, Murong Qianer brought over a few small dishes and a small pot of wine.

Li Xingci nodded and thanked Murong Qianer.

“Every time you come, you’re so polite.”

“You and Xiangchi enjoy the drinks. I’ll go take care of Uncle Wang,” Murong Qianer said. Although she had liked the boy since childhood, for some reason, she always felt a twinge of discomfort every time she saw him.

“Uncle Wang is injured. Should I go visit him now?” Li Xingci stood up and suggested.

“No need. My father is currently unconscious, lost in a snake poison illusion; he will be fine after a while.”

“Besides, you won’t be able to see my father. The rear is the most heavily guarded place, and as a first-time visitor here, you won’t be able to enter,” Wang Xiangchi explained.

“Alright then,” Li Xingci sat back down.

“Right, you two brothers should catch up; it’s been more than two years since you last met,” Murong Qianer said before stepping outside.

After Murong Qianer left, they finally began to chat.

“After we met last time, I returned to the Hidden Spirit Sect. My master is still the same.”

“Whenever he has the time, he researches various thunder techniques, artifact crafting, and raising turtles.”

“If it gets boring, we just fish on the Ten Thousand-Mile Giant Lake,” Li Xingci added.

"It’s been five years since I last returned to the sect, and I miss Master a bit," Wang Xiangchi said.

"Master isn’t too pleased with you, running off here to suppress the beast race without a word."

"You should practice the secret techniques Master taught you before heading back. If you can’t satisfy him, you might really get dragged into the Mystical World for a spanking," Li Xingci joked.

Wang Xiangchi’s expression stiffened; to be honest, he was quite afraid of that. Having been dragged in once was a memory he would never forget.

"Thanks for the heads-up, junior brother."

Saying this, he raised his cup and clinked it with Li Xingci’s.

"Senior brother seems to have something on his mind, or rather, a knot in his heart," Li Xingci said lightly.

"I haven’t made any progress in swordsmanship for three years. The last swordsmanship technique Master taught me, I can only grasp the basics."

"I thought I could break through through battle, so I came here to slay the beast race."

"And yet I find myself still stuck. Is my talent destined to stop here?" Wang Xiangchi said. He was a proud person and felt that with such a mysterious and capable master, achieving immortality through swordsmanship should be a simple matter.

"That’s also why you’re reluctant to go back," Li Xingci remarked.

Wang Xiangchi nodded.

"Master has passed down a secret technique to each of us."

"My eldest brother has the All Techniques Body, my second senior sister has the Illusory Three Realms Body, your swordsmanship technique is Heaven and Earth One Color, and mine is the Cycle of Rebirth."

"If these techniques are deeply explored, they can touch upon the trace of the ‘Dao’; it wouldn’t be an exaggeration to say they are divine spells," Li Xingci explained.

"Maybe I can help you with your dilemma."

"I’ve made some progress with my Cycle of Rebirth. I can pull you into the cycle to live another lifetime; when you come out, you might just break through your current barrier."

"Do you want to give it a try? It’ll feel like a lifetime, but only a night will pass here," Li Xingci suggested.

"Alright, let’s finish this drink, and then I’ll enter the cycle," Wang Xiangchi said. Better to break through sooner than face Master’s punishment.

"Good."

During the drink, the two brothers shared many stories: childhood fun, Master’s teachings, and the care of the eldest and second senior siblings, along with Master’s mysterious skills.

That night, they both felt a bit tipsy.

Wang Xiangchi lay on the bed, beside him the Wind Thunder Sword, a precious artifact personally crafted by Xu Fan.

"Junior brother, come on, if I don’t break through, I’d feel too ashamed to see Master."

Li Xingci said nothing but raised his hand, summoning nine exquisite purple Other Shore Flowers in the air, slowly letting them fall on Wang Xiangchi.

In the Cycle of Rebirth, in the Heavenly Sword Dynasty, a small, remote village, a courtyard echoed with the sound of a baby’s cry.

In the room, Li Xingci looked at Wang Xiangchi, who had already entered the cycle, and said, "I used all nine of the Other Shore Flowers on you; if you can’t break through, the matter will have to be left to Master."

The next morning, Wang Xiangchi slowly opened his weary eyes.

"Finally back, Fourth Junior Brother. Long time no see," Wang Xiangchi said to the person sitting in the room.

"Was there anything regrettable in the Cycle of Rebirth?" Li Xingci asked.

"While my swordsmanship echoed through the world, I had a lifetime partner; I have no regrets," Wang Xiangchi replied. Although the Cycle of Rebirth was beautiful, everything was an illusion. His greatest regret now was waking up when life was at its most beautiful.

What could have been a perfect second half of life felt increasingly empty in his heart because he knew it was all an illusion.

He would never forget that little girl from the barren village who practiced swordsmanship with him.

"Qingyuan Brother, I want to marry you in the future." A promise that lasted a lifetime.

In the Cycle of Rebirth, he practiced swordsmanship as a child, became famous in youth, entered the Dao with a sword at thirty, and became renowned throughout the world at forty.

That year, when the Northern Wilderness Tribe invaded, he single-handedly held back a million-strong army, preventing them from crossing the Thunder Pool, and was crowned the number one swordsmanship master in the world.

This life was smooth sailing, with a childhood sweetheart by his side.

At fifty, he awakened the memories of his true self, and for the next thirty years, there were no wars. He traveled across mountains and rivers with his beloved.

"Qingyuan Brother, with you in this life, I am the happiest woman in the world."

The moment his beloved closed her eyes, he too woke up from the Cycle of Rebirth.

"Junior brother, what is the name of this cycle?"

"Cycle of Rebirth: The First Life: Love."

"Fourth Junior Brother, thank you."