Chapter 29 Part 1
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Chapter 29: When the Broken Sword Is Reforged (1)
Yu Ying’s eyes widened when Bai Lian reached out her hand.
It was the third time.
The night remained boundless.
White drops of water still fell in the dark.
Just as the drops were about to hit the ground, the dazzling white light began to fade.
Yu Ying stopped running.
Was she disappointed?
At least, she was not disappointed this time—not because she expected this outcome, but because she no longer intended to waste time searching for a master for the sword.
She had made up her mind. She would leave Heluo and go to the Duxian Sect, where Bai Lian was.
There, she wouldn’t need to look up at the endless night; she could always bask in Bai Lian’s warmth.
Without desires, there would be no disappointments.
Yu Ying smiled, waiting for the light to vanish in the vast night.
But then, she heard Bai Lian’s voice.
It felt as though the words came from deep within her soul.
“The night will have an end.”
“?”
Yu Ying didn’t understand what that meant.
When she looked around, the scene in front of her shattered.
In that moment, it was as though she had returned to reality.
Helplessly, she watched as Bai Lian grabbed the rusty sword and stabbed it towards her with an indifferent expression.
What was happening?
Yu Ying was more confused than scared.
Why was Bai Lian attacking her with the sword?
Yu Ying tried to resist, but she realized she had lost control of her body.
It was too late.
Before she could fully comprehend, the rusty sword had already pierced her body.
Her clothes were torn.
Her skin and flesh were pierced.
Her bones shattered.
Her heart broke.
And suddenly, a blazing flame erupted!
“Can a person live without a heart?”
Perhaps.
Yu Ying could feel the sword stirring inside her, yet she felt no pain, as if all of this were just an illusion.
She looked down.
Blood sprayed from the wound, some of it splashing onto Bai Lian’s face.
When she was stabbed, Yu Ying realized just how fierce the sword was.
Her face turned pale.
Even though she didn’t feel the pain, fear gripped her.
She was only a cultivator at the Foundation Establishment Stage. How could she survive such an attack under normal circumstances?
Moments later, Yu Ying heard Bai Lian’s voice again, echoing in her soul.
“It will get better soon.”
The voice was as gentle as a spring breeze.
Bai Lian gently raised her hands, placing them one after the other on the hilt of the sword.
Yu Ying no longer felt cold, nor did she feel fear. The warmth radiating from the sword comforted her like soaking in a hot spring.
“I…”
She murmured softly before collapsing into Bai Lian’s arms.
Bai Lian gently stroked her head and said, “This is what you need. I don’t want you to fall into the Dragon’s Rage one day. As for whether you want to accept all of this, the choice is yours. I’ll wait for you to return.”
There was still blood on Bai Lian’s cheek, but she didn’t mind at all, for it was the blood of the Fourth Younger Martial Sister.
Bai Lian thought back to the story from the game.
In the game, the Fourth Martial Sister lost her sword, but she didn’t lose her strength.
Though the keepsake was gone, her blessing remained.
On the brink of death, the Fourth Younger Martial Sister activated the Original Dragon’s blessing within her body and walked back from the brink of the netherworld.
But the Original Dragon’s blessing wasn’t so easy to bear.
If not properly guided, the blessing would transform into the Dragon’s Rage, twisting her will while giving her great power.
And so, a gentle and polite girl could eventually become a “Cannibal.”
Was that truly good?
Of course not.
This was why Bai Lian was relieved that the sword still existed.
Without it, she would always fear the Fourth Younger Martial Sister being consumed by the Dragon’s Rage at any moment.
The game’s character description told Bai Lian that the way to break the Fourth Martial Sister’s heart defense was to pierce her heart with a sword.
And so, Bai Lian made her decision.
Let the rusty sword recognize her as its master?
Bai Lian had her own way, and she had already resolved that, even if it meant her death, she would never steal her younger Martial Sister’s treasures.
She was the support of Qiongming Peak!
As an “Elder,” how could she bear to harm them?
“A temporary pain is a cushion for future happiness. Younger Martial Sister, you must hold on!”
Bai Lian closed her eyes and silently prayed. She was prepared to use Thousands of Flowers to save the Fourth Martial Sister if she gave up the rusty sword.
—
When Yu Ying opened her eyes again, she found herself back in the long night.
Am I dead?
She quickly dismissed the thought.
She wasn’t dead. She had simply come to live alongside the boundless night.
The white light that had been fading condensed into a sphere and hung above her head.
“The Eternal Bright Lamp!”
Yu Ying’s eyes widened.
The familiar sight made her suddenly recall long-forgotten memories.
At the age of twelve, in front of her bed, she had followed the rusty sword into the long night for the first time. Back then, a lamp like this had hung above her head.
But with her mother’s death, the lamp had never appeared again.
Yu Ying remembered what Bai Lian had told her:
“You are the one whose heart is truly like clear glass!”
So, it turned out that the swordmaster she had been searching for had always been herself!
It was she who had forgotten her past.
It was she who had denied herself.
Yu Ying pursed her lips and remained silent.
From that moment on, it felt as if the world had shifted.
The road beneath her feet stretched further as she walked, and the sound of wind began to rise in the endless night.
Along the road, memories began to surface.
Yu Ying continued forward, and one memory after another unfolded in her mind.
Since ancient times, long before paper had been invented, the descendants of Canglong Garden had begun to look for a master for this sword.
However, as generations passed, the sword owner didn’t show up, and the broken sword, which was once radiant with divine light rusted under the flow of the river of time.
The turn occurred 17 years ago.
A loud cry startled both the Canglong Garden and the sleeping rusty sword.
The swordmaster appeared!
