WVKWnovel Chapter 613: I Feel Like You’re Familiar
Chapter 613: I Feel Like You’re Familiar
Peach petals scattered across the ground.
The slender branches of the peach tree curved delicately, resembling a simple ink painting of a landscape, with thin, spindly branches.
A burly man clutched his chest, blood streaming down, staining the ground.
His face was twisted with a fierce expression: "Sword Disciple, no matter how strong your swordsmanship talent is, you will never find the culprits who annihilated the Marquis's mansion. You will never get your revenge."
With these words, the burly man breathed his last.
But before he died, his face still bore a mocking smile.
Beside him, Princess Anyang watched with a look of pity: "Sword Disciple, the trail has gone cold again."
Although Sword Disciple was younger than her by a few years, being near him felt like standing next to a block of ice.
Despite his handsome face and strong build, she felt no attraction, only fear that she might be cut down by his sword.
Sword Disciple remained silent.
Princess Anyang continued, "Could it be... that the culprits are from another kingdom?"
This was the only guess she could make.
"I'm leaving," Sword Disciple said, and with that, his figure vanished.
Princess Anyang watched his retreating figure, biting her lip. She wanted to chase after him but ultimately gave up.
Beside her, a guard spoke up: "Princess, should we try to keep Sword Disciple? With his help, achieving our grand ambitions would be effortless."
Princess Anyang shook her head: "The Kingdom of Feilai... is not where he belongs."
Princess Anyang spoke quickly. In the following days, Sword Disciple traversed the Kingdom of Feilai on foot.
He continued
As for the Yin Realm, it is the 'Three' that begets all things. Resources are scarce, treasures are rare, and the essence of transcendence is thin.
Thus, the path to transcendence for its inhabitants is exceptionally difficult.
"Your sister came from the Yin Realm. Her life was bought by a Dao God," Wu Shi said calmly.
Hearing this, Sword Disciple tightened his grip on his sword: "I will go practice my sword."
"Don't practice. Come eat fish with me. It's been a long time since I've had your fish," Wu Shi said, her face filled with anticipation.
The response she received was a cold "Practice."
On the towering palace, Wu Shi watched the slender figure, occasionally coughing: "I never thought that after all these years, my injuries... still haven't healed."
Bright red blood fell to the ground, staining the pear blossoms and snow.
...
"My sword is still not strong enough."
In the snowy wilderness, Sword Disciple practiced his sword.
Within the Cloud Dream Palace, his prestige was high. He was known as the God of Slaughter and the Sword Fanatic.
At that moment, whispers could be heard nearby.
"Sigh, the Cloud Dream Palace was built by Sword Disciple's efforts, so why is that woman the palace master?"
"Hmph, that woman is ambitious. She's just using Sword Disciple!"
"Sword Disciple is nothing more than a sword in her hand."
Hearing this, Sword Disciple stopped his sword practice. He looked at the distant figures whispering and said coldly, "She is my master."
At the mountain peak, Wu Shi heard this and couldn't help but cover her mouth, her fox-like eyes filled with laughter: "My disciple still cares about me."
Time flowed, and another 100,000 years passed.
Wu Shi sat high above, her smile cold and distant.
Sword Disciple stood before her like a sword.
"The mountains have been conquered. The Cloud Dream Palace is now the greatest power in the Hunxuan Wasteland," Sword Disciple said indifferently.
Behind him, a dozen Dao Gods looked at him with deep respect.
Over these 100,000 years, Sword Disciple had fought battle after battle, building the vast foundation of the Cloud Dream Palace.
He was known as the God of Slaughter, but also as a gentle God of Slaughter.
Though Sword Disciple's face was expressionless, he seemed to care for the world.
He never killed innocents.
His sword only killed those who deserved it.
This earned him the admiration of the Dao Gods behind him, though they also found it somewhat ironic.
A God of Slaughter who was so righteous it was almost sinister.
"Good, disciple. You've helped your master build such a grand foundation. Come, as a reward, you'll dine with me tonight," Wu Shi said with a smile.
However, the Dao Gods couldn't tell if she was truly happy.
The master of the Cloud Dream Palace was mysterious and enigmatic. Few had ever seen her take action.
All they knew was that she must be incredibly powerful.
"I need to practice my sword," Sword Disciple said, giving Wu Shi a deep look.
At his current strength, he was no match for Wu Shi, and thus couldn't seek revenge against the Nine Heavens Divine Palace.
Wu Shi's smile froze, and her voice turned cold: "This is an order."
She seemed genuinely angry.
The surrounding Dao Gods felt as if they had been plunged into an icy abyss.
Realizing what was happening, they quickly excused themselves.
At the mountain peak, only the master and disciple remained.
Wu Shi's icy demeanor melted away: "There were too many people earlier. Your master needs to save face."
Her voice became gentle again.
"Mm," Sword Disciple responded indifferently.
"I'm hungry," Wu Shi said, her face drooping listlessly. "You've been away fighting battles all these years. It's been so long since I've had a meal cooked by you."
As she spoke, she seemed lost in memories.
"I really miss the old days, when I wasn't the master of the Cloud Dream Palace, and you...
We would eat, sleep, wake up, and eat again. But... those days are gone."
She had always been a glutton, especially fond of food.
However, aside from the meals Sword Disciple prepared, she wouldn't eat anything else.
Perhaps her tastes had been spoiled by him.
"I'll cook fish," Sword Disciple said flatly.
Wu Shi's eyes finally lit up with a smile. She looked at her disciple's back, her gaze seemingly spanning millennia.
As if remembering something, she murmured, "Do you even have a heart?"
She placed her hand over her chest, where it felt empty.