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Chapter 1139 - Chapter 1139 Chapter 433 The Yellow Bird

Chapter 1139: Chapter 433: The Yellow Bird Chapter 1139: Chapter 433: The Yellow Bird “I expended a lot of effort trying to explain that talent has nothing to do with one’s birth, but looking at Xiu’er’s expression, she seemed somewhat skeptical.”

“This is quite normal, after all, if I didn’t have a pair of eyes that could see the flow of Spiritual Power, even I would be reluctant to believe that the difference between people is really that small.”

“So far, I have not seen a talent exceeding 1.4 in Longxi, and even though the Four Little Saints had bloodline abilities, which allowed us to estimate their talents based on Spiritual Power retroactively, there was still no possibility exceeding 1.5.”

“Yet, such a small difference in innate talent could ultimately lead to a difference in combat strength by dozens or even hundreds of times more. Although this involves various factors such as acquired circumstances, comprehension, and resilience, it also indirectly shows how important it is to cultivate an invincible belief.”

“After all, those who stand out from the crowd from a young age will always possess a rightfully superior mentality. Such a belief, threaded throughout one’s martial career, will blossom into the flower of miracles.”

“After stitching up the wound and wrapping it with gauze, Xiu’er picked up her bloodied old clothes, as the trilling of orioles drifted in from outside the window.”

“Spring has arrived.”

Watching Sister Xiu’er’s expression change suddenly, Tang Luo glanced outside and spoke softly.

“Hmm.”

Xiu’er, who was tidying up the dirty clothes, responded absentmindedly.

“You know, these orioles are quite interesting–such tiny birds with bright feathers, and the forest is full of predators coveting them. Instead of hiding themselves, they choose to sing loudly in early spring, isn’t that courting death?”

As she held the dirty clothes, Sister Xiu’er’s hands clenched tightly, and she forced a faint smile, whispering, “The orioles are everywhere. After the beginning of spring, they start to sing, especially when the wheat turns yellow and the berries ripen. Their melody is smooth, like the sound of a loom. They are birds of the season, an auspicious omen upon hearing their singing.”

“An auspicious omen?” Tang Luo listened attentively and smilingly tilted his head at Xiu’er. “The orioles do sound lively and joyful, but perhaps they are not aware that even though spring has begun, the weather is still fluctuating between warm and cold. The wheat seedlings have just been sown and the mulberries have not yet borne fruit. Isn’t their singing celebration a bit premature?”

Sister Xiu’er’s smile appeared more forced, and she said softly, “The male and female orioles fly together. Despite their frailty, they look out for each other. Perhaps they are happy simply because they can be together.”

“The saying goes, ‘it is better to forget each other than to be dependent on each other,’ and even a flock of orioles cannot rival an eagle,” Tang Luo said, looking at Sister Xiu’er’s bowed head, smiling. “Currently, in Chaochang, food is expensive, and the common folk hunt sparrows to offer to the gods. It’s best for the little orioles to quietly hide away and not chirp.”

“How could the orioles understand that?” Sister Xiu’er raised her head, her smile beaming. “Having family together is happiness. Today, at the start of spring, I’ll go buy some good vegetables to bring back!”

With that, Xiu’er, clutching the dirty clothes, left the room, while Tang Luo’s previously joyful countenance turned incredibly somber.

Oriole singing is nothing unusual, but when the ordinarily disorderly chirping of birds becomes clear and systematic, there must be an issue at hand.

At least, Tang Luo, who had been in seclusion for three years in Aran Mountain, had never heard three identical and repetitive bird calls; even among the same group of birds, their morning songs might seem similar at first listen but upon closer inspection, there are slight differences.”

Therefore, there must be an issue with these orioles choosing this particular time to sing so frenetically.”

When I was in Longxi, I often mingled with Tang Feng, and aside from discussing data integration, we also explored various strange tales and curiosities, like the myriad ways Wind Media communicates.”

I recall Tang Feng mentioning that some particularly formidable Wind Media Agencies might use the calls of animals or the sounds of dripping water and rustling leaves as secret codes for communication.”

So, upon hearing the orioles’ three repeated identical calls, I tested Sister Xiu’er, and sure enough, her subtly changing expression revealed that the oriole calls suddenly entering the room were far more than just a seasonal occurrence.”

“Eager for quick success, it’s downright foolish!”

The thing he worried about most had finally happened, causing Tang Luo to curse out loud, throw off the covers, and, using his coccyx as a pivot, spin to the side of the bed. With two powerful legs planted on the ground, Tang Luo stood up, grabbed a conical hat from the wardrobe, put it on, and casually walked out of the room.

…

Sister Xiu’er, having left Tang Luo’s room, dipped the blood-stained dirty clothes into a bucket of water before leaving the house.

However, she didn’t head to the vegetable market as she had said she would. Instead, she walked towards the secluded alley next to the house, zigzagging for quite a while before stopping in a hidden dead-end alley.

After taking a deep breath, she opened the great doors to the Spirit World Passage. Sunlight poured in, illuminating the originally dark and silent Spirit World Passage, as well as the faces of the people within it–men and women, old and young.

Through the passage, the looks in their eyes met hers, filled with pleasure, respect, gratification, but also disappointment and resentment.

Just like it had once been in Longyuan, still that sense of familiarity. Sister Xiu’er leaped into the dark passage, removed the source of light from the entrance, and slightly nodded to the several leaders.

The crowd parted, leaving a walkway leading towards the unknowable depths.

“The eldest son is waiting for you ahead.”

Xiu’er silently nodded, took a deep breath, and walked alone into the depths.

The number of clan members dwindled and their ages increased, everyone’s gaze following her silhouette, scrutinizing her from a lofty height.

Xiu’er knew that these clan elders had long been dissatisfied with her actions. That they hadn’t called her back for a severe punishment was already taking into account her bloodline of the Yun Clan’s main family; how could she ask for more?

With her head bowed, she walked all the way to the end of the dark passage, so far that she could no longer hear the breathing of the clan members. That’s when Xiu’er saw the quiet chamber around the corner.

A man was caressing the spiritual wall of the Spirit World Passage. Upon noticing her arrival, he turned his head and smiled brightly.

“Little sister, you’ve grown up!”

The man was handsome, with a tall and strong build, a pair of deep-set eyes like investigator’s, and a prominent nose. When he smiled, it seemed as though even the dark passage lit up.

Both had grown up, but the familiar feeling between their brows still told Xiu’er that this man was the elder brother who cherished her.

The sole descendent of the Yun Clan main family, the eldest son of the Yun Family, Yun Ji!

“Yun Xiu greets the family head, please punish me as you see fit.”

Sister Xiu’er kneeled on the ground, her palms pressed together and palms down on the ground, and spoke with emotion.

“What are you doing? Although it’s been ten years, the affection between siblings doesn’t wear away with time. Get up quickly.”

Yun Ji stepped forward, helped Yun Xiu up, and wiped the tears from her face, saying with a smile, “You’re a big girl now, why are you still crying like when you were little? I know that it was somewhat difficult for the elders to assign you, who had just shed your mortal shell, to build an intelligence system in Chaochang ten years ago. Your brother apologizes for that.”

“It’s not that,” Yun Xiu shook her head, tears streaking her face: “The elders aren’t to blame, it was Xiu’er who coveted comfort and failed to meet brother’s expectations, and…and I also lost the Immortal Cloud Whisk Soul. Please punish me, brother.”