The Golden Elixir is A Star, and You Call This Cultivation? -
Chapter 1421 - 613: I Feel Like You’re Familiar 2
Chapter 1421: Chapter 613: I Feel Like You’re Familiar 2
Peach-red petals were scattered all over the ground.
The branches were thin and bent, like a simple brushstroke in an ink-wash landscape painting, the twigs slender.
A burly man held his chest, with fresh blood gurgling, staining the ground blood-red.
A ferocious expression was on his face: "Sword Disciple, no matter how strong your Talent for Sword Dao, you will never be able to find the murderer of Duke Extinction Mansion in this lifetime... you will never be able to seek revenge."
After saying this, the burly man breathed his last.
But before his death, his face still bore a look of mockery.
Beside him, Commandery Princess An Yang, seeing this, wore a look of sympathy: "Senior Sword Disciple, the clue is broken again."
Though Sword Disciple was actually a few years younger than her, staying by his side made her feel as if she was next to a huge block of ice.
Despite his handsome face and robust figure, she couldn’t muster any desire, fearing she might be killed by his sword.
Sword Disciple remained silent.
Seeing this, Commandery Princess An Yang continued: "Could it be... the murderer is from another country?"
That was her only guess.
"I’m leaving." After saying that, Sword Disciple vanished from sight.
Commandery Princess An Yang watched Sword Disciple’s silhouette, bit her lip, wishing to follow him, but eventually gave up.
Beside her, a guard said: "Princess, shall we keep Sword Disciple here? With his help, why worry that great accomplishments cannot be achieved?"
Commandery Princess An Yang shook her head: "Feilai Country... is not the place for him."
Commandery Princess An Yang spoke quickly, and following this, Sword Disciple covered Feilai Country on foot.
He continued to seek the murderer responsible for the tragic annihilating incident, as well as to find his sister.
Unfortunately, despite traveling all around Feilai Country, even heading to Aoxiong Country, south to Sky Sea Desert, north to Earth Snow Mountain, he still found no trace of his enemy.
These foes, it was as if they had appeared out of thin air, disappearing without a trace after killing everyone in Marquis Mansion.
A cold wind blew fiercely, chilling to the bone.
Sword Disciple, carrying a broken sword, walked alone in the vast snowy landscape.
The world was vast, he was utterly alone.
At that moment, Sword Disciple suddenly stopped, looking towards the southwest.
Five hundred meters away, orange-red flames flickered amidst faint wisps of smoke.
A woman clad in a fox fur coat sat on the snowy ground, her eyebrows were like a painting, and her lips exhaled white breath.
Her red cloak was fastened on the outside, her delicate and fair hands rubbed together, raising her eyebrows as she looked at Sword Disciple: "Care to come and warm yourself by the fire?"
Sword Disciple stared at the woman, feeling an inexplicable significance.
"What’s your name?" asked the woman in the fox fur coat.
"Sword Disciple." Sword Disciple was sparing with his words.
"A name well-suited to its bearer, a good name." The woman in the fox fur laughed, reminiscent of Meizi, "How about you take me as your master, I can give you what you want."
Sword Disciple was silent for a moment.
It seemed he was pondering.
But for him, devoid of emotions, even thinking was difficult.
Only the sword in his hand was his most trusted companion.
"Revenge, and... finding your sister." The woman in the fox fur coat chuckled lightly, seemingly cold, she rubbed her hands again, "Wandering around here, you’ll never find them in this lifetime."
"Alright." Sword Disciple agreed, "Greetings, Master."
He might have no emotions, but that didn’t mean he was a fool.
The woman in the fox fur’s smile deepened as she looked at the handsome young man, softly saying: "I feel... you seem familiar."
Sword Disciple remained silent.
"Have we... met before?" the woman in the fox fur continued to speak.
She seemed to be quite talkative.
Perhaps, she was used to being alone, and it was rare to see someone, so she talked more.
Sword Disciple didn’t respond.
Silence was his answer.
At that moment, the woman in the fox fur stood up.
Snowflakes scattered from her clothes, falling to the ground.
Her figure was quite slender, somewhat like a delicate bamboo shoot, yet curvaceous where it mattered, embodying a certain mature charm.
She clapped her hands, snow scattering: "Let me introduce myself, Wu Shi."
Sword Disciple silently noted this name in his mind.
Wu Shi.
For some reason, the name seemed familiar to him; perhaps he had heard it somewhere before.
"Hehe, I never expected I, Wu Shi, would have a disciple too, I should make good use of this," Wu Shi looked at Sword Disciple, her eyes gleaming with pleasure, "Come, disciple, make a meal for your master, it’s been a long time since I had a full meal."
Indeed, it had been a long time.
She couldn’t even remember how long it had been since she had last eaten.
"What shall we eat?" asked Sword Disciple in a deep voice.
"Um... fish," replied Wu Shi as she seemed lost in memories, her gaze distant.
"Alright." Sword Disciple spoke, and without looking back, he left.
"Hey!" Wu Shi shouted into the air, "Shouldn’t you ask your master why she reminisces, why she wants fish, don’t you want to hear the story behind it?"
"I don’t want to."
Sword Disciple’s voice was ice-cold, devoid of any emotion.
"Humph." Wu Shi snorted, not getting angry, her fair hand placed on the flames.
Perhaps because her skin was overly fair, her palms seemed somewhat translucent and glistening under the firelight.
The fish was quickly caught, and as Sword Disciple grilled the fish, the fragrance of fish wafted through the air occasionally.
Despite not adding any spices, Wu Shi caught no trace of fishiness, her taste buds stirred after a long absence.
With her palm supporting her face, she watched Sword Disciple, lost in thought: "You’re really good at this."
Those fox-like peach blossom eyes always seemed expressive.
Unfortunately, Sword Disciple was devoid of emotions.
He knew not what passion was.
"I appoint you as... Head of the Cooking Department, Personal Chef."
Wu Shi spoke as she picked up the fish, enjoying it deliciously.
"Not bad, your cooking skills are great."
"It’s been so long since I had something so delicious, so satisfying."
"But I can’t eat anymore, I’ll start developing a little belly."
Wu Shi was gluttonous, but she was always careful about her proportions.
Sword Disciple watched Wu Shi finish eating, then he spoke: "Revenge, sister."
His voice was as usual, stiff and cold.
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