The Golden Elixir is A Star, and You Call This Cultivation?
Chapter 1422 - 613: I Feel Like You’re Familiar 2_2

Chapter 1422: Chapter 613: I Feel Like You’re Familiar 2_2

Wu Shi looked at the handsome face of the Sword Disciple: "Too cold, can you give a smile?"

The Sword Disciple fell silent for a bit, eventually squeezing out a smile.

"Forget it, better not to smile." Wu Shi spoke, exhaling a puff of white breath, "The Marquis Mansion has encountered assassinations twice, the first time... was when you were born, but due to an unusual phenomenon at birth, those people all died. Later, there was a second assassination."

Wu Shi kept an eye on the Sword Disciple’s reaction.

Regrettably, the Sword Disciple was very silent, showing no response.

"Identity." The Sword Disciple’s words were few and precious.

"They come from... Nine Heavens Divine Palace."

The Sword Disciple had never heard of this name.

"It’s normal that you don’t know, they’re not from Yunmeng Mountain."

"Oh, you don’t know about Yunmeng Mountain either."

"Yunmeng Mountain is a hundred thousand light-years tall."

"But Yunmeng Mountain is just a small hill," Wu Shi said to herself.

"The target of Nine Heavens Divine Palace is your sister."

"At first, they may have received a request from an employer to strangle her before she was born."

"However later, another employer appeared, wanting to take your sister alive."

Wu Shi said, continuously watching the Sword Disciple’s response.

However, the Sword Disciple remained silent as before.

"Hey, don’t you want to ask why they want to kill your sister, and why... they want to take your sister alive? If you ask me, I’ll tell you," Wu Shi squinted her eyes, her gaze becoming more affectionate, like the charm of a fox.

"It’s not important, I just need to take revenge, kill them all, and find my sister." The Sword Disciple replied.

"So you can say more than ten words in one breath?" Wu Shi laughed, "However, Nine Heavens Divine Palace is not something you can destroy just because you want to. Inside... there are many Tao Gods. With just you, your Sword Dao Talent is indeed good, but you can’t even make it out of Yunmeng Mountain, so how can you talk about taking revenge?"

The Sword Disciple remained quiet, simply holding his sword.

"I’m your mentor, naturally, I will make decisions for you.

You just focus on cooking for me every day, and I’ll teach you to become stronger."

"Okay."

On this day, among the snowy fields, the Sword Disciple gained a mentor, and Wu Shi gained a disciple.

The snow on Yunmeng Mountain seemed to fall even heavier.

Sword light crisscrossed, as if piercing through the horizon.

[Swearing Wu Shi as your mentor, the trajectory of your life has changed.]

[Wu Shi is naturally quiet, not fond of making public appearances, thus, you became the sharpest sword under her command.]

[Your strength grew stronger and your realm rose higher, you’re getting closer and closer to the Nine Heavens Divine Palace.]

[A myriad of years have passed, and after battles everywhere, you finally unified Yunmeng Mountain and established Yunmeng Palace.]

"To defeat the Nine Heavens Divine Palace, relying on just yourself is not enough."

Among the snowy fields, with pear blossoms scattered around, Wu Shi sat on the throne.

Below her were nine thousand nine hundred and ninety-nine steps. This was also the distance between the two of them, with the warm glow of amber lights reflecting off the snowflakes, warmth mixed with desolation.

The Sword Disciple, dressed in black, had deep features and beautifully contoured cheeks. He cradled a sword, as if an extraordinary Sword God.

"When will it be enough?" The Sword Disciple asked.

Wu Shi squinted and smiled charmingly, "When your sword is powerful enough to slay me... that will be enough."

The Sword Disciple remained silent.

On the throne, Wu Shi continued, "The background of Nine Heavens Divine Palace is far more complicated than it appears; their business is very large... It can be said to be the biggest business in the world."

Wu Shi spoke to herself, a hint of loneliness in her tone.

"Have you heard of the True Spirit Rebirth Method?" Wu Shi asked.

The Sword Disciple shook his head.

"That is also one of their works."

"There are the Three Calamities and Three Tribulations in the world, and it’s extremely difficult to overcome them."

"But from one comes two, and from two comes three, and from three comes all things. In this world, actually, all realms can be divided into three types.

The first type is one, the beginning, also known as the Yang Realm.

The second type is two, the transition, called the Rebirth Realm.

The third type is three, known as the Yin Realm.

In these three worlds, if one meticulously seeks, perhaps everyone can find their counterpart.

Here, we are in two, the Rebirth Realm.

Dear disciple, maybe in the Yang Realm, and in the Yin Realm, there is another you.

Hmm... He isn’t you, but... you can use him to help you avoid the Three Calamities and Three Tribulations."

The Three Realms are each unique.

The Yang Realm is the beginning, the origin, the rightful place, occupying various Innate Spirits.

Everyone is like a god.

In the Rebirth Realm, it is more like a transit station, where those from the Yang Realm can descend, and beings from the Yin Realm can also come forth using the True Spirit Rebirth Method.

As for the Yin Realm, it is the ’three’ in ’all living things of San Sheng’, where resources are even scarcer, treasures are lacking, and the transcendent factor is weak.

Therefore, the path to transcendence for beings within is exceptionally difficult.

"Your sister, she comes from the Yin Realm, and her life was bought by a Tao God," Wu Shi said calmly.

Upon hearing this, the Sword Disciple gripped the sword hilt even tighter: "I will go practice my sword."

"Stop practicing, come and eat fish with me, it’s been so long since I’ve had the fish you made," Wu Shi said with a hopeful expression on her face.

The response to her was the cold "practicing the sword."

Atop the towering palace, Wu Shi watched that thin figure, coughing from time to time: "I never thought so many years would pass, my injury... still not healed."

Bright red blood fell to the ground, staining the pear blossoms and snow crimson.

...

"My sword, is still not strong enough."

In the snow, the Sword Disciple danced with his sword.

In Yunmeng Palace, his prestige was high, like a God of Slaughter, and also called a sword-obsessed lunatic.

At that moment, a whispering voice arose nearby.

"Alas, this Yunmeng Palace was clearly founded by Sword Disciple Sir, why is it that the Palace Master is that woman?"

"Hmph, that woman is ambitious, she’s simply using Sword Disciple Sir!"

"Sword Disciple Sir is but a sword in her hand."

At this moment, the Sword Disciple practicing his sword stopped his movements, looking distantly at the people murmuring in secret, he said indifferently: "She is my master."

Upon the mountain peak, Wu Shi heard this and couldn’t help but cover her mouth, her eyes filled with a fox-like smile: "My disciple, still cares about me."

Time flows, and another hundred thousand years pass.

Wu Shi is high and aloof, with a cold smile on her face, her smile extraordinarily serene.

The Sword Disciple stood in front of Wu Shi like a sword.

"All mountains have been leveled, the Hunxuan Ruins, Yunmeng Palace is now the number one power," the Sword Disciple said lightly.

Behind him, a dozen Tao Gods looked at the Sword Disciple with deep reverence in their eyes.

Over these hundred thousand years, Sword Disciple had fought for Yunmeng Mountain with his sword, establishing a vast foundation.

He was known as the God of Slaughter, but also a gentle god of killing.

Though Sword Disciple wore no expression, he seemed to harbor the whole world in his heart.

He never slaughtered the innocent.

The sword only kills those who deserve to die.

This earned him the admiration and sentimentality of the Tao Gods behind him.

Clearly a God of Slaughter, but righteously deviant.

"Well done, disciple, for helping your master establish such a foundation; come, I reward you with dinner together with your master tonight," Wu Shi smiled.

However, these Tao Gods couldn’t tell if she was truly happy.

The owner of Yunmeng Palace, extraordinarily mystic, rarely seen making a move.

But everyone knew, her strength must be formidable.

"I am going to practice the sword," the Sword Disciple looked deeply at Wu Shi.

Now, he was still no match for Wu Shi, hence could not trouble the Nine Heavens Divine Palace, nor seek revenge.

Wu Shi’s smile froze, her voice turned cold: "This is an order."

She seemed truly angry.

The surrounding Tao Gods felt as if in an ice cellar.

They realized something and excused themselves one after another.

Upon the mountain summit, only this master and disciple pair remained.

The icy aura on Wu Shi’s face dissipated: "There were too many people earlier, the master had to save face."

Her words became exceptionally gentle.

"Mhm," Sword Disciple responded lightly.

"I’m hungry," Wu Shi said with a drooping face, listlessly, "all these years you’ve been waging war away from here, I haven’t had the meals you used to make for so long."

As she spoke, she seemed to fall into reminiscence.

"I especially miss the past, when I wasn’t Yunmeng Palace Master, and you also...

Used to eat until full, then sleep, and eat upon waking, how unfortunate...all can never be returned to."

She was always fond of tasty treats, particularly gluttonous.

However, except for the food made by Sword Disciple, she would not eat.

Perhaps, her tastes were spoiled by Sword Disciple.

"I’ll make fish," Sword Disciple said indifferently.

Finally, a smile appeared in Wu Shi’s eyes; she looked at the back of her disciple, with countless adoring gazes.

She seemed to think of something, murmuring: "Do you have no heart?"

She covered her chest with her hand, where it felt emptily hollow.

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