The Golden Elixir is A Star, and You Call This Cultivation?
Chapter 1424 - 614 Snow Fall_2

Chapter 1424: Chapter 614 Snow Fall_2

Wu Shi finished speaking and her figure vanished into thin air.

Alone left the Sword Disciple and his sister.

The sister said she lived well in the Nine Heavens Divine Palace; those who had slain their family in the Marquis Mansion were all dead.

The sister kept talking about her past, and the Sword Disciple listened quietly.

It seemed the sister had great patience, not losing her desire to share even with the Sword Disciple’s cold reaction, chattering on.

Finally, the Sword Disciple looked at his beautiful sister and gently said, "From now on, I will protect you."

These were three sentences etched in his heart.

It was the existence of these three sentences, like anchors, that kept him from losing himself in the slaughter, in the sword.

"I like brother the most." The girl seemed thrilled, hugging the Sword Disciple’s arm with her full bosom pressed against him, realizing something, she quickly let go, her face flushing red.

Yunmeng Mountain Peak.

Snow gathered in clumps.

The cold woman in red couldn’t help but curse inwardly, "Scheming girl."

She had no problem with the Sword Disciple’s sister, it was more that she simply found her unpleasant.

She really wanted to slash her with her sword.

However, she was the one her disciple was protecting.

She looked at the clouds and snowflakes below.

"Bring Yu Jiao here... Never mind."

At once, Wu Shi waved her sleeve, and the clouds dispersed.

She had more important things to do.

...

Years passed by in the blink of an eye, eons in an instant.

Atop Wangzhou Mountain, several mysterious figures stood tall.

"Yunmeng Palace Master’s origin is a mystery; who exactly is she?"

"What a pity, with Sword Slaughter there, none of us have seen her in action; we don’t know her true strength, how many calamities she has passed."

"The identity of that Sword Disciple is somewhat mysterious too."

"The Sword Disciple is of no concern; what we need to worry about is the Yunmeng Palace Master; she is very enigmatic."

"What does mystery matter? As long as they don’t provoke us, their mysteries will cease to exist."

"Strong as the Sword Disciple may be, he’s only comparable to someone who has passed one calamity; ha, today he even dared to barge into the Nine Heavens Divine Palace, he’s truly seeking death."

"How’s Yu Jiao doing with capturing the Sword Disciple?"

"If the Sword Disciple could be used by us, we’d stand a much greater chance against the Yunmeng Palace Master."

"Yu Jiao said, the Sword Disciple is uninterested in the worldly pleasures, it seems there’s nothing in this world he cares about."

"Doesn’t he care about her?"

"Tell her to hurry up and capture the Sword Disciple."

At this level, gender, morality, and emotions don’t count for much.

In their view, the Sword Disciple has a weakness, which is his obsession.

The sister, that is his obsession, his weakness.

...

In the palace, fiery red maple leaves fell to the ground.

"Cough cough..." The Sword Disciple coughed, his voice echoing in the empty palace.

"Brother, I’m here to see you."

Yu Jiao, wearing a light gauze dress, hugged the Sword Disciple from behind, her brows furrowed in pained affection.

"Hmm." The Sword Disciple responded indifferently.

This rash venture into the Nine Heavens Divine Palace had left the Sword Disciple with serious injuries.

"The Palace Master... She’s still in Yunmeng Palace." Yu Jiao’s voice carried an undertone as if drifting along her chest.

Seeing no reaction from the Sword Disciple, Yu Jiao continued, "I am indeed instigating, I just dislike her, brother serves her and gets so badly injured, yet she doesn’t even care to visit brother."

Yu Jiao grew more agitated as she spoke, apparently dissatisfied with Wu Shi.

The Sword Disciple’s gaze was calm: "She is my master."

What does the master want to do?

He didn’t know.

Whether his master cared about him or not, it wasn’t important.

At that moment, Yu Jiao’s hand seemed to intentionally move downwards, a flush emerging on Xue Yan’s face.

"I need to practice my sword." The Sword Disciple said blandly.

Yu Jiao paused, her expression startled, and she stomped her foot in frustration as she left.

In the palace, only the Sword Disciple remained.

His face showed neither sadness nor joy, and his voice was mechanical.

"How... can I become stronger?"

This was also one of the three sentences.

His sword kept swinging, the Great Dao shattered and then reformed.

His strength was constantly improving.

Unfortunately, he always felt the progress was too slow.

After an unknown amount of time, a Tao God came.

"Sword Slaughter, the Palace Master has ordered you to wipe out Tianyuan Ruins."

He was the Sword Disciple, but everyone called him Sword Slaughter.

The Tao God’s expression showed hesitation, apparently sympathizing with the Sword Disciple’s unworthiness.

"Oh," the Sword Disciple said flatly.

The Tao God bowed his head, finally saying, "My lord, you are still injured, waging war so rashly... I fear."

By saying so, the Tao God expressed his resentment.

"Yunmeng Palace spans two ruins, this foundation is all built by you, layer by layer.

Has the Yunmeng Palace Master ever shed a drop of blood, ever exerted any effort?" The more the Dao Lord spoke, the more agitated he became, and in the end, he looked at the Sword Disciple, "If Sword Disciple lord wishes, we... are all willing to serve the Sword Disciple lord as the master, with the Sword Disciple at the helm of Yunmeng Palace."

This was also the sentiment of the other Tao Gods.

After all, the contributions of the Sword Disciple were plain to see.

And Wu Shi?

She was just reaping the benefits.

The Sword Disciple listened calmly, seemingly indifferent to whether he took their words to heart.

"I’ll go see the master."

He had some questions for his master.

Space shifted, a step from autumn to winter.

The big red maple leaves turned into snow white.

On Yunmeng Palace, Wu Shi in her red attire seemed to be muttering to herself.

Snow continued to fall on Yunmeng Mountain Peak, unceasingly.

Year after year the snow fell, the snowflakes getting smaller.

The heavens and earth were vast and hazy.

At this point, Wu Shi turned her head to look at someone approaching through the snowstorm.

She revealed a radiant and delicate face.

"You don’t want to wage war on Tianyuan Ruins?" Wu Shi asked softly.

"No."

"What brings you here?"

Looking at Wu Shi, the Sword Disciple had an inexplicable expression.

Decades ago, he thought he could surpass his master.

But as his strength grew, he realized that he understood less and less about Wu Shi.

He couldn’t figure her out.

"With the master’s strength, if you personally took action, it seems Tianyuan Ruins could be quickly subdued; why does the master not act personally?"

The Sword Disciple, drawing on his understanding of Wu Shi, asked the questions the other Tao Gods wondered about.