Chapter 613: I Feel Like I Know You

Chapter 613: I Feel Like I Know You

Cherry blossom petals scattered across the ground, creating a picturesque scene.

The slender peach branch, like a simple ink painting with a few strokes, curved gracefully.

A muscular man clutched his chest, blood flowing from his wound, staining the ground.

His face contorted in agony, he spoke with a sinister expression, "Sword Disciple, no matter how strong your innate talent in the sword path is, you will never find the murderer of the Marquis of Annihilation's Manor in this lifetime. You will never have your revenge."

The man's words trailed off as he succumbed to his injuries and died.

Even in death, a mocking smile remained on his face.

Princess Anyang, standing nearby, witnessed this and couldn't bear the sight. She said with a heavy heart, "Sword Disciple, another clue has been lost."

Despite being a few years younger than the Sword Disciple, she felt like she was accompanying a massive ice block whenever she was around him.

His face was so handsome, and his body was robust, but she couldn't bring herself to feel any desire for him, fearing that he might strike her down with a single sword strike.

The Sword Disciple remained silent.

Princess Anyang continued, "Could it be... the murderer is from another kingdom?"

This was the only guess she could make.

"I'm leaving," the Sword Disciple said, and his figure disappeared.

Princess Anyang watched his departing figure, biting her lip. She wanted to chase after him but ultimately gave up.

A guard by her side suggested, "Princess, should we keep the Sword Disciple here? With his help, we can accomplish great things."

Princess Anyang shook her head. "Feilai Kingdom... is not where he belongs."

Princess Anyang spoke quickly, and in the following days, the Sword Disciple traversed Feilai Kingdom on foot.

He continued his search for the murderer responsible for the massacre at the Marquis Manor and for his sister.

Unfortunately, even after searching throughout Feilai Kingdom, venturing to Aoxiong Kingdom, the Heavenly Sea Desert in the south, and the Earth Snow Mountain in the north, he still couldn't find any trace of his enemies.

Those enemies seemed to have appeared out of thin air, committed the massacre, and then vanished without a trace.

A biting cold wind blew, chilling to the bone.

The Sword Disciple carried a broken sword on his back as he walked alone through the vast snowy land.

The vastness of the world surrounded him, and he stood alone.

At that moment, the Sword Disciple suddenly stopped in his tracks and looked towards the southwest.

About 500 meters away, orange flames danced, accompanied by a faint mist.

A woman in a fox fur coat sat on the snowy ground, her eyebrows painted like a work of art, and her lips exhaled white breath.

She had a red cape draped over her, and her slender, fair hands rubbed together as she glanced at the Sword Disciple with a raised eyebrow. "Want to warm yourself by the fire?"

The Sword Disciple stared at the woman, sensing an inexplicable aura.

"What's your name?" the woman in the fox fur coat asked.

"Sword Disciple," he replied, valuing his words like gold.

"A person's name reflects their nature. It's a good name," the woman in the fox fur coat smiled, exuding a seductive charm like a fox spirit. "Want to pay respect to me as your teacher? I can give you what you desire."

The Sword Disciple remained silent for a moment, deep in thought.

Without emotions, even thinking became a challenge for him.

Only the sword in his hand was something he truly trusted.

"Revenge, and..." the woman in the fox fur coat laughed lightly, her voice carrying a hint of coldness. She rubbed her hands together again. "You'll never find them by wandering around here. You'll search for a lifetime and never find them."

"Okay," the Sword Disciple agreed. "I pay my respects to my teacher."

Though devoid of emotions, he wasn't foolish.

The woman's smile widened as she looked at the handsome young man. "I feel... like I know you," she said softly.

The Sword Disciple remained silent.

"Have we... met before?" the woman in the fox fur coat continued.

Perhaps she was a chatterbox, or maybe she was used to being alone, and the sight of another person made her talkative.

The Sword Disciple said nothing.

His silence spoke volumes.

At that moment, the woman in the fox fur coat stood up, causing the snow piled on her clothes to fall to the ground.

Her figure was slender, resembling a delicate bamboo shoot, but with curves in all the right places, giving her a mature and alluring aura.

She clapped her hands, causing the snow to scatter. "Allow me to introduce myself. I'm Wu Shi."

Hearing this, the Sword Disciple silently memorized the name.

Shi.

Oddly, he also felt like he knew the name, as if he had heard it before.

"Haha, I, Shi, now have a disciple. I must make good use of you," Shi said, looking at the Sword Disciple with a fox-like charm in her eyes. "Come, my disciple, make a meal for your teacher. I haven't had a good meal in a long time."

It had indeed been a long time.

She couldn't even remember when she last ate.

"What do you want to eat?" the Sword Disciple asked in a deep voice.

"Hmm... fish," Shi replied, seemingly lost in thought, her eyes distant.

"Okay," the Sword Disciple said, not even turning back as he left.

"Hey!" Shi called out to the air, "You should ask your teacher why she wants to recall the past, why she wants to eat fish. Don't you want to hear the story behind it?"

"No," the Sword Disciple replied, his voice cold and devoid of emotion.

"Hmph!" Shi let out a cold snort but didn't seem angry. She placed her fair hand on the flames.

Perhaps it was her snow-white skin, or maybe it was the flames that made her palms appear translucent and slightly flushed.

The fish was quickly caught, and Jian Tu began roasting it, filling the air with a mouth-watering aroma.

Despite the lack of seasonings, Wu Shi didn't detect any fishy smell, and her taste buds, long dormant, stirred with anticipation.

Resting her hands on her face, she stared at Jian Tu in a daze, seemingly lost in memories: "You're quite the cook."

Her peach blossom eyes, like those of a vixen, exuded deep affection for everyone she looked at.

Unfortunately, Jian Tu was devoid of emotions.

He didn't even know what deep affection meant.

"I hereby appoint you as... the Grand Manager of Cooking, my personal chef."

As Wu Shi spoke, she picked up the fish and began eating with relish.

"Not bad, your cooking skills are excellent."

"It's been ages since I've eaten something so fragrant and filling."

"But I can't eat too much; I'll get a potbelly."

Although Wu Shi loved to eat, she was mindful of her limits.

Jian Tu watched as Wu Shi finished eating, then spoke: "Revenge, sister."

His voice was as cold and rigid as ever.

Looking at Jian Tu's handsome face, Wu Shi said, "You're so cold and icy, can't you smile?"

Jian Tu remained silent for a moment before finally managing a smile.

"Forget it, don't smile then." Wu Shi exhaled a white breath, "The Marquis Manor has faced two assassination attempts. The first one occurred when you were born, but due to a heavenly anomaly, those assassins died."

"Later, there was a second assassination attempt."

Wu Shi kept observing Jian Tu's reactions.

Unfortunately, Jian Tu remained silent, showing no reaction.

"Identity." Jian Tu was as tight-lipped as ever.

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

Jian Tu had never heard of this name.

"It's normal that you don't know them; they're not from Yunmeng Mountain."

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

"Yunmeng Mountain is ten million light-years high."

"But Yunmeng Mountain is just a small hill."

Wu Shi continued, "The Nine Heavens Divine Palace's target is your sister. Initially, they might have received a request from a client to kill your sister before she was even born."

"However, they later got a new client who wanted your sister alive."

As Wu Shi spoke, she kept observing Jian Tu's reactions.

But Jian Tu remained silent, not saying a word.

"Hey, aren't you curious why they want to kill your sister and then take her alive? If you ask me, I'll tell you." Wu Shi narrowed her eyes, her gaze becoming even more affectionate, like a vixen.

"That doesn't matter; I only need to take revenge and kill them all. Finding my sister is all that matters." Jian Tu replied.

"So, you can actually say more than ten words in one breath?" Wu Shi said with a smile, "But the Nine Heavens Divine Palace is not as easy to deal with as you think. There are plenty of Daoist Gods inside, and you, with your exceptional talent in the Sword Dao, can't even get out of Yunmeng Mountain. How can you talk about revenge?"

Jian Tu remained silent, simply holding his sword.

"I'm your master; I'll naturally make decisions for you. You just focus on cooking for me, and I'll teach you to become stronger."

"Alright."

On this snowy day, Jian Tu gained a master, and Wu Shi gained a disciple.

The snow on Yunmeng Mountain seemed to fall even heavier.

Sword lights crisscrossed the sky, seemingly piercing through the heavens.

[By accepting Wu Shi as your master, your life's trajectory has changed.]



[In this 1619 book, there's no mistake in reading!]



[Wu Shi is naturally quiet and doesn't like to socialize, so you've become her sharpest sword.]



[Your strength grows, and your realm ascends; you are getting closer and closer to the Nine Heavens Divine Palace.]



[After thousands of years, you've conquered and unified Yunmeng Mountain, establishing the Yunmeng Palace.]



"Defeating the Nine Heavens Divine Palace is not something you can do alone."

In the snow, plum blossoms scattered, and Wu Shi sat regally on her throne.

Below, there were 9,999 steps, the distance between the two, illuminated by the warm orange glow of lanterns amidst the falling snow, creating a scene both cozy and desolate.

Jian Tu, clad in black, had deep-set eyes and a handsome face. He held his sword like an unparalleled Sword God.

"When will it be enough?" Jian Tu asked.

Wu Shi narrowed her eyes, her smile enchanting, "When your sword can cut me down... that will be enough."

Jian Tu remained silent.

On the throne, Wu Shi continued, "The background of the Nine Heavens Divine Palace is far more complex than it seems. The business they're in is huge, the biggest in the world."

Wu Shi continued, a hint of loneliness in her voice, "Have you heard of the True Spirit Rebirth Technique?"

Jian Tu shook his head.

"That's also their doing."

"There are Three Disasters and Three Tribulations in this world, and it's incredibly difficult to pass through them."

"Yes, one gives birth to two, two gives birth to all things. In this world, all sentient beings can be categorized into three types."

In the beginning, there existed the Yang Plane, the origin and the orthodoxy, where various innate spirits dwelled.

The second was the Rebirth Plane, a transitional realm.

The third was the Yin Plane, where life and death intertwined.

Within these three planes, if one searched carefully, they might find their counterparts in the other worlds.

Here, in the Rebirth Plane, was where the transition occurred.

"My dear disciple, you might have your counterparts in the Yang and Yin Planes, or perhaps even another you."

"Hmm... He's not you, but he can help you avoid the Three Disasters and Three Tribulations."

The three planes were distinct from one another.

The Yang Plane, the origin, was where various innate spirits resided.

Here, everyone was like a god.

The Rebirth Plane served as a transit station. Those from the Yang Plane could descend, while those from the Yin Plane could use the True Spirit Rebirth Technique to arrive.

As for the Yin Plane, it was the third of the Three Births, and resources were scarce. Various treasures were lacking, and Transcendent Factors were thin.

Thus, the path to Transcendence within this realm was especially challenging.

"Your sister, who came from the Yin Plane, had her life purchased by a Daoist God." Wu Shi spoke calmly.

Hearing this, the Sword Disciple gripped his sword hilt tighter, "I must practice my sword skills."

"Don't practice, let's eat fish together. It's been a long time since I've had your cooking." Wu Shi's face showed anticipation.

In response, she coldly said, "Practice your sword skills."

High upon the towering palace, Wu Shi observed the slender figure's coughing, "I never thought that after so many years, my injuries... still haven't healed."

The deep red blood stained the snow.

"My sword is not strong enough."

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

Within the Yunmeng Palace, he held great prestige, revered like a God of Slaughter, and was also known as the Sword Obsessive.

At this moment, whispers sounded from the side.

"Alas, the Yunmeng Palace was built by the Great Swordsman, but why is the Palace Master that woman?"

"Hmph, that woman has ambitions, but she's just using the Great Swordsman!"

"The Great Swordsman is merely her sword."

The Sword Disciple paused in his dance, glancing at the distant whispering crowd, "She is my master."

On the mountain peak, Wu Shi listened, covering her mouth and smiling seductively, "My disciple, you're still concerned about me."

Time passed, and ten thousand years went by.

Wu Shi stood tall, her face carrying a cold smile, and her smile was especially icy.

The Sword Disciple stood before her like a sword.

"Ten Thousand Mountains have been pacified, and the Mysterious Void is now the Yunmeng Palace's greatest power." The Sword Disciple spoke calmly.

Behind him, over ten Daoist Gods watched, their eyes filled with deep reverence.

Over these ten thousand years, the Sword Disciple had built a vast empire on Yunmeng Mountain with his sword.

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

The Sword Disciple's expression remained blank, but his heart seemed to carry the world.

He never killed the innocent.

His sword only slew those who deserved it.

This made the Daoist Gods behind him admire and sigh.

Clearly a God of Slaughter, yet he was so righteous.

"Not bad, my disciple, you've helped me build such a grand empire. As a reward, you can have dinner with me tonight." Wu Shi smiled.

However, these Daoist Gods couldn't tell if she was genuinely happy.

The master of the Yunmeng Palace was shrouded in mystery, and few had witnessed her in action.

They only knew that her strength was formidable.

"I want to practice my sword skills." The Sword Disciple looked deeply into Wu Shi's eyes.

At this time, he was not yet Wu Shi's match, and he couldn't seek trouble from the Nine Heavens Divine Gate, nor could he take revenge.

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

She seemed truly angry.

The surrounding Daoist Gods felt as if they had fallen into an ice cellar.

They realized what was happening and quickly retreated.

On the mountain peak, only the master and disciple remained.

Wu Shi's icy demeanor softened, "There were many people around, and my master also values face."

Her words became especially gentle.

"I'm hungry." Wu Shi pouted, lacking energy, "You've been away for so many years, and I haven't had your cooking in a long time."

Her words seemed to linger in her memories.

"I especially miss the past. Back then, I wasn't the Palace Master of Yunmeng, and you..."

"We ate well every day, slept well, and woke up to eat. Unfortunately... everything is gone now."

She had always been a glutton, and she was especially fond of food.

But other than the Sword Disciple's cooking, she wouldn't eat anything else.

Perhaps her taste had been influenced by the Sword Disciple.

Wu Shi's eyes finally showed a smile as she watched her disciple's back, a sight that seemed to last ten thousand years.

She seemed to realize something and murmured, "Do you not have a heart?"

She covered her chest, which was empty.

(End of Chapter)

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