Eternal Swordmaster
Chapter 207 - 200 Trace Part 2

Chapter 207: Chapter 200 Trace Part 2

Lin Xin looked indifferently at Xiao Yi, saying nothing.

"If you really have a problem, you should have told me earlier," Dugu Lin’s telepathic message sounded in his ear. "Otherwise, if something happens, I can’t help you!" Her tone contained some frustration, "I told you it would have been good to tell me these things earlier, making now so passive."

Lin Xin’s expression remained unchanged as he replied with telepathy.

"I didn’t know earlier either, no one could have expected this kind of problem. But thanks anyway."

"Thanks for what? If you really want to thank me, how about lending me some money?"

"...."

Lin Xin turned his face away, not looking at her. Did she really think it was easy for him to make money?

"Hey, don’t stop talking just because it’s about money. Seriously, can you lend me some?"

"Did you hear me? I’ve helped you so much and you don’t even give a little? That’s too much!" Dugu Lin became indignant.

Lin Xin simply closed his eyes to rest.

"You this guy!" Dugu Lin gritted her teeth with frustration. "It’s just money, right? Just lending such a small amount and you act so stingy. Are you even a man?!"

Lin Xin felt a little twitch in his forehead.

"I am asking you to lend money because I respect you. Let me tell you, if it were anyone else, I would have stopped serving them long ago! Asking you gives you face," Dugu Lin’s unique theory emerged.

"Then I’m going to rest now," Lin Xin directly spoke to Hua Yunu.

"Please do as you wish, Master just shouldn’t leave the camp," Hua Yunu smiled.

Lin Xin slightly bowed and turned to leave.

Dugu Lin instantly became anxious.

"Hey! Lin! Are you really not going to show any gratitude at all? Hey hey!!"

She looked at the calm and composed back of Lin Xin and felt furious in her heart.

"It’s just lending some money, you’re so ruthless!"

Lin Xin was speechless. Dugu Lin indeed did not ask others for money, but it wasn’t that she looked down on others. Rather, the amount she wanted to borrow was so large that most people would definitely not lend her any. Her acquaintances, having been borrowed from over and over, saw through her and would certainly not lend again.

Only he did, having more money than he knew what to do with, in Dugu Lin’s own words.

Listening to the faintly audible sound of Hua Yunu arranging actions behind him, he didn’t bother about it. As for Dongyue, if everything went as expected, he should have already left.

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At night.

The gentle sound of a flute slowly drifted from a corner on the edge of the camp.

Lin Xin held the flute horizontally, standing alone in the shadows, softly playing. Although there was clearly no one beside him, he occasionally turned and tenderly smiled at his side as if someone was snuggling next to him.

"The Villa Master is playing the flute again," Ouyang Fei leaned in front of her wooden hut, looking at Lin Luo who was carving a wood sculpture, and whispered.

"He has always been like this," Lin Luo still focused on the black tree root in his hands, his small carving knife meticulously detailing.

"All these years later, the madam has been dead so long, yet he still can’t let go?" Ouyang Fei felt somewhat sentimental.

"It’s not that he can’t let go, but the Master..." Lin Luo lifted his head and pointed at his own head, "There’s something wrong here."

"Ah..." The sentimental atmosphere abruptly took a turn as Ouyang Fei glared at him unhappily.

"You just ruined the whole mood, such a killjoy!" she exclaimed.

"Mood? What’s that? Can you eat it?" Lin Luo casually said, "I don’t like the mood, nor do I like emotions; they interfere with my cultivation practice."

"Your dislike doesn’t mean you can suppress or eliminate it," Ouyang Fei casually remarked.

"I am trying," Lin Luo earnestly answered.

"What on earth are you thinking in your head?" Ouyang Fei was at a loss for words, the two having bonded over the days, becoming more casual in their conversations.

Lin Luo seriously thought for a moment.

"I am thinking, if people could abandon their emotions and act solely for their goals, then the efficiency of their actions would be unimaginably high."

"Maybe, but I don’t like such people. Living like that, what’s the difference between being a tool and a walking corpse?" Ouyang Fei shook her head.

"Then what’s the point of Master doing this?" Lin Luo looked towards Lin Xin again.

Ouyang Fei was silent then.

"Many people think the Master has gone mad," Lin Luo lowered his head to continue carving, "They think it’s normal for a genius to be different from others."

"And then?"

"Only I know that the Master is actually very normal. He’s even more normal than us," Lin Luo said, then returned to his carving.

"Normal? Like that?" Ouyang Fei pointed at the distant Lin Xin, who was single-handedly cradling the air, bowing his head tenderly to kiss down.

"........"

Lin Luo looked up, then lowered his head again.

"That doesn’t count."

Ouyang Fei wanted to laugh, but seeing Lin Xin putting down the flute and talking sweetly to the air, she involuntarily felt a bit creepy, and her inclination to laugh slowly faded.

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Lin Xin sheathed his sword and went back to his room, only to see a palm-sized yellow sparrow fallen at the door.

He paused, extended his hand, took out some dry food, crumbled it, and placed it in his palm, when suddenly a small sparrow flew up lightly and landed on his hand to peck at the food.

As he cradled the tiny bird, a soft smile unwittingly surfaced at the corners of Lin Xin’s mouth.

After playing with the sparrow for a while and letting it go, Lin Xin had just entered his room and closed the door when he suddenly heard exclamations from outside.

He walked to the window and looked out. Among the thick branches of the huge tree outside, bits of blue luminescence slowly illuminated, floating around.

He glanced down at the Red Flower Sword, the runes on the blade still shimmering with a soft red light, only obscured slightly by the scabbard, making it less visible.

He was about to change clothes and rest.

Suddenly, a violent warm stream surged from the blade and fiercely entered his meridians.

Hmm.

Lin Xin grunted, stumbling back two steps, feeling his brain somewhat impacted, yet his heart reflexively rejoiced, knowing that Yin Mantuo had begun absorbing the Essence Blood again.

Before he could thoroughly check how much his cultivation had increased, a massive, indescribable terrifying warm stream burst forth from the Red Flower Sword. No, it could no longer be called a warm stream but a scalding tidal wave!

In just a few seconds, he felt as if a huge wave was pressing down on him, making it difficult to breathe.

Boom!!

A massive, invisible force suddenly burst outward from his chest.

With a splurt, Lin Xin spit out blood, shocked.

This was the first time Yin Mantuo was allowed to move freely outside. Normally, the creature stayed around the camp, but after evolving, it seemed to slowly move around. He had not expected such chaos this time.

He felt all the blood vessels in his body throbbing violently, squeezing, almost about to explode at any moment.

"Come..." He opened his mouth to send out a message but had barely opened his mouth when another mouthful of blood sprayed out.

The enormous, terrifying hot flow continued to pour incessantly into his body.

He struggled to direct this force toward the Return to Origin vortex to compress it, but the Guiyuan Crystal Core quickly filled up, followed by his meridians, which also quickly became full.

The warm stream was initially manageable, merely relentlessly squeezing into his blood vessels, but later, the force grew faster and more violent, almost like a crazed bull rampaging through his meridians.

In just a moment, his vision began to blur...

Lin Xin, supporting himself on the door frame, felt his skin almost bursting apart. From the glass crystals of the window, he could see his own current appearance.

His face was full of protruding red veins, dense like earthworms, showing vivid red, his eyes bloodshot, filled with tiny blood vessels.

In a daze, he seemed to see a woman with black hair and a red dress standing behind him, her face unnaturally pale, smiling as she looked at him from the window’s reflection.

"Lingling...."

His vision grew increasingly vague. He saw the woman slowly walking toward him, getting closer and closer...

Hisss!!

A jet of blood shot out. It splashed on the glaze, staining it red.

With a thump, Lin Xin fell to his knees, unable to support himself anymore due to severe imbalance and weakness.

With one hand supporting the ground, he felt the enormous Spiritual Power inside him rapidly destroying his body, yet his cultivation soared insanely.

After what seemed like a long time, the excruciating pain gradually faded.

Unconsciously, he slowly fell asleep.

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In a blur, Lin Xin opened his eyes again, only to find himself lying in a confined space.

"What is this...?" He was startled to discover that the space he was lying in seemed to be inside a coffin.

In the exquisite coffin, another person lay beside him. Turning his head, he saw a familiar face.

The body of Xiao Lingling in a red dress lay face up in the coffin. Her features were as rosy and glossy as when she was alive, as if she were merely in deep sleep.

Twenty years of sharing a bed together, countless memories suddenly swarmed in.

"Lingling...." For a moment, Lin Xin seemed to forget where he was, foolishly stretching out his hand to touch Xiao Lingling’s face.

He reached out his hand, but while it was still mid-air, he saw Xiao Lingling’s plump face quickly decompose, wither, and turn pale. Her originally glossy skin slowly lost its color, developing mold and decay spots.

Her once beautiful eyes also gradually sunk in, turning into deeply decayed eye sockets. The plump flesh on her face gradually decayed, revealing patches of cloth-like decay patterns.

Suddenly, Xiao Lingling’s eyes opened and slowly turned toward Lin Xin.

An uncontrollable joy mixed with fear surged in his heart. Lin Xin wanted to reach out to touch her, but his hand could only hover in mid-air.

His vision gradually blurred.

At the last moment, when he could barely see anything, he finally stretched his hand out with all his might, and the tip of his index finger seemed to touch something faintly.

In the haze, a sigh seemed to come from afar.

Whoosh!

Gasping for air with big breaths, Lin Xin opened his eyes and found himself lying on the floor of the wooden house, surrounded by spots of blood, with a large bloodstain also on his chest.

He sat up, looking at his hand. The skin on his index finger eerily showed signs of necrosis, resembling the decaying and mottled skin of a body that had been left unattended for too long.

"Was it not an illusion...?"

"Maybe it was, or maybe not..." As if questioning and answering himself, he murmured in a low voice.

"Villa Master! Villa Master! Something has happened!!" Suddenly, there were frantic knocks on the door.(To be continued. If you like this work, you are welcome to Qidian (qidian.com) to cast recommendation votes and monthly tickets. Your support is my greatest motivation. Mobile users please go to m.qidian.com to read.)