Evil Venerable of the Sword Dao
Chapter 209 - 102 Bitter Wine, Bitter People_2

Chapter 209: Chapter 102 Bitter Wine, Bitter People_2

"Pupu——"

The old woman’s body trembled, and she spat blood, her face turning pale.

All her attacks shattered in an instant, vanishing like smoke and dust.

But the old woman dared not harbor any discontent; she immediately knelt in the Void and kowtowed to the white figure, "Young Master, you, you have arrived."

"Cultivating for so long, yet still so useless! Go to Forbidden Moon Cliff and seek Enlightenment for three years, and do not leave!"

The white figure spoke indifferently.

"Yes, subordinate obeys. It’s just that the earlier task assigned hasn’t been completed; I hope Young Master can give your subordinate a chance to finish it. Once done, your subordinate will certainly retreat for reflection and ponder on the mistakes."

The old woman’s body trembled; the pride she once held melted away like snow, and she became like an ant facing an Emperor, shivering and fearful.

In her words, each word carried a profound respect and loyalty from the heart, not merely submission, but as if branded deep into her bones and soul.

"You may leave."

The white figure gently uttered these words, and the old woman, as if granted a great reprieve, repeatedly kowtowed nine times. Even though she was kowtowing in the Void, she broke her forehead, a testament to her sincere heart, touching to witness.

Afterward, she finished kowtowing and disappeared.

At this moment, in the Void, only Zhou Yan and the white figure remained.

"Ling Yi, it’s been a long time. To meet again in such a place, life truly is unpredictable."

Zhou Yan spoke as if talking to himself, reflecting with these words.

Zhou Yan’s gaze upon the white figure, clad in a Ni Chang Feather Robe like that of Cai Xuan, yet this robe was surrounded by an aura of imperial majesty, adding several mysterious qualities to her.

She had always been a spiritual Woman; otherwise, Zhou Yan would not have been infatuated with her initially, and now, it seemed her potential had been fully unleashed, comprehending the Heaven and Earth Dao. Zhou Lingyi’s brilliance had now surpassed that of Cai Xuan, and even vaguely surpassed Ning’er.

Ning’er was the most beautiful woman in Zhou Yan’s heart, without a parallel.

Now, Zhou Lingyi had even broken this firm will of Zhou Yan’s, showing the terrifying extent she had reached.

However, things are no longer the same, the initial infatuation and love had now transformed into something more akin to familial affection.

Zhou Lingyi’s brilliance and wellbeing pleased him, but that was all.

"Zhou Yan, do you wish for me to be Ling Yi, or not to be Ling Yi?"

The white figure suddenly became clear, shedding the mysterious veil.

Then, she looked exactly like Zhou Lingyi, becoming ordinary.

However, her expression was tranquil, her eyes as serene as a still lake, devoid of any ripples.

This was not the gaze of a passionate woman.

At least, in such a gaze, Zhou Yan could no longer see any emotion.

A chill ran through Zhou Yan’s heart, suddenly worried about the real Zhou Lingyi’s safety.

Apparently sensing Zhou Yan’s thoughts, Zhou Lingyi smiled, a smile as breathtaking as a field of blooming flowers.

But this smile was fleeting, like a shooting star; though brilliant, it faded in an instant.

"Once, there was a woman, young and impetuous, unknowing and arrogant, yet born lowly."

"She gave up the man she actually admired and loved."

"Later, she spent each day in repentance."

The snow-white figure recounted the past events word by word, seemingly unconnected to her.

Yet with every word she said, Zhou Yan’s heart ached more.

First love is unforgettable, Zhou Lingyi was his first love, could he really forget her?

It proved, the ache in his heart proved, that this love still existed, only buried.

Now, this snow-white Ni Chang Feather Robe woman was gradually digging up that wound in his heart.

"One day, she dreamt of Ni Chang Fairy and was able to unlock the Bloodline Power deep within her soul.

But with this Awakening, her soul would scatter, all memories would cease to exist.

She desperately pleaded with Ni Chang Fairy, and ultimately, she was given a chance, a chance to retain her memories and Life Origin."

"But she gave up that opportunity because she sensed her beloved was facing a tremendous danger."

"So, she sacrificed herself, donning the spiritual robe he had given her, and went to a place called ’Huangquan.’"

"There, she took his place and bore the brunt of an attack from Huangquan, her soul scattered, turned to ash, leaving only that set of spiritual robes, forever enduring atop Huangquan."

"That set of spiritual robes, her tomb. Her life, her love, all poured into that set of robes."

"That set of spiritual robes, now, and in the future, will always be there alone. As long as that set of robes remains there, her beloved could descend into Huangquan countless times and yet not be harmed."

"She died so that I could live."

"Originally, I should not have known this, but miraculously, I inherited her memory."

"I am her continuation, or perhaps she is mine. However, her destiny as a Ding Furnace was sealed from the moment she was born."

"So, tell me, am I myself now, or am I not?"

The snow-white figure told the story as if it were none of her concern.

It was only at this moment that Zhou Yan realized if not for Zhou Lingyi, he would have already perished in Huangquan.

No wonder, no wonder Zhou Lingyi appeared in that perilous situation then.

Yet now, his heart felt hollow, filled with an indescribable emotion.

Was Zhou Lingyi truly dead?

Looking at the Ni Chang Feather Robe woman resembling Zhou Lingyi, Zhou Yan’s heart bled, the pain almost unbearable.

His eyes reddened, yet no tears flowed. He merely sighed softly, then brought out the Fiery Flame Sword Heart Wine, drinking gulp after gulp.

Each drink mirrored the bitterness in his heart, and under such emotions, all his abilities would temporarily stall.

Like an ordinary person, drinking soul-burning liquor, each sip a bitter life experience.

Pain, bitter liquor, bitter life.

His soul as if scorched by the alcohol, Zhou Yan’s face turned an unhealthy crimson.

At this moment, facing Zhou Yan, the snow-white figure seemed to suffer immeasurable heartache, yet she silently endured, her gaze infinitely deep, tears held within the depths of her eyes, imprisoned within the Void, unshed.