Evil Venerable of the Sword Dao
Chapter 457 - 106 Frost Tears

Chapter 457: Chapter 106 Frost Tears

"This is Frost Tears, as well as my palace."

The Netherworld Queen replied calmly.

"Then... are they all still alive?"

Zhou Yan recalled that the Holy Daughter and others had faced danger previously, and now he was still alive without suffering, so what about them?

He couldn’t help but ask.

"Do you genuinely wish for all of them to be alive?"

The Netherworld Queen paused for a moment, her inquiry tinged with hesitation.

"Although I am not deeply acquainted with some of these people, they are not enemies either. Moreover, the Holy Daughter is the woman I admire, and for her, I can give up many things, so yes, it’s indeed true.

Apart from the Holy Daughter, that ’Body of Destiny’ Jia Yongheng, also owes me a favor. You might know my situation, so why would I need to lie?"

"You indeed have no need to lie, because with your pride, you wouldn’t even condescend to lie, so once again, I believe you.

But I wonder if this is your fortune, or my tragedy.

Perhaps, regardless of the outcome, it’s all the same."

The Netherworld Queen spoke indifferently, then sighed, "We women, always so presumptuously self-righteous, never able to deceive our own hearts. Since you said you don’t remember the past, I really won’t hold it against you anymore.

So, shall we start over from now, starting anew?"

In her words, there was an endless tenderness.

As she spoke, she suddenly removed the Purple Robe she was wearing, revealing the stunningly beautiful purple close-fitting garment beneath.

Her figure was breathtaking, and her entire being exuded a blend of demonic allure and sanctity.

At that moment, she was removing her clothes, as if to accompany Zhou Yan, like a wife about to serve her husband.

"Wait—what... what are you doing?"

Zhou Yan’s expression was filled with surprise and uncertainty, his gaze amazed as he looked at the Netherworld Queen, not understanding why she was undressing, nor why, out of the blue, she wanted to sleep with him.

"What am I doing, don’t you understand? Really, must I spell out such an embarrassing thing?"

The Netherworld Queen gave Zhou Yan a look and reached out to remove...

"Stop—"

Zhou Yan suddenly became more solemn, speaking carefully, "Please stop!"

"What? Are you despising me for being old and no longer fit for you?"

The Netherworld Queen stopped her actions, her demeanor turning incredibly cold.

"Netherworld Queen, Xiao Shuang, stop playing around. If you have something to say or any request, just say it. Your hot and cold attitude really leaves me at a loss."

Zhou Yan sighed and spoke with a wry smile.

The Netherworld Queen stared into Zhou Yan’s eyes for a moment. Seeing that he did not shy away, her gaze gradually dimmed, saying, "You really are different."

"I’m not lying to you, I don’t know anything about the past, nor do I want to know. The life I’ve lived so far, that’s my entirety; the rest, be it the past or the future, can all be erased.

Netherworld Queen... Xiao Shuang, compared to calling you ’Queen,’ I’d actually prefer calling you ’Xiao Shuang’ because, in my eyes, just like Little Xue, you don’t need to shoulder so much, just being a carefree Sword Spirit would be enough."

Zhou Yan spoke earnestly, sincerely.

The Netherworld Queen’s gaze suddenly froze, and Zhou Yan’s words deeply pierced her spirit. Her eyes quickly misted over.

But she hid her sorrowful emotions well.

She sniffled, as if stifling sobs, struggling to maintain composure and said, "Unfortunately, it’s already too late. If we had met that year, and you could say this to me, I’d sacrifice anything for you.

But... it’s really too late now.

Frost Tears, do you know what it is? It’s my place of sorrow, of tragedy.

Frost Tears holds the Yuan Ci Secret Realm, but this place, it’s where I’ve buried myself. Whoever gains an opportunity here, they’re bound to die.

Having connected with the Netherworld Power, I’ve become the Netherworld Sword Spirit, but in neither world can I live alone... not to mention, there’s still the demon, the Nine Souls Envoy, waiting in the wings."

The Netherworld Queen murmured these words.

These words caused Zhou Yan’s heart to suddenly ache fiercely.

Zhou Yan struggled to sit up from the bed, then stood up and walked toward the Netherworld Queen.

At this moment, the Netherworld Queen was in so much pain, like a child, her pretty face covered in tears.

Zhou Yan still could not remember everything from the past, but he knew that the Netherworld Queen’s crying pained his heart.

He vaguely felt that this scene was very familiar, as if he had experienced it once before, but he could not recall it.

His soul was strong enough, and his intelligence was high enough, yet the more so, the blurrier his memories became.

Nothing could describe how torturous it was to have important things forgotten.

Zhou Yan stood by the Netherworld Queen, watching her sorrow, watching her grief, yet felt as if the distance between them was paradoxically both insurmountably far and yet close.

"Xiao Shuang, I will take on everything for you, although I am weak now, as long as I gradually grow stronger, I can bear even more for you.

So what if you are a Netherworld Body? You can live here, you can also live in the Yuan Ci Secret Realm, I will definitely think of a way to let you live immortally."

"You won’t be lonely, I will have Little Xue stay with you, never again letting her be anyone’s Sword Spirit! Freedom, I can give you both the freedom to live happily and carefree, I will surely achieve it!"

Zhou Yan didn’t know what to say, but he could only speak from his heart, using his most sincere heart to express these words.

Everyone takes the weak lightly, when one lacks strength, even heartfelt words, no matter how remarkable, will only be looked down upon, never believed.

Zhou Yan knew this outcome, understood that without strength, whatever he said was futile, yet he couldn’t help but speak and make promises.

"Zhou Yan... now you call yourself Zhou Yan, yet you have become so kind... but everything is just too late..."

The Netherworld Queen looked deeply at Zhou Yan, the tenderness in her gaze as if it could melt his body and spirit.

She couldn’t contain her emotions and suddenly hugged Zhou Yan, crying profusely.

...

After a long while, the Netherworld Queen, as if she had put down a heavy burden, gradually fell asleep amidst her crying.

With her cultivation, to be able to fall into such a peaceful sleep showed how heavy the unrelieved pressure was and equally demonstrated that Zhou Yan’s embrace was still able to comfort her into sleep, signifying that deep down in her heart, regardless of Zhou Yan’s faults, he was still trustworthy.

Deep love, profound resentment.

Similarly, beneath endless grievance, there must be deep-seated affection.

Zhou Yan couldn’t remember when he had feelings for the Netherworld Queen, but a woman had reached such a state and he hadn’t known, which felt like a sin.

Zhou Yan gently embraced the Netherworld Queen, made no further movement, and let her sleep peacefully, his own heart filled with mixed feelings.

He once again carefully recollected everything from his birth to the present, yet found nothing unusual.

After a long time, sensing that the Netherworld Queen was completely asleep, Zhou Yan gently lifted her in a horizontal carry, then tenderly placed her on the ivory bed.

Then, Zhou Yan covered her with the spiritual silk quilt, to make her sleep more comfortably.

Zhou Yan stood beside the bed, looking at this beautiful, spiritual, and pure woman, his heart filled with sighs and heaviness.

She looked ninety percent similar to Little Xue, the only difference being that unique, peerless charm.

Perhaps this was because she was the Netherworld Queen.

That one percent difference added endlessly to her allure.

Even women, upon seeing her, would find it hard to resist kissing her.

"Xiao Shuang, these years have tired you out. Although I don’t remember many things, in this life, I only recall this life’s entirety, no other memories at all, but what I should bear, I will still bear. What I should be responsible for, I will never evade!

Had I not found you, so be it, but now that I have found you, Xiao Shuang, I will definitely not let you suffer again."

Zhou Yan said softly.

His voice was very light.

He didn’t care if the Netherworld Queen could hear him or not.

"Once, someone said that this life of mine was lived out perfectly, once, I was also confused about the cultivation of Affectionate Sword Dao and Heartless Sword Dao.

Some say life has three realms, ’seeing mountain is a mountain, seeing mountain is not a mountain, seeing mountain is still a mountain.’

I initially believed that Affectionate Sword Dao shall end, and Heartless is Affectionate.

Later I thought, the ultimate in Affection is Heartless, and the ultimate in Heartless is actually Affection."