novelraw Chapter 310: Striving in Our Own Ways, Sharing the Same Winds from Afar
Chapter 310: Striving in Our Own Ways, Sharing the Same Winds from Afar
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Yu Zhao and Hua Tu turned simultaneously to see a large bird with green beak and black-and-red feathers flapping its wings as it approached.
Hua Tu sneered, his tone sharp. “What are you doing here?”
The green-beaked bird perched on a nearby tree branch, chirping excitedly. “Boss Hua, the White Peacock Clan has just welcomed a Fu Xi, and they’re preparing a grand banquet. Boss Hua Yan asked you to attend.”
Yu Zhao’s lips curled slightly. The White Peacock Clan’s leader sure acted swiftly.
By spreading the news of the Fu Xi’s identity first, even if Quan Ye’s lineage was exposed, it wouldn’t cause much of a stir. After all, with such a dazzling jewel showcased beforehand, who would care about a descendant of the Azure Dragon with an even more complex bloodline?
“Fu Xi?”
Hua Tu’s jaw nearly hit the ground in astonishment.
A Fu Xi, a legendary divine beast comparable to dragons, was thought to have gone extinct thousands of years ago. Where did the White Peacock Clan find such a creature?
He never considered it could be false news. The White Peacock Clan was the strongest among demonic beasts and had no reason to concoct a lie, especially one so extraordinary.The green-beaked bird was visibly thrilled, hammering its hard beak against the tree trunk and leaving several dents. “Yes, a Fu Xi! The dragon’s child from legend! Word’s already out, and many demonic beasts are on their way to Spirit Mountain! Oh, if I weren’t forced to come deliver this message by that three-eyed leopard, I’d be on the road too!”
Hua Tu’s interest was thoroughly piqued. A matter of such magnitude for the entire demonic race was not something he would miss. He swished his tail, ready to follow the green-beaked bird, but after just two steps, he froze.
He turned back to see Yu Zhao watching him with a faintly amused expression.
“Haha…” Hua Tu forced a laugh, his grin shrinking awkwardly.
“I’m leaving,” he announced.
“Mm, safe travels.”
Hua Tu stomped his paw in frustration. “Yu Zhao! I’ve accompanied you this far, and you’re not even going to try and stop me?!”
How heartless—too much for this leopard to bear.
The green-beaked bird glanced between Hua Tu and Yu Zhao, its small eyes darting mischievously.
Yu Zhao smiled lightly. “Striving in our own ways, we’ll share the same winds from afar.”
Hua Tu fell silent for a long moment. Then, scratching his head, he asked, “What does that even mean?”
Yu Zhao: …
“It means there’s no need to feel sad about parting. If fate allows, we’ll meet again. Farewell.”
Before Hua Tu could respond, Yu Zhao had already taken to the wind, leaving behind only a faint trace of fragrance from her incense-making.
Hua Tu stood there dazed, murmuring sorrowfully, “Goodbye, Yu Zhao.”
The green-beaked bird, lacking tact, hopped in front of him, craning its neck to peer up at him. “Boss Hua, are you crying?”
“You’re really crying?”
“Stop crying already, she’s long gone.”
Hua Tu’s face turned red with rage. “If I don’t pluck every feather off your behind today, I’m not Hua Tu!”
With a screech, the green-beaked bird flapped its wings furiously to escape, but Hua Tu pounced. In moments, black-and-red feathers filled the air, accompanied by pitiful wails.
…
Tai Bai Academy
Wei Ying watched Ji Han Zhou pass by her for the fourth time that day. Finally, she couldn’t hold back and called out, “Daoist Ji, are you looking for me?”
Ji Han Zhou, his expression stoic, replied curtly, “No.”
Wei Ying frowned in suspicion. The Heavenly Sword Sect disciples were staying near a practice field. If Ji Han Zhou wasn’t training there, why was he loitering around her area daily?
She didn’t dwell on it too much, though; she simply found his behavior strange, out of character for someone with such a cold and aloof demeanor.
As Ji Han Zhou walked past her, Wei Ying was just about to let it go when he suddenly stopped and turned back.
“Daoist Wei…”
Wei Ying perked up. Finally, something.
“You mentioned when you returned to the academy that Senior Sister Yu Zhao of the Five Elements Dao Sect would be visiting. Was that true?”
“Huh?” Wei Ying was momentarily stunned.
Ji Han Zhou’s brows furrowed. “It’s false?”
“Of course not,” Wei Ying said, recovering quickly. She chuckled. “Senior Sister Yu Zhao personally told me she’d visit. It’s no lie.”
No wonder Ji Han Zhou had stayed behind while the other Heavenly Sword Sect disciples left after the exchange event. So, he was here for Senior Sister Yu Zhao.
Ji Han Zhou nodded lightly, murmured his thanks, and left composedly.
Back in his quarters, however, his calm demeanor cracked. His lips tightened, and his eyes revealed unease. Since their parting on the Floating Island, he hadn’t seen Yu Zhao or heard any news of her. He’d often regretted how abrupt their farewell had been, wishing he had said more.
Returning to the Heavenly Sword Sect, he’d immersed himself in cultivation, hoping to reach a higher level before seeking an opportunity to visit the Five Elements Dao Sect. But plans couldn’t keep up with changes.
After Liu Zheng’s engagement with Li Jing Rang fell apart and Li Jing Rang died mysteriously, relations between the Heavenly Sword Sect and Tai Bai Academy became strained. To mend the rift, the sect leaders arranged an exchange event at Tai Bai Academy, led by Liu Zheng and others.
Ji Han Zhou had been reluctant to participate, but under his mother’s—the Sword Sovereign Jiu Hua’s—pressure, he relented. Secretly, a part of him harbored an unrealistic hope: What if, just maybe, he crossed paths with Yu Zhao along the way?
Though that didn’t happen, upon reaching Tai Bai Academy, Wei Ying brought news of Yu Zhao.
A spark of hope rekindled. Ji Han Zhou decided to stay.
Now, having received confirmation of Yu Zhao’s impending visit, he was elated but also deeply apprehensive.
To him, Yu Zhao was a towering mountain. No matter how much he stretched, he couldn’t see her peak. Yet, he couldn’t suppress his desire to get closer to her. Even if he couldn’t stand beside her, he longed for her to notice him.
Determined, Ji Han Zhou threw open his door, stepped out with his sword in hand, and declared, “Practice!”
…
Three days later.
After delivering a powerful slash with his sword, Ji Han Zhou heard hurried footsteps behind him.
“Senior Brother Ji, Senior Sister Wei invites you to the front mountain to welcome the guest!”
Ji Han Zhou’s eyes lit up with dazzling hope.
Wei Daoist! What a great friend!
From now on, whoever says Tai Bai Academy and Heavenly Sword Sect aren’t allies, I’ll cut them down with one strike!
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