Imperial Treasure

Chapter 1318 - 757: Dongming

Kou Zhong’s jaw practically dropped.

It’s not the worst thing for one person to be uncultured, but it’s terrible when two people are uncultured together and lead a whole group into it.

Wrong becomes right, and the weather changes...

I wonder what sort of psychological shadow Mr. Sui has right now.

The two masters from Japan; "....."

Teacher?

Central Plains culture... truly vast and profound.

Ning Daoqi, Fan Qinghui, and Song Que were at a loss for words.

As elders... they seemed to be missing the point of the younger generation.

Thankfully, Sui Yi remained calm as always, ending all the commotion with just one sentence.

"I just think... Wanwan and Feixuan are good kids, just having fun together."

A typical parental attitude, spoken with a gentle and generous tone.

Wanwan and Shi Feixuan: "...."

It’s like having a giant mountain named Master above your head, with another mountain added on top called....

"She’s already a godmother to many, always acting much older than others.. Is this the legendary old godmother?"

Natasha leaned lazily against the pillar.

Godmother.... Hell’s Wan Ge quickly associated it with godfather and let out a sigh.

Old godmother seems better.

So she switched her language:

"Natasha, she just saw you naked a few times and didn’t praise your figure, that’s all."

....holding grudges just like that.

"Easy for you to say, what would you do in her place?"

Hell’s Wan Ge was momentarily stunned, then remembered the villagers after reuniting with Sui Yi....

She paused and said; "It’s fine if she doesn’t say it, but others can’t."

Natasha: "....."

You just indulge her!

Natasha’s words left Wanwan a bit flustered as she left.

Abe Haruaki and Miyamoto Musashi, as defeated combatants, naturally wouldn’t stay longer. As they floated away with the rest of the onmyojis, Abe Haruaki glanced at the sword stuck in the lake, turned in the air, and looked distantly towards Sui Yi.

"Whether you’re still around next year or not, I’ll still wait for you."

Though he was defeated, one must admit his outer appearance and demeanor were indeed impressive, embodying the poise of the Yin Yang Sect. (Well, I don’t particularly like Japan either, but I don’t want to malign them in the novel... I think anyone who cultivates to such a high level must have decent qualities. If Sui Yi defeated a crude, bulky man, it wouldn’t make people feel much more pride in Sui Yi, hehe~)

And this sentence echoed in the air, lingering....

Ning Daoqi and Fan Qinghui didn’t officially meet Sui Yi, nor did they have private meetings, likely in line with Sui Yi’s style—she didn’t want too deep a connection with the Central Plains forces. These prominent Orthodox Sect figures understood Sui Yi’s character and knew practitioners of such techniques really looked down on worldly power and riches; claiming dislike meant true dislike.

So they only nodded in acknowledgment to Shi Feixuan and left together.

However, Sui Yi noticed these two had no interaction with Song Que at all.

Later, it was discovered that in their younger years, Fan Qinghui and Song Que had a romantic connection, but for some reason, they didn’t end up together. One went on to lead Cihang Calming Studio and never married, while the other married a quite unremarkable woman, becoming strangers from then on...

Now when they met, they didn’t spare each other a single glance, just passing by quietly....

No words spoken.

The sword was enshrined in the Lingyun Pavilion under the names of Sui Yi and Song Que. If anyone dared to steal it, regardless of Sui Yi’s reaction, Song Que would hunt them down first, and most Central Plains Martial Artists would see them as a Japanese spy, banding together to kill them.

From then on, Jianghu had a new legend.

Later, Shong Xiufang composed a seemingly ambiguous poem about this battle...

"The wind rises.

Butterflies come.

They dance and flutter.

Thus, they stir the vast sea.

Burning the fireworks in the mundane world.

A boy plays a flute by the banks of Flower River.

A girl walks a dream on a distant glacier.

Thus, the southern and northern auroras overlap to form the other shore.

A flower blooms there, it’s called loneliness.

Loneliness hides within the mirror.

Looking at this world, where fallen leaves turn yellow.

Often weeping.

Because it can never see itself."

Before this poem spread among the commoners or the elites, Sui Yi had already left.

The next day, Natasha, holding a letter, went straight to Hell’s Wan Ge’s room and saw her polishing the scythe.

"I wonder, you just watched her leave like that?"

"She left too early, I didn’t see." Hell’s Wan Ge replied casually.