novelraw Chapter 64 : Reversing Life and Death
Chapter 64 : Reversing Life and Death
Chapter 64: Reversing Life and Death
Jiang Jiayi raised her sword high: “What are you trying to do?”
The phantom did not speak, but gazed sorrowfully at the Jade Palace.
This sect within these mountains had already stood for several thousand years, yet never before had it faced such a great calamity.
After being shattered twice, even the sect’s main hall was left in ruins.
Qiu Yuehan stepped forward, looking at the phantom. Her lips trembled, but in the end, she did not utter a word.
The phantom spoke: “Yuehan, in some days, you can return to the village and take a look.”
“I… I am really…”
“You are indeed the Palace Mistress’s child. After the Palace Mistress passed the Immortal Palace to Palace Mistress Yutang, she was wounded in the turmoil and her foundation was damaged. It was then that she sought your father, and gave birth to you.”
The phantom continued: “The Palace Mistress cultivated the Dao of Fate Calculation. She calculated her entire life, yet in the end, she could calculate nothing at all.”
The light in Qiu Yuehan’s eyes dimmed once more. She had thought her parents merely abandoned her, not that they had died.
The thunder grew louder.
The wrath of Heaven became ever more condensed.
The Heavenly Tribulation was divided into several layers, with Red Lightning as the most severe punishment.
Such lightning, red as blood, had scarcely been recorded in the cultivation world, yet today it appeared once again.
The phantom’s tone grew mournful: “It is coming.”
“Young Master… Brother Lu.”
The gentle little immortal fairy in white tugged at Lu Changyuan’s sleeve: “The rain has stopped.”
Because Ancestor Red Luan had perished under Heaven’s Punishment, the rain across the entire world had come to a halt. It was as though the storm had cleared, yet no rainbow appeared.
The sky had yet to brighten.
By calculation, there were still one or two hours before dawn.
This was the moment before daybreak.
At this moment, Lu Changyuan’s attention was not on Xia Lianxue, but on the thunderous tribulation in the sky.
That terrifying lightning gathered with a momentum that made one’s heart tremble.
“Brother Lu.”
“What is it?”
“I am already very happy.”
Lu Changyuan suddenly turned his head toward the little fairy, only to find a smile on her face that he could not understand.
“What are you… saying?”
The fairy’s smile was as radiant as a begonia blossom blooming in late spring and early summer.
Lu Changyuan seized Xia Lianxue’s hand in an instant, his expression turning cold and frightening.
“The lightning tribulation in the sky is related to you? Even if you walked the Red Dust again, there should not be such a tribulation!”
“Brother Lu.”
The little fairy suddenly lifted her swan-like neck and kissed Lu Changyuan.
His pupils contracted sharply.
It had always been him who refused to answer the fairy’s questions—yet now, it was he who had fallen into her trap.
He suddenly felt that Xia Lianxue’s hair was chillingly cold.
In the past, the fairy’s skin was tender and soft, and even her obedient locks were warm. But now, they carried no warmth at all.
Lu Changyuan no longer hesitated: “I’ll take you away!”
The little fairy only shook her head and gently pushed him aside.
She whispered: “Young Master, I’ve made many mistakes. When a person makes mistakes, one must bear the consequences.”
Xia Lianxue was, in truth, very satisfied.
What was there to be dissatisfied about? All the wishes she had ever hoped to fulfill had been fulfilled.
She had seen the Little Doctor again, she had married him in a proper ceremony—she already had everything.
Yes.
She had everything.
Xia Lianxue looked at the blood-colored lightning in the heavens, her lips paling slightly.
She finally remembered the taste of candied haws.
Freshly picked hawthorn in the morning, with the seeds removed and washed clean, drizzled with hot syrup—this became crisp, sweet candied haws.
Xia Lianxue had never eaten them, but Xia Yutang had.
Sweet, with just a touch of sourness.
Just like this life, always sweet and sour together.
Lu Changyuan said coldly: “Come with me! I have a way!”
He grabbed hold of Xia Lianxue’s delicate hand, but for the first time, the fairy pulled free from him.
“Brother Lu, you’ll be dragged into this. This is the Blood-Colored Lightning Tribulation. It’s already too late for anything.”
At such a level of heavenly tribulation, if Heaven intended to punish someone, then anyone who tried to help would also be implicated.
Xia Lianxue gazed into Lu Changyuan’s eyes and suddenly smiled: “Brother Lu, you look just like before again. Your eyes hold so many emotions.”
The little girl once knew a Little Doctor whose eyes contained countless colors. Later, when he became the Young Master, his gaze was calm and detached, as if he were a sage who had transcended all emotions.
That was no good.
The Young Master often said that the most important thing in cultivation was not to forget that one was human. Yet he himself was unlike a human at all—for how could a true human be so devoid of emotion?
In the Red Dust, one ought to have seven emotions and six desires, to cry, to laugh, to long. That was what it meant to be human.
Xia Lianxue was very content with this Lu Changyuan now.
This was good.
Now he was human again.
She reached out and smoothed the creases on his robe, blown out of place earlier in the painting scroll: “I told you, Young Master, you may marry as many as you wish, but you must never forget me.”
Lu Changyuan stared at Xia Lianxue in a daze.
The little fairy’s lips curved.
She was smiling.
Not long ago—no, perhaps it had been long ago—Lu Changyuan once asked if she had ever seen the Lantern Festival.
She had.
With the Little Doctor.
That day she had been punished by her father, but in the dead of night, the Little Doctor sneaked her out to watch the lanterns.
She gazed at the river lanterns floating downstream, then turned back to see the white-robed youth beside her.
The young man was counting the lanterns for her.
That night, there were two hundred and forty-seven lanterns—just the number of stars she had counted not long before.
The little girl felt that this was the most beautiful thing in the world.
And so she thought—
In this lifetime, she must marry him. And this thought had lasted nearly two thousand years.
Time passed so quickly.
Xia Lianxue felt that her wish had come true.
“Young Master, Su Youwan is not bad. But if you marry her, you must marry several more, for she is not one to manage a household.”
The fairy’s gentle face still carried a smile, but for some reason, her cheeks suddenly grew cold.
A line of clear tears welled in her eyes, then slid down her flawless face.
She could no longer hear what Lu Changyuan said.
Only the grand sound of heavenly tribulation filled her ears, as the tribulation clouds across ten thousand li turned a scarlet blood-red.
Palace Mistress Jade, Xia Yutang, had used her power at the Jade Radiance stage to trace the river of time in search of someone. Though this was defiance of Heaven, it should not have warranted such punishment.
What exactly had she done?
Palace Mistress Jade, Xia Yutang, had reversed the heavens.
With the Dao of Time, borrowing her own karma, she had established “a future where the Little Doctor still lived.”
To take someone no longer in the river of time, someone already erased from existence, and forcibly recreate them—reversing life and death by rewriting history—was blatant defiance of Heaven, even a theft of its authority.
Not only that, she had walked the Red Dust once more in order to seek proof of the Dao beyond Jade Radiance.
In truth, at least half the credit for Lu Changyuan’s return to the mortal world belonged to her.
“Heaven’s Punishment or not, I will do this!”
Those were her last words before she transformed into an infant.
Thinking back, it was as if only decades ago.
Xia Lianxue’s tears reached her lips, carrying a trace of bitterness.
She felt herself useless—whether as Palace Mistress Jade, or as a wife, she was unworthy.
When one errs, one must accept punishment.
The girl pinched her fingers into a seal and said: “Reverse!”
Lu Changyuan was completely thrown back.
Dressed in plain white, she stood alone beneath the heavenly lightning, weeping, yet not out of fear of death.
It was only a little unwillingness to part.
Lu Changyuan’s voice echoed in the distance.
“Foolish Yutang, can’t you listen to me!?”
No wonder you were so eager to give me Drunken Red Luan.
No wonder your emotions were so strange when you entered the painting scroll.
Lu Changyuan clenched his teeth.
Severed Thought was raised, and he charged forward, seizing Xia Lianxue’s shoulders.
He rushed straight into the Heavenly Tribulation.