novelraw Chapter 75 : The Sword Swung Toward Su Youwan
Chapter 75 : The Sword Swung Toward Su Youwan
Chapter 75: The Sword Swung Toward Su Youwan
“That means you two were once close?”
The power of Dawning Sun surged.
Lu Changyuan was bound to the bed not far away.
“From now on, you are not allowed to mention other women before me.”
Lu Changyuan thought to himself—wasn’t it you who asked?
He tried to struggle free, but soon discovered it was as if he had been caught in a Time Technique—whenever he tried to leave the bed, he would return to the exact moment before he attempted to get up.
“She should have already passed away. The Sun-Moon Palace no longer exists, and even its treasured artifact has returned to the Nether Kingdom.”
If the Palace Mistress of the Sun-Moon Palace hadn’t died, the Sun-Moon Sundial wouldn’t have returned to the Nether Kingdom.
“Will Young Master be gone for a long time again this time?”
The Immortal Fairy’s voice was soft, as cool as the autumn breeze.
Yet Lu Changyuan broke out in cold sweat.
He had a bad premonition. “Wait, my injuries haven’t healed yet.”
“I shall restore your condition for you, Young Master.”
Was the Time Dao Technique meant to be used like this?
“Young Master, if one day you want to devour Senior Sister, you must not hide it from me!”
Lu Changyuan thought—how did it come to this? He and Qiu Yuehan were truly innocent!
The little fairy pinned up her hair, her black locks cascading down her white back, making her fair skin look even more delicate—enticingly beautiful. Her lips brushed against Lu Changyuan’s ear.
A soft voice whispered,
“Eight times—one less won’t do.”
The little fairy smiled innocently, yet her words made one’s heart itch.
Her hands were cool, like melting snow, carrying a faint chill.
Her cherry-red toes curled slightly as she rubbed slowly against Lu Changyuan’s leg.
Both hands and feet in motion.
These days, selling breakfast wasn’t easy—one had to start kneading dough in the dark, punching and shaping it into smooth rounds.
That work was laborious—very hard indeed.
Lu Changyuan thought he might have a great talent for being a dough maker.
Dawn was nearing.
The little fairy knelt down and tidied up a bit before curling back into bed, holding onto Lu Changyuan’s arm.
Lu Changyuan sighed, feeling his waist ache slightly.
Not a moment’s rest the entire night—his wounds hadn’t healed, yet she had forcibly used Time Techniques to keep refreshing his stamina until the end.
Xia Lianxue still seemed unsatisfied. Her little head burrowed into Lu Changyuan’s shoulder, breathing greedily.
Outside the window suddenly came the sound of a flute.
The melody was lingering and tender, stirring the imagination.
Lu Changyuan took a few steps and went to the door.
When he opened it, he saw beneath the pre-dawn moonlight a white-haired girl, blindfolded, playing a bamboo flute.
Moonlight poured like water over her silver hair, making it gleam.
Lu Changyuan looked puzzled. “Third Highness, what are you doing?”
The silver-haired girl said, “Just passing the time, playing a tune. Does it not sound good? Youwan was taught by the court’s music masters since childhood—her zither and flute should be at least decent.”
Truth be told, the Third Princess played well—no, excellently. It was clear she had practiced diligently.
Only, her choice of time and tune was questionable.
The Third Princess suddenly said, “I heard Young Master Lu is heading to the Nether Kingdom. As it happens, our paths align.”
To enter the Nether Kingdom, one had to travel through the intersection of the Black and White Realms.
The Third Princess, returning to the Black Realm, could naturally accompany Lu Changyuan.
Lu Changyuan asked doubtfully, “Is Third Highness going to the Nether Kingdom or returning to the Black Realm?”
“I am quite interested in the Nether Kingdom. For one who cultivates, it is only right to witness all kinds of scenery. Since the chance arises, it would be a shame not to go see it.”
Then there was nothing more to say.
Since she was already here.
“Young Master?”
Xia Lianxue had at some point dressed and now peeked her small head out from behind Lu Changyuan’s back.
The little fairy looked at the blindfolded silver-haired girl.
For a moment, the air froze.
Su Youwan said nothing more, merely put away her flute, picked up her birdcage, and slowly walked away.
After only a few steps,
She saw someone sitting stealthily on the roof—black hair flowing, graceful posture—it was Qiu Yuehan.
Su Youwan looked toward her. “Didn’t you leave earlier?”
Qiu Yuehan had walked halfway before remembering she ought to ask Lu Changyuan to help shift her Demon Mark’s position, so she waited outside.
She thought it would be over quickly.
Who knew the autumn wind would blow for so long?
And she had to endure the sounds from inside—Qiu Yuehan felt she was losing her mind.
Su Youwan said softly, “You call Young Master Lu ‘Master.’ If you disobey in the future, you’ll be disciplined in the same way.”
“Disciplined? What kind of discipline?”
Qiu Yuehan looked completely bewildered.
Su Youwan replied, “Having your clothes stripped off, kneeling on the ground to slap yourself—you didn’t hear that just now? I heard some masters even use rods to teach their disciples.”
Sometimes Qiu Yuehan felt utterly helpless.
Clearly, she wasn’t the strange one—but surrounded by a group of strange people, she became the one who was out of place.
The silver-haired girl no longer looked at Qiu Yuehan and slowly returned to her temporary room.
There was still some time before dawn.
Su Youwan opened her window, feeling that the things she had been seeing lately were somewhat odd.
Ever since she confirmed her cultivation of the Fated Heavenly Dao, she occasionally saw blurred fragments of the future—or the past.
Recently, she often saw a sword.
It was a sword so dazzling that even heaven and earth lost color—a strike that made her heart tremble.
Looking closely, she could faintly see that the one wielding the sword was Lu Changyuan.
She stood in the heavens, and Lu Changyuan seemed poised to kill her—then that sword was swung.
Su Youwan had no intention of telling Lu Changyuan about this.
Perhaps it was because the sight of Young Master Lu raising his sword to the heavens had left too deep an impression, forming strange visions in her mind.
It was all his fault.
Su Youwan’s thoughts drifted elsewhere.
She wasn’t some man-eating demon, nor did she have such a fetish.
While Lu Changyuan slept, she had quietly tested it.
It wasn’t that kind of hunger—then what was it?
Su Youwan couldn’t tell where this sense of hunger came from.
At first, she thought it was the mutual attraction between two who had both attained the Supreme state—but that was wrong, because after Lu Changyuan had shattered his Supreme state, the attraction only deepened.
Unable to understand it, Su Youwan decided not to think about it further.
Cultivating the Fated Heavenly Dao meant following the flow—what she did not yet know, she would eventually know.
So long as she lived long enough.
Dawn approached, and the moon was about to fade.
She had always loved the moon.
The sun was too fierce—it burned one’s eyes. But the moon was different: forever lonely and radiant, casting gentle light.
Moreover, the moon resembled her own hair color.
Su Youwan suddenly recalled, many years ago, when an immortal from Cihang Palace came to the Glazed Dynasty to find her and asked if she wanted to return and cultivate. She had replied—
“Youwan is a girl, after all. Girls are meant to be married.”
But back then, she had only been seven. How could she have understood what marriage meant? She had just blurted it out instinctively.
Years later, her master had told her, if she ever fancied someone, she should find a way to tie them up and lock them away for a few years.
When that person could no longer live without her, then they could marry.
Su Youwan felt that wasn’t very realistic.
She had already locked her emotions inside her birdcage.
Through that, she cultivated the Fated Heavenly Dao.
Having discarded emotion—how could she ever fall in love with someone again?