Chapter 319 – Exchanging Intentions by Brushing Away Snow (2/2)

Seeing this image, Xu Yourong’s eyes also brightened, before growing slightly gloomy. This was because no matter how much she wanted to fight Nanke who was under such a state, she had no more power to battle. Chen Changsheng’s eyes did not become any brighter, because his eyes were always so bright—just like how Nanke’s expression did not change, because she never wore any expression.

In Tang Thirty-Six’s words, his eyes were like two mirrors, very bright and dazzling, and often causing people to feel nervous.

He was the same as Xu Yourong, and could clearly feel that Nanke, who walked along the divine path so carefully as if she was worshipping, had already raised her state to an almost perfect level, displaying an unimaginable strength. However, unlike Xu Yourong, no feelings for battle appeared in him. He did not want to battle Nanke in this state at all.

This was his greatest difference with Xu Yourong and Nanke, these peerless geniuses. He never battled for battle, and did not win in order to be victorious. When he did things, it was often for one reason: to live. He believed that this was the most sacred reason, or importance. As a result, he did not need to adjust, he did not need to enter tranquil contemplation, and he did not need to worship, much less need to be bathed in incense and fast for three days. When he had to battle, he needed to be already prepared.

It was just that today, his state was not too perfect.

It was extremely possible that this was the final battle in his life. He did not have any confidence, but that was not the problem, as he had already won too many battles that had no reason for him to be victorious. The problem was that, when he should have been focusing on welcoming this battle, he was instead slightly distracted, and always felt that some things were not done.

At this moment, Nanke had already reached the final part of the divine path, only a hundred zhang away from him.

He finally could not endure it any longer, and turned around to Xu Yourong.

“What’s wrong?” Xu Yourong asked.

Chen Changsheng looked at her face. He wanted to extend his hand and touch it, but he did not dare.

Xu Yourong raised her heavily injured and powerless hand, and gently patted his shoulder, as if she wanted to dust off the snow on his clothes.

Those bits of snow were already long-melted.

Chen Changsheng was satisfied. He looked into her eyes, and said extremely seriously, “If we are able to leave the Garden of Zhou alive, I will definitely come and find you.”

Xu Yourong looked into his eyes, forcefully resisted the shyness and purposely said calmly, “No need, I will find you.”

“Sure.” Chen Changsheng had never replied so quickly.

If Nanke had given up her attitude that seemed like worshipping at that moment, and launched her attacks, perhaps he and she would already be dead.

Fortunately, Nanke did not do so.

After finishing off this thing, he finally had no more matters that could distract him.

He looked at the small girl on the divine path that walked over slowly. He was calm and focused.

Just as countless people had once said, cultivation was never a fair matter. Although he had studied the Daoist Canon since he was a child, although his physique was also different from a normal person’s, and although he had reached the upper realm of Ethereal Opening at just fifteen, the difference of bloodline talent could not be made up for so easily. Besides, there was still the monster tide that had transformed the surroundings of the mausoleum into a black ocean.

This was a battle that only held death.

However, he was still so calm, displaying steadiness and calmness beyond his age. If looked upon from behind, at this moment, he would have the demeanor of a great sword cultivator.

Before, when he was able to force back a strong opponent with one strike, that was because his heart of the sword was already different from before. In the long abscond that occurred in the grasslands for several dozen days, he and Xu Yourong had conversations on many matters. What they conversed most about was cultivation. From the raining temple to the snowing temple, from the reeds in autumn to the island of grass in summer, they always talked about this. He had talent in cultivation, but no experience in battle. Xu Yourong taught him many things. Much more importantly, her attitude towards cultivation and life, this type of tranquility, serenity and calmness affected him a lot.

This was the heart of the Dao.

The heart of the sword was actually a type of Dao heart.

In terms of the brightness of the heart of the Dao, just who was greater than Xu Yourong in the younger generation of the entire world of cultivation?

From the clashing of swords, the edge became sharper. The same could be said for the heart of the sword.

Right now, his heart of the sword was already brightly lit, so his sword intent was naturally strong and pure.

Xu Yourong did not know that he was only fifteen this year. However, looking at him from behind, her slightly gloomy eyes once again brightened up, as if new rain had finally arrived to the dried-up mountain.

She left his side, and returned to the main entrance of the mausoleum. She looked for a corner where she could avoid the storm, and sat down cross-legged, wrapping herself up in the insulating sackcloth.

Just how had his attitude towards life already influenced her so much?

As a result, she closed her eyes, and began resting.