Chapter 401 – The Legend is About to Begin (1/2)

Qiu Haitang was pale-white, still shaken from the recent events. She truly seemed pitiful. Everyone around her probably became deeply convinced by her story immediately.

However, both Fu Qingjin and Hua Chengzan were among the sharpest people out there. Both of their eyes flashed with a hint of doubt, but they did not ask any further questions.

Qiu Haitang and Hua Chengzan bade farewell and left first. The remaining disciples of the Green Vine mountain were all Qi Practitioners towards the lower end of the spectrum, and the Foundation Establishment cultivators were in no mood to pay any attention to them either. The disciples were afraid of bothering them, so they all left by themselves.

Diao Fei and Yu Shukuang exchanged glances. Alright, let’s just go to Clear River city together!

After that, there was no such thing as the Green Vine mountain anymore, or so-called disciples of the Green Vine mountain. As the first senior brother, Diao Fei was slightly saddened, but Yu Shukuang was very positive. Now, the sky was open for him to fly freely. Perhaps this was good news. He had stepped onto the path of cultivation after so much difficulty, yet he did not even feel as liberated as when he was the lord of the Proud Sword manor.

Without any eyesores around, the Foundation Establishment cultivators all voiced their fury. “The wretched daemon has been so conceited. Fellow Fu, we can’t just let this matter be.” “Yeah, the Daemon Suppression alliance is of the same breath and branch. We should be working together against our common enemy.”

“But even the Duality Formation of Disintegration couldn’t stop him. If he comes knocking…”

Within the noisy discussion, someone murmured that, and all of them shut up. They could not help but look into the deep crater beside them. It was a shocking sight.

“I will report this to the Sword Collection palace. Don’t worry, everyone. Fellow Green Vine’s debt of blood definitely won’t just end here. There will be a day when I personally cut down this daemon with my sword.”

Fu Qingjin waved his hand, and all the sect masters bid farewell, only leaving him alone, standing with his arms behind his back and gazing at the crater. The moonlight was like liquid silver, while his long hair was like ink. His fringe covered his face, and his expression was gloomy, but the corner of his lips gradually curled up.

“No glory can avoid the fate of being reduced to ruins. Northmoon. I’ve remembered this name.”

Above the Parlour of Clouds and Rain, Qiu Haitang and Hua Chengzan passed through the rain, landing softly. They were like a pair of immortals.

“Rest up well. I still need to go back. There’s a lot I need to do tonight.” Before Hua Chengzan had even finished talking, fragrance filled his nose. Qiu Haitang had embraced him firmly. He hesitated for a moment before gently patting her back. His smile was rather powerless.

Hua Chengzan’s heart skipped a beat. Through the rain, her face became slightly blurred, startlingly beautiful. However, it soon returned to normal.

“Just as I thought. No reaction.” Qiu Haitang smiled. Hua Chengzan opened his mouth, but he faltered. Qiu Haitang suddenly grew stern. “Tell me seriously. Are you using Gu Yanying to hide the truth that you like men?”

“Of course not. Who did you hear that from?” Hua Chengzan had no idea on how to respond.

“A person that’s not a person. It makes sense. How’s that even possible?” Qiu Haitang smiled. When that guy told her about it, he was so serious that he actually convinced her slightly.

“You mean?” Hua Chengzan immediately responded.

“We’re still good friends, right?”

“Of course.”

“That’s good then. Go handle what you need to handle!” With that, Qiu Haitang turned around without the slightest hesitance.

“Haitang…” Hua Chengzan extended his hand. Wasn’t this what he had been wishing for the entire time? So, why did he feel melancholic now?

Finally, Hua Chengzan vanished into the rainy night, while Qiu Haitang remained there. She took in a deep breath and raised her head. Tears had already strewn across her face, mixing with the rain and flowing down her cheeks.

She thought about back then, how her master had once said, “Throughout the ages, most of those who possess the Aspect of Peach Blossom Beauty were women who suffered from love-sickness, but they’re also fated to never have their love reciprocated, dying in melancholy.” Back then, she was still a young girl, so she did not believe it at all. Afterwards, she became convinced, but she refused to accept her fate. She had persevered with her struggle until now, but it was all for nothing.