Chapter 23 (1/2)
Translator: Larbre Studio Editor: Larbre Studio
Within the Holy Sword Sect, on a mountain peak piercing through the cloud cover, a mysterious shed stood, shrouded by the clouds. This was a private sword shed. Within, a young girl sat.
With her silky black hair draping over her back, her prominent features laid on her pale white skin with perfect proportions. Her delicate nose right above her small rosy lips was topped off with two sparkling jewels for her eyes. Her perfectly sculpted figure coupled with her elegant face, she was the epitome of an enchanting, bewitching lady. As she sat stationary on the spot, her eyes looked wistfully into the distance, her thoughts clearly written on her lightly misty eyes.
In her mind, the image of the boy, just half a year younger than her, surfaces regularly. In her ear, she could still hear the words he used to tease her, the jokes he said, trying to earn just a small giggle from her. Every time she thought of him, the nostalgia echoed within her heart.
“Xin’er, your heart is still turbulent.” Just as the young girl soaked in her restless thoughts, a voice sounded from behind her.
Turning around, she glanced sheepishly with the tender loving expression of a young lady., “Teacher, I’ve let you down.”
The teacher was a middle-aged lady, somewhere in her twenties. While she may not be bewitching like her student, she was still a gorgeous beauty.
Despite her appearance, this woman was the Sword Saintess of the Holy Sword sect and was already sixty six years of age.
The mellow and quiet girl in front of her, Ye Xin, was Lin Qian’s fiancee.
“As your teacher, I am intrigued. Just what kind of drug did he use on you in the past?” Walking to Ye Xin’s side, the Sword Saintess sat down, sighing lightly, “Why don’t you tell me more about him?”
Flushing bright pink, Ye Xin cupped her cheeks shyly, “Of course he didn’t use drugs! He’s just… very brilliant with his little ideas…”
“Very often, he tells me fun little stories, which he calls jokes. When we grew tired of practising our sword skills, he came over and played with me.”
“In the harsh cold winters, when everyone stays cooped up at home, Little Qian actually taught me some self-invented games, like skiing and snowball fights.”
“Little Qian is a genius, uniquely interesting and fearless. Once, I fought with Father and snuck out of the city. While alone outside, I was attacked by a Soul Beast. I was so flustered and helpless.”
“Just when the raw panic froze me in my steps, Little Qian found me. He held my hands securely, leading us in our escape. Alas, the Soul-Beast still caught us. But, he shielded me with his life. He even took the slash that was directed to the back of my head in my stead.”
“Little Qian was literally cut open at his stomach. Till today, the sight of his warm blood staining the pure white snow crimson, and the suffocating smell of iron wafting in the air still scares me. Luckily Uncle Lin rushed over in time, or else, we would have both been dead.”
“Fortunately, Aunt Yun knows some Alchemy, saving Little Qian, otherwise…”
“Oh!” Hearing this, the Sword Saintess nodded, finally understanding Ye Xin’s infatuation with Lin Qian. Her student and this boy had been in an arranged marriage before their birth, even grew up inseparably. Now, he also was her timely Saviour, her Prince Charming.
In her subconsciousness, Lin Qian had slowly placed an unremovable seal on her, making himself an indispensable part of her life.
“Afterwards, my father had punished me by kneeling by Little Qian’s bed. Regardless of how Uncle Lin and Aunt Yun pleaded for me, my father refused to let me get up. It was only after Little Qian awoke and spoke on my behalf. Only then, he relented.” As she spoke, a blissful and warm smile lit Ye Xin’s face.
“Oh?” Now, the teacher is interested, “What did he say?”
“Hm, this guy. He glared menacingly at my father and hissed, “don’t bully my wife! Watch out, I will crawl right out and fight you with my life!” As she spoke, Ye Xin put on her best act of Lin Qian’s ferocious expression, drawing a burst of laughter from the Sword Saintess.
“Oh my, what an interesting young lad!” the Sword Saintess shook her head as she laughed.
“Teacher, you are odd today. Usually, you dislike speaking about Little Qian with me, why are you so curious today?” Ye Xin turned with a perplexed face as the sudden realisation dawned upon her.
With another long sigh, the Sword Saintess patted her disciple’s head gently, “Teacher sees you as my own child. For such a remarkable student like you, I’m not happy about your marriage with a commoner that cannot cultivate.”
“Well, he is the man you love. What can I do about it? Talking to me about him, I’m just asking to be unhappy, right?”
Ye Xin’s perplexion heightened as she heard these words, smiling sweetly, “Could it be, Teacher, you have finally thought through and wish to learn more about him? He.. he is actually very gifted, just that his Martial Soul did not awaken, so he cannot cultivate…”
“Hmm..” Suddenly, the Sword Saintess’s brow lifted as she murmured to herself, “. Looks like the rumours are true.no wonder he can’t achieve the Weapon-Soul Materialisation, he doesn’t even have the basic Martial Soul. If that’s the case, how is he so strong?”
“Teacher?”