Chapter 262 - How Much Is He Carrying On His Shoulders? Sword of the third wave. (1/2)

Chapter 262 How Much Is He Carrying On His Shoulders? Sword of the third wave..

AST 262 How Much Is He Carrying On His Shoulders? Sword of the third wave.

She slightly leaned over Qing Shui as her heart beated furiously. Suddenly, she felt her hand being grabbed and panicked. She noticed that Qing Shui’s brows were furrowed and his eyes were tightly shut as he grabbed onto her hand.

“Mother, wait a little longer, wait a little longer… I’ll bring you to Yan City!”

As Canghai Mingyue heard Qing Shui’s sleep talk in this painful tone, she felt very sad. To have her hand held by Qing Shui and being called ‘mother’ made her turn red in embarrassment, even if it was only sleep talk.

“Mother, your son is useless to not be able to bring you to flatten Yan Clan after so long…”

Canghai Mingyue saw that Qing Shui, who was sleeping, had glittering tears at the corner of his eyes.

To think that he wanted to flatten the Yan Clan…

Although Qing Shui had grabbed her hand, she did not shake it off. Feeling pained, she reached out her other hand to grab onto Qing Shui’s hand, spreading some warmth to him. Maybe he would appear weak only in his dreams.

“Liu-Li, Liu-Li, you must wake up…”

“Master, one day, I’ll accompany you to Lion King’s Ridge to seek justice to be served. Before the lass turns 30 years old, I’ll find a solution to her Seven Apertures Mystical Heart…”

Canghai Mingyue heard Qing Shui’s sleep talk and mumbling here and there. She was surprised and wondered what kind of man he was that he would have so many problems stored in heart and so many burdens on his shoulders.

“Mingyue, Mingyue, I…”

Hearing Qing Shui calling her name, Canghai Mingyue felt a little agitated. However, he did not say anything before falling into deep sleep again.

Canghai Mingyue let out a sigh and, at the same time, felt a sense of relief!

Time passed by quietly while she sat beside Qing Shui, who was holding her hand. The sun was already setting outside. Four hours had almost passed by.

Qing Shui gradually opened his eyes. He had dreamt of many people in his dreams. Suddenly, he saw Canghai Mingyue sitting besides him, in a daze. Dressed in plain clothes, there was an indescribable beauty to her.

It was only then did he realize that he was still holding onto one of her hands tightly. The soft feeling was very wonderful, but no matter how hard it was to part with it, he still gradually let go.

Canghai Mingyue smiled and looked towards Qing Shui when she felt that her hand was released. Qing Shui saw the thin blanket on him. It had a similar fragrance to Canghai Mingyue’s.

“Thank you!” Qing Shui sat up.

“Why do you need to say thanks? Do you loathe me?” Canghai Mingyue asked in disappointment. She had yet to walk out of her own guilt. While there was no need for her to feel guilty for this event, Huoyun Liu-Li ultimately had gotten hurt because of her. She would rather that she was the one lying there.

Qing Shui looked at the crestfallen Canghai Mingyue and took up the courage to pinch her stout nose. That tender feeling made Qing Shui stunned for a second. “Alright, stop blaming yourself. We’re all on the same side. Let’s pray that Liu-Li will recover soon.”

Qing Shui walked into Huoyun Liu-Li’s bedroom and saw that everything was purple in color, even her sleepwear. Earlier, Qing Shui did not pay any heed to the surroundings.

He then used the Saintly Hands to gently pat, rub, and knead her body, channeling the Qi of the Ancient Strengthening Technique into her body as he built up her body’s foundation, strengthened her constitution, and stimulated her body’s deep potential.

He then continued four hours of “Duo Cultivation”, after which Qing Shui felt that Huoyun Liu-Li’s body was already starting to regain a bit of its vitality.

Only when the sky turned dark did Qing Shui stop. He smiled. Huoyun Liu-Li’s life was now safe, but it was hard to tell if she would be able to wake up.

In the Immortal Sword Sect!

“Two idiots….” The middle-aged man dressed in purple bellowed loudly.

“Sovereign, who did you say did it? Canghai?” A burly middle-aged man who was like a metal tower asked, unconcerned.

“Dead in Bloody Street. Who would know who did it? To think that they were done in. It wasn’t done by that Canghai b*stard. They did not leave the Canghai residence.” At the mention of this, Immortal Sword Sect’s Sovereign could not help but start cursing.

At that moment, a young man around the age of thirty years old came in, wearing clothes that commoners wore. He appeared extremely ordinary.

“Sovereign, we found out the truth!” The young man bowed and said. His voice was so ordinary that there was not a hint of uniqueness to it. Even if after a person had listened to it for a few times, it would still be hard to remember his voice.

“Speak!” The middle-aged man dressed in purple twitched his brows and said.

The two rows of elderly men with various hues of gray and white hair had also perked up their ears and looked toward that ordinary young man.

“It’s that young man who came to Canghai residence who did it!”

“What?”

“What?”

“…”

“Speak in more detail, don’t leave out anything!” The middle-aged man dressed in purple hollered, his eyes wide open in fury.

The young man spoke tirelessly, as if he had seen it with his own eyes. He shared the story roughly, causing all of the Immortal Sword Sect’s elders to gasp a breath of cold air.

The young man left!

“We can’t let this person stay alive, we can’t let this person stay alive!” This was Immortal Sword Sect’s Sovereign’s immediate conclusion.