Chapter 74: My Nightmare Conquered, Who Dares to Fight with Me! V (1/2)

Chapter 74: My Nightmare Conquered, Who Dares to Fight with Me! (V)

Translator: Sissy That Walk

Li Xiuchen replied, “Master was concerned that I might have a hard time defeating you, so he gave this sword to me!”

This one sole sentence froze Luo Jianiqing, who felt like being thrown into an ice-age cave. His heart froze gradually. Every single breath brought bleakness into his vine. Blood overcast his sight. Endless despair thrived inside him. There was nothing left in him, but vast darkness and the last beam of light.

He said hoarsely but still in a sturdy tone, “he asked you to… kill me!”

Li Xiuchen pondered for a moment, then said, “Master said, seeing this sword is the same as seeing him in person. After you end your life, I will bring your corpus back to Master, let him know that you already gave in, and will never dishonor our Yu Xiao Peak again!”

“Li Xiuchen!”

The last bit of light vanished with Li Xiuchen’s words. Luo Jianqing collapsed, drowning in great sorrow. Luo Jianqing uttered a heart-broken moan. Drawing out Zhui Yin Sword which had already been broken into two parts, he dashed toward Li Xiuchen. His body was moribund, but he didn’t give a damn, because nothing hurt more than the gash on his heart.

The greatest sorrow came with a dying heart.

They had known each other for forty years. They had lived together for forty years!

He concealed his sordid thoughts for years. He became an excellent Great Senior Disciple of Tai Hua Mountain just for his Master! He never had a chance to be whom he wanted to be. He spent his whole life trying to be the Great Senior Brother of all the disciples on Tai Hua Mountain, to be a perfect Great Senior Disciple, to be Xuan Lingzi’s disciple, to be…

No! He wasn’t his disciple anymore.

Now, his Master wanted him dead.

Anguish devoured Luo Jianqing. His heart was torn into thousands of pieces, bleeding profusely. The last bit of thought that kept him alive, the hope that helped him to survive, was just being his Master’s disciple and having a chance to look at his Master for just one glance, but now, what did he get?

An asunder heart, and a will to obey his Master’s last request!

When Luo Jianqing got close to Li Xiuchen, he dropped Zhui Yin Sword that he had been gripped so hardly.

Zhui Yin let out a panic sword cry, but Luo Jianqing didn’t want to fight anymore.

Zhui Yin, Zhui Yin (Xuan Lingzi’s mortal name “Wu Yin” means “no sound” in Chinese, while “Zhui Yin” in Chinese means “chasing sound”)! He’s been chasing sound for decades. It was a tiring chase. He was so tired to lift his fingers; he was so tired to speak; he was so tired to keep chasing. Why kept doing it? Given that he was destined to chase in vain, given that his Master was deemed to abandon him, what was the purpose of holding Zhui Yin in his hand?

Without a slightest hesitation and led by Li Xiuchen, Xuan Ling Sword stabbed at Luo Jianqing’s chest in a sudden.

Luo Jianqing gave up defense completely. He smiled, and slowly closed his eyelids. The tip of Xuan Ling Sword touched his skin, with icy bleakness froze Luo Jianqing’s flesh and vines. Trivial things in their daily life started to reemerge in his mind: when he was little, his Master held him in his arms while he fell asleep; when he grew up, his Master strictly criticized him when he made mistakes; when his Master started to keep distance from him; when he hid in his own house and watched his Master putting all his efforts in teaching Li Xiuchen.

Xuan Ling Sword slowly pierced in his chest.