Himmlischer König

Kapitel 98

Beside the hot springs at Tianshan Snow Gate, clouds and mist rise and fall, and all kinds of exotic flowers and plants bloom in competition. Under the plum blossom trees, plum blossoms fall like snow, and moon butterflies flutter lightly and freely beside a person in white.

Ye Chuhan sat quietly in front of the seven-stringed zither, dressed in spotless white robes, pure white as snow. His ten fingers glided across the strings, and the sound of the seven-stringed zither filled the entire flower valley.

The music was gentle and elegant, like shimmering pearls, yet it also carried the scent of spring rain. Each note was poignant and melancholic, filled with a deep sense of loneliness and regret, with no one to confide in…

The music still lingers, but the person is no longer there.

Within the flower valley, the melodious strains of a zither echoed, lingering and lingering… a lament for the fallen petals' yearning, the heartless flow of water, and the fleeting nature of life, a mere dream. A profound sadness permeated the music, piercing the heart like needles, bringing tears to the eyes of all who heard it. Even the moonlit butterflies forgot their flight, lingering among the flowers…

Several moments of unparalleled brilliance, but they are nothing more than fleeting clouds...

The music slowly faded away.

Ye Chuhan's fingers rested quietly on the strings of the seven-stringed zither. He gazed at the crystal-clear instrument, a gentle smile slowly spreading across his lips.

"You've finally come to find me."

He slowly stood up from in front of the seven-stringed zither, turned around slowly, his white robes trailing softly on the flower-covered ground, his black hair flowing down like a spring over his white robes. He raised his eyes, his clear pupils reflecting a figure in pure white not far away, with a clear and flawless face.

Ye Chuhan gazed at her intently, a slight smile spreading across her face. "After all this time, I've finally waited for you to come."

everything--

Just like the first time we met.

In the quiet flower valley, the slender girl looked serenely at Ye Chuhan. Her plain white dress fluttered in the wind, her hair was tied up with a thin silver ribbon, and her black hair cascaded down like clouds. Her eyes were clear as water.

only.

In her hand, she held a Qingming sword that shone with a chilling blue light.

Ye Chuhan didn't look at the sword in her hand, but stared at her clear, unadorned face, as if he wanted to etch this moment of her completely into his heart...

"Look..."

Ye Chuhan turned to the pond beside her, pointing to a delicate lotus flower blooming there. Her face was as white as snow, and she coughed softly, yet still smiled quietly.

"The lotus I planted for you in Jiangnan has bloomed. Do you remember what I said to you here before?"

"When the lotus flowers in this pond bloom, would you be willing to be like the most ordinary woman in the world, wearing a phoenix coronet and wedding veil, leaving your bride's home, and waiting gently and happily for your beloved to return in the bridal chamber amidst the flickering red candles?"

Lotus didn't speak, nor did she even glance at the pond. She poured her inner strength into the Azure Sword in her hand, gradually gathering killing intent.

Flowers fell one after another.

A white robe billowed in the breeze as Ye Chuhan gazed silently at the blooming lotus, a hint of sorrow flashing in his eyes. He gave a bitter smile and murmured softly:

“I remember my master once told me that on the inevitable path of reincarnation for the dead souls, there is a River of Oblivion, where the clearest spring water is known to the world as the River of Oblivion.”

"..."

Ye Chuhan looked up at the lotus flower. The girl holding the Qingming Sword still had an indifferent expression, but the smile on his lips had become more serene and peaceful.

"All the dead souls can return to the world and be reborn after passing through the River of Oblivion. But before that, they must drink the water of the River of Oblivion and forget all the joys and sorrows of their past lives. Everything that happened before will become a passing cloud."

A battle...

Snowflakes dance in the air over the Tianshan Mountains, and how many lovers have perished in the River of Oblivion...

Now, it's finally their turn...

Lotus calmly raised her longsword, aiming it at Ye Chuhan who was coughing lightly. The Azure Sword whistled softly, and gusts of cold wind swept through the flower valley.

"Draw your sword—"

Ye Chuhan gazed at the lotus flower, his eyes filled with grief and indignation. He slowly nodded and smiled slightly, "Alright."

The crystal-clear jade sword slipped from his snow-white wide sleeve and landed in his pale, slender hand. He glanced at the lotus flower not far away and said softly:

"Now, you can start!"

Lotus's eyes changed, and a sharp killing intent burst forth from them. She lightly touched the ground with her feet and leaped out like a white crane. The Azure Nether Sword let out a long cry and pierced straight into Ye Chuhan's chest, its chilling aura terrifying.

The female love insect has helped her master profound internal skills. Although she is still no match for Ye Chuhan, she can fight to the death before the love insect turns against her and kills her!

The instant the lotus flower flew towards them, Ye Chuhan's figure simultaneously leaped up from the ground, her body like a dragon emerging from the sea, heading towards the lotus flower. Her pure white clothes, tinged with the fragrance of the flower, fluttered in the wind, making her appear like a celestial being.

The two figures flew through the air above the flower valley, simultaneously thrusting their swords at each other, aiming swiftly at the chest, their sword techniques incredibly fast, intent on taking the other's life!

Life and death hang by a thread!

Ye Chuhan's eyes softened. He could finally see once again the pure white face of the girl he dared not love, yet could not control himself from loving...

There seemed to be a campfire flickering in front of me.

He would never forget that night. The desert winds and frost were biting, but by the warm campfire, she watched him laughing and dancing without a care in the world, and smiled radiantly, like a lotus in full bloom, pure and flawless...

Life, death, prosperity, and decline—it's all like a dream!

But that flawless, pure white smile still seems so vivid in my mind...

Above the flower valley, blossoms fluttered in the air as the two figures flew closer and closer...