Frühlingsreise - Kapitel 70
Ah, that's a sleeve.
The sleeves were snow-white, the same color as the heavens and earth. Beneath the sleeves was an arm, the arm connected to a shoulder, and above that shoulder was a face.
It was a person dressed in white. Extremely white clothes, extremely white skin, extremely white hair; the whole person seemed sculpted from ice and snow. He didn't seem real. So white he was unreal, so beautiful he was unreal. The beauty of his features possessed a breathtaking power; his gender and age were indiscernible. Such a person was simply not of this world.
This person, with his gaze fixed on Yang Luoxue's hands, spoke: "Didn't your master warn you? You can't touch me."
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His voice was as beautiful as he was, like the sound of two ice crystals gently touching.
Yang Luoxue withdrew her hand as if she had been bitten by a snake.
Absolutely, absolutely, absolutely must not encounter immortals.
Even a single finger or a piece of clothing.
His master gave him this advice on the very first day he brought him in.
The strange sensation still lingered on his fingers. The moment he grasped the immortal's arm, it felt as if something had pierced through his palm and entered his body, sending a chill through him. However, there was no time to delve into it. He quickly stepped in front of the immortal and bowed, saying, "The passageway was shaking violently. If it weren't for her escort, I wouldn't have been able to get in."
There was an indescribable tension in his voice. This was the first time Baili Wushuang had ever seen Yang Luoxue speak to someone so respectfully and humbly. His sleeves trembled slightly because his arms were shaking beneath his clothes. He suddenly knelt down and said, "Please, Immortal, spare her."
"You think I'm going to kill her? You're wrong. I haven't seen the sword energy of Jade Void Palace for over a hundred years. I never expected to encounter it here." The immortal said, looking at Baili Wushuang, "Your sword energy is less than half a percent of the Jade Void Technique. Why did you come down the mountain?"
His clothes, skin, and hair were all the same snow-white, translucent color as the world around him; at a glance, it was impossible to tell that such a "person" was standing there. Baili Wushuang took a slight breath. Even Yang Luoxue treated him with utmost respect, so she had to show him the utmost deference, bowing and saying, "I am Baili Wushuang from Suoding City. I am not a disciple of the Jade Void Palace, nor have I heard of the Jade Void Technique. I apologize for disturbing your cultivation, senior—"
Before she could finish speaking, a crystalline light emanated from the immortal's fingertip, shining upon her brow. She felt a faint coolness spread throughout her body in an instant. The immortal withdrew the light and exclaimed, "Eh?! It's not the Jade Void Technique?! It's actually sword energy automatically entering your body... What kind of technique is this?"
As he spoke, the immortal paused, his gaze falling on the Chongli Sword in her hand. With a slight lift of his hand, the sword automatically fell into his hand. He looked at it, then released his hand, and the Chongli Sword flew to Baili Wushuang's hands.
Baili Wushuang was stunned.
As the head of the city of Sading, I have seen all sorts of things, big and small, but never before have I witnessed anything so bizarre.
It was said that certain bizarre martial arts could alter a person's appearance, and she had initially thought this person was one of them. But now, she understood: he was not human at all.
Not human.
"Such heavy malevolent energy, yet you were able to withstand it... Cultivate diligently, and one day when sword energy fills your Purple Mansion, the people from Jade Void Palace will come to fetch you. Jade Void Palace... that's a very interesting place..." His voice seemed to hold a hint of longing as he let out a soft breath, "You may go now, I'm tired and need to rest."
Yang Luoxue bowed and took his leave, but the immortal suddenly called out to him: "Medicine King."
He called him the Medicine King, which Baili Wushuang found strange. Although the Medicine King had passed away, Yang Luoxue had not held a ceremony to succeed him as the Valley Master, and in the martial arts world, people still called him "the eldest disciple of the Medicine King Valley".
However, if only the Medicine King can enter here, then for this man in white, there is only one name that can enter, right?
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Yang Luoxue turned around to listen to the instructions.
"Next time, bring your disciple."
Yang Luoxue did not understand his meaning, "I have not yet taken on any disciples."
"Then you'd better hurry up and choose the next Medicine King..."
As the icy figure spoke, his silhouette faded away, faded away, until he disappeared from sight.
Once outside the passageway, the Valley of the Medicine King, bursting with exotic flowers, reappeared before her eyes. The air, filled with the fragrance of flowers and herbs, rushed towards her, and Baili Wushuang finally let out a long breath. However, in an instant, she caught her breath again, her expression changed drastically, and she quickly drew her Chongli sword.
Yang Luoxue asked, "What's wrong?"
"The murderous aura on the sword..." She looked up in shock and disbelief, "has been removed."
"He has held this sword."
He was gone in the blink of an eye? She asked, stunned, "What...what was he...?"
Yang Luoxue did not answer, but asked instead, "You participated in the Knowledge Conference, right?"
A century ago, a master sage established the Martial Arts Academy and the Reading Pavilion. The pavilion housed learned individuals who possessed the ability to foresee the future and know all the affairs of the world. Every three years, the Reading Pavilion would hold a Grand Meeting of Learned Scholars, inviting ten people each time.
Those who could access the Yuewei Pavilion on this day were all the most outstanding figures in the world. Baili Wushuang was naturally among them. She immediately thought of the strange flowing light and sword energy in the Yuewei Pavilion, as well as the supernatural power to transform green leaves into children.
The master who established the Martial Arts Academy was no ordinary person, but a sword immortal who cultivated on Mount Wangshu. Although the reason for his intervention in worldly affairs is unknown, the martial world did indeed enjoy more than a hundred years of peace because of his involvement.
"You mean, 'he' is also a sword immortal?"
“No, he doesn’t wield a sword; he only saves people. Or rather, he only saves immortals,” Yang Luoxue said. “Do you remember the story I told Xiaoyan?”
...There was once a divine physician in heaven. His medical skills were superb, and he could cure all diseases. However, every time he saved a person, his own body would be harmed. Yet he continued to save people, and eventually he slowly weakened.
...His best friend eventually sent him to a place where time passed very slowly, a place where he could live a little longer.
His calm, emotionless tone still seemed to echo in her ears, and Baili Wushuang shuddered. "He was the immortal who had to come to the mortal realm because of his slow decay—"
"Do you see that wisteria?" Yang Luoxue pointed to a flower stand full of pale purple flowers and showed it to her. "That's called Wind Bell. Its roots, leaves, flowers, and stems can all be used in medicine. It only grows in the remote mountains of Shenzhou. It only blooms for seven days a year, and only seven flowers bloom each time."
There are at least a thousand flowers here.
“That’s because he’s here.” Yang Luoxue’s gaze swept across the entire valley. “All the flowers and herbs here never wither, never fade, never die, and never die, regardless of the season or region. Anything that exists in the world can be grown here.”
Baili Wushuang already understood, "Then what do you need to do for him?"
“His friend left behind a spell. Whenever he was feeling uneasy, he needed someone to recite it to him. After hearing it, he would fall asleep peacefully. Like today, the Forbidden Garden will be very quiet for a year.”
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