Scarlet Rain Overwhelms the City

Chapter 74

Zhan Yu slowly closed his eyes, his breathing gradually weakening, but a gentle smile slowly crept onto his lips. In his dying moments, he smiled quietly…

“A long, long time ago, in the Bai clan, I… loved you, I truly loved you… my little sister… No one can take you away from me…”

A weak smile bloomed on his lips, like a fleeting dream.

"...I loved you..."

Lotus sheds tears, "I know..."

Zhan Yu's blood fell like rain, and his dazed voice was barely audible, "Little sister, in the next life, please don't be my little sister again, okay?"

"...Okay, brother, I'll do whatever you say."

In the deathly silence, the sound of a heart breaking seemed to echo.

Lotus's tears flowed like a burst dam. She raised the Azure Sword, gazing at her brother's face, still faintly smiling, on the stone wall. Her snow-white face was filled with intense pain, and her spirit crumbled into dust...

At the moment the Green Destiny Sword fell.

Lotus's desperate, heart-wrenching cries were as tragic and pitiful as if pierced by a thousand arrows.

"elder brother--"

The sharp Azure Nether Sword flashed a light as bright as lightning in the dark dungeon, while crimson blood... like a blood mist... spread out...

Zhan Yu gently closed her eyes, a serene smile still lingering on her lips.

So many years have passed!

He had endured humiliation and lived a life of ignominy for so many years, and now, he could finally see the Bai clan, he could finally go... to pay homage to those Bai clan members who died with heroic pride and unyielding spirit...

...kowtowing and apologizing...

Vol. 6

[Rain, Jiangnan, Lotus Wine Cup]

Twelve-year-old Bai Rong has always been most afraid of her father.

His father was the patriarch of the Bai clan, a stern, brave, and decisive man. In Bai Rong's memory, his father had never smiled, at least not at all, not at all.

The Bai clan is a most mysterious tribe. Their ancestors migrated from the grasslands to southern Fujian and survived generation after generation, all for the sake of protecting an ancient artifact, a small, exquisite golden cauldron that can be placed in the palm of your hand—the Lianxin Gu!

Bai's Heart-Connecting Gu, neither gods nor demons can stop it!

He didn't know what those words meant, only that his father would solemnly pray every time he led the Bai clan to worship their ancestors.

"As long as the Bai clan exists, we will not allow the Heart-Connecting Gu to fall into the hands of evil!"

The Bai clan, upholding the belief of loyalty and righteousness, has always had this unwavering mission: to protect the Heart-Connecting Gu with their lives, and thus they have lived on for generations.

Despite being the son of the Bai clan patriarch, he was a cowardly and gloomy person.

His mother died after giving birth to him. He was a child born through a difficult birth, which was considered an ominous sign. As the successor to the clan chief and the hope for the future of his people, he grew up alone until the age of twelve under the strange and fearful gazes of others.

He was always thin and aloof. His clansmen were all martial and righteous, and no one showed him any leniency because he was the clan chief’s son. He always lost. His body was so weak that he couldn’t even lift his father’s sword.

Finally, even his father could not suppress his disappointment in him, and he no longer dared to raise his head to meet his father's disappointed eyes, and from then on he remained silent.

His father married another woman, his stepmother, Xia Lingyin, the most beautiful woman in Jiangnan, who possessed the gentle and kind nature of a Jiangnan woman.

Later, he gained another younger sister.

He watched silently as his little sister slowly grew up before his eyes.

She was six years old, and her hair was always styled in a small bun with pink ribbons hanging down, which accentuated her rosy cheeks. Her dark, grape-like eyes were always watery and blinked constantly.

His favorite child was his little sister.

Of all the Bai family members, his closest relative was this younger sister.

When the little sister saw other children in the tribe fighting with him, she would run over unsteadily, grab the man's arm, open her mouth, reveal her baby teeth, and bite him hard.

When he was kept behind by his master to practice martial arts diligently, his younger sister would stand alone on the steps outside the martial arts room, reciting the songs that children in Jiangnan loved most, foolishly waiting for him to come out. When she was so sleepy that she could no longer keep her eyes open, she would lie down by the door and fall asleep until he came out.

Twelve-year-old Bai Rong cherished his beautiful little sister like a precious treasure, never wanting her to suffer any injustice. He protected her and loved her with all the love he had.

He loved his younger sister's clear, black pearl-like eyes, as if they held the purest soul in the world, capable of illuminating the lonely darkness before him.

No one expected that Bai Rong, the most aloof member of the Bai clan, would love his little sister so much, as if she were his entire life.

He no longer needed anything in his life; all he wanted was this little sister, this little sister who had become an integral part of his life, to stay by his side forever.

Until one day.

His little sister, tired from playing, fell asleep next to him. He held her close, letting her sleep comfortably in his arms, while he gazed at her quietly the whole time.

She was so obedient, nestled so peacefully in his arms, sleeping soundly.

He paused for a moment.

Finally, he lowered his head and gently kissed his little sister's soft cheek.