Su Majestad

Capítulo 89

“Now is not the time to dwell on this,” Yang Luoxue said. “I must see her.”

We need to know exactly what happened.

“I’ll take you there!” Jin Ge said. The Yang Luoxue in front of him was much more pleasing to the eye than the Yang Luoxue who came to act as matchmaker last time. She seemed to still be the same divine doctor Yang from last year. “If the young lady comes back, she will most likely be in Beiling Tower, or even more likely in Cangjian Pavilion. But…” She turned to look at her master, “I don’t have the key to Cangjian Pavilion.”

The master stood up, and the three of them went together. If she was really in the Hidden Sword Pavilion, it would be dangerous. He wondered if she had told anyone to open the door for her.

Upon reaching the front of Beiling Tower, the master suddenly stopped. "Listen," he said.

Jin Ge couldn't hear it, but Yang Luoxue could.

It was a faint, strange whistling sound.

"It's a sword!" The master's voice trembled. "It's a sword!" Wushuang had heard that voice when she was ten years old! But this time it was slightly different; the sound grew louder and louder. In an instant, a dazzling light pierced the air, like a burning flame. It paused above Beiling Tower for a moment before the three of them could see that it was a giant golden sword with faint flame patterns. After that pause, it swooped down and swooped down.

"That's the Hidden Sword Pavilion!" Jin Ge exclaimed.

With a deafening roar, rubble flew everywhere, even piercing through the iron roof of the Hidden Sword Pavilion. In an instant, a brilliant light shone forth, like a jade pillar shooting straight into the sky from the Hidden Sword Pavilion.

Chapter 175

"Damn it! Damn it! Damn it!" A furious voice came from the sky. The newcomer was faster than lightning, arriving in the blink of an eye. The beam of light stung his eyes. "My sword energy! Shuori, get out of here! Your ancestors for eighteen generations are bastards!"

The person wasn't using light-footed skill, and the sword couldn't be an ordinary weapon. The master and Jin Ge were stunned. Yang Luoxue quickly grabbed the key and rushed towards the pillar of light.

The heavy iron gate was pushed open a crack, then rebounded with tremendous force and slammed shut again with a loud bang. In that instant, Yang Luoxue saw countless swords hanging in mid-air, ready to fall at any moment, while Baili Wushuang lay on the ground, seemingly unconscious.

The key was inserted again, but the force inside the door was incredibly strong. He pushed it open with all his might, then suddenly let go and leaped inside. The door closed automatically once more. If he had been even a fraction slower, half his body would have been crushed into a pulp.

The scene inside was something he could never have imagined in his wildest dreams.

The longsword emitted a faint, smoky light that shone upon Baili Wushuang. The giant sword, suspended in the center, shone the brightest, intertwining with other smaller beams of light, swirling and merging together to envelop Baili Wushuang within.

Baili Wushuang slowly sat up.

“Bai Li Wushuang…” Yang Luoxue called softly, then realized that she had not woken up. She had been pulled up by an external force and was in a pillar of light. The pillar of light seemed to want to take her somewhere, and her body rose little by little in the pillar of light.

"Bai Li Wushuang!" He rushed forward, only to be immediately thrown back by the force of the beam of light. The feeling was indescribable, like a million swords piercing his body at the same time. The pain was unbearable, and he spat out a mouthful of blood, collapsing to the ground.

"Hey." The "person" who had just flown over was crouching on the roof. "Even if you don't want your own life, don't ruin her plans. The sword energy is cleansing her primordial spirit." He muttered again, "Damn it, you went to pick her up, but you dragged Shuo Ri into it. Shuo Ri, you bastard, if you give her the sword energy again, I'll never forgive you!"

Each word was magnified infinitely, making his ears ring. The power Zhan Yuan had given him was no match for the power of these swords, and he could almost feel it draining away.

As one of the ten who had participated in the Knowledge Conference, he had seen the peerless sword immortal in the Yuewei Pavilion and understood the identity of the person before him. The scene where the immortal in the Forbidden Garden once misunderstood Baili Wushuang as a disciple of the Jade Void Palace was still vivid in his mind, and he gradually understood what was happening before him.

So that's how she acquired her sword energy. He had once wondered what would happen to her when the sword energy overwhelmed her heart meridian; now, he finally knew—

She will become a sword immortal!

"Bai Li Wushuang, Bai Li Wushuang..." he whispered her name, lying prone in the dust, knowing she couldn't hear him, yet his chest seemed to boil, "Bai Li Wushuang!"

The light before him was dazzling, and she was dressed in fiery red amidst it. The red slowly spread before his eyes, and gradually, he could no longer see her face clearly.

This is the true farewell. It's not just him sending her to the Tang Clan, nor him watching her get married; it's an eternal separation, a separation that will last for a lifetime, perhaps for all eternity, where he will never see her again.

It turns out that watching someone's back is such a painful experience, so painful that you can't breathe, your internal organs are being ripped apart by a sharp knife, and your flesh is a bloody mess.

Chapter 176

"Peerless in a Hundred Miles—"

The only outlet was this name, which, like a poppy, temporarily suppressed the pain, only to bring greater agony. He heard his own voice so shrill, like the dying howl of a wild beast.

As the sword energy surged, the speed at which power was dissipated was beyond imagination. Darkness descended like ink.

Whether it was the beam of light or the red-clad figure, the iron wall or the longsword, they all vanished into the darkness in that instant.

Baili Wushuang opened his eyes at that moment, somewhat surprised.

Her body was enveloped in a pillar of light, rising little by little. This light was both familiar and strange to her; it flowed into her body like water, just as it had ten years ago, yet even more powerful.

Has the sword energy returned?

Her memory stopped at the moment she pushed open the door to the Hidden Sword Pavilion. The days of travel had drained her body and her mind. The wind was blowing fiercely, which was good; it could blow away all the thoughts in her head. After traveling for so many days without food or water, her physical and mental strength reached its limit the moment she pushed open the iron gate, and she slowly collapsed.

Just like when she was ten years old, the grief of her mother's death made her faint from crying.

The Hidden Sword Pavilion, like a gentle, silent embrace, welcomed her as always.

She sank peacefully into the darkness, knowing that with this sleep she could finally leave many things behind for the time being, and that pain and entanglement would no longer follow her like a shadow.

She slept for what seemed like a long time, yet also like only a moment. When she opened her eyes, she saw sword energy even more intense than before, forming a pillar of light. An invisible force lifted her up, and the dark roof of the Hidden Sword Pavilion was opened, letting in sunlight. She was enveloped in light, while the surroundings seemed even darker.

But even in the darkness, she seemed to hear someone calling her.

"Peerless in the Hundred Miles!"

Few people call her by her full name.

Most people call her "Miss", elders call her "Wushuang", Wuyou calls her "Sister", but only one person calls her "Baili Wushuang".

Beyond the light curtain, everything was shadowy and indistinct, and it seemed as if a person was lying on the ground. But it couldn't be him. How could someone who couldn't even tolerate the smell of others lie like this in the dust? But his long hair was spread out, like a piece of fine silk, and no one else had ever seen it on anyone else.

A slight tremor occurred within the pillar of light, and her body was unable to maintain the same steady ascent as before. Someone above her shouted, "Keep your mind focused! What are you doing, losing your concentration at a crucial moment!"

She wasn't listening, because something unimaginable was happening before her eyes in that instant. A layer of white spread from the top of his head, slowly reaching the ends of his hair, looking like a small snowstorm, turning every strand white. In the blink of an eye, his long, jet-black hair turned snow-white.

It is pure white, without a trace of other colors, like the white of an eighty-year-old woman.