Jade Dynasty: I am the master of the Burning Sword, my swordsmanship is unparalleled.

Chapter 62: Love with a kiss

Lu Xueqi continued to fall. Gazing at the vast fog around her, a trace of sorrow flashed in her eyes, and the image of Zhang Xiaofan kept appearing in her mind.

On the back mountain of Tongtian Peak, they met under the moonlight. He was guarding the mountain path to help his senior brother get married, while she was worried about her senior sister and followed him, thus meeting him on the mountain path.

During the arena competition, because of her strong personality and not wanting to disappoint her mentor, she forcibly used the Divine Sword Thunder Control Technique, which she could not control under normal circumstances, even when her magic power was almost depleted. He, disregarding his own safety, withstood the divine power of the heavenly thunder and saved her.

During their journey down the mountain, despite being the youngest, he remained the most reliable and calm support.

And just now, when she was dragged into the abyss, his expression of astonishment.

I wonder if he will be sad for me. Perhaps, he probably will.

Such a thought flashed through Lu Xueqi's mind. She tried to explain to herself that it was because her junior brother was kind-hearted but ultimately failed to save her, so he was naturally sad and heartbroken.

But another thought quickly arose in my mind.

"Perhaps not, after all, he has his senior sister..."

But just as this thought arose, Lu Xueqi noticed that a figure had dispelled the surrounding yin energy and was quickly chasing after her.

"Junior Brother Zhang!"

Lu Xueqi felt a wave of dizziness. She didn't know if it was a hallucination before she died, but she just wanted to reach out and touch that figure.

Lu Xueqi was already seriously injured, and with her mind having been disturbed, countless evil spirits around her were taking the opportunity to absorb her life force. How could she possibly have any strength left?

Just as Lu Xueqi was filled with regret and her arm was about to fall limply, a warm hand tightly grasped her cold hand. Then, Lu Xueqi saw the face she had been longing for grow larger and larger in her eyes.

"Well!"

Immediately, Lu Xueqi felt a scorching heat emanating from her mouth and flowing through her limbs and bones.

Under that scorching heat, Lu Xueqi gradually felt a warm sensation rising up, and the cold aura was gradually dispelled.

Gradually, as her five senses returned, Lu Xueqi felt a faint taste of blood in her mouth, and her eyes widened instantly.

The moment their eyes met, Lu Xueqi felt her heart stop beating. Not just her heartbeat, but it was as if time itself had stopped, with only the whistling wind in her ears.

"Senior Sister Lu, are you still cold?"

The voice that penetrated her soul made Lu Xueqi's delicate body tremble involuntarily. When she came to her senses, she saw Zhang Xiaofan looking at her with a worried expression.

Lu Xueqi could clearly see that there was still blood on Zhang Xiaofan's lips. Obviously, what she had just drunk was Zhang Xiaofan's blood essence.

"Perhaps it is because of the influence of the Burning Sword that I have been full of blood and qi since childhood, and my essence and yang energy are strong, which can dispel the cold yin energy. Just now, when my senior sister's yin energy entered her body, I had no choice but to resort to this desperate measure."

Seeing Lu Xueqi's gaze, Zhang Xiaofan subconsciously whispered an explanation. Lu Xueqi blushed slightly, only gave a soft "hmm," and quietly hid her head in her bosom without further reaction.

After a while, Lu Xueqi's voice rang out again, but it was no longer as cold as before. Instead, it was gentler and carried a hint of shyness.

"Junior Brother Zhang, how much longer until we reach the bottom of the Abyss of the Dead?" Lu Xueqi was conflicted. She wanted to get down to the bottom as soon as possible so that Junior Brother Zhang wouldn't feel awkward holding her, but deep down, she hoped that things could stay like this forever. Perhaps, only here could she feel such warmth.

"It should be soon. There are obviously countless more Yin spirits around here than up here."

Zhang Xiaofan said in a deep voice, and Lu Xueqi subconsciously looked up after hearing the words "yin spirit". She looked to the side and saw a layer of dark blue light protecting the two of them, while outside, countless white light shadows were surrounding them.

Those vengeful spirits were not only even more chilling than the spirits that climbed the Abyss of the Dead, but their illusions of light and shadow were also more realistic.

“Junior Brother Zhang, why don’t you put me down? With so many Yin spirits, you won’t be able to leave with me.”

Lu Xueqi said softly, her voice not filled with fear of death, but with a hint of joy. Perhaps, being able to die for the person she cherishes is something to be happy about.
"What nonsense?"

Zhang Xiaofan, who was originally observing the surrounding spirits, couldn't help but rebuke them upon hearing this. Although he was quite annoyed, he still patiently explained in a low voice.

"The flute I carry is a rare treasure forged from soul-capturing magic, something feared by all spirits in the world. No matter how many evil spirits there are, they cannot harm you in the slightest."

That voice, tinged with anger, sounded like the most beautiful melody in the world to Lu Xueqi. She looked up at Zhang Xiaofan, and when she saw his eyes, she couldn't help but freeze for a moment.

What kind of complex and enigmatic eyes were those? They seemed to hold memories, confusion, a touch of sorrow and sadness, and even more so, pity and grief.

Whom is he remembering? For whom is he grieving? Is he pitying these spirits? Is he saddened by their suffering in life and their inability to find peace in death?

"Junior brother, are you grieving for these evil spirits?"

Lu Xueqi asked softly, her heart aching for those eyes. She, who always held a righteous heart, now wished that the person in front of her could be a little cold-blooded and ruthless.

"Ugh!"

Zhang Xiaofan sighed softly, slowly shook his head, and remained silent, it was unclear whether he was denying it or feeling sentimental.

He, who was once Baili Tusu, also became a wandering soul, drifting through the world.

"Senior sister, do you think there is such a thing as reincarnation in this world?"

Zhang Xiaofan murmured to himself, as if asking Lu Xueqi, or perhaps questioning himself.

He knew that reincarnation did not exist in the world of Jade Dynasty, but looking at the endless evil spirits, he couldn't help but think how wonderful it would be if reincarnation existed in this world.

Perhaps, these spirits can be guided into the legendary River of Oblivion, allowing them to forget the suffering of their past lives and be reincarnated.

If there is reincarnation, how many people can hope to make up for their regrets in the next life?
"Perhaps, there might be."

Seeing those moist eyes, Lu Xueqi felt a pang of pain in her heart. She couldn't help but reach out and gently stroke that tender yet sorrowful face, and softly spoke.

"Even if not, if Junior Brother can help these spirits find liberation, it will be a great merit. I imagine they don't want to suffer so much after death."

Upon hearing this, Zhang Xiaofan's eyes lit up. Perhaps he could give it a try. After all, the Azure Heaven and Yellow Springs and the Burning Sword in his hands were specifically designed to suppress the most yin, evil, fierce, and malevolent energy, and the Yin Spirit was among them.

(End of this chapter)