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

Chapter 64 The Worship of Ten Thousand Souls, Encounter with Biyao Again

"Waaaaah—waaaah!!"

After Lu Xueqi withdrew from her cultivation, before she even opened her eyes, she heard a distant, deep, and desolate melody drifting from the flute. The sound of the flute seemed like a call or a murmur, bringing a strange sense of peace and sorrow to her heart.

Slowly opening her eyes, Lu Xueqi was surprised to find that the azure light was not surrounding her.

But soon, Lu Xueqi was shocked by what she saw and looked surprised.

Not far away, a solitary figure slowly played a melodious and mournful flute tune, like a call from the dead, carrying a touch of lingering tenderness.

Around that figure were countless, densely packed Yin spirits. What shocked Lu Xueqi even more were the wisps of eerie white Yin energy emanating from the bodies of those countless Yin spirits.

Those wisps of Yin energy, like countless rivers flowing into the sea, surged towards Zhang Xiaofan. In Lu Xueqi's view, Zhang Xiaofan was completely enveloped by that eerie, cold Yin energy.

Yet, the veil-like aura of malevolence draped over Zhang Xiaofan gave him an air of holiness, as if a compassionate deity had descended upon this inescapable hell, much like the Bodhisattva in Buddhist legend who vowed not to become a Buddha until hell was emptied.

The malevolent energy surrounding Zhang Xiaofan also directed towards the fierce sword behind him, which was shrouded in a scabbard and shimmering with a faint red and white light.

Moreover, as the Yin energy continued to flow into the Burning Sword, Lu Xueqi could clearly feel that the Yin energy on Zhang Xiaofan's body was also constantly rising.

Seeing this, Lu Xueqi hurriedly tried to reach out and interrupt Zhang Xiaofan, but she stopped abruptly as soon as she took a step.

But then, from among the endless yin spirits, some of the malevolent energy was drawn away, and the clear-minded souls knelt down before Zhang Xiaofan.

One after another, some were nearby, some were far away, some were on the ground, and some were even high in the sky.

The awe-inspiring sight of ten thousand souls paying homage left Lu Xueqi stunned. Two lines of tears slowly slid down her cheeks, a mixture of emotion and worry for Zhang Xiaofan.

Perhaps sensing that Lu Xueqi had woken up, Zhang Xiaofan slowly took a step and walked slowly into the distance.

The sound of the flute was like a call from the other side of the Yellow Springs, gradually transforming those suffering spirits into clear-minded souls.

Behind Zhang Xiaofan, Lu Xueqi held the Tianya Sword and followed closely. Looking at the kneeling ghosts on both sides, she was greatly shaken.

Perhaps, this is the true way!

Lu Xueqi murmured to herself, but when she looked up at the lonely figure not far away, whose Yin energy was growing stronger, Lu Xueqi's eyes became more and more determined.

"This is my junior brother's path, but not mine. My path... If you can't hold on any longer, I will personally send us on our way together. I only wish that we can meet again in the Yellow Springs after death!"

The azure sword light flickered slightly, like the unchanging cold moon in the sky, never abandoning its duty, forever guarding the darkness of this vast land, silently being a lonely companion, accompanying the lonely earth, and also accompanying the earth's loneliness.

The two walked one after the other for an unknown amount of time until there were no more traces of evil spirits around them. Zhang Xiaofan slowly put down the flute in his hand. At this moment, his whole body was enveloped in a chilling white aura of evil, and his blue and white robes were also stained a chilling white.

Even the Ink Snow Sword on his back was covered with a thin layer of frost. As for the Burning Sword, it was transformed into a pale white longsword by the enormous Yin energy, with only a faint glimpse of its dark red blade visible through the almost tangible Yin energy.

Seeing that Zhang Xiaofan was still conscious, Lu Xueqi breathed a sigh of relief and quickly went over to him.

Zhang Xiaofan, who had stopped playing, staggered and almost fell. Fortunately, Lu Xueqi reacted quickly and caught him—or rather, hugged him.

At this moment, Zhang Xiaofan was so cold from absorbing too much Yin energy that he couldn't help but tremble and instinctively curled up.

As a result, Zhang Xiaofan, who was originally more than half a head taller than Lu Xueqi, even seemed petite and frail in Lu Xueqi's arms.

Seeing the frost on Zhang Xiaofan's face formed by the Yin energy, Lu Xueqi couldn't help but feel heartache. She reached out and hugged his trembling body tightly, trying to use her body heat to reduce Zhang Xiaofan's pain.

Fortunately, the Burning Sword was powerful enough, or perhaps it was simply ignorant, as it rapidly absorbed the rootless Yin energy.

Before long, the Burning Sword returned to its previous dark red blade and deep blue body. However, the color was even deeper than before, and its aura was even more restrained, like an abyss, unfathomable.

The Yin energy within Zhang Xiaofan's body was also absorbed by the Burning Sword, and the bit of it that touched the Ink Snow Sword was simply a matter of one bite from the Burning Sword.

The current Burning Sword is probably even more terrifying than the legendary Ancestral Sword.

After Zhang Xiaofan felt the cold energy in his body disappear, he was about to get up when he suddenly heard a teasing voice coming from afar.

"Tsk tsk tsk, what a loving couple! Who would have thought that an elite disciple of the prestigious Qingyun Sect would fall at the feet of a successor of the Hehuan Sect? How interesting!"

Upon hearing this, Lu Xueqi's face flashed with anger, but she quickly remembered something and forced herself to suppress it. After looking down and seeing that Zhang Xiaofan had returned to normal, she blushed and released him.

Zhang Xiaofan looked up at Lu Xueqi, said nothing, but reached out and took her slightly cool hand in his. Then, he turned his head to look in the direction from which the sound came.

Not far away stood a woman dressed in a light green dress, with delicate eyebrows and snow-white skin. She was none other than Biyao, whom they had met at the Mountain and Sea Garden.

Behind Biyao, the Vermilion Bird Envoy, Youji, dressed in an elegant light purple dress, also quietly appeared. Behind the two of them were five men in bright yellow clothes, who were the disciples of the Ghost King Sect.

There were only five. Presumably, one must have been lost on the way. It's just unknown whether it was killed by vampire bats, ambushed by the Blood Refining Hall, or killed by strange beasts at the bottom of the Dead Abyss.

"It's true what they say, you never know where you'll meet someone in life. I never imagined I'd meet you two ladies so soon."

Zhang Xiaofan chuckled lightly, his face completely at ease, as if being bewitched by Lu Xueqi, this 'demon sect enchantress,' was not a shameful thing at all, but rather something to be proud of.

(End of this chapter)