Chapter 140: What a Sin |
This was just an interlude; the banquet inside the hall continued as usual.
But at this moment, everyone present became even more curious about the origin of this Daoist Jia, whispering among themselves, asking each other.
"Daoist Jia, such a generous gift—I truly don’t know how to repay you!"
The Emperor of Great Sui said, trying to suppress his excitement.
Jia Sidào waved his hand, as if it was just a trivial matter to him.
"Master, this is the prize we had prepared for the winner of this event. It’s a humble gift—we hope you won’t mind it."
Jia Sidào didn’t reply.
He had already said he didn’t want it. Saying otherwise now would ruin the image of a lofty expert.
He pretended to sip his wine, keeping silent.
"Master, this is Wuyin Wood."
Elder Sun explained.
"No roots, no leaves, untouched by karma. This wood is extremely rare. I came across three of them by chance—this is one of them."
Jia Sidào nodded, inwardly ecstatic.
It’s like dozing off and someone hands you a pillow.
He knew this trip wouldn’t be for nothing—he’d actually found Wuyin Wood.
One of the key materials for crafting the Heaven-Shielding Talisman.
A few days later, Jia Sidào left the capital.
The Emperor of Great Sui personally escorted him to the city gates.
Jia Sidào refused repeatedly, but couldn’t fend off the emperor’s enthusiasm.
"This is far enough."
The Emperor cupped his hands and said, "Master, safe travels."
Jia Sidào turned slowly, walking into the distance.
As he walked farther and farther—
Someone at the Emperor’s side couldn’t help but ask, "Your Majesty, why didn’t Master Jia ride the wind away?"
The Emperor of Great Sui smiled faintly. "What do you know! That’s the demeanor of a true expert."
Jia Sidào kept walking far away—still walking.
A Golden Core cultivator couldn’t yet ride the wind to fly.
Flying with a magic artifact at Golden Core Stage requires consuming spirit stones or pills to replenish spiritual power, and the speed is limited by the quality of the artifact.
Only at Nascent Soul Stage can one ride the wind, initially communicating with the laws of heaven and earth without external aid, condensing wind elements with spiritual power to lift oneself, traveling ten thousand miles a day.
If he flew or revealed his aura, he’d risk others uncovering his background.
Especially that powerhouse in the Tribulation Stage.
Better to walk.
Thinking of Ye Yunzhou, Jia Sidào sighed—what a sin.
"......."
Nether Realm, Supreme City.
Shangguan Suiyun was pacing back and forth, "Has my sister written back yet?"
The messenger trembled, "Reporting to you, Honored Lord... not yet... but I think very soon, it’s on the way!"
"Useless!"
Shangguan Suiyun casually crushed the messenger to death.
"Send someone else—go check if my sister’s letter is already on the road."
A subordinate nearby gulped, "Honored Lord, that was the last messenger we had."
"We only have one messenger in Supreme City?" Shangguan Suiyun raised an eyebrow.
"Honored Lord, we originally had many. But you’ve been killing one a day, and the rest quit from fear. They ran away."
"Useless! No messengers—how will my sister send me letters? What do I do if I don’t receive her letters? Go catch all the messengers and bring them back!"
"Yes!"
Shangguan Suiyun rubbed his temples.
"And get another painter. None of them can capture my sister’s beauty!"
"Y-yes..."
Not long after, Shangguan Suiyun received a letter.
He opened it, trembling fingers betraying his excitement.
[Dear Brother, though I cannot see you, this letter brings my heart to you.
Whenever my thoughts drift toward Supreme City, my heart fills with deep worry and endless longing.
Dear brother, just thinking of you alone in that faraway place makes my heart ache unbearably.
The cold wind on Mount Shushan still bites like before, howling through every corner.
But now, in this chill wind, your warm and familiar figure is missing.
In my eyes, you have always been so strong and fearless—as if nothing in the world could ever make you bow your head.
But only I, your sister, know the heavy burden and great responsibility hidden beneath your tough exterior.
That burden must be unbearable, yet you never complain to anyone.
So please, dear brother, promise me that you’ll take good care of yourself.
Don’t always think only of others and ignore your own body and feelings.
As for me, there’s no need to worry too much.
All is relatively peaceful on Mount Shushan. There are occasional ripples, but I can handle them.
By the way, brother, do you still remember Wangquan Road?
We passed through there once. The peach blossoms are blooming again now.
You once said that the peach blossoms there were your favorite scene.
But now, the blossoms are still here—but you are not beside me.
I often stand beneath the peach trees, watching the petals dance through the air, silently praying that we’ll meet again soon.
Wishing you all the best—may we reunite soon.
Sincerely,
Your sister forever.........]
There were even faint traces of tear stains on the paper.
Shangguan Suiyun read each word with care, as if he could picture his sister Feng Liuli writing it.
He closed his eyes and began imagining it.
It was a sunny afternoon, golden light streaming through the window like gauze across the room.
Feng Liuli sat quietly at her desk, turned slightly to the side, the sunlight perfectly highlighting her flawless profile.
Her delicate skin glowed like mutton-fat jade, her nose slender and elegant, lips lightly pressed together with a hint of sorrow.
A gentle breeze stirred her smooth hair and brushed against her robe, as if trying to soothe her inner unrest.
Feng Liuli was lost in thoughts of her distant brother.
Thinking about how her brother was still so far away, unsure when he would return—
Her beautiful eyes couldn’t help but reveal a deep melancholy.
That sorrow surged through her heart like waves, impossible to restrain.
She picked up her pen, pouring all her feelings into the letter—every stroke was filled with sincerity, every word with longing, as if to merge all her thoughts of her brother into the ink itself.
But tears, like a bursting dam, spilled uncontrollably—
One drop after another fell on the letter, smudging the words with blurry stains.
Those tear marks were like her broken heart, bearing all her longing and sorrow.
At this point, Shangguan Suiyun was already in tears.
(ಥ_ಥ)
".........."
Sunlight and breeze brushed Feng Liuli’s flowing hair.
"Senior Brother, is this okay?"
"Perfect. Don’t forget to squeeze a few tears onto it."
Li Xuanxiao held a thick stack of letters addressed to Shangguan Suiyun.
Looked like it was time.
"........."
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