Chapter 171 - 102: But I Have No Heart
Chapter 171: Chapter 102: But I Have No Heart
Even though she knew Su Chen was only kind to her because of this face.
She gladly accepted it.
She was willing, even if it meant being her substitute.
"Alright!"
Lady Shui nodded.
That night, her fiery red clothes seemed dim and lusterless, as if they had lost all their color.
The night grew late.
She left the Imperial Palace of Daqian.
To wander the Jianghu.
Using Cyan Sparrow’s name and this very face.
"Now that she’s gone, she’ll probably never return to the Library Pavilion—that place of heartbreak. Nor will she come to see you again."
A young man in a Daoist robe, a wine gourd hanging from his waist, strode through the wind and snow. He came to stand beside Su Chen, and together they watched the red-clad figure recede into the distance.
"To leave such a beauty utterly heartbroken... in all the world, I suppose only you, the Wind Snow Sword Immortal, are capable of such a thing."
"By the way, are you truly not worried she’ll be in danger?"
Su Chen gazed up at the tree, then as if at the moon, then as if into his own heart. He wasn’t surprised by Yu Le’s arrival.
First year of Daqian.
The Celestial Alliance has returned to the Human World.
Demon Mountain was stirring restlessly.
The hidden powers of Great Yu remained silent and still.
But a figure in a black robe, carrying a Pill Furnace, had trekked a thousand li into the Imperial City. He buried the Pill Furnace, placing the entire Imperial City within its influence.
Furthermore, a top-level Innate of the Sword Dao, Mr. Sword, had gone to the Imperial Mausoleum. There, he played three games against the Sword Spirit created by the Great Yu Sword Immortal, using swords as their game pieces. The outcome remains unknown.
In addition.
A blood-haired young man was also leisurely approaching, riding a Cyan Ox and mingling with a contingent of armored soldiers.
His Longevity Fire was blood-red.
Su Chen didn’t know him.
But he could still identify him.
Because they both practiced the same Cultivation Technique: the Eighteen Golden Body Technique! He, too, was a cultivator of the Extreme Realm.
However, the other man was an Extreme Realm Grandmaster who had reached the Little Extreme Realm.
He was also one of the Ancient People of Great Yu.
He was most likely one of the Two Venerables from Great Yu’s ’One King, Two Venerables, and Three Immortals,’ the one whose fame was equal to Mr. Sword’s.
He was called Old Demon Gujue.
The creator of the Eighteen Golden Body Technique.
「Outside the Imperial City.」
Old Demon Gujue seemed to sense Su Chen’s gaze, as well as the Extreme Realm aura that came from the Eighteen Golden Body Technique.
’Tsk.’
’As expected of the Immortal Arrival Era.’
’It really is something else.’
’To think a brat from a later generation actually managed to reach this legendary realm. And he even cultivates the same technique as me?’
’But he’s pathetically weak. Only Extreme Realm First Grade. Looks like he’s stuck at the First-Grade Ceremony. He can’t even comprehend the simplest Heaven and Earth Formation. What a useless bum...’
Old Demon Gujue sneered. Sensing that Su Chen was merely Extreme Realm First Grade, he quickly lost interest.
"Mr. Gujue."
"On this occasion, I will be sure to introduce you to His Majesty."
"Daqian is in a period of resurgence and is in dire need of powerhouses like yourself. I hope you will consider staying at Court to lend your strength to the realm."
A young Marquis, a Heaven-piercing Halberd resting on his shoulder, approached Old Demon Gujue and spoke unhurriedly.
"Excellent. That would be for the best."
"Now that I have come, I have no intention of leaving this Imperial City."
A figure in red on horseback passed the troop of soldiers, disappearing into the vast darkness as she rode out of the city.
「Meanwhile.」
「In the Library Pavilion.」
Cyan Sparrow had never dreamed of wandering the Jianghu, but Lady Shui had. That changed after she met Su Chen; she just wanted to become *his* Cyan Sparrow.
But she had forgotten that she wasn’t that Cyan Sparrow. She was Lady Shui.
Next.
The Imperial City was about to be plunged into turmoil.
Su Chen didn’t want Lady Shui to remain here and get caught in the crossfire.
’Then let her go.’
’Being heartbroken is better than being dead.’
"Go and protect her."
"Yu Le."
"Consider it a favor I owe you."
Su Chen said.
Asking one of the Three Immortals of Great Yu to protect a mere First-Grade cultivator was, frankly, an insult.
Had it been anyone else, Yu Le would have scoffed at the request.
But Su Chen was the sole exception.
"Alright!"
Yu Le nodded earnestly and accepted.
The only person in the world who could command him like this was the white-robed figure standing before him under the moon.
Yu Le looked at Su Chen and asked him.
"Is it a shame?"
He seemed to be asking about Cyan Sparrow’s death, about this scene, and at this moment, about everything all at once.
"You’d have to ask my heart."
Su Chen answered.
He fell silent for a moment, then added.
"A pity."
"I don’t have a heart."
At that moment, Su Chen, who had been honing a sword within his heart for nearly three years, finally understood.
He knew what his third sword was missing.
A heart.
He had no heart.
And by extension, his third sword had only form, with no heart behind it.
’Then I shall forge a Sword Heart for my sword!’
「Beneath the moon.」
Su Chen whispered.
That night, within the Imperial City, a hundred thousand swords and over a million other weapons began to tremble violently. They levitated into the air, quaking as if in submission to some unseen presence...