PFC Chapter 303 Young Man on a White Horse Drunk in the Spring Breeze 78
Chapter 303 Young Man on a White Horse Drunk in the Spring Breeze 78
Under this sword energy, everything seemed to sense the threat of death and fell into silence. Even the air seemed to freeze, and time seemed to stand still at this moment.
Just as Nangong Chunshui was shocked by this sudden change, the vortex in the sky seemed to be driven by an invisible force and began to spin faster.
One by one, figures, like kites with broken strings, fell from the vortex.
Blood rained down from the sky, as if bringing an unprecedented red rain to the world.
Witnessing all this, Nangong Chunshui felt a chill run down her spine and her mind reeling. She couldn't help but mutter, "Xiao Ruojin is truly bloodthirsty up there. Just how many extraterrestrial immortals has he slaughtered? Could he have really wiped out the Heavenly Realm?"
While he was shocked, a huge question arose in his mind: Xiao Ruojin has only been practicing martial arts for a few years, how could she be so powerful?
It should be noted that the last person to go up and kill was Su Xinghe, who killed so many immortals with just his sword that they dared not descend to the mortal realm, making him arguably the greatest person in history.
Is Xiao Ruojin today even more powerful than Su Xinghe was back then?
……
As the last figure fell, the strange phenomena in the sky began to dissipate.
The sky, which had been a fiery red, gradually returned to its normal color, and the black clouds began to dissipate, revealing a clear blue sky.
The lightning gradually stopped, and the thunder subsided, as if the whole world was waking up from a nightmare.
The enormous vortex in the sky had vanished, leaving only a few wisps of smoke drifting in the air, seemingly a reminder of what had just happened.
"Wait, Xiao Ruojin hasn't come down yet!"
Nangong Chunshui's heart tightened suddenly, and she anxiously looked around, afraid of missing Xiao Ruojin's figure.
Just then, Xiao Ruojin, carrying the Heaven-Slaying Sword, gracefully descended from the sky and lightly stepped onto the earth.
However, the moment Xiao Ruojin's feet touched the ground, his body began to age at an alarming rate.
This scene caused Nangong Chunshui, who was about to step forward, to freeze in place.
And so, he watched helplessly as Xiao Ruojin's face gradually aged, her jet-black hair slowly turning gray. In just a few breaths, Xiao Ruojin seemed to have aged thirty or forty years.
"How could you look like this..."
Just a moment ago, the person in front of me looked about thirty years old. Why did they suddenly start to look old and appear to be in their sixties or seventies?
Could it be...?
Nangong Chunshui's brow twitched violently, and she had some vague guesses in her mind.
Xiao Ruojin was still immersed in the exhilaration of pacifying the Heavenly Realm and avenging her great grudge.
Upon hearing Nangong Chunshui's words, he looked down and saw the streaks of gray hair falling across his chest, but he only smiled faintly and said indifferently, "In order to pacify the Heavenly Realm this time, I forcibly borrowed the power of the entire human world. Such a huge power is simply too much for my body to bear. My current old age is just the backlash of that power."
Hearing his nonchalant words, Nangong Chunshui's eyes were filled with complex emotions: "Is it worth it? Although the immortals from beyond the realm covet the mortal world, they cannot easily descend to the mortal realm because the four sages guard the four borders."
"And you, as the ruler of the world, possessing a vast empire, could have chosen not to do this."
Xiao Ruojin gave a cold laugh, a hint of icy glint in her eyes: "It's just a loss of half of my lifespan. I'm overjoyed to be able to get rid of those demons."
The thought of that bastard cursing me to my face that I would never be able to go home fills me with rage.
If he doesn't eliminate all these demons, how can he quell the rage in his heart?
Nangong Chunshui listened quietly to him finish speaking, then suddenly burst into a hearty laugh: "Well said! Your current bold and magnanimous spirit is much more pleasant to see than your previous gentle but hypocritical demeanor."
Xiao Ruojin was not angry upon hearing this. Instead, her face remained calm and her tone was even: "I have always been a vengeful person, but my background and aspirations dictate that I must learn to hide my emotions and not act impulsively."
He paused, then continued, "You people of the martial world pursue 'exhilaration,' while I desire the entire world. This is the fundamental difference between us."
"Is being an emperor really that important?" Nangong Chunshui asked from the bottom of his heart. He came from a background of the martial arts world and was used to being free and unrestrained. He simply couldn't understand those like Xiao Ruojin who spent their entire lives pursuing fame, fortune, and power.
Upon hearing this, a look of confusion flashed across Xiao Ruojin's face, as if the question had touched a chord deep within her heart.
He pondered for a moment, then slowly said, "From the moment I was born, my fate has been closely intertwined with that of my family and the imperial court. Asking me to do anything else would be an unimaginable and unfamiliar experience for me; I simply cannot do it."
“My mission, my responsibility, all point to this predetermined path. Even if I don’t take the initiative, the people and things around me will push me forward like the tide, making it impossible for me to turn back. I have no other choice. Besides…”
Xiao Ruojin smiled confidently, an invisible aura seemingly spreading around her: "Since ancient times, divine artifacts have been possessed by the virtuous. I am confident that I am no less capable than anyone else, and I also possess the ability to command ministers and govern the world. I can make the country stronger, and the people can live in peace and prosperity."
"If I am not emperor, then what should I be?"
Nangong Chunshui sighed softly, her eyes filled with a mixture of helplessness and amusement: "Alright, alright, I understand your ambition now. It's truly admirable that you insisted on uttering such bold words despite your serious injuries. If you can't hold back any longer, just collapse! I will take good care of you in the days to come."
Xiao Ruojin nodded slightly: "I just heard what you said and had some thoughts in my heart that I had to express. Now that I have said everything, I will trouble you to take care of me these next few days."
After saying that, Xiao Ruojin closed his eyes and fell down. Before he fell to the ground, Nangong Chunshui caught him steadily.
……
Xiao Ruojin recuperated in Kunlun for almost a month before descending the mountain. However, after descending the mountain, he did not go directly back to Tianqi City, but instead went to Hanshan Temple in Gusu City first.
The bells tolled melodiously, incense smoke swirled, and a sense of peace and tranquility enveloped the world, as if it could wash away all the dust of the world.
Xiao Ruojin hesitated for a long time in front of the mountain gate before entering Hanshan Temple.
He is always decisive and efficient in his actions, and rarely hesitates like this.
"Master Forget-Worries".
The old monk, with his white hair and beard, was kind-looking. He was slightly taken aback when he saw Xiao Ruojin, and then respectfully performed a Buddhist salute: "Amitabha, so it is His Majesty who has come in person."