Published: March 8, 2025
Chu Yang seemed to have an epiphany and fell into contemplation.
“Is it that you want to say, ‘cherish’ is the most precious and enduring thing in this world?” Chu Yang said word by word.
“I didn’t say that; you said it yourself,” the Sword Spirit replied with a sly smile.
Chu Yang also smiled, as if having gained some insight, murmuring the word ‘cherish’ and feeling a significant reduction in the pressure on his heart. His spirit seemed to have undergone a profound awakening, and he murmured, “Thank you, Sword Spirit. I think I understand now. In the future, I will cherish even more what I already have.”
The Sword Spirit smiled faintly and said in a low voice, “Yes, in life, having things worthy of cherishing is an immense happiness. You are very fortunate because you have many things worth cherishing, while what I have to cherish…” The Sword Spirit's voice sounded a bit lost.
Chu Yang quietly said, “Sword Spirit, you are also worthy of my cherishing.”
He paused and added, “I cherish you very much!”
The Sword Spirit’s body trembled slightly, and he chuckled, “Thank you.”
The voice sounded somewhat unnatural.
Chu Yang smiled reassuringly and looked pained at Wu Qianqian’s body in his arms, asking, “In that case, how should we preserve Qianqian’s body?”
The Sword Spirit reminded, “You can place her in the nine calamity space. Although your current level cannot accommodate living beings, she is already dead. For a corpse, the nine calamity space is inconsequential.”
Upon hearing this, Chu Yang instantly became furious, shouting, “Dead? Corpse? You’re the one who’s a corpse! Your whole family are corpses!”
This guy had just thanked someone and expressed his appreciation, yet in the blink of an eye, he was cursing them out.
The Sword Spirit wisely shrank his neck and stopped talking. He muttered inwardly, “Damn it! I seriously doubt the sincerity of what you just said! You just said you cherish me, and now you’re cursing my whole family as corpses. I was just touched a moment ago…”
Clearly, he was on the brink of exploding, and saying anything at this moment would only be self-defeating. It was better to remain silent…
Chu Yang glanced at the injuries of the others and felt somewhat relieved. Aside from Rui Butong, who was piled in the corner like a heap of rotten meat, everyone else seemed to be safe.
Dong Wushang had already regained consciousness and struggled to stand up. Sweat dripped down his face as he reached out and with a crack, repositioned his broken ribs. Then, he reset the bones of his right arm one by one, grimacing in pain, large beads of sweat rolling off, hissing in cold air, while muttering, “Damn, that hurts.” He continued his actions despite the pain.
Mo Lei Er watched in anger and heartache. Bowing her head, she scolded, “I’ve never seen such a stubborn fool… There’s a divine doctor here; do you think you’re going to die waiting?”
Dong Wushang grinned weakly and rolled his eyes, “What do you know? If the boss does it, it’ll hurt even more than if I do it myself…” He then stood up and walked over to Rui Butong, cursing, “This guy really died disgustingly.” He kicked Rui Butong, sending him flying.
Everyone was stunned.
Seeing that the others had no life-threatening injuries, Chu Yang finally felt somewhat at ease. He let out a long breath, picked up the unconscious Mo Qingwu, and carried her inside to lay her down before coming back out to pick up the others.
It was only at this moment that the voice echoed in his mind again, reminding him of that sentence.
She is Little Sweet.
She is a woman.
She saved you.
She has your child.
The thought of the child made Chu Yang’s heart shudder, filled with a mixed feeling that he simply could not describe.
He recalled the time he fought against the Golden Horse Knights Hall in the forests of Sky Tower, and was poisoned by the lust serpent, facing imminent danger; at that time, only Tie Butian and the Shadow Couple were by his side…