Published: March 8, 2025
Then, after pouring out all her feelings, Mo Qingwu realized that what she truly wanted was not just giving; a woman needs a support in her life. And that person had already become her support…
But that lonely swordsman ultimately chose to leave with indifference; he planned to pursue a merciless path in swordsmanship, transforming himself into a cold blade to avenge his master and junior…
She begged him… but he finally chose to leave without looking back…
Years of separations and reunions, years of mutual hurt, years of...
Finally, after he rejected her once more, she left with a broken heart.
On the way, she encountered an ambush… He rushed over desperately, but she had already lost her strength. Yet, who could know that when she lay in his arms, seeing him tearfully anxious, her heart was filled with such satisfaction.
Only, there was still regret in her heart: was she more important, or was the sword more important? Was she more beautiful, or was the sword more beautiful? The pride in her bones wouldn’t allow her to bow down to a sword, so she struggled and said to him: I’m prettier than the sword…
This sentence was originally a question; ‘Brother Chu Yang, am I prettier than the sword…?’ But when she saw him nodding vigorously with tears in his eyes, she felt satisfied… She never spoke the last word…
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Mo Qingwu sat on the stone steps, reminiscing about her dream, a look of confusion on her delicate face.
This dream, she had dreamed countless times, but why? Why?
If someone knew about Mo Qingwu's dream, they would realize that her current expression was exactly the same as the gentle, waiting look of her dream self…
Time and again, night after night, Mo Qingwu woke up from her dream.
At first, they were just fragmented snippets.
But in the recent days, it had become almost every three to five nights. This experience repeated itself in her dreams!
It was a complete repetition!
Mo Qingwu was truly frightened; what on earth was happening?
Why was the self in her dreams so different from the self in reality, even though they were clearly the same person? Why was the Chu Yang in her dreams so different from her Brother Chu Yang in reality, with completely different personalities and temperaments?
If this were a dream, why was every dream the same??
If this were not a dream, some things and timeframes had already become past tense, and she was not in the middle of the third day!
Those were clearly things that could not possibly happen again!
Why?
Mo Qingwu was filled with extreme fear in her heart.
At this moment, she desperately longed for Chu Yang to be by her side, explaining this bizarre matter to her.
But Chu Yang was not there, and Mo Qingwu couldn't confide in anyone else…
So she bottled it up inside, bearing it all alone…
Moreover, Mo Qingwu was surprised to find that her mood was gradually changing. Some habitual actions of hers were surprisingly changing under the subtle influence of her dream.
She was becoming like the type of person in her dreams.
Finally, on that day; Mo Qingwu suddenly felt a loud 'bang', an inexplicable message surged into her mind. At that moment, she was eating, but suddenly froze, then let out a scream before fainting.
Then, everyone seemed to receive a clear message: The Nine Heavens Passage has opened!
The nine calamity sword master has obtained the sixth section of the Nine Calamity Sword!
However, in the Chu Family, aside from a few people, no one took this matter to heart. Instead, Mo Qingwu's sudden fainting was considered a significant event!
No one knew that when Mo Qingwu fainted, it was precisely at the moment Chu Yang picked up the sixth section of the Nine Calamity Sword on Pagoda Mountain!
Over there, Chu Yang obtained the sixth section.
Over here, Mo Qingwu suddenly fainted!
Not a moment apart!
Yang Ruolan became flustered; during this time, Mo Qingwu's cleverness, cuteness, and intelligence had already deeply won her heart.
Although she was a bit young, such a girl who was deeply affectionate towards her son and swore she would marry him was undeniably a beauty… Yang Ruolan couldn’t find any faults to pick.