Published: March 8, 2025
Chu Yang was momentarily stunned: City of Spirits?
Where is the City of Spirits?
From the auspicious Dragon and Phoenix, he obtained the seventh segment of the Nine Calamity Sword, and the location of the eighth segment is related to the Elf Clan.
"Sword Spirit, where did the previous Nine Calamity Sword masters obtain the Nine Calamity Sword? It wouldn't be from the Dragon and Phoenix or the City of Spirits, would it?" Chu Yang asked.
"How is that possible!" the Sword Spirit laughed: "In all of history, there's only you with such fate! The previous Nine Calamity Sword masters didn't even have the nine great elixirs accompanying them..."
Chu Yang let out an "oh," then asked, "Do you know where the City of Spirits is?"
The Sword Spirit smiled helplessly: "How would I know that? However... if you want to know, there is one person who definitely knows where the City of Spirits is! Moreover, this person would be very willing to take you there."
Chu Yang suddenly realized: "Young Master Wei!"
"That's right!" the Sword Spirit replied: "In the entire world, only Young Master Wei could know and find... the City of Spirits!"
Chu Yang silently nodded.
Young Master Wei should have come up the moment the Nine Heavens opened, but why has there been no news of him until now? Where has he gone?
Gathering his thoughts, Chu Yang looked at the waiting Ao Xieyun and Rui Butong, and with a warm smile in response to their concerned gazes, he said, "It's nothing, let's go."
...
Two more days passed.
Chu Yang galloped on his horse, the wind blowing against him carried a hint of autumn coolness.
Today marked the fifth day since leaving the Chu Family, and they were approaching the great river, soon to leave the southeast.
Thinking of the sad expression on his grandfather's face when he mentioned the traitor in their family, he felt a pang of regret. Chu Feilong's wife, Wei, had committed suicide the moment Chu Yang and the others returned home.
She left behind a few lines: "Half in the night, half with the surname Chu. Joy in the morning, sorrow in the evening; wishing to give joy and filial piety, but alas, the Ghostly Trap locks the heart's lake; one for the grace of nurturing growth, one for the husband's blood lineage; half a life of sorrow, half a life of laughter, a lifetime of contradictions and solitude; now my bones turn to clear wind, in the Nine Springs below, can there be a husband? Sinful woman Wei begs for forgiveness; please pity my Yun'er who is lonely, and grant me care, as we share the Chu bloodline. I seek no glory, do not wish for wealth, do not need talent. I don't need to fight, a peaceful life is the greatest wish of this sinful woman..."
From this parting poem, one can see the woman's contradictory feelings. She might have been cruel, insidious, or unforgivable, but this life was, after all, filled with contradictions. Painful.
One for the grace of nurturing growth, one for the husband's blood lineage.
The nurturing grace from the Ye Family, the blood ties of the Chu Family.
As for "half a life of sorrow, half a life of laughter, a lifetime of contradictions and solitude," it was even more heart-wrenching.
After all, she was merely a pawn of the Ye Family, used to deal with other families.
The Ye Family planted this piece on the chessboard to control the Chu Family against the Xiao Clan. However, perhaps due to luck or other reasons, after all these years, they ultimately failed.
Now her bones have turned to clear wind, in the Nine Springs below, can there be a husband?
Chu Yang sighed; she must have had true feelings for Chu Feilong. Even in the Yellow Springs, she still cared about whether she could find Chu Feilong...
But then, what would it matter if she found him?
Chu Yang truly could not evaluate this woman.
"Brother Chu Yang, what are you sighing about?" Mo Qingwu, dressed in red, shared a horse with Chu Yang, her soft hair brushing against his face, gentle as if trying to tickle into his heart.
Noticing his sigh, she turned her head slightly and asked.