Published: March 8, 2025
Chapter 38: With Affection and Tears, One Can Be Free; Both Laughing and Crying to Resolve the Inner Demon!
Chu Yang stood up in shock, at this moment, he surprisingly lost his composure.
He stared wide-eyed at the ancestral master of the Chu Family, feeling a storm of emotions within him!
Even the Sword Spirit in his mind couldn't help but tremble all over! It opened its eyes, looking through Chu Yang's body at the ancestral master of the Chu Family, its eyes filled with unexpected surprise.
Even it did not expect that the ancestral master of the Chu Family was cultivating the heaven-defying way of affection!
At this moment, Chu Yang might not truly understand what the way of affection was and how difficult it was to cultivate. However, the Sword Spirit had experienced the ups and downs of the human world for ninety thousand years and deeply knew that to successfully cultivate the way of affection was harder than reaching the sky!
Yet this ancestral master of the Chu Family had astonishingly broken through to the saint level fifth rank peak while desperately suppressing his cultivation level; otherwise, he would have reached the supreme second tier!
He had been here for seven hundred and three years. From his words, it seemed that his wife's cultivation level was not high, so he was at most around one thousand years old. So, how did he cultivate to this level in such a short time?
The way of affection… is filled with inner demons at every step!
"The way of affection..." The old man raised his head, and his expression was filled with melancholy. Chu Yang could clearly see that at this moment, the clouds and winds changed in his face, as if a thousand years of time turned into white clouds and mist, flowing quietly across his face.
On his frail face, at this moment, there was only longing, no regrets, and deep feelings; the only thing missing was sorrow and despair...
Chu Yang was lost in thought as he gazed at him, and at this moment, he suddenly saw a transformation before him—not clouds, not mist—but the passage of time like lightning, the years weaving through life and death, the great changes of the world...
In the vague distance, Chu Yang seemed to see him meeting his wife in the tea garden. At that time, he was a handsome young man, elegant and charming, with a beauty that could captivate a city, gentle and affectionate, surrounded by lush green grass and vibrant tea fields, with the gentle breeze and white clouds intoxicating the air...
Just a glance exchanged was enough for hearts to fall, a love at first sight that planted the seeds of affection, never to part, entwined in life and death, always supporting each other through thick and thin...
It seemed he saw him meeting with his brothers, galloping through the martial arts world, roaring across the landscape, relishing the joys and sorrows, commanding respect throughout the land...
In times of joy, even if at the ends of the earth, they would race through the night to share a drink, just to share their happiness with their brothers. In times of danger, he would be a shield for them, advising and persuading, but none would leave, facing life and death together. In times of pain, the brothers would cry together...
In happiness, there were laughter, laughing at the changes of the world; in anger, there was madness, fighting fiercely, staining the martial arts world with blood, causing the heavens to turn upside down and stirring up a storm!
Because with you and him by my side, I am unafraid!...
It seemed he saw his beloved wife pass away, unable to bear the pain, surrounded by his brothers who stayed to accompany him, sharing the sorrow and grief...
It seemed he saw his brothers grow old beside him, one by one closing their eyes, from vibrant life to complete silence, ultimately turning into a handful of loam, his heart tearing apart time and again...
Vaguely, it seemed a few grass-covered graves appeared before him, the setting sun quietly casting a silence over the earth; before the graves stood an old man in green clothing, standing for a long time, lost in thought and melancholy...