Chapter 169 - You Are His Wife
Controlling her flying sword, Sun Fen halted before Frost River Manor.
The girl adorned a green dress reminiscent of a lotus, her ebony hair flowing like a waterfall, her shoulders sharp as blades, and her stature tall and resolute. Despite her elegance and heroism, her starry eyes harbored a keen sword-like intent. Breaking through the Mental Demon barrier, her aura surging towards the Eighth Level of the Void Refinement Realm exuded sharpness, yet her furrowed brows betrayed a hint of weariness and uncertainty, akin to a veil veiling a freshly honed blade. The Hundred Refined Steel encircled her fingers, the sharp sword still sheathed, the one who once drew it now absent.
Alighting on the ground, she surveyed the manor ensconced within the woods. Its rows of green-tiled roofs and white walls, though lacking the grandeur of the Celestial Gate, still exuded an air of majesty and presence amongst mortal abodes.
Emblazoned on the manor gate were four bold characters of Frost River Manor, penned with vigor and strength, a testament to collective craftsmanship.
This marked the site of his reappearance.
Prior to this, it seemed as if Guo Xiaobo had never existed. Regardless of the method employed in search, only one outcome emerged.
Nonexistence.
Yet, the indelible traces he left behind rendered forgetting impossible.
Sun Fen tenderly touched her heart, reminiscing on his steadfast silhouette atop the city wall, confronting the overwhelming tide with unwavering resolve and sword in hand.
Did he perceive the turmoil and trepidation within her?
That's why he imparted this sword intent to her.
He made the decision on her behalf, balancing life and personal sentiment.
Even if Sun Fen disregarded her duty as a Destiny's Song Sword Cultivator, she couldn't shirk her obligation to safeguard the city's inhabitants behind her.
After circumventing for a while, he assumed responsibility for all her missteps.
Sun Fen shook her head. What a scoundrel… He must have calculated it meticulously. Henceforth, she could no longer harbor resentment towards him.
Furthermore, he had previously surpassed her. By her own admission, she would have to yield to him… Just the thought of it made her aware of what that individual would do.
The Destiny's Song Sword Cultivator inwardly scoffed. The City Lord, the Young Master, the concealed guards, and the seductress… they all came, one after another. The information from the Soul Haunt Ship was accurate; indeed, a dissolute rogue.
She recalled the scene from Oriental Lychee Tavern that day.
The concealed guard knelt before her. With a single glance, she could discern his lewd intentions. Sun Fen couldn't help but feel a gnawing worry, difficult to articulate. He wouldn't dare to humiliate her like this, would he? Even though he claimed she could deal with him however she wished, this was too much…
The Destiny's Song Sword Cultivator's face flushed crimson, tinged with despondency. What was the point of dwelling on this now? There was no one else.
When she descended, she employed the tracking technique from before. Initially effective, even amidst the surging tide, it maintained precise tracking.
She scoured the river for an extended period until the signal abruptly ceased.
It happened suddenly, yet there remained a faint connection… He hadn't perished but seemed to have employed some method to sever the spell.
Sun Fen felt overwhelmingly despondent and sorrowful in that moment.
She gazed vacantly at the seemingly endless river before her, her heart adrift. Her thoughts scattered, and eventually, she returned to the shore in a daze.
She surmised her countenance at that moment must have been frightful. She was so distraught that even Xun Yimu, tearfully seeking assistance in the water, was startled.
The young girl stared at her blankly, and upon regaining composure, hastily inquired if she found anything. She shook her head, and Xun Yimu's expression darkened immediately.
Subsequently, Sun Fen declined Shen Lin and departed Night's Fall Sword City. However, she heard that individuals from the Profound Yin Family had already arrived. She wondered how the young girl and the Lord of Night's Fall Sword City would handle it.
Sun Fen heaved a lengthy sigh, gazing at the manor before her.
Swoosh!
Stowing her airborne blade, she advanced with an impassive countenance. Identifying herself and her purpose to the guards at the entrance, she proceeded.
Although the guard, a mortal martial artist, harbored apprehension, he recognized the Blistook Pavilion and promptly relayed the message.
Sun Fen offered a faint acknowledgment.
Regardless, Sun Fen resolved to investigate the place where Guo Fan had reappeared after such a prolonged absence. She sought him out, unaware of his past.
During his time at the Blistook Pavilion, he had come and gone unpredictably, divulging nothing of his background or identity.
Finally, she had discovered a lead.
Although this approach had once stoked her ire, prompting a pursuit spanning thousands of miles.
In hindsight, Guo Fan's anxious demeanor had been endearing. Yet, he claimed he had no choice but to vex her. Now, it seemed evident.
Even when she chased him relentlessly, causing him to flee in disarray and misery, it was likely a facade. Why had she doubted his sincerity then? Despite his capricious nature, he always held the upper hand, a rascal who never yielded, even in his fickleness… His resolve remained unshaken.
As she had remarked recently, all she desired was a resolution.
Upon entering the hall, Sun Fen emanated an intense, imperceptible pressure, unsettling both Su Feng and Gu Yaling simultaneously.
She resembled an unsheathed, peerless blade, so sharp it was difficult to meet her gaze directly. Her pitch-black eyes exuded a daunting aura, instilling involuntary trepidation.
The black-haired maiden clad in green attire spoke softly, “Are you his spouse?”
Gu Yaling, the least cultivated among them, paled slightly. She cowered behind Su Feng like a frightened rabbit, clutching the latter's garments anxiously. Despite her fear and defiance, she refused to capitulate.
The Destiny's Song Sword Cultivator, a master of the Void Refining Stage, wielded an indomitable sword. Capable of moving mountains with a single stroke, numerous tales attested to her prowess.
Undoubtedly, as a cultivator, she stood as an unreachable pinnacle.
Once a mere mortal, Gu Yaling had only embarked on her cultivation journey two months prior. Her comprehension of cultivator prowess remained limited. However, witnessing Guo Fan's reaction upon hearing the news and promptly fleeing left an indelible mark on her. Consequently, she recognized the sheer terror emanating from this Destiny's Song Sword Cultivator.
With determination, the girl tightened her small fists, her pallid face assuming a resolute expression.
Despite the overwhelming dread inspired by the Destiny's Song Sword Cultivator and Guo Fan's hasty retreat, she refused to capitulate. Even if faced with imminent peril and death, she would not yield!
Through myriad trials and tribulations, she pledged to persevere until the bitter end.
Her words would undoubtedly come to fruition.
Su Feng, standing before the girl, felt a profound sense of dread. Inhaling deeply, her heart sank. She had even dispatched a signal to the Wide Ocean Sect, urging preparation for evacuation.
A practitioner at the Core Forming Stage, yet when confronting Sun Fen, she couldn't gauge the opponent's exact strength. All she perceived was an abyss-like presence, with Spiritual Energy coalescing into an unyielding vortex, exuding relentless pressure.
Adjacent to him, the swords on the weapons rack trembled faintly, emitting a metallic clang.
It led one to speculate whether even a sword cultivator could draw their blade under such circumstances.
The chasm was insurmountable…
Sun Fen might need but a single strike, rendering all present incapable of escape.
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