Chapter 389: Chapter 388: She Also Counts as My Disciple
Chapter 388: She Also Counts as My Disciple
Sigh~ Even after telling though he’s telling the truth, why does no one believe him?
Luo Wusheng felt helpless, but then happily let out a breath of relief.
That Soulblade Specter who called himself the Sword Emperor ultimately still couldn’t understand the complicated relationship he had with a certain Sword Ancestor’s successor—nor did it understand that conversation itself was an art form.
Considering how clever Little Yuli is, a problem of this level is not something that is hard for him to handle.
The only issue was that at the start, he really did panic a little and failed to respond in the best possible way.
In fact, if he had just calmly thought it through—like what he would do if those first two messages were really sent by himself to tease Little Yuli—then the problem would have naturally unraveled.
Wait, on second thought, maybe that was the true intention of that so-called Sword Emperor from the beginning?
At this realization, Luo Wusheng instinctively looked toward the stone statue at the center of the altar... and casually used his spiritual energy to retrieve the pitch-black broken sword he had accidentally dropped earlier.
This broken sword—Oscillation—seemed to have cried itself dry.
All that was lost... still had a chance to start over. It had to keep going, strong and determined.
The special Soulblade Specter inside its blade was visibly drained but still struggling to restore the black mist energy known as the "Sword Principle."
And at long last, Oscillation gave up its temper tantrum toward its parasitic host. The blade trembled slightly and, through their link, sent a message that roughly translated to "let’s make up." After expressing that sentiment, it obediently returned to Luo Wusheng’s dantian, sliding down from his waist.
It also didn’t torment the poor "door" that had already suffered so much before.
’Feels like next time it tries to act up, I could just threaten to send it back here...’
A bit like how a parent disciplines their child.
But next time... would that self-proclaimed Sword Emperor even re-form?
Luo Wusheng looked at the statue, its face obscured beneath layers of bizarre stone armor.
There were still so many questions he hadn’t had the chance to ask—what a loss.
"I had just figured out what I wanted to ask..."
He’d originally wanted to ask what kind of state this "Sword Emperor" was currently in.
Considering that he’s one of the Ancient Heavenly Gate’s Emperors—was there any chance at all that he could return to the world with his terrifying cultivation?
And beyond that...
’When he first met me, he did mention... the Heavenly Emperor.’
The Heavenly Emperor—that title could belong to only one person in this world.
The master of the Ancient Heavenly Gate.
At the very moment that figure had called him "Heavenly Emperor," countless speculations had raced through Luo Wusheng’s mind.
Like... if that Celestial ruler had perished after the ancient era, could he be Luo Wusheng’s past life—like several reincarnations ago?
And if he hadn’t died, could Luo Wusheng be his illegitimate son?
As someone who had grown up without parents yet possessed peerless talent, the Demon Sect Holy Saint didn’t think it was impossible.
Though to be fair, the Sword Emperor had also denied his own initial statement at the time...
"What he said later was... that I have nothing to do with the Heavenly Emperor. But the Heavenly Emperor, like me, is entangled in countless Karmic links..."
And he even said I didn’t have many years left to live...
Ugh, well, that part was true. In the original story, he didn’t even make it a full year.
’Karma, huh... It’s a shame that when I last used the Red String of Causality, I didn’t pay close attention. Do I really have that much karma on me?’
That would also mean he was involved in a whole lot of schemes.
Luo Wusheng gave a bitter smile and shook his head before picking up the short sword in his hand.
[Alright, I’ll stop teasing you. Did anything happen in the Royal City while I was gone?]
[Hmph! What could have happened? The whole city says that ever since you left, things have been way more peaceful!]
Her words were laced with the indignation of a young girl, her tone just barely hiding a pout.
Luo Wusheng’s expression turned odd.
How could she say something like that with a straight face?
The recent instability in the Royal City was clearly because it had been chosen as the plot development site for a certain original protagonist.
As everyone knows, any place associated with the protagonist is bound to encounter something.
Right now, even the high-ranking officials of the Immortal Nation were still running around like headless chickens trying to handle the aftermath.
Thinking this, Luo Wusheng momentarily forgot to respond.
So the other side sent another message.
[That being the case, just what have you been busy with? It’s already been nearly a full day, hasn’t it?]
[Nothing much. Just did a bit of preparation, in case I run into another situation like with that chicken Netherkin. I didn’t want to be caught off guard again... Of course, it’s mostly just a precaution. The Royal City is still the foundation of the Immortal Nation—it’s not that easy for things to go wrong there.]
Mm, that was what most people living in the Immortal Nation believed too.
Not wanting to dwell on the topic and risk slipping up, Luo Wusheng changed the subject and sent another message.
[But I’ve got time today... Would my Little Yuli like to hear a story?]
[I— Hmph, forget it. Just go ahead and talk. I’ll listen—for now.]
[Then how about calling me "husband"?]
[Over my dead body.]
...
Luo Wusheng had said that on purpose—just to poke the Sword Fairy and get her slightly riled up.
That way, until he personally went to coax her back, the girl would stay in that adorably flustered state.
Luo Wusheng had plenty of experience when it came to cheering up Little Yuli in this sort of situation.
And the first step for that is to give her some space to cool down.
Now that everything else had finally been handled, the Demon Sect Holy Saint rubbed his temples and turned his gaze toward the suspended water sphere. His eyes seemed to pierce through the misty surface and glimpse the peerlessly beautiful woman within.
It was time to turn his attention to his wife who had been waiting patiently all this while.
[He’s already dissipated. How are you feeling now?]
Through the mind-link created by the Sword Embryo, Luo Wusheng sent a message to Ling Shuangxue.
The Sword Sect Peak Master—who could only receive information this way while inside the water sphere—had clearly been waiting for this moment for a while. Considering the fact that she immediately responded.
[It’s better than I expected... If things continue like this, not only would I be able to condense the Oscillation Sword Body. My cultivation should also break through to the late-stage of the Nascent Soul realm.]
Upon receiving his wife’s response, Luo Wusheng couldn’t help but feel a little emotional.
Come to think of it, in the original story, every member of the protagonist’s harem had some kind of cheat physique or elite background. Only Ling Shuangxue had nothing but her identity as the protagonist’s master. Her talent was decent, but by no means peerless...
And now, this "master of the protagonist" was finally getting her own cheat.
The Sword Emperor’s legacy—probably second only to the Sword Ancestor’s.
’Not that the Sword Emperor himself would ever admit that...’
Just as he was thinking that, a voice echoed in his mind again.
[In my current state, I might fall into enlightenment at any moment. Before that happens, there’s something I want to say...]
[Hm?]
[It’s about Yuliu being the Sword Ancestor’s successor...]
Luo Wusheng immediately understood and gave a small smile.
[Don’t worry. Although this is the first I’m hearing of it and it did surprise me a little, until you and Yuliu have a proper conversation and settle things clearly, I won’t interfere.]
[After all, Yuliu is your disciple—which means she also counts as my disciple... I’ll handle this properly.]
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