nycdaug Chapter 325 Extra Chapter 1: Visiting the Grave
Chapter 325 Extra Chapter 1: Visiting the Grave
one year later.
Bamboo Forest Mountain.
The bamboo shadows swayed, the bamboo stalks gleaming with a faint bluish-green luster, smooth and delicate, the bamboo leaves layered upon layered, rustling in the breeze. Sunlight filtered through the gaps in the bamboo leaves, casting dappled light and shadow.
The large pit has been filled in, and no one will be injured if they fall into it.
A bluish-gray tomb stands where the pit once was, surrounded by lush bamboo.
The tombstone is powerfully engraved with seven characters: "Tomb of my beloved Si Jinchuan".
The grave stood alone in the bamboo grove, its air filled with the fresh, delicate fragrance of bamboo. Occasionally, the chirping of birds would bring a few sounds to the bamboo forest.
The tombstone was very clean, without a speck of moss, which showed that someone cleaned it regularly.
As the sun rose above the treetops, footsteps echoed through the bamboo grove. Xie Wanxun, carrying a basket of fruit and a wine jug at his waist, arrived before the tombstone.
Xie Wanxun laid out fruit and poured wine from the wine jug in front of the tombstone. Her eyes were filled with sorrow as she reached out and touched the tombstone, murmuring to herself, "Si Jinchuan, I never thought that after knowing you for sixteen years, you would leave me so soon. Now, there is no one to practice swordsmanship with me, and my swordsmanship has become quite rusty."
"Alas! How could you die so young?" Xie Wanxun picked up the wine flask at his waist, tilted his head back, and drank the remaining wine in one gulp.
A blush crept onto her face as she looked at the tombstone, her voice choked with emotion: "Si Jinchuan, I miss you so much."
Xie Wanxun sat on the ground, picked up an orange, peeled it and ate it, but her eyes were filled with unyielding sorrow.
Suddenly, a concerned voice came from the bamboo forest: "Fellow Daoist, why do you look so sad?"
Xie Wanxun remained silent and stuffed the remaining oranges into her mouth.
Her expression turned cold, and she drew the Luo Ze sword from her waist, sending a blade flying swiftly toward the source of the sound.
Next came the rustling sound of bamboo falling to the ground, and the dull thud of someone landing.
Xie Wanxun's gaze fell on the grave, and the sorrow in her eyes vanished, replaced by anger.
"Because there was no one in the tomb."
The footsteps drew closer, and a figure appeared—it was Si Jinchuan.
He opened his scarlet eyes and chuckled, "Oh, then why does Fellow Daoist Xie keep coming over?"
"Don't you have any self-awareness? I miss Si Jinchuan, not you, Helian Jinchuan."
Si Jinchuan's expression darkened slightly, and his hands unconsciously clenched into fists.
However, he did not correct Xie Wanxun's way of addressing him.
Because his current identity is no longer Si Jinchuan, the senior disciple of the Yunxiao Sect, but the Demon Lord Helian Jinchuan.
Who would have thought that Si Jinchuan, who grew up without parents, was actually the child of the former Demon Lord Helian Yu? However, Si Jinchuan's mother was a mortal who was forcibly married by Helian Yu and eventually committed suicide due to unbearable humiliation.
Si Jinchuan was originally an abandoned baby thrown into the river, but he was saved by Ling Moqing, the head of the Yunxiao Sect, and thus survived.
Ling Moqing took pity on the child, sealed his demon bloodline, and named him "Jinchuan," meaning as precious and beautiful as jade, and possessing a life force and vitality as continuous as a river.
Xie Wanxun looked at Si Jinchuan with an unfriendly expression.
Her senior colleague, her fiancé, and the lover she could never have.
She has already taken over as the head of the Twilight Snow Sect this year, how can she be with the Demon Lord?
Good and evil cannot coexist. Even though the relationship between humans and demons is stable now, she cannot be with the Demon Lord.
Xie Wanxun still can't forget Si Jinchuan, with whom she had a pleasant conversation not long ago, and whose wedding date has already been set.
As a result, Si Jinchuan turned around and massacred the Demon Palace, killed Helian Yu, and eventually became a demon lord.
Xie Wanxun didn't believe it, but when she met Si Jinchuan's scarlet eyes and sensed the demonic energy, she knew that it was over between her and Si Jinchuan.
No, Si Jinchuan is dead; only the Demon Lord Helian Jinchuan survived.
“Wanxun, we don’t actually need to care about our status,” Si Jinchuan advised.
Xie Wanxun shook her head firmly: "You know that more than ten years ago, the demon race and the human race were still at odds. Even though the relationship has improved now, the demon race is still hostile to the human race and doesn't care about the lives of mortals. Too many people have died at the hands of the demon race. This is an incurable conflict."
“Helian Jinchuan, neither you nor I are children anymore. I am now the sect leader of the Twilight Snow Sect, and I represent the position of the entire human race.”
"If you still have any lingering feelings for me, I'd rather you 'kill' me. I can keep it a secret from everyone and save you."
Xie Wanxun explained that her plan was to temporarily injure Si Jinchuan, making everyone believe that the Demon Lord was dead. Only then would she have a chance to disguise Si Jinchuan and bring him back to the human race.
“No.” Si Jinchuan shook his head and said helplessly, “Wanxun, we are no longer naive. We also bear responsibilities.”
Si Jinchuan is now the Demon Lord, in charge of hundreds of thousands of demons. Once he leaves the Demon Realm, a bloodbath is inevitable.
He has a responsibility to his people.
Moreover, it was Helian Yu who killed his mother, and this is the price he should pay.
"Then we have nothing more to say." Xie Wanxun hardened her heart, took the Luoze Sword, and flew towards Si Jinchuan.
Once, they talked about everything and competed in swordsmanship; now, they have nothing to say to each other and resort to killing.
Sword shadows darted through the bamboo forest, countless broken bamboo fragments fell to the ground, but Xie Wanxun showed no mercy, her sword thrusting unhesitatingly towards Si Jinchuan.
However, she and Si Jinchuan had practiced swordsmanship since childhood, and they could both see through each other's moves and predict each other's attacks.
"boom!"
A flash of light appeared as the Xuan Sword and the Luo Ze Sword clashed, their spiritual and demonic energies mingling. Xie Wanxun glared fiercely at Si Jinchuan, her body engulfed in phoenix fire.
However, a strong gust of wind swept in and extinguished the phoenix fire in an instant.
The two continued their standoff, their bodies radiating sword energy.
In an instant, Xie Wanxun rushed out, his sword flashing with fierce sword flowers, like a silver snake dancing wildly, aiming straight for his opponent's throat.
Si Jinchuan remained calm, raising his sword to block with a loud clang, sparks flying. Immediately afterward, he spun around, drawing his sword in an arc, the wind whistling as it slashed towards Xie Wanxun.
Xie Wanxun leaped into the air, flipping and twisting in mid-air, launching a powerful attack from above with overwhelming force. The sword in his hand carried immense power, as if it were about to cleave the earth in two.
As they clashed, sword energy raged, shredding the surrounding vegetation and sending it flying everywhere. The two figures appeared and disappeared amidst the sword energy, making the battle extremely intense.
As the sun set, Si Jinchuan turned and flew away on his sword.
He shouted, "Wanxun, let's fight again next time we meet."
Xie Wanxun gritted her teeth in anger. She stepped forward, grabbed Si Jinchuan's sleeve, and said, "Today, I will get to the bottom of this. Don't even think about escaping, Helian Jinchuan."
Si Jinchuan's face stiffened; he didn't like the name.
However, Xie Wanxun kept calling out this name to remind him of his current identity.
"Stop fooling around, I really have to go back now." Si Jinchuan tugged at his robe and sighed helplessly.
Xie Wanxun's expression darkened slightly, and she called out in a low voice, "Luo Ze, get up!"
Luo Zejian swiftly slashed towards Si Jinchuan.
"careful!"
A bright light flashed, and the two figures disappeared from the spot.
The wind was sparse, and the gentle moonlight scattered through the bamboo forest, illuminating the tombstone.