The night deepened, and the chill of Xue Han in the mountain forest grew heavier. The sword fire behind her gradually extinguished without light.
Having resolved the insect chaos at Four Peak, Yun Rong raised a broken piece of Purple Armor with her sword, glancing at the seemingly chaotic runes on the armor.
Her eyebrows lightly raised, she kept the broken armor and looked up at the night sky, where dense cold clouds floated, with faint starlight occasionally appearing through the hazy sea of clouds.
Even on such a deeply silent night, Bai Tuo Mountain, known in the Mortal World as the Three Saints Land, turned sowhat eerie.
The black and red school uniform of the fire-stepping dark night Qilin gently fluttered in the snowy night.
Yun Rong continued to use herself as bait, leaving Four Peak and heading towards Eternal Mountain in the southeast direction.
Evening smoke drifted past the cold bridge with sparse snow, and waves of pine roars echoed like the sea in the wind.
Fine snowflakes fell onto her hair, with her jet-black long hair against the bright white snow enhancing her cold and exquisite deanor in the night.
Yun Rong did not use Sword Control, and her soft boots left a trail of deep and shallow prints on the ancient paving stones covered with snow.
Amidst the misty snow fog, she strolled leisurely, with an open flask of Chi Blood hanging at her waist.
The distant mountains and forests occasionally echoed with subtle sounds of restlessness.
Yun Rong was uninterested in such small disturbances where they didn’t dare to show their faces, so she chose to ignore them, even leisurely leaning against the cold bridge, scooping up a handful of pristine snow.
This woman who knew no seasons, whose heart and eyes were filled with the sword, quietly watched the soft white snow in her hand, suddenly sensing sothing.
It turned out to be the ti of winter’s late snow.
Using the fresh snow to wipe clean the remnant bloodstains on her fingers, Yun Rong paused temporarily, then casually molded two white Tuanzi, placing them on the bridge railing.
The disciples ntioned that tonight is the disciple selection competition, and Ying Xiu also ca up the mountain.
To be honest, after cultivating for hundreds of years, Yun Rong had retained no profound impression of this nominal Young Master at all.
Over the years, in wandering the world, she occasionally encountered the Young Master, who amazed all with his single-handed Ghost Sword, but she couldn’t muster half a ripple in her heart.
Yun Rong beca known worldwide for recognizing swords but found it difficult to recognize people.
She had a recognized condition of facial blindness, always identifying people by aura, and even to this day, she cannot clearly rember the features of Crown Prince Ying Xiu.
Strangely, upon this Yu Han Bridge tonight, her mind vividly recalled the Young Master’s childhood appearance.
Yun Rong vaguely rembered that despite Lady Ying Ji often quarreling with the Sect Master, the situation hadn’t yet reached irretrievable estrangent.
The Young Master wasn’t the non-biological child nad Ying Xiu, sharing a surna with the Sect Master.
Was it Baili soone or Baili An? Yun Rong still couldn’t distinguish which it was precisely.
She originally had little interaction with the Young Master, her mories of those years as fragnted as the mottled scales on a great fish.
The child was born into the world under the Sect Master’s high expectations, being the offspring of the Mortal World’s most extraordinary Sword Dao Talent and the strongest bloodline from the Central Netherworld Imperial City.
How could all beings not expect so?
Unfortunately, as facts proved, the powerful bloodline of the Central Netherworld royalty indeed surpassed the mortal bloodline.
The Young Master of the Tianxi Sword Sect showed no aptitude for swordsmanship, and even the Spirit Root quality was diocre.
Yun Rong didn’t know what thoughts the Sect Master harbored upon seeing his child born back then.
But to have earned the na ’Hidden Sword,’ it appeared that expectations hadn’t been extinguished due to his ordinary talent.
After all, within the Tianxi Sword Sect, there still was a thriving late bloor, Qu He Star.
Ordinary talents led to especially rigorous educational thods.
The Young Master was confined by the Sect Master at the East Perch Cottage since childhood, while other Immortal Sect peers typically were cherished and raised preciously by their parents at that age.
Not ntioning those afar, just speak of the eldest daughter in Cangwu Palace, who had been cherished among golden mountains and beautiful jade since an early age.
Everyone in the world knew that the rough, wild Yin Dufeng was completely a doting father in front of that eldest daughter.
If she wanted the moon, he wouldn’t settle for stars, always holding her high wherever they were.
Moreover, the Young Master of the Taixuan Sect was a case that needed no additional discussion; being predestined to neither cultivate due to an obstructed spiritual acun nor survive past twenty-five due to a darkened life path.
The similarly unfortunate Young Master Su was also almost raised in a sweet nurturing environnt by his parents.
Except for their Tianxi’s Young Master, with discordant parents and diocre talent.
At such a young age, he was left alone in the cottage, needing to complete three volus of studies assigned by his father each day and read classic ancient texts for four more hours.
Such obscure and difficult-to-read scriptures — it was hard for any few years old child, even for the adult disciples of the Tianxi Sword Sect, to read them thoroughly at tis.
The Sword Master wholeheartedly wanted his son to excel, forbidding als until studies were complete.
Day and night nearly all efforts were subrged in the sea of books, leaving no ti to leave the cottage, unlike other children who climbed trees to plunder bird nests and caught fish and shrimp in the rivers.
Even the most ordinary child disciples in the sect probably led happier lives than the Young Master.
Yun Rong originally was unaware of the Sect Master’s dostic affairs; since youth, she was lost in delirium obsessed with the Sword Dao, uninterested in mundane household matters.
It was precisely for this reason that her nature sotis led even soone like the Sect Master to deem her passion as excessively extre.
The essence of the matter is that extre cases may lead to the opposite effect—in fearing she’s too extre in a mont, leading to the calamity of the sword heart’s destruction.
Thus, the Sect Master, occasionally sparing ti, would bring his young son to her Quanxue Peak to have her teach swordsmanship and hone the sword bone.
Yun Rong was never the right temperant to be a teacher, yet the Sect Master didn’t know how to parent, rely tossing the young son onto her mountain top for an entire day.
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