Capítulo 1076: Chapter 756: No More Tears_3
A young child, no matter how precocious or steady, Yu Rong should not imagine how he would endure those three months in that ghostly place where even the disciples couldn’t bear.
After coming out, how could he still resemble a person.
As one of the Tianxi Thirteen Swords, even if Yu Rong is formidable, she cannot openly defy the Sect Master’s orders.
She just never expected that she ultimately underestimated the child’s strong will.
In such a desperate situation, he was still able to find a sliver of opportunity to turn the tide.
On the night of the tenth day, he successfully erged from the Dead Sword Tomb.
It was the Sect Master himself who descended into the tomb and carried him out.
That night, the winter snow was intense, beneath the Dead Sword Tomb, the thousands of scorpions rattled, dense and chaotic, furious and ferocious, not at all like their usual retractable stinging harmless guise.
Bai Rui’s corpse lay within that sea of scorpions, holding a bottle of Thousand Poison Elixir that had been opened.
Ironically, it was Bai Rui’s son, Bai Zhu, who hurriedly ca to invite the Sect Master into the tomb to rescue him tonight, rather than anyone else.
Bai Rui, knowing that his Young Master was imprisoned under the Dead Sword Tomb to suffer the scorpion torture ant for him, mysteriously appeared here, in this forbidden place no ordinary person dared approach.
Still holding in his hand the Thousand Poison Elixir that could drive the Dead Spirit Scorpions madly berserk.
Yet, the Dead Spirit Scorpions, which should rely threaten with rattling tails, had who knows how many stings broken within the Young Master’s body.
And the hundred scorpions in the tomb inexplicably beca thousands.
The Sect Master bore an unprecedentedly grim and cold deanor, while the small child in his arms was almost entirely without an intact piece of flesh, barely alive, his face colorless.
In the tomb, the Dead Spirit Scorpions varied in size; the large ones were as big as fists, a single sting could directly pierce through the human marrow and veins.
And the small ones, smaller than ants, as the Sect Master carried his son out, were still crawling out from his ears, carrying flesh and blood.
Seeing this scene, Yu Rong felt that the malicious animal Bai Rui truly deserved his death!
How could she not understand that since the first day the Young Master was cast into the Dead Sword Tomb, he secretly ca here to use the Thousand Poison Elixir to frenzy the Dead Spirit Scorpions.
Bai Rui possessed an exceptionally ruthless and cunning nature, resenting the Young Master for causing him to lose the dignity due to a man, how could he be content with him only suffering three months of scorpion punishnt?
Vicious and sinister, he sought the Thousand Poison Elixir, tornted him beneath the Dead Sword Tomb every night.
Yu Rong didn’t know what had occurred within these ten days, but the Young Master’s resilience was by no ans inferior to that of the guy.
Nor did she know what thod he used to trap Bai Rui within the tomb.
Bai Zhu, anxious that his beloved son had not returned after three days, stealthily went to the Dead Sword Tomb.
But within the tomb, the Scorpion Spirits had already gone mad, he couldn’t get close, and had no choice but to report the matter to the Sect Master.
This really required no evidence at all.
The Sect Master was not foolish, seeing this scene, how could he not discern the suspicious points within.
He repeatedly pressed, even resorting to severe punishnt and interrogation, breaking the legs of those ungrateful nad female disciples, only then did the truth co out.
The Sect Master, deceived for many years, was utterly enraged and heartbroken over his son who had been tortured beyond recognition.
Elder Bai Zhu, having failed in teaching his son, was stripped of his cultivation, his legs and hands broken, and was expelled from the sect.
Even the Sect Master’s most favored senior brother was innocently implicated, his cultivation sealed and exiled to the Sin Sword Pool for three years.
This affair, once spread in Tianxi, caused quite a stir.
Though the Thirteen Sword brothers sympathized deeply with the senior brother’s plight, secretly, they admired the child’s exceptional determination all the more.
Ordinary individuals in such a situation would have long despaired, yet at such a young age, he could accomplish this, truly astonishing.
Everyone praised the Young Master for his extraordinary wisdom.
But Yu Rong knew, from here on, he was plagued by nightmares every night, his eyes blinded by scorpion poison, blind for three whole years.
From then on, he developed a frightful disorder of turning pale and trembling all over at the sight of a scorpion.
He was not as strong as they imagined him to be.
The despair beneath the Dead Sword Tomb, who truly could comprehend it.
Yu Rong also discovered that year, although he was the esteed Tianxi Young Master, the Sect Master, his father, though able to protect the world, could not protect his own son.
If one day, the Sect Master truly lost him, it would certainly stem from the Sect Master’s lack of trust.
Yu Rong was always accurate in observing people and matters, and sure enough, years later, a ghostly calamity erupted in Guangng City.
The Young Master was ambushed at the Taixuan Sect, nearly dying, only surviving by being sent to the Central Netherworld, fortunately protected by Lady Ying Ji with her life.
However, from then on, Central Netherworld and Tianxi, Taixuan, Cangwu completely split with bad blood.
Lady Ying Ji even proclaid that if any disciple of the Three Heavenly Dao Sects set foot in the You Dynasty, they would be killed without question!
If any disciple of the Three Sects, after death, when their Heroic Spirits enter the You Dynasty, they would be cast into the Netherworld Hell, never to be reborn!
Once this rule was established, the na of the You Dynasty Imperial City instantly carried a deadly aura.
It was also at that ti that the Sect Master disowned the Young Master entirely.
Since then, the Young Master changed his surna to Ying, beca the Crown Prince of the Central Netherworld, the Ghost Sword Young Master.
Yu Rong once thought, perhaps for Lady Ying Ji and the Young Master, this was the best outco.
At least, as she thought, the Young Master truly shone brightly upon returning to the Central Netherworld, becoming one of the Three Sons of the Heavenly Dao, renowned alongside Su Jing and Yin Baishuang.
More importantly, he had a mother who cared for him.
With the passage of ti, Yu Rong also encountered the Young Master several tis in the Mortal World, seeing his appearance as he grew, very much the sa as when he was young.
Only, for so reason, in his gestures and actions, there was a subtle difference from the Young Master she had hoped for in her heart.
Two hundred years later, today, when Yu Rong heard news of Ying Xiu ascending the mountain to seek the Sword Pavilion, she vaguely recalled the past.
Standing on Yu Han Bridge, she found it difficult to connect the spirited Crown Prince of Central Netherworld today with the little Young Master who once huddled under the bridge, crying and covered in blood.
Unconsciously, the cold clouds thinned, and a sliver of crescent moon appeared.
Looking at the little snowman on the bridge rail, Yu Rong faintly smiled, not knowing why, her mood subtly changed, becoming strangely different.
She suddenly wanted to glimpse the scenery under the bridge.
Supporting the little snowman, Yu Rong lightly flipped, her sword-like garnt swirled like black lotus blooming in the night, her white boots brushing over the water.
She bent with her sword, smiling down at the seemingly empty bridge bottom, as if teasing a child wronged in the past, her tone playful:
“Little guy, don’t cry, see, I made you a little snowman.”
Under the dim light of the bridge, a pale, slender hand reached through the darkness, the fingers carrying an inhuman warmth, a lank wrist exposed beneath a blue sleeve.
That was the hand of a youth.
The cold hand accepted the cold snowman.
In the dim shadow, a warm chuckle arose.
He said: “Alright, I won’t cry.”
Yu Rong stood petrified, dumbfounded.
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