"Buddy, laugh out loud a few tis, the kind of crazy laughter that’s more tragic than crying. It’s still missing sothing, it needs to make the warrior out for training from the Evil Sword Clan feel like you’ve been driven to ntal breakdown. It would be best if you pull out so of your hair with your left hand, making yourself look like life is worse than death."
"Don’t just sob, brother, add so lines, like ’Why ?’ and ’What’s the point of living?’. Then add so staggering movents, mix so dirt on your body for impact."
"Pay attention to your hands, your fingers should tremble. It’s too deliberate now, it needs to be that uncontrollable physiological tremor that can only be achieved in a relaxed state."
"Your emotions are a bit off, what you need now is not feeling down, but a hatred and helplessness coming from deep within. So your gaze can’t be empty, it needs light, the kind that looks at trees as if wanting mutual destruction, coupled with a smile harder than crying, if the Evil Sword doesn’t co looking for you, it’s undeserving of your acting skills."
Yang Xiu: ...
He glanced at the livestream comnts and almost burst out laughing, so he simply closed it and ignored it.
Outside guidance, the players in the livestream were speaking eloquently.
But he felt it might not be applicable in practice.
A faction leader of the Exploration Faction from the past was the best example of this.
Under the guidance of a martial arts master outside the field, step by step to collapse, finally crying out in the livestream.
That set of emoticons is still one of the hottest series on the forum to this day.
He considered himself a good actor, plus the lingering aura of despair on him made him confident that as long as there’s a mber of the Divine Artifact Clan approaching, they will definitely take an interest in him.
Ti passed while waiting.
The sun slanted westward, and the wind of the Artifact Valley began to rise.
Yang Xiu leaned against a rock shaped like a broken sword, the shadow elongated by the light.
Outside the Artifact Valley, it was continuously silent with only the sound of the wind.
The aura of despair that emanated from him was like a candle about to burn out, leaving only a weak ripple.
He suspected that maybe he acted too poorly, so the Evil Sword Lineage, which feeds on suffering, didn’t bother to pay him any attention.
This was simply a challenge to his acting skills.
Unwilling, he decided to start over once the Pain Imprint on him dissipated.
Just as the sunset dyed the Rift Valley in dark gold, a blue-purple stream of light suddenly shot out from a hole in the cliff, hovering above his head.
Yang Xiu felt a surge of excitent, then slowly lifted his unfocused eyes, looking blankly.
What arrived was a long sword, its blade seed forged from star mist, a blue-purple aura flowed at its edge, occasionally turning into arcs of electricity, sotis condensing into stardust, embedded with two rhombic dark blue gemstones in the sword hilt.
The entire sword floated in the air, its blade trembling slightly in the airflow, making a soft sound like breathing.
Decomposition swept across, and related information appeared:
[You Ying (Divine Artifact Clan)]:
Hunting Level: 135.
Target Introduction: Descendant of the Evil Sword Lineage of the Divine Artifact Clan, bearer of the Bloodline of "Star Devourer," one of the Eight Sword Masters, the sword body is tempered by star mist, and the "Quiet Gemstone" embedded in its hilt is actually a core of despair, capable of invoking the deepest pain and obsessions in a target’s heart, and once captured 128 beings from various races under the guise of "Redemption," transforming their negative emotion energy into nourishnt for its advancent.
...
"Lost lamb, why do you wander alone in pain?"
The voice seed to co from deep within the sword, as gentle as a spring breeze brushing across a lake, carrying a hint of compassion.
After speaking, the sword light released by You Ying swept over Yang Xiu’s face, as if examining the despair in his eyes:
"All the world’s suffering has an end, what can I do to help you? Perhaps I can find a path to liberation for you."
Yang Xiu did not speak, organizing his words.
Having not thought of what to say, he glanced at the livestream, then suddenly lowered his head, his shoulders trembling violently, a hoarse voice squeezed out of his throat:
"Help ? What can you help with."
He deliberately made his voice hoarse as if it had been sanded with sandpaper, his raised eyes bloodshot, then as if thinking of sothing, a trace of madness exploded in his eyes:
"How about granting death?"
With that, he clenched his fist tightly, his nails digging deep into his palm.
Blood droplets dripped through his fingers to the ground, mixing with the dust that rose.
You Ying’s gaze paused on Yang Xiu’s face for a mont, the air of compassion growing stronger.
"Young friend, eting is fate. The pain in your eyes is like an abyss, how can I bear to see you trapped within it."
You Ying’s voice grew softer, the blue-purple sword light gently caressed Yang Xiu’s palm, and instantly the wound healed:
"Do you know, emotions themselves are not shackles? Be it despair or suffering, only by breaking free can you forge yourself into the sharpest weapon."
"If you can see through it, you can instead use its power to cut through the thorns ahead, achieving another realm."
Yang Xiu did not speak, continuing to stare blankly at You Ying.
"I know you are unwilling, otherwise there wouldn’t be that unextinguished spark in your eyes, but in this world, there has never been a true impasse, only a heart unwilling to break free... young friend, would you be willing to share your story with , I will surely be able to help you."
Yang Xiu leaned against the rock full of sword marks, the struggle in his eyes almost overflowing:
"Can you really... really help ?"
His voice carried a sob, as if doubting You Ying’s words, yet also desperately yearning for them.
Like a drowning man grasping the last straw, afraid that the straw might be too fragile yet unwilling to let go.
The appearance of being torn between despair and hope made You Ying, hovering in the air, utterly delighted. It felt it had found a very suitable host.
If it could capture him, it would definitely have a good feast. Then it spoke:
"eting is fate, I will do my utmost to assist you."
You Ying’s compassionate and earnest deanor was like that of a good teacher sincerely guiding the lost.
Then the blue-purple sword light gently landed on Yang Xiu’s shoulder, releasing a faint sense of warmth, as if giving a promise.
Yang Xiu’s Adam’s apple rolled violently twice, as if sothing was stuck in his throat, swallowing so indescribable pain.
His fingers deeply plunged into his ssy hair.
After a long while, he squeezed out a barely audible sentence:
"If you really can help , I’ll go with you."
As the words fell, it was as if a heavy burden was finally lifted, Yang Xiu’s emotions completely unraveled, and he began to cry.
Actually, in his heart, he was bursting with laughter.
Then shouted in the team’s voice channel:
"Brothers, the big fish took the bait, get ready to move!"
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