He felt inexplicably refreshed. But sothing is missing... Yes, the voice from before was nicer.
Fortunately, Elder Yan’s gaze still held that calm yet piercing sharpness, a kind of world-weary disdain for all beings. That kind of gaze... just one look was truly marvelous.
"Well... yes," Wang Mu nodded.
"Who?" Elder Yan asked.
Wang Mu hesitated, finding the question difficult to answer. Ever since he had given her the sword, he felt his relationship with Elder Yan had beco sowhat delicate. A question like this, I absolutely can’t answer it the way I would with Mu Lanxue... otherwise...
An idea struck Wang Mu. "A swordswoman," he said.
"What kind of swordswoman?"
Wang Mu pondered, then said, "A mysterious swordswoman dressed in white. She has a fiery temper but is also chivalrous and warm-hearted. However, I can’t quite recall her appearance."
Yan Qingwu said softly, "Is that so?"
"Yes," Wang Mu nodded.
Yan Qingwu turned around and asked again, "I want to ask you a question."
"What is it?"
"Would you be willing to put all that aside and beco Taoist couples with ?" Yan Qingwu’s voice carried a trace of ethereality.
Wang Mu was stunned. He took a deep breath, his mind montarily blank. Gazing at her beautiful figure, vivid mories of her surfaced, bit by bit.
Is this a showdown? Or has she already made up her mind? Wang Mu was inwardly startled. Most importantly... does she no longer want to kill for her own Ascension to Immortality? Does ’putting all that aside’ an letting go of the other girls...?
Just then, Yan Qingwu waved her sleeve.
The surroundings rapidly changed. The Heavenly Sword Peak before them instantly beca a Solitary Peak. The surrounding bamboo forest gradually disappeared, replaced by several ancient pines. The distant sea of clouds was breathtakingly beautiful.
Wang Mu found the scene strikingly familiar. Isn’t this the back mountain of the Yunxia Sword Sect? This is a classic scene from the ga, the only location to win over Yan Qingwu. It’s also where the Love Nine Swords were created.
"Back then, here, do you rember what happened?" Yan Qingwu’s voice was as soft as a spring, tinged with reminiscence.
Of course, Wang Mu rembered. He fell silent for a mont. The creation of the Love Nine Swords was also when Yan Qingwu first revealed her feelings. That was a scene he could never forget.
The two of them, each holding a Sword, faced the evening clouds and mist. Their Swords clashed as they executed the final stance of the Love Nine Swords: Emotional Nine Heavens. Afterwards, Yan Qingwu would ask, "Brother Mu, would you be willing to practice this... this Swordsmanship with forever?"
A swordsmanship nad for love, for them to practice together always. The other aning was, ’Are you willing to spend your life with ?’ Asking that question basically completed Yan Qingwu’s storyline, which spanned the early and Mid Stage plots. The later stages of the plot would only feature one choice involving emotional fluctuation. And this place, this very spot, was where they had pledged their lives to each other.
Though a thousand years had passed, Yan Qingwu’s recreation of this place made it all seem as vivid as if it were yesterday.
"Elder Yan, you..." Wang Mu began.
If I admit I rember, then it’s completely...
"A thousand years have passed..." Yan Qingwu murmured softly. "Even now, are you still unwilling to admit it?"
Wang Mu’s heart jolted. He could only say, his voice tinged with resignation, "I am him, yet I am not him."
He was Dongfang Mu, because everything Dongfang Mu did in the ga was a result of his actions. Yet, he wasn’t, because he was also a person from another world. Facing Yan Qingwu now, or any of the other heroines, the feeling was strange. It wasn’t dislike. It was more like... all your favorite 2D ’waifus’ suddenly materializing in the real world. It’s hard to adjust.
"Does that matter?" Yan Qingwu gestured to the distance. With a light sweep of her hand, the Green Frost Sword appeared. "In my heart, you are him. I don’t know why you disappeared for a thousand years, but you’ve returned now..."
"I ask you, the promise you made back then... have you forgotten it?"
"This sword, too, is the one you gifted here, after you made that promise."
That promise was, of course... those words. Is she really planning to lay all her cards on the table? Wang Mu thought.
"If you’ve truly forgotten..."
Yan Qingwu held the Green Frost Long Sword. Its blade emitted a tremulous hum, seeming as if it were on the verge of shattering.
"Then today, this Green Frost Sword shall break here!" Yan Qingwu’s voice was chilling. "Never to be restored!"
"I haven’t forgotten! Of course, I haven’t!" Wang Mu said hurriedly.
Such a fine sword, it would be too much of a pity for it to break like that.
Yan Qingwu turned, her eyes fixed on Wang Mu. Those clear, cold eyes, usually so resolute, now held a slight glisten.
"But..." Wang Mu thought for a mont. "Aren’t you going to achieve Immortality anymore?"
"Not anymore."
Wang Mu was speechless. Just like that? Not anymore?
He was stunned. At this mont, he felt as if Yan Qingwu had reverted to her ga persona.
"So, are you willing?" Yan Qingwu pursed her lips. Her usually aloof expression now held a hint of bashful charm, yet her eyes remained fixed on Wang Mu, seemingly filled with inexpressible love and longing.
This charm... Wang Mu couldn’t take it. Who could resist an ice-cold Fairy, a powerhouse in the Ascension Realm, speaking such words with a mix of shyness and boldness?
Wang Mu nodded. "I am."
The words had barely left his lips when Yan Qingwu walked over, head lowered, her eyes brimming with Endless Love.
"Brother Mu..."
Wang Mu felt his blood race. She’s exactly like the Yan Qingwu from the ga, he thought. The difference is, there was no continuation in the ga. Yan Qingwu is clearly making a silent invitation now. With her personality, she’d never say such wanton things. It was already incredible that she even ntioned becoming Taoist couples.
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