Seeing Bai Xuan looking at him curiously, Ye Chu smiled and said, “How about I tell you a story?”
Bai Xuan naturally nodded, signalling for Ye Chu to continue.
“Thousands of years ago, perhaps tens of thousands, or even longer. Not far from these continuous mountain ranges, there was a family. This family had once produced an invincible supreme figure and was one of the strongest clans of its time. Within this family, there was a young girl who was the descendant of that supreme. Carrying his bloodline, she was born a favoured child of heaven, incomparably beautiful and captivating, almost as enchanting as Sister Bai Xuan.”
“Stop dragging me into it!” Bai Xuan laughed and scolded, telling Ye Chu not to talk nonsense anymore.
Ye Chu smiled and continued, “That favoured daughter of heaven was too outstanding. Countless prodigies fell for her and pursued her. But she never wavered, until one day a man appeared. This man was very exceptional, roughly as exceptional as I am.”
“I know you are just hiding your scoundrel side! Skip describing that man!” Bai Xuan made Ye Chu jump over that part. Who praises themselves like that?
“Not going to say it?” Ye Chu shrugged. “This man and the girl met by chance. It was love at first sight, and they soon promised themselves to each other for life. However, the man’s status was humble. He was born to a beggar. The girl’s family carried supreme bloodline. How could they allow their bloodline to be tainted? They separated the lovers by force, determined to drive the girl away, even willing to kill the man.
When the girl learned of this, she secretly sent the man away, escorting him out of the city gates. Before leaving, the man held her hand and said, ‘Wait for me. Once I succeed in cultivation, I will return riding seven-coloured auspicious clouds to marry you…’
The two parted reluctantly. The girl stood at the city gate, watching the man’s lonely figure recede, the setting sun stretching his shadow long…”
Bai Xuan could not help asking curiously at this point, “Did he come back?”
Ye Chu did not answer directly. Instead, he continued, “A descendant of a supreme would possess astonishing talent. It was like a towering mountain. The man cultivated outside, encountering constant opportunities and good fortune, yet he still could not surpass the supreme descendant. Deep in his heart, he understood clearly that if he appeared before that family again without strength surpassing theirs, he would surely die. Helpless, he could only hide in various places, cultivating madly, hoping one day to gain power beyond the supreme descendant.
The girl was also a proud person. Since the man said he would return to marry her, she waited, waiting for his glorious transformation.
So at the city gate where they parted, a woman often sat on the city wall, gazing into the distance, waiting for her beloved to return. Whenever she met travelling cultivators, she would ask if they had seen the man. But there was never any news of him.
The girl never gave up. She waited day after day. After more than a hundred years, when she could no longer wait for the man, she shaved her head and became a nun. She settled on a mountain peak not far from the city and named it Wuxin Peak.
The man continued his frenzied cultivation, facing countless dangers. Day and night, he did anything that could increase his strength, even if it meant shattering his body and soul. After who knows how many more years, the man finally achieved success and returned for the first time to the place he thought of day and night.
Bathed in brilliant light, he arrived before the already weathered and mottled city wall. He walked to the place where they had parted. At that long-abandoned city wall, he touched the bluestone she used to lean against every day while waiting for his return…
From the outskirts came the lonely sound of a shepherd’s flute. Passers-by told the man that a woman had once waited here endlessly for her beloved.
Stepping once more onto familiar ground, the feelings in his heart were so complex, as though everything had returned to those enviable days of the past… He searched the dilapidated, lonely city for traces of her, but found nothing. Rain began to fall from the sky…
The supreme descendant had long forgotten who the man was. Seeing such a terrifying cultivator searching for the woman, they answered with confusion that she was at Wuxin Peak.
The man arrived at Wuxin Peak, but the beautiful woman was no longer there.
The only old man who had once taken care of her said she had always been alone… until the day she died…
The man wept bitterly. Throughout his life, facing countless dangers and enduring pain that could shatter body and soul, he had never cried. Yet this time, he cried like a child, tears streaming uncontrollably.
He cried until blood flowed from his eyes, from all seven orifices. His entire body’s power surged wildly. With his supreme strength, he unleashed an unparalleled secret technique. That day, rain poured across heaven and earth. The world seemed to sense his sorrow and desolation. Thunder roared. Within ten thousand miles, all living beings wept in sympathy.
That day, a crimson sun appeared in the sky. It was the light bursting from him. The unparalleled secret technique he unleashed carried world-shaking power. The nine heavens and ten lands trembled.
The word ‘love’ wounds deeply. Yet through it, he achieved the supreme position, shocking the world. But this invincible supreme did not live long. Perhaps because his heart had died. After creating the secret technique, his power scattered across heaven and earth. His entire being turned into light and vanished.
A generation’s supreme perished on the very day he achieved supremacy.”
When Ye Chu finished, he could not help sighing. He could not help thinking of the story of Yan Yileng from his previous life. The similarity was striking, evoking deep sorrow and heartbreaking beauty.
Bai Xuan clearly had a soft heart. Tears welled in her beautiful eyes, and soft sobs escaped her.
Ye Chu gently wiped the tears from Bai Xuan’s cheeks and continued, “The sword before us is his weapon. This peak is Wuxin Peak!”
Only now did Bai Xuan understand why Ye Chu showed such respect to the sword. She tried hard to hold back her tears, then suddenly turned and hugged Ye Chu tightly.
“Auntie, why are you crying? Did Big Brother Ye Chu bully you? I will beat him for you!” Yaoyao was still young and naturally did not understand the tragic beauty of the story. Seeing her aunt crying sadly, she raised her small fists, ready to hit Ye Chu.
Only then did Bai Xuan wipe her tears. She looked at Ye Chu with slight reproach. “It is all your fault for telling such a story.”
Ye Chu smiled. He glanced once more at the rusty long sword, withdrew his emotions, said nothing more, and led Bai Xuan deeper into Wuxin Peak.
“Let us go. I will find you a place to stay. But the buildings here are all shaped like gold ingots. Try to accept it when you see them.” Ye Chu said helplessly. The dead fat man insisted on doing things this way. There was nothing he could change.
Just as Ye Chu and Bai Xuan were about to enter, a joyful voice rang out. The voice was still somewhat childish, yet carried a light, ethereal quality. “Fourth Senior Brother, is that you? Have you returned?”
A soft figure came running from afar, filled with happiness. Her delight and excitement could not be concealed.
Though the voice had changed slightly, Ye Chu knew exactly who she was. He smiled, took Yaoyao’s hand, and quickly walked toward that figure.