The Sword Momentum of the Li Clan

The two continued walking for a while.

As the sunset faded, only the last vestiges of orange-red remained on the horizon.

In the distance, more lights lit up one after another, turning the stone path underfoot into various colors.

As they walked, Li Qingluan suddenly spoke.

"Next, you'll be going to the Wandao Academy to take on the challenge."

Qin Wangchuan glanced at her sideways.

"I've heard that Chu Wujiu and his men have been preparing for this battle for a long time."

He nodded.

"They are very strong."

"Yes," Li Qingluan replied.

A gentle evening breeze blew, ruffling her hair.

She raised her hand to gather the fabric, the movement very gentle, as if afraid of startling something.

After hesitating for a moment, Li Qingluan turned her head and looked at Qin Wangchuan.

"I met another version of myself."

Her voice was calm, as if she were talking about something ordinary.

She said she came from the future.

Qin Wangchuan didn't stop walking; he simply turned his head to look at her.

Then he nodded.

"I know."

Li Qingluan was slightly taken aback.

"You know?"

"Yes, I know."

She paused for a moment, then chuckled and shook her head.

"I was just thinking about how to make you believe me, I didn't expect you actually knew."

"She's been in contact with you before, hasn't she?"

Before Qin Wangchuan could answer, Li Qingluan nodded to herself again.

"That's true. If it really were me, how could I not have come looking for you?"

As she spoke, she suddenly let go of his hand and walked a few steps to him.

He turned around.

Like a blooming flower.

The skirt swirled in the twilight, the white and blue Immortal Dress reflecting the rising lights in the distance, as beautiful as a painting.

How do I look in my clothes today?

Qin Wangchuan looked at it carefully.

Her white and blue Immortal Dress made her look elegant and otherworldly.

A matching silk sash was tied around her waist, from which hung a small jade pendant.

The skirt was embroidered with Hidden Pattern, which shimmered as she moved.

Calling her a goddess is by no means an exaggeration.

He nodded.

"Very beautiful."

Li Qingluan smiled upon hearing this.

The smile was faint, yet it seemed as if he had received some extraordinary affirmation.

She walked backwards, with her back to the distant market and her face towards Qin Wangchuan.

"My future self taught a cultivation method."

She opened her arms, her gaze drifting towards the sky, as if looking at something distant.

"Sword Seals, hundreds and thousands of Sword Seals filled the sky, and then, they all fell down together."

Qin Wangchuan imagined that scene.

The countless Sword Seals spread out like stars, each one a sword move, each capable of defeating the enemy.

Hundreds and thousands fell at once--

That was a real rain of swords.

"That sounds impressive," he commented.

"It's not just what it sounds like, it's really amazing." Li Qingluan corrected him, her tone carrying a hint of pride. "By then, I can be called the strongest!"

Qin Wangchuan nodded.

Then, he noticed a pause in her tone.

"But... there's a price to pay."

Li Qingluan's voice softened.

"We need to disperse the Heaven and Earth Law and transform them into a domain."

"At that time, the Heaven and Earth Law will also cease to exist."

She didn't say anything more.

Just looking at him.

Those eyes held light, twilight, and something else entirely.

Qin Wangchuan listened quietly until the end.

Then he spoke, his tone as calm as ever:

"Is there anything I can do?"

There was no comforting words, no Great Dao, no "don't take risks" or "think it over."

Just this one sentence.

Li Qingluan froze for a moment upon hearing this.

It then returned to normal.

She smiled, a smile even deeper than before.

"That's exactly the kind of thing you would say."

Li Qingluan turned around and continued walking forward.

"You don't need to do anything, just keep an eye on me."

Qin Wangchuan followed in her footsteps.

"Qin Wangchuan, they're all chasing you, and so am I."

"In many ways, you are better than me," he corrected.

"This is different." Li Qingluan shook her head.

She stopped, turned around, and looked into his eyes.

Being strong now doesn't mean anything.

"You've focused all your energy on other things instead of concentrating on becoming stronger."

"But if you calm down, surpassing me will be a piece of cake."

"Become stronger, stronger..."

Qin Wangchuan listened and realized that it made perfect sense.

I have a lot to do right now.

The deduction of Daoist methods, the recovery of Future Sight, the forging of the Wheel of Fate, the management of the True Dragon Clan, and the Wen Dao Palace.

Everything takes time.

Li Qingluan understood his talent perfectly, so--

"Therefore, I will take that Unorthodox Dao Path."

"Watch closely."

"Just look at it..."

She stopped speaking midway through her sentence, her voice suddenly dropping.

His head also drooped slightly.

It's not that I lack confidence.

Instead, your future self will say that the road is difficult.

It was more difficult than I could have imagined.

One wrong move, and the whole road ahead is ruined.

In that case, everything would be lost.

'Whether it's the Li Clan, or you right now...'

As she was thinking, she suddenly sensed someone approaching.

Look up.

Qin Wangchuan had already walked up to her, standing very close.

So close that I could see the light reflected in his eyes.

She was so close she could feel his breath.

He looked intently into those eyes.

Then, he took her hand.

I'll be watching you.

He paused, then raised their clasped hands.

"Not only do they look, they also hold hands like this."

Li Qingluan stared at him blankly.

After a while.

She smiled.

Her eyes crinkled with laughter, a smile as gentle as that fleeting moment on the ring, yet even warmer.

"Anything else?"

She asked.

There was a hint of expectation in his voice.

Qin Wangchuan raised an eyebrow, a smile appearing in his eyes, "And a hug?"

As soon as she finished speaking, Li Qingluan picked her up.

Her soft body pressed against his chest, and she looked up, her eyes sparkling, as if light were swirling within them.

"I'm very greedy; just hugs aren't enough."

"Anything else?"

Qin Wangchuan looked down at her, drawing out the last syllable. "And..."

He didn't continue.

The two looked at each other and smiled.

In the distance, the lights of the market grew even brighter.

The evening breeze blew by, ruffling her hair and lifting the hem of his clothes.

They stood there at the boundary between twilight and lamplight, looking into each other's eyes.

No one spoke.

But it seems there's no need to say anything.

In the distance, Ye Jianwei followed far behind.

Two figures stood side by side in front of them.

The atmosphere was ambiguous and gentle, so intimate that no one else could even squeeze in.

But she didn't intend to insert it.

Just quietly "watch"—listen with your ears and feel with your heart.

Listen to the tone of their voices, listen to the sound of the evening breeze rustling through their clothes, listen to the quiet that belongs only to the two of them.

The smile on his lips never faded.

Very nice.

She thought.

If only every day could be like this.

Then he silently took a few steps back, further away.