This World Is Missing a Sword

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The junior brother and senior sister quickened their pace.

In more than half a day, they had already crossed seven mountain peaks and nine mountain passes.

Unlike before, Ouyang Lan didn't complain about being tired even once.

Instead, she gritted her teeth.

And pushed her lightness skill all the way.

When they occasionally stopped to rest and recuperate, they didn't venture deep into the mountains and forests to find wild game.

"Junior Brother, do you see the tallest peak in front of us? Let's use our lightness skills and see who can run faster?"

Ouyang Lan pointed ahead, her voice filled with spirited energy.

Ever since their sword sparring match that morning, which she had voluntarily called to a halt, she seemed to have finally understood something. It was as if she had suddenly transformed into a cultivation fanatic.

She wouldn't let Lu Wu-bing have all the glory.

"How about we rest for a bit?"

Lu Wu-bing asked tentatively.

He had a feeling that Senior Sister was just forcing herself.

Like a child pretending to be brave, but actually being scared.

"Rest for what? This is precious time. We're young, and you want to rest and rest. When we're old, there'll be plenty of time to rest."

Senior Sister Xiaolan gestured as if commanding the world.

He didn't know where she learned these words.

Probably from the Sect Leader Master, or perhaps their Master's wife, whom he had never met.

"Fine, let's compete. I'm not afraid of anything except you being sad if you lose later."

Lu Wu-bing felt a surge of heat in his chest.

After all, this wasn't his past life. He was just a sixteen-year-old boy now.

It would be too unbecoming to be depressed all day.

"Who's going to be sad? If your lightness skill can beat mine, Junior Brother, I'll carry you the rest of the way."

"There's such a good deal?"

Lu Wu-bing was stunned.

To be honest, he really missed that night, under the bright moon and among the pine trees, when Senior Sister carried him over mountains and across ridges.

It was from that night onwards that he felt the world before him was so vibrant and beautiful.

Everyone and everything he had experienced were no longer empty symbols.

Watching Ouyang Lan transform into a green silhouette and shoot forward.

Lu Wu-bing chuckled softly and whispered, "Senior Sister, this time you're definitely carrying me."

The two, one in front and one behind, traveled three zhang with each step, like two swallows that had briefly separated and then reunited, darting across the forest leaves.

Occasional bursts of light laughter could be heard.

Sometimes the green shadow was in front.

Sometimes the blue shadow was in front...

They kept pace, surprisingly unable to distinguish between them.

"Damn it, you sneaky guy, you've secretly trained your [Inch Step] to the proficient level too."

Ouyang Lan felt she had miscalculated.

She caught a glimpse from the corner of her eye of her junior brother's incredibly graceful movements.

When he used his lightness skill, it felt effortless, his ascents and descents smooth and natural.

"You fell for it, Senior Sister. Although I've opened the acupoints in my legs and my internal energy is much deeper than yours.

However, I can't quite utilize this internal energy, and it ends up canceling itself out..."

Lu Wu-bing also understood.

Ouyang Lan's movements and footwork were indeed exquisite.

But her control over the flow of internal energy wasn't perfect.

When she used her lightness skill, she either exerted too much force or not enough.

As a result, when she used [Inch Step], her forward momentum was jerky, wasting a lot of energy.

Gradually.

Ouyang Lan fell silent, seemingly enlightened by Lu Wu-bing's words.

His footwork shifted, making his movements several points more agile.

She really wanted to win just once.

She no longer wanted to face enemies and only play a support role, leaving her junior brother, who had only recently begun cultivating, to contend with a powerful foe alone.

Sensing this powerful resolve.

Lu Wu-bing's eyes flickered, his aura softened, and his movements slowed for a moment.

A green shadow brushed past him and flashed to the mountaintop.

"Junior Brother, in the end, I still won."

Ouyang Lan's eyes shimmered with moisture.

"Next time we encounter a strong enemy, I'll be able to help." She smiled confidently and waved her hand forcefully, "I won't let you end up like the Senior Sisters of Bright Moon Palace, sacrificing yourselves."

Lu Wu-bing stared blankly at Senior Sister Xiaolan.

So all this fuss was about this.

It's good that she's back to normal.

"I never felt that Senior Sister couldn't help," Lu Wu-bing said with a light laugh.

"That day, when I was surrounded and attacked by Flying Feather Sword and the others, if Senior Sister hadn't risked her life to save me, I might not have escaped.

Also, without Senior Sister holding them back, I might not have been able to kill Chen San-yang, who cultivates the Golden Thread Armor."

"It's different."

Ouyang Lan chuckled, turned her head, and looked at him deeply.

"I am the Senior Sister."

After all, people need to save face, Junior Brother.

She couldn't say that out loud; it was too embarrassing. Ouyang Lan sighed and continued, "In the past, I also traveled the martial world with my father and mother. But never once did I truly see the dangers of the martial world, nor did I see hearts so venomous..."

"Born into a chaotic world, people are worse than dogs. The common folk of this world have never truly been taken to heart by anyone."

Lu Wu-bing deeply resonated with this.

In fact, it wasn't just a chaotic world.

Living for a day and dying by night, like ants.

Weren't those countless beings just mud that the strong played with in their hands?

"This world is missing a sword, a sword that is always hanging overhead."

Lu Wu-bing said this, then turned to look down the cliff, where waves crashed and rays of light stretched across the sky.

I really want to be that sword.

"Achieve great things to benefit the world, and when unable, cultivate oneself."

What he first wanted to do was actually control his own life and roam the martial world with joy.

Thinking of the story from his past life's memories, thinking of that tragic figure who eventually gave up sword cultivation. Lu Wu-bing thought that he would never end up like that.

Endless wine in his cup, countless enemies to slay.

In this life, he only wished to test the world with his sword, sweep away injustice, and then ascend to immortality.

It would be a life lived to the fullest.

In terms of Qinggong, Lu Wu-bing had undoubtedly "lost" and didn't get to enjoy the comfort of riding "Xiaolan" as a mount.

On the contrary, he became the "mount."

It could only be said that a boomerang, no matter how far it flies, will eventually come back to hit oneself.

The reason was simple.

At a critical moment in their Qinggong contest, Ouyang Lan suddenly had an epiphany and broke through another acupoint... but because she exerted too much force, she twisted her ankle at the last moment.

The path down the mountain was narrow and steep.

Senior Sister had to put aside her pride and shyly said, "Junior Brother, carry me."

And so, Lu Wu-bing carried over a hundred pounds of cotton, slowly walking on the mountain path, bathed in the setting sun.

It wasn't that he was exhausted and couldn't use Qinggong.

Mainly, he didn't want to wake Senior Sister Xiaolan.

She had practiced swordplay all night without rest and then rushed frantically during the day; she was truly exhausted.

One day, the two emerged from the forest. After another half-hour of travel, they finally saw a wine banner ahead and heard human voices.

Ouyang Lan cried out joyfully, "Finally, we can see an inn and have some wine. My mouth is so bland."

"You can't drink the wine from roadside stalls, but we can at least stir-fry some vegetables."

After five or six days traversing Hengshan, the meals consisted of either sesame flatbreads or whatever wild game they could temporarily roast. It was hardly a culinary delight.

However, according to Ouyang Lan, they had already entered Xiangzhou territory after crossing Hengshan.

They weren't far from Celestial Star Peak now and were essentially safe.

They could relax a bit.

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