What-if route (10)

The person who suddenly appeared casually slapped them across the face, yet both Gu Huaiwei and Su Fuyun felt a sense of oppression.

Gu Huaiwei, in particular, clearly felt the same oppressive aura emanating from the other person, but he never expected that this person could suppress him so fiercely.

He quickly mobilized his Spiritual Power to protect himself and Su Fuyun.

Having been forcibly interrupted from his seclusion to break through, Gu Huaiwei's already turbulent Qi and Blood surged again, and he endured it without spitting out the blood that tasted sweet and metallic in his mouth.

"Who are you, and why have you trespassed into my Flowing Light Sword Sect?" Gu Huaiwei stared intently at the young man, seemingly trying to discern his intentions.

The young man politely replied, "As I said before, I came here to find a disciple. Besides, this isn't intrusion; I brought my visiting card."

"Disciple? Who is your disciple?" For some reason, Gu Huaiwei looked at Sang Ying inexplicably, feeling a little nervous.

Sang Ying did not disappoint him, and sure enough, she stepped forward under Gu Huaiwei's gaze. "His disciple is me."

Upon hearing Gu Huaiwei couldn't help but laugh out loud, "You're his disciple, then who am I? Sang Ying, I've told you before, there's a limit to throwing a tantrum."

At this moment, Sang Ying was at a loss for words. A hundred years had passed, and it seemed that Gu Huaiwei still didn't understand what she wanted to do.

"I wasn't throwing a tantrum. I just found a more suitable master. I've said it before, you're not suitable to be a master, and you haven't taught me anything. During the time I was with you, all I knew were the Swordsmanship and formations my parents taught me. At most, you just gave me a basic sword manual from the Flowing Light Sword Sect and told me to ask you if I didn't understand anything..."

But every time she went to ask for advice, this person would be entangled by Su Fuyun, and then she would be easily sent away on the pretext of not having time.

But Jiulian is different. Whether in that world or this world, Jiulian always does her best to think of her. It can be said that it is because of Jiulian that Sang Ying has less prejudice against the existence of "Master".

Not everyone is like Gu Huaiwei, who is incapable of being a mentor.

Gu Huaiwei, suppressing the taste of blood in her mouth, continued, "You don't understand. I'm protecting you. It was your parents' decision to take you as their disciple. I watched you grow up; how could I possibly harm you? On the contrary, do you understand this person beside you? Do you know his identity? What if he's some kind of Evil Cultivator who wants to harm you?"

"You really don't need to worry about that. Not only does she know who I am, but even her parents know who I am. You said that it was her parents' idea to take Sang Ying as their disciple, that's quite a coincidence. It was also her parents' idea to have Sang Ying become my disciple. Should I ask her parents who they want to entrust their daughter to for education?" Jiulian shook the fan in her hand, striking a very pose.

Gu Huaiwei almost exploded upon hearing these words. Everyone in the Flowing Light Sword Sect knew that Sang Ying's parents had passed away early on, which was why they entrusted their daughter to his care.

But judging from Sang Ying's appearance, could it be that those two people really didn't die?

"Alright, enough chit-chat. I'm here today to take my disciple back. You two were fighting earlier, do you want your master to take care of them for you?" Jiulian said the last sentence to Sang Ying. As he said this, he gave Gu Huaiwei and the other person a meaningful look.

Sang Ying naturally declined his offer. "No need, Master. This is a karmic matter I need to resolve myself."

She had almost finished packing her things, so it wouldn't matter if she left with Jiulian now.

Seeing that Sang Ying was about to leave, Gu Huaiwei a strange emotion welling up inside him; he didn't want Sang Ying to leave like this.

Even if Jiulian claims to know Sang Ying's parents, who knows if he's just lying to her?

Gu Huaiwei felt that she was only acting out of a promise to Sang Zheng and his wife, and had no other intentions.

But Su Fuyun clearly saw something in his expression, which is why her gaze towards Sang Ying was marked with obvious ruthlessness.

However, Su Fuyun was always careful and cautious, so this look only fell into Sang Ying's eyes, and these emotions were not revealed to Gu Huaiwei at all.

But Sang Ying was no pushover these days. Before leaving, she suddenly spoke to Gu Huaiwei, who had been following them, "Oh, by the way, I've heard that Immortal Venerable Yanchen can interpret dreams. I happen to have a dream that has been bothering me for a long time. I wonder if Immortal Venerable Yanchen could help me interpret it?"

Gu Huaiwei didn't understand what she wanted to do, but he could indeed interpret dreams if it was just a simple matter.

Having received Gu Huaiwei's response, Sang Ying glanced at Su Fuyun's tense face and actually began to describe her dream. "In my dream, I seemed to be a sword spirit."

Gu Huaiwei sensed something was wrong from the very first sentence, and her whole body tensed up.

"I followed a powerful swordsman, traveling with him everywhere. Until one day, we passed through a village and encountered a child being bullied..."

"Stop talking!"

A sharp cry interrupted Sang Ying's words, but unexpectedly, it wasn't Gu Huaiwei who spoke, but Su Fuyun behind him who suddenly turned pale and screamed.

Sang Ying smiled slightly, "What's wrong? I just wanted Immortal Venerable Yanchen to interpret my dream. What did Fellow Daoist Su do to upset you?"

At this moment, Gu Huaiwei couldn't care less about the lawsuit between the two of them; she was only focused on asking Sang Ying, "What happened next? What happened next? Why did you stop? Keep going!"

"If I were to reveal what happened next, I'm afraid Immortal Venerable Yanchen wouldn't be able to bear the consequences," Sang Ying said.

Gu Huaiwei's face was also extremely pale. He seemed to have anticipated something, but he still forced himself to say, "No, you say it. I can bear it."

"Master, since Junior Sister has said so, why don't we just ignore it? It's nothing..."

"No, you say it!" Gu Huaiwei brushed away Su Fuyun's hand that was gripping his sleeve and stared intently at Sang Ying.

Sang Ying saw through his obsession and madness, yet she refused to let him rest easy. "There's nothing to say, it was just a bizarre dream. Immortal Venerable, farewell."

After saying that, Sang Ying quickly left the Flowing Light Sword Sect with Jiulian.

Gu Huaiwei wanted to stop him, but he was already injured from forcibly breaking through the barrier, and his previous fight with Jiulian had only exacerbated his injuries.

Jiulian didn't like this person who was trying to steal her disciple anyway, so with a flick of her sleeve, she took Sang Ying and left far away, heading towards the distant cross-border flying boat.

Gu Huaiwei wanted to continue chasing after her, but stopped in his tracks at the sound of Su Fuyun's sobs—he had cherished and protected this girl for so long that it had become a habit.

So what exactly was in his dream? And who was the person he had been waiting for all this time?

Gu Huaiwei looked down at Su Fuyun, who seemed so fragile and unrelated to the sword spirit, and for the first time, such doubt arose in his heart.