He slowly unsheathed the Missing Shadow Sword and placed it across his knees.
When he held the sword in his hand, he seemed to have changed.
It was as if his empty skin was suddenly filled with a soul. His thin back was as straight as a sword.
Ye Yunlan's fingertip brushed against the blade. He placed the candle lamp at the head of the bed. The shadow of the flame flickered on the sword.
It should have been a beautiful scene, but Helan Ze felt a chill run down his spine.
He thought it was because he was too close to the Frost Jade Bed, so he didn't think much of it. He sighed inwardly. His junior brother was still unwilling to give up on sword cultivation. He said in a low voice, "Junior brother, your body was injured by the Divine Fire essence. Your meridians are severely damaged. You can practice sword cultivation occasionally, but you must not use your spiritual power. Otherwise, the Divine Fire will backfire on you, and even the gods won't be able to save you."
Without spiritual power, a cultivator was no different from a mortal.
In Tenzong, where strength was everything, Ye Yunlan was completely crippled.
"I know," Ye Yunlan said.
Helan Ze pitied Ye Yunlan, so his tone softened. "Senior Martial Brother, you have made some progress in swordsmanship. Half a year ago, you just reached the grandmaster level. If you have any questions, you can come to me anytime." Ye Yunlan did not reply.
In his previous life, he waited half a night for something to come true, but now Helan Ze casually made a promise to him.
But he didn't need it anymore.
The world divided sword cultivation into five realms: Qi Manipulation, Mind Concentration, Grandmaster, Hinayana, and Mahayana. To be able to reach the Grandmaster Realm at Helan Ze's age, he was already considered a genius.
However, in his previous life, there was another realm that was reserved for Ye Yunlan.
It was the Venerable Realm.
Helan Ze sighed. He thought that Ye Yunlan was depressed because of his injuries, which was why he was so quiet. He picked up the ladle, blew away the steam, and scooped a spoonful of medicine. He brought it to Ye Yunlan's lips. "Junior brother, drink the medicine."
Ye Yunlan turned his head. "I can drink it myself."
Helan Ze pursed his lips. He was born with great talent and looked down on his peers. He had never taken care of someone so meticulously. He didn't think Ye Yunlan wouldn't appreciate it.
But when he looked at that face, he couldn't get angry.
Helan Ze had no choice but to pass the bowl to Ye Yunlan. Ye Yunlan did not use the ladle. She brought the bowl to her lips and drank. He raised his head slightly, revealing a long and fair neck. His Adam's apple bobbed slowly, and the sound of him swallowing the medicine was so soft that He Lan Ze had to pay close attention to hear it.
The five fingers clasped around the black porcelain bowl were slender and pale, with distinct joints. It was a hand very suitable for holding a sword, but it was also very suitable … for holding something else.
"Junior Martial Brother Ye," After Ye Yunlan finished drinking the medicine, Helan Ze suddenly spoke. His voice was slightly hoarse. "There is something I do not understand. You are not bad looking. Why did you always wear a mask and refuse to show your true face in front of others?"
Ye Yunlan replied, "I just want to focus on practicing the sword."
He wasn't lying.
Someone once told him earnestly that appearance was the most useless thing to cultivators, and could even lead to disaster.
That person even made a mask for him and told him to wear it whenever he went out.
He had known that person since he was young. After he was taken into the sect by that person, he had received a lot of care from that person. He had always listened to that person's words and arrangements. Therefore, every time he went out, he would put on the mask seriously.
Later, his face was burned by the godly fire in the secret realm, and that mask became a way to cover the scars. Even when he slept alone at night, he never took it off.
"You just want to focus on practicing the sword and not be disturbed by other things? I thought Junior Martial Brother …" Helan Ze's voice grew hoarser. He did not continue. Instead, he took the bowl of medicine from Ye Yunlan and stood up. "It is late. Junior Martial Brother, you should rest early. I will come see you again tomorrow. "Ye Yunlan nodded slightly.
Helan Ze left, his footsteps hurried.
Ye Yunlan did not look at him. He just put the Missing Shadow Sword back into its scabbard.
The moment he put the sword back into its scabbard, the energy that supported him also disappeared. He bent down and gently blew out the lamp. Then, he lay on the bed tiredly and closed his eyes.
The Frost Jade Bed was bone-chilling, but there seemed to be a fire burning inside his body.
He fell into a deep sleep, but it was not a good sleep.
His weak spirit could not bear the weight of more than three hundred years of memories. Countless scenes flashed into his dreams. All the things he had purposely forgotten, and the things he had never forgotten, all came rushing back, not allowing him to breathe.
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