Chapter 67: Nameless Sword Master
"The Jade Palace was built on a sleeping evil beast."
In the distant past when the immortal boat set sail, there were evil beasts from the original earth that became part of the Jade Palace as its foundation.
That was the ninety-ninth day since Jingtian became the Grand Diviner. Yaoguang was looking at the most gifted Grand Diviner in Yuque's history, wondering what on earth he was talking about.
Jingtian's eyes were extremely deep, as if he could see through Yuque's original nature, which was also his duty as a Taibu.
However, the truth was too cruel, and even Jingtian was confused.
In the unknown past, the Ten Directions Light Realm was established as a seal above the abyss of Yuque. It has been responsible for suppressing evil beasts since its inception. Originally, the situation would not have been as serious as it is now.
It’s just that...the seeds of abundance take root and sprout in the distant future.
That's it now.
Yao Guang was the first to notice this change, which was caused by the instability of the seal, or perhaps the loss of the Kanyun Mirror, which left the Dharma Realm with no more energy to suppress the evil beast.
But Fu Xuan saw a different picture.
That was a future beyond everyone's expectations - at some unknown time, abundance had already invaded the seal, corroding the evil beast and shaping it into a minion of abundance.
It is no wonder that there would be such a strong backlash the moment of observation. The original level of the evil beast was infinitely close to that of the messenger, and after being contaminated by the abundance, it was even more difficult to estimate its threat.
"It must be killed immediately!" Fu Xuan made the choice in an instant. There was no time to hesitate. No one knew when the evil beast would break free from the final seal.
If they really wait until that moment, Yuque will probably suffer a devastating disaster.
"..." Yao Guang stared at the long sword in his hand silently. His eyes had already told Fu Xuan many facts, for example, the only one in the entire Xianzhou Alliance who could do this was the marshal himself.
There is also Emperor Bow Siming.
But that was no different from an ending of destruction, except that it was Emperor Gong who destroyed Yuque with his own hands.
Fu Xuan recalled that even if she had explored the end of the abyss where the evil beast was, it had consumed a huge amount of mental energy. That was the foundation of Yuque.
It is almost an impossible task to kill the evil beast without destroying Yuque.
What's more, it is unrealistic to cut off the Jade Palace. The only way Yao Guang can think of is to continue to strengthen the seal or go and ask the Marshal in person.
Yao Guang did write to Hua, but the other party’s reply in the letter was equally simple.
[The time has not come yet, wait for the sword heart]
When talking about the sword heart, An Ming is naturally the first one. Yao Guang certainly knows An Ming's talent best, but this is far from enough.
"The Marshal mentioned An Ming in his letter."
"The Alliance has banned An Ming, but they are still waiting for his sword heart?!" Fu Xuan felt unbelievable, with a chill in his eyes. He clenched his right fist tightly, and even wanted to personally question the Marshal why.
She couldn't understand, and she couldn't comprehend, was this how the Alliance treated An Ming?
Yao Guang also found it absurd, but so what? After all, it was the marshal's order, and it was also the best way to protect An Ming after weighing the pros and cons.
Just as anyone with a discerning eye knows who should be the Sword Master of Yuque, there are always obstacles in the way.
All Yao Guang could do was to overcome all objections and secure the position of Sword Master candidate for An Ming, and naturally he was the only candidate.
Want to become a new candidate? Then challenge An Ming. If you defeat him, you will be the sword master.
Anyway, An Ming is there and won't run away, but no one has come forward to challenge him in the past ten years.
It really only took him thirty years to make those who had practiced swordsmanship for more than three hundred years lose the courage to challenge him. It was like reaching a peak in swordsmanship with no end in sight.
Some people questioned his identity, some questioned that he was a short-lived person, and some questioned his rich bloodline.
——But no one questioned An Ming’s sword.
He was just under the peach tree in the yard, without any conditions, and everyone could question him.
An Ming became the only candidate for the Sword Master of Yuque. Presumably, in the future, as long as he is still alive, there will be no new candidates.
He will become Yuque's unnamed sword master. There is no one holding the position of sword master, but everyone knows who the sword master is.
"Fu Taibu, in your opinion, how long can this Dharma Realm last?"
"... less than three hundred years at most."
Fu Xuan gave a relatively conservative estimate, and in fact it might be able to last for another 500 years, but if no solution is found, the problem will always be a problem.
For the people of Xianzhou, what difference does three hundred years make between five hundred years? If things continue like this, Yuque will be destroyed one day.
Is the alliance's only remaining immortal ship going to fall once again?
"I'm not forcing An Ming. If that moment really comes..." Yao Guang's eyes told Fu Xuan that he would stand at the front and bet everything on General Yuque.
Fu Xuan bit his lower lip lightly, said nothing, and just turned and left.
She was not angry with Yaoguang, but felt unfair for Anming.
An Ming has never betrayed the Alliance, but the Alliance has never believed in An Ming. How ironic! Now they have to rely on An Ming's swordsmanship to slay the evil beast.
What on earth was the Marshal thinking?
It was already noon when Fu Xuan returned to the courtyard. The early spring afternoon was warm, and the birds perched on the branches flapped their wings and flew over the courtyard gate.
Smoke was already rising from the courtyard. This was Fu Xuan's suggestion. A few years ago, she said that they could cook outside when the weather got warmer.
It didn't take long for An Ming to obediently build a stove outside. After all, there was a forge next door. This area had experienced years of bombardment during sword forging, so it was surprisingly suitable for cooking.
"came back?"
"Um..."
Fu Xuan would not hide his thoughts in front of An Ming. He walked to his side sullenly, and quietly held his free hand with his little hand.
An Ming was putting the processed fish into the soup pot and said with a smile, "Is it about me again?"
"Ah."
"It's not a good look to pout, Xuan'er."
"Oh!"
Fu Xuan glared at An Ming in annoyance. He wanted to kick An Ming hard, but in the end he couldn't bear to do it. He could only vent his anger by kicking the lawn.
After adding ginger and scallion segments, An Ming closed the lid of the pot and washed his hands before hugging Fu Xuan.
"An Ming."
"Ok?"
"Let's get married."
Fu Xuan took a deep breath, and her raised little face was full of seriousness. She was not joking.
An Ming's hands trembled slightly as he held Fu Xuan, and then he held her tighter, "Senior Sister, you also know that I can't give you a future."
He is a short-lived species, while Fu Xuan is an immortal species, and a long time lies between the two of them.
One day An Ming will grow old, but Fu Xuan will still be so young and dazzling, and as the Taibu of Luofu, he has a bright future.
And he will become a handful of ashes under the peach tree, unable to witness his beloved one walk towards the future.
Fu Xuan's beautiful eyelashes trembled slightly, like a fragile butterfly. How could she not know that time is a problem that can never be avoided.