Chapter 72 No Night, Then Dawn
"I'm not a fairy boat person."
"But under the destiny, I am a member of the Immortal Boat."
Su Xiaoquan put the rapier back into the scabbard behind his back and looked at An Ming with a calm look, "Sword Master An, your sword is really flawless as the rumors say."
An Ming put the hilt of the Wuye sword back into the scabbard. Now, the hilt alone was enough for him to deal with most troubles.
From the fight just now, I could feel that the other party had no intention of killing me. It was more like a sudden invitation to a duel.
An Ming could sense a familiar aura from Su Xiaoquan. Many years ago, he had also seen such an aura from Jing Yuan and Yao Guang.
Order the envoy.
But he is not a hunting envoy.
Adhering to the principle that the enemies encountered on the Immortal Boat are either rewarded or destroyed, there should be no other Destiny Messengers in existence.
"You came to Zhuming specially to wait for me, is this all you want to say?" The surrounding streets became increasingly quiet, and the pedestrians passing by the two of them left silently as if they ignored everything that happened here.
An Ming then unsheathed the second fine iron sword from his waist. Only when he pulled out half of it and exposed a little bit of the sword body, a terrifying sword aura was already set off. With more than forty years of experience, he had dedicated his entire life to the sword.
How strong An Ming is now? Perhaps only Fu Xuan, who practices with him on a daily basis, knows.
"Just a message for you."
Su Xiaoquan took a half step back and said with a smile: "Tianming, greetings to you."
The rising foam dissipates like memory, and sinks into the bubbles and disappears like spring water.
Only the jade omen was left.
The streets returned to their bustling state once again, as if everything that had just happened was just an illusion.
"An Jianshou?"
The young man who had never been seen before replaced Su Xiaoquan's position, squatted down, picked up the jade omen and handed it to An Ming, "General Huaiyang is waiting for you at the Yanlun Casting Palace."
"Does the general have any female disciples?"
"Since Master Ying Xing left, the general has not accepted any disciples."
The boy was a little shy, but still gave a detailed answer.
An Ming took the Qinghong Jade Omen. The information originally used to prove his identity seemed to have never been there before. It was as clean as a brand new jade omen from the factory.
Casting Palace.
The young man folded a flying bird, and then the paper bird flew away like a living creature. The next moment, the entire ground began to shake violently, and the palace in front of him began to reorganize dramatically.
The outer wall of the ring kept shrinking, and finally all that remained was the base under the feet. The light that came from nowhere was shining brightly.
An Ming stared at the slowly moving hall, which seemed to be following the orbit of a star, and beneath his feet was a light as dazzling as the sun.
It was as if countless scenes passed before his eyes. He saw endless trees, a hundred-meter-tall golden statue, humanoid birds with outstretched wings, and the cloud riders whose entire bodies were on fire, shouting "The fairy boat is soaring, and the cloud riders will always win!"
The light seemed to be roaring at An Ming, and those images were like books that were being flipped through madly, forcefully stuffed into his mind.
"Zheng——"
A long and crisp sword sound was heard, and An Ming looked calmly at the sun, no longer affected by it in the slightest.
"It seems that you are An Ming." Huai Yan appeared at the end without knowing when, and continued with an admiring look: "Looking directly at Emperor Sui and keeping your mind focused, no wonder the Marshal praised you so much."
The invisible barrier slowly rose up, completely isolating Suiyang's influence. Huaiyan's footsteps felt like mountains, like endless mountains.
"Meet General Huaiyan."
"No need to be so polite. I can see that you are a good craftsman."
Huai Yan had an extremely sharp eye and could tell at a glance the marks of sword forging on An Ming's body.
"General, you are joking. I just learned some forging knowledge in my spare time after practicing sword skills." An Ming then pulled out the Wuye from his waist and placed it on the table.
"That makes sense. Taowu is not a vicious beast whose defense can be broken by ordinary weapons."
Taowu is the evil beast suppressed under Yuque. Over the years, Fu Xuan has tried his best to look up relevant information, but he has gained very little. He can only know that Taowu is one of the four great ferocious beasts from ancient times.
Not to mention Taotie, even though Taowu was suppressed, he is probably still an extremely powerful beast.
"This Emperor's Fire is left to you to use as you wish."
"Thank you, General."
An Ming took a deep breath. They had been friends for more than 20 years, and the day of recasting had finally come.
So he walked to the sun and began to prepare to recast Wu Ye. He took out all the materials and recalled the conversation with Su Xiaoquan not long ago.
Perhaps, the last missing material is the abundant blood that contains the revival of all things.
Is this her purpose?
It takes several days of waiting to recast Wuye. Huaiyan assists in forging beside Anming. Before the blazing day of Emperor Sui, the broken sword body gradually solidifies into one.
The sword blade that had been broken by the might of the Emperor Bow finally returned to its original state at this moment.
An Ming lifted Wu Ye with one hand and cut his wrist without hesitation. Blood as bright as gold flowed along the sword blade, leaving light gold lines wherever it passed.
All the materials began to slowly merge, and with the revival of the Blood of Fertility, Wu Ye truly regained his former glory.
The sword's aura soared into the sky, like a dragon's roar.
Wu Ye has been silent for too long, and this vast sword intent is his declaration to the world.
Such might even caused strange phenomena in the sky above Zhu Ming. Auspicious dragons were faintly seen passing through the golden cloud vortex, and the sword energy that soared into the sky tore all the clouds into pieces.
There is no night, and then the day breaks.
An Ming put Wu Ye back into the scabbard and saluted Huai Yan seriously. The reason why the recasting was so successful was also due to the assistance of this master craftsman.
Before leaving, An Ming specifically asked about Su Xiaoquan. Huai Yan thought for a long time and told him that it might be the power of destiny.
Change your destiny, choose your destiny.
An Ming boarded the Star Raft for his return journey, carrying the recast Wu Ye. At this moment, perhaps no one knew what level of strength he had reached.
Even though An Ming lost his sword, he was still almost invincible in swordsmanship, let alone now that he had the sword.
An Ming, who was gazing at the sea of stars on the Star Raft, was somewhat silent. He could vaguely feel that moment was about to come, and that would be the day to draw the sword.
"Taowu..."
An Ming looked down at Wu Ye in his arms, a smile appearing on the corner of his mouth.
What’s wrong with evil beasts?
As long as you have a sword in your hand, you will not be confused.
When he was 19, Jingtian said to him before going to Fanghu: "You will be the one who cuts off your destiny."
It was not until he was 43 that An Ming understood the meaning of it, as well as the fate that was caught up in fate and would eventually cut off his destiny.
In fact, the master knew everything, but he realized it too late.
Only when you truly have the power to cut off your fate can you discover that it is also a kind of fate.