Chapter 2 — Heart Cave Thien Kiep

The healing magic was finally complete. I quickly withdrew my hand, as if my foot had stepped on a hot fire, and ran out of the quiet room - so fast that it seemed like I only left a breeze behind. However, I have never discovered... Master Tu Bach is still standing there, his eyes as elegant as the misty moon, his hand gently holding the red line that I used magic power to transform earlier. The person brought the red thread closer, gently touched the tip of his nose, and gently took a breath. The corners of his eyebrows relaxed, his originally cold features suddenly softened, like early morning snow melted by sunlight. A faint smile appeared at the bottom of his eyes - like ripples, like a spring breeze, a hint of meaning that could not be dissipated. 2 I quickly escaped from my master's residence, not daring to turn around, afraid that if I stood a moment longer I would lose my reason. Summoning the Vo Vong sword, I stepped on the blade and glided into the clouds, the wind blew my clothes like snow in the sky. Right at that moment, a familiar voice rang out in my head, slightly urgent and teasing: "A Ly! Just now, my spiritual sense was blocked by my master, are you done with me so quickly? So, your master... is he both tall and talented?!" ...I just feel the blood rushing to my brain, I wish I could cut off this mouth with a sword! "Hopeless... shut up for me! I... I can't like my master anymore... Otherwise... I'll die." My voice was hoarse, my eyes were lifeless, as if looking through the clouds. Hopeless - is the sword that is carrying me flying right now, and is also the coming of age ceremony that Master Tu Bach gave me when I was sixteen years old. He said, this sword will "keep me safe all my life". But... in my previous life, Vo Vong blocked someone's sword, but I still... pierced my heart with ten thousand arrows, dying miserably in a rain of blood. In my head, Vo Vong's voice rang out, silent for a moment, then spoke up to comfort me, as if it were nothing: "It's impossible... your master has unparalleled magic power and is skilled in all kinds of resurrection and rebirth techniques. Even if your soul is broken, the master can still pick you up piece by piece. A Ly, listen to me - love! Love, love, don't be afraid. I will always stand by your side." Void Sword, which already has divine consciousness, sometimes sounds like a stubborn child. I pursed my lips slightly, my mind was blank, my heart tightened as if being strangled: "But... it hurts so much. Thousand arrows pierced the heart... the pain tore my soul, my bones shattered... In my previous life, I died until my body was broken, but I still didn't have time to meet you one last time..." My voice broke in the wind, the wind brought back memories. 3 Before Tran Tinh Hao appeared, I was the only disciple under Tu Bach's sect. Everyone said - "Phuong Ly is ungrateful and cowardly, not worthy of worshiping Tu Bach sect." I used to believe that too. That year, he accepted me as his disciple, just out of pity. That year... He was on his way to pacify the rebellious demons. Returning from a glorious victory, he passed by a burned village. In the entire village of thirty-three households, corpses were scattered about, ashes were cold, only one child was still breathing... that was me. The person who cast the spell to extinguish the great fire stepped into the pile of smoking ashes and carried me out from the cloth bundle, amid heart-wrenching cries. Perhaps, fate was inherently teasing —— because at that moment, when I saw you, the crying stopped. For the first time, I showed my natural talent for "loving guys" - without crying Moreover, he also smiled at her, and even... unconsciously peed all over his white shirt. That day, I changed my life to a new life - was brought back to Sword Sect and worshiped as a disciple. He gave me the name Phuong Ly, taught me how to read, taught me swordsmanship, from early morning until the moon hung in the sky, a period of seventeen years like a breeze. He is always indifferent, his demeanor is as cold as the dew at the beginning of summer, nothing in the world can shake his spirit. But only... for me - those eyes always contain a bit of gentleness. I am not more talented than others. The first time I flew with a sword at the age of thirteen, I... grabbed the hem of someone's shirt and flew. Later, there were rumors in the sect that I was poor in character, poor in talent, and unworthy to be the only disciple of the Saint. I got angry and left home. Finally, you found me in an abandoned temple, at that time... the demons drugged me, my vitality was withered, my breath was fragile. In my coma, I only remember one image clearly — a pair of eyes. Those eyes were as cold as frost and snow, but deep and full of compassion. "A Ly, don't sleep... the master is here." "Look at me... A Ly, look at the teacher." In a daze, I suddenly saw that light, thereby engraving the figure deep into my bones. I once raised my hand, wanting to gently touch the person's face - but before my fingertips could touch it, the strength in my body had been drained away, my hand drooped, hanging helplessly. In that moment, people panicked. Up until now, Tu Bach has never panicked. For the first time, you bit the tip of your finger, letting your blood dissolve into drops of antidote, pressing it to my lips, using your own blood to save my life. The rich scent of blood mixed with pure spiritual energy rushed in, pulling my mind back. In a daze, I bit his wrist, instinctively craving that taste, little by little sucking every drop of spiritual blood, my fingertips greedily caressing each of his delicate wrist bones. From that day on, a pale scar will forever be left on your wrist — my tooth mark. The person hugged me back to the sect, a path of electric clouds flying, white clothes fluttering, hugging me like hugging my life. That day, in front of all the disciples in the sect, he calmly walked up to the main hall and dragged out the person who dared to humiliate me in front of everyone. “A Ly is the only disciple under me.” “The deity says she is worthy, then she is worthy!” “Who dares to doubt - end up like him!” As soon as the words fell, his destiny sword - Chi Ngo - unsheathed, like a stream of light breaking through the air, turning into a cold streak of light, piercing straight through the sky! An ice-cold sword intent like destroying heaven and earth split the air, straight through the other person's heart. The wind-piercing hiss still echoed, red blood splashed like rain, the person didn't even have time to scream, his body turned into ashes and scattered in the middle of nowhere. That day, the entire sect was dead silent. From that day onwards, I knew - I was special. In people's hearts, we are different from everyone. But... In my previous life, I gradually eroded all those "differences". When ten thousand swords pierced my heart, blood spread red and dyed the sky red, all my souls seemed to be torn apart, I only had one thought left - being human. I just hate that, at that moment of life and death, you still didn't appear. I laugh out loud disappointed, thinking... "Master... must have been extremely disappointed in me." "Perhaps... the person who regretted holding me out of the sea of fire that year..." Each word, each word, turned into a cold blade, engraved deeply into the memory, until this moment still bleeding in my heart. 4 To avoid Tu Bach, I used the excuse of being sick and did not dare to come to ask for peace for a whole month. That day, the servant next to the master knocked on my door. “Sister Phuong, Thanh Ton sent me to ask - is your injury... serious?” I quickly coughed a few times, pretending to be weak: "Cough... cough... it's okay..." The servant was a bit embarrassed, pulling out a sound transmitter from his chest. Immediately after that, Tu Bach's familiar low voice rang out right next to his ear, as clear as standing right in front of him: "A Ly, if you feel uncomfortable, the teacher can personally come to your retreat to teach you. Absolutely do not delay your practice because of illness." His voice was gentle, calm, without any ripples, but his words did not allow for denial. It's as if if we just say the word "more annoying", someone will immediately appear right in front of the room door. I panicked and quickly passed on the message: "Tell the master, the disciple... will come to greet you on time tomorrow."