Chapter 7 — One World Only for Her

12 Luc Uyen... cried. I couldn't have imagined that someone as arrogant and cold as him would one day reveal such a fragile appearance. The leader of the Thanh Van Sect, the one whom the three worlds feared, now bowed his head, his shoulders slightly trembling, his eyes red as if a thousand-year-old obsession was about to be broken. His voice was hoarse, as if blown away by the east wind, carrying a choking feeling that was difficult to put into words: "To To... Actually, a thousand years ago... the first time I saw you, I already... liked you." "I've never loved anyone, I don't know how to get close to her... I just know, if I don't do anything, she will just stay like that... following me forever." “I… never meant to… be cold to you.” Every word he said seemed to vibrate my spiritual veins, each word fell heavily into my heart, causing my breathing to become chaotic and my soul to feel like it was being squeezed by a hand. I trembled, the corners of my eyes felt hot, I don't know if it was because of bitterness or fear. Did he... a long time ago... love me? My heart feels like it's beating like a drum, chaotic, out of control, like it's about to burst in my chest. I took a deep breath, trying to regain composure, my voice was so soft that it almost melted into the wind: "If... this world... is a book that has been written by someone else... everything is already arranged... you... were originally destined to love your own disciple... then isn't... everything just a joke of fate?" In response, I was only panting, heavy, hoarse... Suddenly, he raised his head, his eyes were as bright as sword blades, his voice rang out, as solid as gold: "No premeditation!" The sound was like shaking the void, shattering all the doubts in my heart, and also making every blood cell in the body vibrate along with that roar. From the center of Luc Uyen's forehead, he pulled out a drop of bright red soul blood, like a liquid ruby, and slowly placed it in my palm. That drop of blood was as cold as ice, but as soon as I touched it, a stream of spiritual energy immediately wrapped around my finger, making me shiver. “This is my soul and blood.” "If you crush it, my soul will be scattered and I will never be able to enter reincarnation." His voice was hoarse and low, like a sound coming from a deep abyss. “This drop of soul blood… can lead you to see everything I have experienced over the past million years.” “To To… in those millions of years… I have never loved anyone but you.” The moment the soul blood fell into my hand, Luc Uyen's memories were like a giant flood rushing into my head, each image swirling before my eyes. I see a young Luc Uyen in a fluttering blue shirt, standing on a lonely cliff, his sword aura flying into the sky, his face cold but his eyes as bright as a shooting star. Seeing him follow his brother Tham Father - also Tham Tam Tram's father - together to kill demons and exorcise demons, conquer the three worlds. But once in a desperate situation, Father Tham died a bloody death in order to save him. I see Father Shen's sword, sealed within his soul, extremely fierce, only the direct bloodline can control it. If someone else touches it, there will be a backlash. Luc Uyen clearly understood that, so for many years, he never let me touch that sword. It's not because he's hiding anything from me, but because he's afraid I'll get hurt. Until Tham Tam Tram was sufficiently cultivated, he returned to the master's sword without any hesitation. Besides that, in memories spanning millions of years, between Luc Uyen and Tham Tam Tram... does not exist in any other relationship. I trembled slightly, my chest was tight, my eye sockets were painful as if burned by fire. It turns out... all these years... so many misunderstandings, so many precautions, so much distance... were all my fault. That person has never betrayed me one inch. Never, not even once. In Luc Uyen's memory, I saw a scene that made my heart so cold that it trembled. He... for me. Because of a lie I told him... because I told him he couldn't, he risked his life to practice the forbidden clone technique. If you want to practice that technique, you need to stay in the coldest place and soak your body in cold ice for hundreds of years. But he was born with pure Yang holy body, his body was the complete opposite of extreme cold. Every time I practice, my spiritual body is repelled. The pain was so painful that bones felt like they were being chiseled, tendons and veins cracked, and blood stained the whole body red. During one such occasion, Tham Tam Tram accidentally broke through the formation and saw him covered in blood, his body convulsing, his blood vessels almost broken, and his breath as fragile as if he had only one last breath left. No wonder the last time she met me, she said: "Luc Uyen... has another face." She saw it all with her own eyes. But we don't. If it weren't for me, he wouldn't have practiced this forbidden technique at all. I told him not to... but Luc Uyen - the most arrogant person in the three worlds, who had never trusted anyone, believed in me. Believe so much that you torture yourself for thousands of years, just to... be worthy of me. I choked, my trembling hands lifted his face: "Actually... Luc Uyen, I lied to you." “You can't… you can't.” Luc Uyen's eyes blinked slightly, in the depths of his eyes were soundless waves rolling. He slightly smiled self-deprecatingly, his voice low and hoarse: "To To... I know you are comforting me." “But it's okay… I'm trying.” “You don't need to… force yourself.” I looked at him, my heart felt like it was being cut by a knife, tears falling freely. “I don't force it.” One sentence, cuts off all doubts and all obstacles. I reached out and pulled down the belt on his waist - using my actions to tell him, he has never, ever... not been able to. At that time, I did not know that Luc Uyen had already practiced the forbidden technique. His clone technique... when merged with the main body, one practice session... can last for a whole month.{Read full at page Nguyet Hoa Cac} We... were imprisoned in the ice cave for a whole month. Wait until you step outside, the story outside has long ended. The demon race that harmed people was wiped out by the Thanh Van Sect. Several cases of nuns disappearing have condemned the theory of determinism. As for Ho Thap Tu... was sent by the sect master to the North Sea region to practice. Beihai — eighteen thousand miles from the sect. Once you leave, you won't be able to return for at least a thousand years. I stood still, my lips twitching, my whole body about to explode. Turning his head, he glared fiercely at Luc Uyen. And he... just slowly stretched out a furry tail, placed it in my palm, smiling very smugly: "To To... from now on, all you need is a fox." My eyes widened, my heart skipped a beat. “Luc Uyen!” My intonation almost went up a notch, my eyes swept over that silky tail, almost crazy with suspicion: "Are you... practicing any forbidden magic again?" Luc Uyen curled her lips and did not deny. On the contrary, he held me in his arms, surrounded by the familiar cool scent, his chin resting lightly on my shoulder, smiling in a way that was both smug and... childish. “It's all thanks to To To's love Likes little animals, just reminded me." “Using animal form, being able to be with her… is better.” He leaned close to my ear, his voice low, carrying a hint of stubbornness, a hint of... pleading: "In the future... whatever animal To To likes, I will become that animal." My heart tightened and I had difficulty breathing to the point that I had to cover his mouth with my hand. “That's enough, Luc Uyen…” I looked straight into his eyes, seeing in those quiet pupils, hiding a stubbornness to the point of destruction. He humbled himself to the point that... he was willing to stop being human, just so he could stand next to me. What reason do I have... to let him go? When my trembling hand grabbed his tail, I clearly understood that no matter what happens in the future... I will not let go anymore.