Chapter 4 — Thousand Years Waiting For Her

Having finished speaking, she gritted her teeth and recited the technique, using her spiritual energy, pressing a palm straight towards me! The spiritual pressure was billowing, the sword energy was sharp, as if it wanted to tear apart space. Just as the force was about to reach my chest, a golden light suddenly exploded! The golden sword energy was as bright as the sky and the earth was shaking, the impact was so great that the ground cracked, and those standing nearby were forced back dozens of steps. Ha Coc Tuyet let out a snort, her body was thrown into the air, fresh blood gushed out from her mouth. At the same time, Hanh Hai appeared. His figure was like a fairy descending to earth, one hand holding the falling Ha Coc Tuyet, his face cold, spiritual energy condensing around his body. I stopped walking, turned my head slightly to look at him - Our eyes met, the wind on the mountain top suddenly became a little colder. Hanh Hai hugged Ha Coc Tuyet in his arms, his figure landing on the ground like a falling cloud. As soon as her feet touched the ground, she spat out a mouthful of fresh blood, as dark red as a flower blooming in the snow. Her voice trembled, weakly pleading: "Master... is a useless disciple, unable to protect the sword of his destiny..." Hearing that, Hanh Hai raised his head, his eyes cold as a thousand years of ice and snow, shining straight at me. That look was so cold that, like an invisible sword, it could pierce straight through the heart. In an instant, the scene from his past life appeared in his memory. In my previous life, I also beat Ha Coc Tuyet to the ground like this. At that time, Hanh Hai also looked at me with the same eyes as now - Cold, distant, filled with murderous intent. It was at that moment that I understood one thing: No matter how hard I tried, no matter how hard I practiced, ... I could never replace Ha Coc Tuyet's position in his heart. Hanh Hai's eyes narrowed slightly, his voice was cold and deep, like thunder in the middle of the night: "Your hidden cultivation level... is so strong... Good. Then... let's fight." As soon as he finished speaking, the surrounding aura vibrated, and the Mahayana aura surged. The heavy pressure caused the ground to crack and the wind blew sand away. I just felt the tree branch at my side shaking slightly, sending out waves of uneasiness. It also seems to want to attack. But I know - No matter how mysterious this tree branch is, no matter how powerful it is in the world,... it still cannot fight against a Mahayana monk like Hanh Hai. Right at the moment the spiritual pressure was about to explode, a great battle seemed about to break out... A voice slowly rang out, so light that it melted into the wind: "Hanh Hai... Are you really planning to... start a fight with a little girl?" I turned my head back. I saw Thanh Da leisurely riding a little pig, looking leisurely as if he was going for a walk. He held the reins in one hand and a grape in the other, taking each step leisurely, not letting the sound of thunder or the surrounding spirits get into his eyes. At that moment, Hanh Hai slightly paused his movements, his aura somewhat condensed. But his eyes were still cold, filled with murderous intent, as if he didn't look at Thanh Da at all: "It's you... your disciple destroyed my disciple's spirit sword. I taught you, what's wrong?" Thanh Da pulled the little pig's reins, leisurely stopped in front of me, his dark eyes were as deep as a calm lake, his voice was faint: "If my disciple ruins your disciple's aura... Then... you should not attack her." He paused for a moment, the corners of his lips curled up slightly, as if he were smiling, slowly continuing: "If you have anything... come find me." As soon as the words fell, the surrounding aura suddenly shook. Hanh Hai slightly squinted his eyes, his eyes were like a deep lake tinged with dew, his voice was low: "Do you... want to fight with me?" I stood behind Thanh Da, my eyes unconsciously following his back. A gentle breeze blew past, her blue shirt fluttered, her long ink-like hair rolled among the clouds. At that moment, my heart suddenly trembled - Maybe... Thanh Da is not simple at all. Perhaps he is just like that tree branch - a great hidden existence, hiding himself under the appearance of "waste", ... in fact, he is a peerless noble person, he has even ascended a long time ago, only returning to the human world to "dispose at will". That thought makes my heart swell with an indescribable warmth. But at the moment Hanh Hai's murderous aura began to condense into blood light, the entire world shook, spiritual pressure billowed like a storm... Thanh Da shook his head slightly, his voice was faint, incredibly calm: "Why do you like to fight and kill so much... My disciple damaged your aura, then... I'll pay you something. Don't do it. Don't get angry." Me: “……” Thanh Da led Hanh Hai and us back to his residence. When he opened the door to the treasury, at that moment, a scene shook the world - Only saw several thousand pieces of spiritual energy shining brightly at the same time, beams of light intertwined, illuminating the entire sky, almost blinding everyone. In the treasury, each piece of spiritual energy floated in the void, emitting spiritual pressure as heavy as the tide, just looking at it made you feel your breath stagnate. Every sword, every spear, every jade pendant is top-grade spiritual energy. More importantly - Among them, randomly take out one, the grade is even higher than Ha Coc Tuyet's life spirit sword! I stood there, and suddenly a meaningless sentence flashed in my mind: "Bad students have more learning tools than good teachers." … Thanh Da had no intention of boasting, just leaned leisurely against the door frame, half of his body leaning to the side, his face calm and lazy, one hand slightly lifted, and the words as light as the wind: "Optional." At this moment, all eyes were almost locked inside the treasury. Even Ha Coc Tuyet, whose face was always dignified, could not hide the greedy look shining in her eyes. Because in the world of true cultivation, before entering the Mahayana period, spiritual energy is the most important thing, determining almost half of life and death. Finally, after a moment of hesitation, Ha Coc Tuyet was overjoyed and immediately chose a death sword. When she left, the corner of her mouth smiled from ear to ear, her whole body almost flew on the clouds, her eyes filled with pride. I looked at her back, my heart couldn't help but choke, a dull feeling of discomfort spread across my chest. Thanh Da standing next to me seemed to realize my feelings, his eyes curled slightly, his voice was light, as light as a breeze: "I gave you Lam Uyen... Not spiritual energy." I was stunned, my heart slightly startled: "If... it's not spiritual energy, then what is it?" Thanh Da turned around, his tall and thin figure standing against the light, his eyes as deep as the stars. The corner of his lips slightly curled up, his voice falling word by word, like thunder exploding in my heart: "That is... Immortal Qi." At that moment, the sky seemed to freeze. The spiritual energy in the treasury vibrated slightly, as if they were bowing their heads in submission to an existence higher than all. 5 In the world, weapons are divided into four levels: Weapons, Spiritual weapons, Immortals and Spirits. However, in the mortal world, only weapons and spiritual energy are passed down. As for fairy weapons and sacred weapons, they have always been nothing but legends, no one has ever witnessed them with their own eyes. So, when I heard Thanh Da say that "Lam Uyen" was a fairy weapon, in my heart I only felt that he was talking nonsense. However, looking at his indifferent yet calm expression, a wave of wavering arose in my heart - Maybe... it's true. Since I got Lam Uyen, in the middle of the night I started cultivating according to the exercises taught by Hanh Hai in my previous life. Unexpectedly, just as the fate had begun, I saw in the darkness in the distance, Thanh Da standing there with his arms crossed, his eyes smiling as if they were empty, looking straight at me. I retracted my hand, a bit unnaturally: "You... why aren't you sleeping yet?" Thanh Da slowly shook his head: "Don't practice this type of exercise anymore. It's not suitable for you." I cannot refute what he said. Because in my previous life, after I broke through Hu Dan, I clearly felt that this technique was gradually losing its effectiveness. But what else can we practice? I smiled wryly: "Other than that... I don't know anything else." I told him my story. My father was the sect leader of Trac Thuy Tien Mon, but as soon as I cried out into the world, he passed through tribulation and ascended to become an immortal. I was born with immortal bones, but my mother was only a mortal, unable to withstand the spiritual energy in my blood. When she gave birth to me, she ran out of energy and passed away. Since childhood, I have lived under the protection of my father's eldest disciple. He really loved me, but he was not willing to teach me my father's true techniques. He didn't even let me call him big brother.