Rebirth of the Supreme Celestial Being
chapter-673

Rong Xia’s pupils suddenly shrank. His brain even went blank. The burning pain on his face made him recover quickly. He didn’t even care about his status and hurriedly cried out, “Huarong Sword Immortal, pardon my sins. I didn’t know this young master was your person. Otherwise, I would never have put him in the same category as Rong Zhishui.”

Lin Xuanzhi lightly swept his gaze over Rong Xia’s pale face. “Now that you know, you won’t attack him again.”

“Of course, of course,” Rong Xia repeatedly agreed.

A gust of wind blew by, and in front of him, the man, who had landed on the eaves and stepped on the rubble looking like an immortal, seemed to have disappeared. Even Yan Tianhen, who had been besieged here, had also disappeared.

“Lin Huarong, Myriad Dao Academy!” Rong Xia stood up, his swollen face moved slightly as he hissed. He was deeply hateful and cursed “Useless things” to the secret guards around him. Then he turned around to leave.

Although he lost his target and his guards on this trip, it was not without harvest.

Lin Huarong, as the light of the orthodox Dao, actually had his heart moved and stood up for a brat who had offended the Rong family. If he spread this, it would surely set off a great disturbance in the whole Nine Land’s orthodox Dao.

And Wan Miantang came forward to save Rong Zhishui…

The Rong family sent him to track Rong Zhishui, but he didn’t allow him to kill Rong Zhishui. He just had to bring the target back, which was not in line with Rong Xia’s original intention. After all, if the scroll fell into Rong Zhishui’s hands, it was no big deal. It could always be found.

However, if it involved Myriad Dao Academy and Rong Chaoxi, the Rong family’s attitude would no longer be as soft.

With new and old grudges, the elders of the Rong family had long been dissatisfied with Myriad Dao Academy. He could guarantee that the elders would be furious after this — if they weren’t, then he would twist off his own head to use as a soccer ball.

…….

Yan Tianhen felt the speed of the wind and lightning. He heard that Kunpeng, the legendary ancient demonic beast, was the fastest flying monster in the world. It soared up 90,000 li through the wind, and one flap of its wings could let it fly 18,000 miles away. After a sneeze, there was no trace.

He felt like a Kunpeng at this time. Or a Kunpeng that had been forced to fly.

One of Lin Xuanzhi’s hands was holding his back collar, the other hand was around his waist, so that Yan Tianhen would not easily fall off as they flew to the Northeast very fast. Life was going up and down, up and down, up and down–

Just when Yan Tianhen was about to throw up because Lin Xuanzhi took his sword high and low between the mountains, Lin Xuanzhi finally found his conscience and let his feet touch the ground.

Yan Tianhen took Lin Xuanzhi’s handkerchief and wanted to wipe his mouth conveniently, but he saw the fine decorative pattern and smelled the cool smell that belonged to Lin Xuanzhi. It was like the cold fog of a snowy mountain. He turned his wrist and put the handkerchief in his sleeve.

Yan Tianhen wiped his mouth with his sleeve inattentively. Revenge, this was definitely revenge.

Yan Tianhen’s stomach was full of rivers and seas, and when he faced Lin Xuanzhi, he couldn’t be angry.

Instead, with a pleased smile he leaned to Lin Xuanzhi’s side , pretending to pitifully pull on the corner of his sleeve. “Dage, I know I was wrong. I was afraid that if I told you earlier, you would not let me go. I won’t dare in the future.”

“You’re quick to admit your mistakes. It seems that you believe I can’t do anything to you, right?” Lin Xuanzhi gently smiled, but there was no warmth in his eyes.

Yan Tianhen immediately felt like he was hit by a bolt. If Lin Xuanzhi quarreled with him or scolded him, then the situation could still be salvaged. But now, Lin Xuanzhi was carrying a smile that was totally different from his mood. He was obviously very angry.

Yan Tianhen’s heart suddenly panicked, and abruptly remembered the last time he saw Lin Xuanzhi smiling at him. At that time, Chang Sheng was refining Unified World.

Originally, Unified World wasn’t called that. Instead, it used to be called “Killing Heart Sword” , but Yan Tianhen later renamed it “Unified World”.

It was a sword with a rib bone as the sword bone and essence blood as the primer. It took only three days to forge a sword in the difficult dreamland of the Phoenix Terrace, a narrow slit in the demon world where the wind was fierce and narrow.

It was precisely Xiuxiu, the sword that Yan Tianhen took down from Hidden Sword Peak after thousands of years.

That year, Youshan Lingyu hugged an empty Sword Venerable Chang Sheng from behind as he buried his forehead on his shoulder. His voice was soft and hoarse, which seemed to be mumbling, begging for help that he could never find, where a man could not see him. He said, “Shixiong, you refined that pair of anklets for Cangdi Fenglang with your own hands, and I like it very much. Please also refine something for me. Anything is fine. As long as it’s made by Shixiong, I’ll like it and be satisfied with it.”

“Shixiong, I know I was wrong; I was obsessed. I shouldn’t have done this to you, I regret it. I really regret it, I’m sorry.”

“Shixiong, can you forge something for me and leave me a memory… There is no golden sun or stars in the sky in the demon world. It is dark and cold here, and the wind is biting. After you leave, I will be left alone in this huge demonic palace.”

“Shixiong, they are all afraid of me and don’t want to talk to me. Even I can feel lonely and afraid.”

“Shixiong, if you agree to my little request, I will let you go, all right?”

At the end, he was almost pleading. Perhaps because Chang Sheng was irritated from being pestered to the extreme, or perhaps because Lingyu personally vowed to let him go, finally, after a long silence, Chang Sheng said in a slightly dry and hoarse voice because he had not spoken for a long time, “You’re the one who said this. No matter what I forge, you will let me go after giving it to you.”

Youshan Lingyu suddenly looked up with starlight scattered in his eyes. He nodded hastily, regardless of whether Chang Sheng could see it. “Shixiong, you are finally willing to talk to me, you–”

“No need to say anything else.” Chang Sheng interrupted coldly. “I will only ask this: are you serious about this?”

“Very serious. Of course I’m serious.” Youshan Lingyu was excited like a child, at a loss on what to do with his hands and feet. “What does Shixiong want to refine for me? Do you want me to send someone to bring some materials? I want a hairpin, that is, the style that Shixiong always likes–ebony or white jade, with auspicious clouds or lotus flowers on the hairpin’s tip–feathers also work.”

Chang Sheng’s cold eyes stared at him.

Being stared at by those eyes, Youshan Lingyu felt very guilty. He pursed his lips and whispered weakly, “Of course, if Shixiong wants to refine something else, I think that’s also very good, very good. As long as it’s forged by Shixiong…”

He would like them all.

Looking at him like that, he didn’t know what Chang Sheng was thinking in his heart.

Finally, Chang Sheng said, “I need to go into closed-door seclusion. Don’t bother me before I go out.”

Although Youshan Lingyu was reluctant to not see Chang Sheng for a long time, he knew that he was still in the demon world, above the Phoenix Terrace, so he reluctantly suppressed his inner impulse and nodded.

However, at this time, Youshan Lingyu could never have imagined that Chang Sheng would give him a magic weapon that made his blood run cold and made him sorrowful enough to vomit blood. Chang Sheng had pulled out one of his ribs, took out a drop of blood from his heart, and refined a sword made of white bone in just three days.

Three days later, Chang Sheng’s face was bloodless, his pair of eyes were bluish-black. He gently pressed his chest, over the position where his rib was pulled out. He came out of the narrow place with a sword in his right hand.

The phoenix flowers on the Phoenix Terrace were always blooming, brilliant and splashing, strong and enthusiastic.

This was the most beautiful place in the whole demon realm. Because standing on the Phoenix Terrace, you could overlook the entire demon world’s beautiful scenery, which was cruel but still tragic. There were huge red clouds roiling in the sky. The black fog was like an immortal carrying a brush, staining the sky with a wave of his hands.

On this day, in the loneliness and majesty of the sky and clouds, Chang Sheng covered in blood, carrying a long sword made of white bone was walking to him step by step.

“This is my gift to you.” Chang Sheng said softly, “A sword that can be used to commit suicide. I have already made up its name. Just call it ‘Killing Heart’.”

Chang Sheng picked up the new sword, then pulled up the right hand of the person who seemed to have been struck by lightning, and stuffed the hilt into Youshan Lingyu’s hands. Youshan Lingyu seemed to have been burned, so he flung it aside and let the sword clatter to the ground.

“No, no, no, no, I don’t want… I don’t want this, why do you want to give me this kind of thing!?” Youshan Lingyu shook his head desperately in a panic and repeatedly retreated, looking into the eyes of Chang Sheng, like watching a ghost who had come to kill him.

Chang Sheng bent down, picked up the sword, and looked at the red flower sap staining it coldly. He smiled softly. “Blood suits it.”

Step by step, he forced himself to move to Youshan Lingyu, and once again, handed the sword to him.

Youshan Lingyu was stunned. After a long time, he trembled and asked, “Why? Why do you want to do this to me? I already promised to let you go. Why do you still have to force me like this?”

Why?

There were too many Why’s in his heart, but Chang Sheng would not give him an answer.

“I’m tired of all the things you’ve done, Youshan Lingyu. The thing I regret most in my life is that I believed you had any kindness left in your heart. I deserve all the insults and pains I’ve suffered over the years. Serves me right.” Chang Sheng was very quietly looking at Youshan Lingyu’s pair of eyes whose pupils had shrunk.

If he wasn’t so overconfident, then how could he, with his own strength, bear all the pressure exerted by the orthodox Dao and persuade them to postpone the invasion of the demon world and give him a chance to pull Lingyu back?

Now he was in a mess, and he had no face left. Laughable, truly laughable.

He was arrogantly trying to transform the devil into a human being. This was really the biggest joke in the world!

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Author’s Notes:

Most of the memories are abusive. If there’s no abuse in the previous life, then this life won’t exist. It’s necessary for the plot, and the outline can’t be changed. After this hurdle, everything will be sweet~

To those that said Xuanzhi has lost some IQ, prepare to be face-slapped. In the whole novel, no matter which character loses IQ, the main character will never lose IQ. After all, flipping everything over is also a big hobby of mine 23333 (hahaha).

Sarah: x__x let the angst be over…

Ea: Main couple finally will start being honest with each other …. Man this hurts