Embers of Sword

Chapter 1 Rekindling
"Don't come! Don't come—"

"Help!!"

There was heavy rain and thunder. The wind chimes hanging on the eaves were shaking violently. The woman's screams of fear, pain and anger, as well as the sound of her clothes being torn, were drowned out by the torrential rain.

The shrill cries, along with the sound of broken wind chimes, echoed into the dark mourning hall at the back of the mansion courtyard.

After it reached Xie Xuanyi's ears, only a vague and dull sound remained.

"Well……"

A low groan of pain.

Xie Xuanyi slowly opened his eyes.

Total darkness.

The whole world was dark, and my mind was also dark.

This is probably the case for people who have slept for a long time.

Then... there was severe pain.

Xie Xuanyi frowned, silently enduring the pain like a knife stabbing in his mind. He subconsciously wanted to sit up and held on to the "bed" with both hands. The next moment, his forehead was hit hard. After he fell down with stars in his eyes, the world in front of him gradually returned to its original color.

Still black.

But the "black" this time is different from the previous "black".

The previous "black" meant nothingness, chaos, and death.

But now the "black" is just darkness, without light.

Xie Xuanyi then noticed that the bed beneath him was not a "bed" at all. The space was so cramped and narrow that he couldn't even turn over...

He lay in a coffin.

Perhaps because of this bump, the pain in Xie Xuanyi's mind gradually faded away, and traces of memories came to his mind.

"I... am I still alive?"

He was hunted down by his enemies and buried in the North Sea. When his consciousness became blurred, his world was so cold and dark.

This coffin contains the dead.

It's suitable to be used to decorate him...

Taking a deep breath, Xie Xuanyi stretched out a hand and pushed open the coffin lid with force. After a muffled sound, the lid slid to the ground. Xie Xuanyi slowly sat up from the long coffin. The candlelight flickered in the dim mourning hall. The cold wind outside blew the candle wick down and almost extinguished it.

The wind also made the bronze mirror hanging by a red rope in front of the hall shake.

"..."

Xie Xuanyi looked at the swaying bronze mirror silently.

Although the mourning hall was dim, he could still see the image in the mirror clearly.

There was a pale, childish and unfamiliar face reflected there, at least ten years younger than the person I remembered... This was probably just a boy of fifteen or sixteen. The boy in the mirror seemed more handsome than I was back then, with sword-like eyebrows and majestic eyes, but also more haggard.

Even though the mirror was rusty and the image was blurry and mottled, Xie Xuanyi could still feel that at this moment, he was exuding a gloomy and dead aura.

Is this really me?
Xie Xuanyi looked down at his own palms, which were callous-free and as smooth as jade, just like the hands of a woman who had never held a sword.

Although the mourning hall is dim, there are many big red lanterns hanging there, giving it a lively feeling of "decorating with lights and colorful lanterns"...but now the flames of the lanterns are all extinguished, making it look particularly desolate and dark.

Xie Xuanyi looked around, supported the edge of the coffin with both hands, walked to the ground, and stepped barefoot on the thick paper money.

Crash.

The snow-white "silver note" with ink stains still on it was blown up by the wind and hit Xie Xuanyi.

When he peeled off a piece of paper and took a look, black lines appeared on Xie Xuanyi's forehead.

On the left and right sides of these "silver notes" were written in neat seal script different greetings such as "eternal love" and "till death do us part"... This mourning hall turned out to be a wedding hall?
There was another coffin not far away. Judging from the decorations and inscriptions on the coffin, it was obviously a pair with his own.

Could it be that I am... having a secret relationship?
What is this ghost?

Before Xie Xuanyi could figure out the situation, a strong wind suddenly blew in front of the mourning hall, and he heard it clearly this time.

In the rain, there were the sounds of stumbling footsteps and sobbing and crying that were getting closer and closer.

"Is there anyone? Help me... Help me..."

And sounds of contempt and scolding.

"You can yell as much as you want! No one will respond even if you scream your throat out!"

……

……

The wind was strong and the rain was pouring.

The Deng family mansion was particularly desolate today, and the whole mansion was filled with a solemn and cold atmosphere. A young woman, with a pale face and torn clothes, covered her chest with one hand, stumbled and ran to the backyard.

Behind her, there was a burly figure as big as a mountain. He had a sneer on his face and said nothing. He just followed leisurely. Occasionally, he would speed up his pace, stretch out his sharp claws, and tear off a piece of clothes, as if he was playing a game of cat and mouse.

After a while, the woman was left with only a few pieces of clothing, and was mostly naked.

Finally, the woman fell heavily at the threshold of the mourning hall, her tears soaking her pretty face, and she said in a shrill voice: "Tu Fei! I'm already married! Why can't you let me go!"

"Marry?"

A majestic figure suddenly stood in the darkness.

"This is a funeral hall, and the person you are going to marry is dead."

He spoke each word with a very cold voice: "Marrying a dead person... is that also called marrying someone?"

The woman looked up at the tall figure, tears falling from her eyes. She smiled miserably and asked, "Dead people are not human, so are you a human?"

Say it.

The majestic figure slowly walked out of the darkness, revealing a ferocious face covered with mane.

This is not human.

It’s a giant demon in disguise!

"Before I start killing people now, everything is still possible. If you change your mind, the people in the Deng family, including your father, can still be saved."

Tu Fei glanced in the direction he came from.

The reason why the main hall was so quiet was because all of Deng family's servants were tied up and gagged.

There were about twenty people, big and small.

Twenty lives.

Tu Fei spoke faintly: "Deng Baiyi, do you know that it is your blessing that I like you? Your father is getting more and more confused. He would rather believe a Taoist priest's prophecy, spend a huge sum of money to buy a coffin for you, and marry you to the underworld, than accept this great blessing!" "..."

The woman stopped talking and just lowered her head, looking as if she was ready to kill or chop him up.

The atmosphere in the mansion grew colder.

Tu Fei gradually lost his patience, and disappointment and anger flashed in his eyes.

After a moment, the woman still didn't look up.

Tu Fei said coldly: "So... you would rather marry a dead person than marry me?"

The woman hugged her knees tightly, neither looking up nor speaking.

In fact, that was her answer.

"it is good!"

Tu Fei got the answer, his face expressionless, he sneered, and reached out to hold a beam beside him.

boom!
A spider web suddenly appeared on the surface of the beam, which was about as thick as an adult man could hug. The next moment, the giant demon pulled it off the ground and transformed it into a spear, which it smashed down on the woman's head.

The force of this attack was so devastating that if it hit the target, even if the person had three lives, his soul would be torn to pieces.

But at the moment when the beams and columns crashed down.

Deng Baiyi seemed to hear a light voice coming from the mourning hall, and she even wondered if she had heard it wrongly.

The voice was young and pleasant, but also weak.

That's what the voice said.

"and many more--"

As if it had magic, the huge beams actually "waited for a while".

Deng Baiyi raised her head, staring at the wooden pillar hanging in front of her, just within reach, and the falling debris. After she came to her senses, she found that this was not a coincidence at all. A thin hand, paler than her skin color, lightly pressed on the end of the broken pillar.

"???"

Tu Fei's pupils contracted and his hair stood up. He looked into the depths of the mourning hall in disbelief. It was raining heavily tonight and the wind was even stronger. The candles in the mourning hall had been extinguished early. He had taken a quick glance and even used his soul power to scan the area, but he did not sense any breath of "living" creatures.

But now...what is happening?
Haunted!

The demon cultivator's intuition was transmitted into Tu Fei's heart. He looked into the depths of the darkness, but could only see a thin and pale hand... Silent fear spread in his heart.

Wait, fear?
Is the person opposite really a ghost?

What a joke, I am a demon, how can I be afraid of ghosts?!
Tu Fei shook his head suddenly, throwing all these messy thoughts behind him, and roared angrily: "Who are you?!"

There was only a sigh in the mourning hall.

The thin man in the darkness did not speak, as if the question he just asked was a very difficult one that would take a long time to think about...

While thinking, he stretched out his hand and gently pressed against the broken pillar, then subconsciously took a step forward.

"Crack!"

Tu Fei felt horrified, he felt like he was facing a ferocious beast!
As soon as they met, the ground where Tu Fei's feet were standing suddenly collapsed!
"Dengdengdeng!"

He put almost all his weight on it, but still couldn't stop retreating. After a few breaths, the big monster retreated several feet uncontrollably, leaving a long groove with its feet.

"Are you a human or a ghost?"

This roar, which was seven parts anger and three parts fear, echoed throughout the mansion.

At the same time, a bolt of lightning struck down, and the inside and outside of the mansion suddenly became as bright as day. A thin figure in the darkness took the last step to leave the mourning hall and stepped into a sunken puddle. The fragmented silhouette reflected a pale handsome face.

"I am probably... a human?"

The boy woke up from his memories of the past. He smiled apologetically and explained, "Well, I am the 'dead man' you just mentioned."

Did this kid hear all the conversation just now?

Tu Fei stared at the young man, who was not even as tall as his chest, with an uncertain expression.

What the hell is this human being?
He looks like he is only fifteen or sixteen years old, but he is as strong as a bull... Even the talented disciples from the big sects may not have such good muscle and bone strength at this age, right?
What Tu Fei couldn't understand the most was, which god would be so bored that he would lie in a coffin and pretend to be dead?
Taking a deep breath, Tu Fei decided to avoid the attack.

He put away his previous arrogance and said in a hoarse and polite voice: "My name is Tu Fei, and I am a disciple of Yinshan Chongwu. I wonder who you are and what your name is?"

The young man shook his head.

Tu Fei was stunned for a second.

What does shaking your head mean? No name? Or?
The young man sighed and said, "Yinshan, that's a big sect..."

A smile just appeared on Tu Fei's face, but it froze immediately.

next moment.

The boy's voice was chilling and cold: "What I hate most is Yinshan."

"???"

Tu Fei was stunned, his eyebrows felt itchy, and he felt uneasy. He subconsciously turned around and ran away.

But it's too late.

The next moment, something seemed to fly out from the dim mourning hall. He didn't have time to see it clearly, nor did he have the ability to see it clearly.

Hiss!

A sound that was even clearer than the previous sound of clothes tearing rang out in the courtyard!

Tu Fei's head was pierced instantly!
There was a bloody hole the size of a baby's fist between the eyebrows on the forehead.

"Where did the flying sword come from?"

The big monster looked dazed, but the remaining consciousness urged him to turn around slowly.

He took just one step and then fell to the ground with a bang.

In front of him, ten feet away, a three-foot peach wood sword was nailed into the banyan tree, making a clanging sound, with only the hilt remaining.

After a practitioner has mastered the art, he needs to expend a great deal of energy and effort before he can smelt and subdue an artifact that is his own.

The lifeblood of a sword cultivator is the flying sword.

But this peach wood sword... looks very ordinary, nothing special about it.

"I picked it up at the funeral hall."

The young man in plain clothes came to the banyan tree with a calm face, and casually pulled out the peach wood sword that had been deeply engraved in the wood. He squatted in front of the big monster and said softly: "But killing you is enough."

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