I made the entire cultivation world cry

Chapter 558 A Song for You (Bonus Chapter for Cumulative Donations)

Xiao Wujiu was deeply moved by what he saw. As if he had learned it on his own, he tossed his long sword into the air and even imitated the manner of those charlatan Taoists, pointing his fingers in a pretentious manner.

"rise!"

The sword shone brightly and expanded dramatically, hovering steadily in front of him. Xiao Wujiu leaped onto the broad blade, staggering a couple of times before regaining his footing.

"Silly goose, you come up here too!"

Xiao Wujiu scooped up Bai Yu and placed him at his feet, then wrapped his legs around Bai Yu's neck.

The sword's cry, like a dragon's roar, pierced the tranquility of the courtyard in an instant, soaring straight into the sky!
A strong wind blew in, causing Xiao Wujiu's robes to flutter and his long hair to dance wildly.

The mountains and land beneath our feet are rapidly shrinking and receding, the familiar spring village has become a few chess pieces on a chessboard, and the winding stream has turned into silver threads.

An unprecedentedly vast view came into view, with the boundless sky overhead, seemingly within reach.

"happy!!"

quack!

With a surge of heroic spirit, Xiao Wujiu's sword and mind became one, instantly transforming into a dazzling silver meteor that chased closely after the azure rainbow, roaring as it rushed into the blood-red sky.

He traversed the surging sea of ​​clouds on his sword, sometimes turning nimbly like a fish, sometimes swooping down like a falcon, feeling the wind whistling in his ears and the clouds flowing around him.

Bai Yu flapped her wings at his feet and excitedly quacked, her life as a goose was complete.

"Hahaha! How delightful!!"

Xiao Wujiu laughed loudly in the clouds, his laughter filled with the ecstatic joy of breaking free from constraints and his admiration for the magnificent world.

Xiao Wujiu suddenly straightened his spine and roared to the sky.

"Screw fate—"

quack--

The sharp edge of the sword concealed its gleam, and the flowing light gradually faded.

Jiang Yi led Xiao Wujiu and the squeaking Bai Yu to a solitary peak.

The sea of ​​clouds lay prostrate at their feet, and the distant mountains held the fading sun, its golden-red afterglow spilling onto the jagged rocks and the two people and the goose.

Jiang Yi pulled a green gourd from thin air, removed the stopper, and the rich aroma of wine immediately wafted out. She handed the gourd to Xiao Wujiu.

"Go, drunkenly slay the setting sun, learn from your ancestors and split mountains with a single sword, and become a carefree sword immortal."

Xiao Wujiu took the gourd of wine, tilted his head back and drank it down. The wine flowed down his neck and soaked his clothes, but he didn't care. The spiciness and heroic spirit surged in his chest. He casually threw the empty gourd aside, wiped the wine stains from his mouth, and walked to the edge of the cliff.

Without hesitation or preparation, he channeled all the resentment and longing that had been building up in his heart for thirty years, which he had swallowed, digested, and accepted, into the longsword in his hand.

A sword hidden in its edge!
Zheng!
A sword whistle rang out, but no earth-shattering light erupted; only silver light merged into the twilight.

In the distance, the majestic mountain ridge is neatly divided in two by the last rays of the setting sun!
A huge gap appeared, and the scene of the mountain rocks collapsing became blurred from a distance, with only the scar that ran through the mountain clearly visible.

The setting sun sank completely into the cracks in the distant mountains, swallowing up even the last trace of golden-red light.

The world suddenly darkened, leaving only the cool moonlight and countless stars, quietly illuminating the night sky.

The mountain wind howled, its mournful echo resounding.

Xiao Wujiu stood there quietly, looking at his masterpiece.

“No wonder…” he murmured, “No wonder everyone wants to be a sword immortal, splitting mountains and cutting off rivers with a wave of their hand… It’s really exhilarating.”

He looked down at the flying sword he had just ridden, then looked up at the boundless starry sky.

"But this power came too easily, it just feels... meaningless."

Xiao Wujiu showed no hesitation and casually tossed the sword off the cliff.

The sword light vanished into the darkness, without a sound.

He turned around, a lazy yet vibrant smile returning to his face. "Growing radishes is still the most fun."

Upon hearing this, Jiang Yi smirked, "You can have as many radishes as you want, just by looking. With the help of Qingmu, they'll mature in an instant."

Xiao Wujiu immediately shook his head, "That's different. It's not like you plant the seeds one by one yourself and watch them sprout from the soil. It's not like you weed, water, catch insects, and wait for the frost... It just doesn't taste the same when you eat it." He patted the non-existent soil off his hands, "The sweetness of radishes comes from the warmth of the sun on your back, the fishy smell of the mud between your fingers, and that sense of anticipation."

Their eyes met in mid-air, needing no further words.

Jiang Yi's eyes showed understanding, while Xiao Wujiu's eyes showed composure.

They all understood that the so-called 'flavor' did not lie in the strength of the power or the abundance of the result, but in the process of 'living' itself, the authenticity of participating personally and experiencing it with heart.

A dream is just a dream; it's fake and can never become real. It's nothing more than a futile consolation.

Jiang Yi understood this early on, so even though she was omnipotent in her dreams, she never indulged in them.

Xiao Wujiu sat down on the ground again, holding Bai Yu in his arms, feeling even more at ease and content than when he was holding the sword that gave him power.

"Alright, senior," Xiao Wujiu looked at Jiang Yi with a serious expression, "You went to great lengths to find me in my dream and then let me fulfill my dream of becoming a sword immortal by flying a sword and splitting mountains. You couldn't have just done this to amuse me, could you? Tell me, what is it all about? I'm very happy today. No matter what it is, as long as it's something that I, Xiao Wujiu, this lingering image in my dream, can do, I will do my utmost!"

Jiang Yi said no more and took the Qinghui Qin and the Qianlin Sword into her dream.

“This is the zither from your ancestral gourd, something from your Xiao family ancestor.”

Xiao Wujiu's voice changed in shock, "You even know about that damned guy in my family? I revealed all my family's secrets to you before I died?"

Jiang Yi smiled and nodded, "The only thing you carry with you is your zither."

Xiao Wujiu's expression was strange. "To be honest, I really can't bear to part with my zither. As for the broken gourd, I don't really know what happened to it. My father told me to give it away before I die, or else to find some remote mountain to throw it away..."

Jiang Yi didn't explain further. She handed the Qinghuiqin to Xiao Wujiu, picked up the Qianlin Sword, and stood up.

"Next, I will demonstrate a set of sword moves. If possible, I hope you can compose the meaning of the sword into music."

Xiao Wujiu nodded with a hint of confusion, and Jiang Yi rose into the air, dancing with her sword under the stars.

Sword draws starlight, steps tread the heavens.

The vast and majestic star power was drawn by the sword technique, forming a visible vortex of starlight around her.

Moonlight, starlight, and sword energy intertwined, sometimes as agile as a green dragon wagging its tail, sometimes as ferocious as a white tiger carrying a corpse, sometimes as intense as a vermilion bird burning the sky, and sometimes as somber as a black tortoise carrying a mountain...

Xiao Wujiu sat on the ground holding the Qinghuiqin. He was a person who understood both the qin and swordsmanship. At this moment, his mind was completely attracted by the sword intent surrounding Jiang Yi.

His fingers hovered unconsciously over the strings of the Qinghui Qin, not looking at the instrument, but focusing intently on Jiang Yi's every movement, feeling the true meaning contained in each sword intent.

Grand, solemn, exorcising evil, protecting...

Whenever Jiang Yi's swordplay shifted and a certain artistic conception reached its peak, Xiao Wujiu's fingers would naturally pluck the strings of the zither.

Several notes, still out of tune, were precisely embedded in the gaps between the sword moves, like the echoes stirred up after the sword light fell, perfectly matching the chilling sword intent and dazzling starlight that filled the world at that moment.

After completing a set of thirty-six moves of the Heavenly Gang Subduing Demon Sword Dance, Jiang Yi sheathed his sword and stood still, his breathing as steady as ever.

Xiao Wujiu slowly withdrew his hand from the strings, closed his eyes, and savored the moment.

Jiang Yi sat down next to him, and only the sound of the wind and the occasional soft rustling of white feathers remained on the mountaintop.

A moment later, Xiao Wujiu opened his eyes and smiled at Jiang Yi.

"Senior came to my dream to make up for my shortcomings, and I, Xiao Wujiu, have nothing to repay you with... so I offer you this song!"

As the ten fingers touched the strings, the music suddenly began!
As the strings vibrated, they seemed to draw out the starlight of the night sky, which fell in strands and entwined around the instrument and Xiao Wujiu's fingertips.

Immediately afterwards, the melody suddenly became rapid and powerful, like a greedy wolf breaking through the sky, the sound of the zither transforming into invisible sword energy, resounding loudly across the land.

He perfectly replicated and amplified the true essence of the Heavenly Dipper Subduing Demon Sword's sword intent with the sound of his zither, evoking the chilling aura of the Southern Dipper, the majesty of the Four Symbols, the entanglement of Yin and Yang, and the rotation of the heavens...

The magnificent artistic conception of the Thirty-Six Forms of the Heavenly Gang Subduing Demon Sword is fully incorporated into this piece of music, interpreting the true meaning of the sword through the art of the zither!
The music of the zither stirred the starlight, and the entire mountaintop seemed to transform into a small universe center, with flowing starlight and howling winds. A phantom image of the Big Dipper sword formation, faintly outlined by starlight, slowly rotated above Xiao Wujiu's head, as if it were about to fall and slay the demon at any moment!

As the music ended, the grand aftertaste, as if the world had been reshaped, slowly dissipated into the starlight and moonlight, and the huge phantom of the starlight sword array also gradually disappeared.

Xiao Wujiu gently pressed the strings with both hands, stopping the lingering sound. A fine layer of sweat appeared on his forehead, and his face was a little pale, but he looked at Jiang Yi with a hearty smile on his face.

"Senior, let this song be the last sound I, Xiao Wujiu, leave for you and for this world. Now that the song is over, I bid you farewell. You should wake up now."

　See you tomorrow~
　　
　
(End of this chapter)