Walnut used me to boost her sales performance.

She murmured something under her breath.

"Such keen perception..."

With the matter of the rich man settled, she now had the time to investigate Jiang Bai's background.

......

As evening fell, Jiang Bai, who had spent the day with Hu Tao strolling around Liyue Harbor, finally returned to the Hall of Rebirth.

Jiang Bai felt his legs were extremely sore and weak. Even though he was just shopping in Liyue Harbor with Hu Tao, he felt more tired than if he had walked all day in the mountains.

Looking at the walnuts again, they were completely unharmed.

Jiang Bai leaned weakly against the wall. "Master, I'm going back to rest now..."

Hu Tao wasn't planning on letting him rest so early. "Do you remember the sword we found at Guyun Pavilion last time?"

"I remember, what's wrong?"

Jiang Bai didn't react for a moment, then suddenly it occurred to him, "Could it be that the Hall Master is going to give me some Mora?"

Thinking about the money that greatsword could fetch, Jiang Bai's eyes turned into the shape of Mora.

Hu Tao slapped him on the head. "What are you thinking about! Is Mora all you can think about?!"

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It's precisely because we don't have it that we want it.

If he were rolling in money, why would he be thinking about Mora every day...?

Hu Tao was too lazy to explain to him, so she waved her hand and walked ahead, saying, "Come with me!"

Jiang Bai followed Hu Tao into the ancestral hall with a curious expression.

Upon entering the ancestral hall, the first thing you see are the neatly arranged memorial tablets.

Hu Tao respectfully lit an incense stick, and Jiang Bai followed suit by bowing three times.

Then, guided by Hu Tao, he turned his gaze to the greatsword on the shelf.

"Is this the sword we found that day?" Jiang Bai asked, puzzled, upon seeing the brand-new sword.

How come he remembers that the sword didn't look like this that day...?

"Yes, I had the blacksmith repair it."

"I see." Jiang Bai understood, but he was still a little confused.

"Could this sword be the weapon of one of the ancestors of the Hall of Rebirth?"

Otherwise, why would it be placed in the ancestral hall?

Hu Tao didn't hide anything from him and explained directly, "There is a ghost inside this sword."

"Ghost Soul?"

Although he had been in the Hall of Rebirth for some time, this was Jiang Bai's first encounter with ghosts.

Although it is known that people have souls after death, very few souls linger in the human world, and Jiang Bai has not seen a single one yet.

So he was genuinely curious about what kind of ghost it was and why it hadn't been reborn.

Hu Tao made a hand seal, and the spirit on the greatsword slowly emerged.

The ghost was still very illusory, but it had awakened and regained consciousness.

"Where...is this...?"

The figure looked around at its surroundings, its eyes filled with confusion.

His memory was still stuck in the moment before he died.

"Am I not dead?" he muttered to himself.

"You are indeed dead. It's just that by some twist of fate your soul has possessed this sword."

Hu Tao directly pointed out the fact that he was already dead.

"sword?"

The ghost looked down.

really.

His own figure was ethereal, and below him was his [Flying Great Imperial Sword].

Chapter 89 Dying Without Regret

He can no longer remember many things.

All he remembered was his longing to fly, and his first attempt at flying on a sword amidst the towering clouds.

He leaped down from the top of Jueyun Mountain, ignoring the howling wind in his ears, and rode his sword through the clouds.

In that instant, he felt as if he were a bird soaring in the sky.

However, very soon, the sound of breaking traveled through his bones and muscles into his brain.

He failed, but he miraculously survived.

Earthly creatures always dream of conquering the sky, even if it means being shattered to pieces.

He sold his sword, bought wound medicine, and after years of preparation, bought a wider and larger sword.

This time he came to Lonely Cloud Pavilion.

However, the result was the same.

The wind howled in my ears, and the sky was covered with dark clouds.

He rode on his greatsword, soaring through the gale, but this time the outcome was far more tragic.

The gale did not lift his body; he fell from the air, the greatsword beneath his feet plummeting straight down and embedding itself in the ground of Lonely Cloud Pavilion.

Perhaps it was his unwillingness to accept death, or perhaps it was his obsession with flight, but his soul did not go to the border, but instead attached itself to this greatsword.

He didn't know what he was waiting for.

Perhaps it's a yearning for flight, or perhaps it's an obsession with the sky.

He longs for the day when he can truly fly in the sky.

In this way, I can die without regret.

"I don't remember my name anymore, I only know that people call me Young Master Yujian..."

After hearing his story, Hu Tao and Jiang Bai both fell silent.

Can humans fly?

Ask anyone now, and they'll answer your question without hesitation.

can!

But in ancient times, how difficult was it to realize the dream of flying?

Who can say that the Sword Master's efforts were in vain?

Many things that seem ordinary now were actually things that people in ancient times tried one by one.

Only by trying can we achieve results, learn from experience, and continuously improve.

It is precisely because of this yearning for the sky that people today are able to fly freely on wings of wind.

"...Where is this? What time is it now?" the Sword-wielding Prince asked the two.

"This is the Hall of Rebirth, and it is now a thousand years later."

"...Has a thousand years already passed...?" The Sword Master looked wistful.

He looked up at the sky through the doors and windows.

It was dusk, and birds were flapping their wings, with egrets soaring overhead.

"A thousand years later... have humans conquered the skies...?"

Hu Tao also looked out the window at the birds, her expression unusually solemn, her eyes gentle yet full of light.

"Now humans have wings, and no longer have to just look up at the sky like before..."

"Very good..."

Upon hearing this, the Sword Master's brows relaxed, and a smile appeared on his illusory figure.

"I'd like to experience the feeling of flying before I leave. I wonder if you two could help me?"

Hu Tao and Jiang Bai could not possibly refuse this senior's last wish.

Their funeral hall is for this very purpose.

That night, Jiang Bai, carrying the Flying Great Sword, climbed Mount Tianheng with Hu Tao.

Mount Tianheng is located northwest of Liyue Harbor, and from its summit, one can clearly see the entire city of Liyue.

The figure of the Sword Master slowly emerged, looking down at the brightly lit Liyue Harbor with deep emotion.

"Liyue is getting better and better..."

Back then, Liyue wasn't like this at all; it was far less prosperous than it is now.

Looking back now, it truly feels like a lifetime ago.

"With the Emperor's care, Liyue will naturally get better and better."

"Indeed," the Sword-Wielding Young Master chuckled.

Awakening after a thousand years, the one he cares about least is Liyue.

As long as the Emperor is here, Liyue will always be Liyue.

This was Jiang Bai's first time visiting the summit of Tianheng Mountain, and he activated several anchor points along the way.

Today he activated two ley line anchor points in Liyue Harbor and even got his flight license.

You can just teleport here whenever you want in the future.

However, Liyue Harbor is crowded, so if you want to use the anchor point, you still have to avoid people on a dark and windy night.

The two stood atop Mount Tianheng, appearing like two tiny ants under the moonlight.

Walnut stretched out her arms, feeling the oncoming gale, and let out a howl towards Liyue Harbor below.

"Get ready, we're about to take off!"

"Alright!" Jiang Bai also spread his wings.

The sword-wielding young master, attached to the sword, was extremely excited.

How could he not be excited that his thousand-year-old wish could be fulfilled?

He couldn't help but let out a long howl to express his excited emotions.

Hu Tao took off first, and Jiang Bai, carrying his sword, spread his wings and leaped downwards. The wind lifted his body, and he was like a bird, soaring in the silent night sky.

The Sword-Wielding Prince spread his arms, closed his eyes, and felt the howling wind beside his ears, savoring the sensation of flying.

He had been looking forward to this for over a thousand years.

Now, it has finally come true.

A smile appeared on his lips as he maintained his posture of embracing the sky, his figure slowly dissipating.

"Thank you, both of you."

His last words reached their ears on the wind.

Jiang Bai looked at the full moon in the sky and sighed softly.

It should be a happy occasion, so why did he feel a little melancholy?

Seeing Jiang Bai's melancholy, Hu Tao's words reached his ears.

"Separation by death is a natural part of life. He has simply gone to where he was meant to go. Now that he has joined the Hall of Rebirth, he should get used to these things as soon as possible."

Her expression was calm; she had clearly experienced this countless times before.