IS Chapter 114

Chapter 114

Finally, Ye Zhuo found a gap and broke free from Li Yuan’s restraint.

Li Yuan saw the man glaring at him. His eyes were shimmering, with a faint redness at the corners.

Kissed until his breathing was rapid, and looking at people with such anger made his features even more vivid. Li Yuan looked at him and wanted to kiss the corners of his eyes again.

Ye Zhuo turned his head away, and Li Yuan bit his fair neck. The man was in his arms, like a handful of rich, beautiful smoky clouds. Li Yuan really wanted to return to his original form and wrap himself around him, as tightly as he wanted. That way, he couldn’t be pushed away.

“Dragon Li Yuan,” Ye Zhuo grabbed his shoulders and pushed him away, breathlessly gasping, “You better not release Dragon Scent Guide.”

His tone was utterly wary.

In broad daylight, what kind of person did he take him for, saying such things? Li Yuan completely ignored him, holding the man’s waist and continuing to kiss him. Ye Zhuo didn’t like being touched there, but he insisted on touching him, his fingers tracing that graceful waistline through the embroidered sash. How could this man be so perfect everywhere?

Later, the man really got annoyed with the kissing.

Just as Ye Zhuo’s fingers seemed to really want to reach for his sword, Li Yuan released a little pressure and was reluctantly pushed away. He reached out to tidy Ye Zhuo’s collar, the man’s clothes all disheveled somehow.

Ye Zhuo directly closed his eyes to regulate his breathing.

Li Yuan used his fingers to smooth his long hair, strand by strand. The ink-black hair was as smooth and beautiful as flowing water, and it straightened out with a gentle touch of his fingers.

After finishing his breathing regulation, Ye Zhuo stood up straight.

The Heart Devil showed no sign of activity, and the surroundings were still in the deep of night. The water in the Heart Lake still lapped against the shore. Waiting like this, who knew how long it would take.

He looked at the vast expanse of heaven and earth around him, pondering where the Heart Devil’s weakness might be.

“Wait!” Li Yuan tried hard to think, recalling a certain bloodline secret art from the depths of his memory, which might allow him to communicate with the Heart Devil.

As fellow ancient divine beasts, the Heart Devil should give him this much respect.

Ye Zhuo temporarily put his sword aside. They arranged things slightly according to the records of that secret art and activated it. Li Yuan’s consciousness sank into the void.

The Heart Lake water rippled unusually. Ye Zhuo heard a strange sound, as if the Heart Devil was murmuring a response to Li Yuan, but the tone was particularly fierce.

— Immediately, a giant wave crashed from the Heart Lake, and Li Yuan suddenly opened his eyes, his consciousness returning to his body.

He looked like he had been beaten.

“How are you?” Ye Zhuo asked.

“I asked it, what is senior doing?” Li Yuan said, “It said it was busy and told me to get lost.”

Ye Zhuo: “And then?”

“Then, I was bounced out.”

Ye Zhuo frowned: “…What was its tone like?”

“It was crying quite hard.”

“…”

“For the time being, senior shouldn’t be coming out,” Li Yuan said, “I’ll ask again.”

This time, all he received was a roar: “Get lost!”

The strength of that thought was so great that even Ye Zhuo vaguely felt the single word it wanted to say.

Further communication was like a stone sinking into the sea, without any news.

“According to bloodline sensing, it seems to be an old ancestor with tens of thousands of years of cultivation within the Heart Devil clan,” Li Yuan said, “Ye Zhuo, acting rashly is not advisable. How the ghost realm attracted this kind of ancient beast is another matter.”

Due to their nature, Heart Devils really didn’t like enjoying their twilight years in the clan and might appear in various places.

“Then get lost,” Ye Zhuo replied calmly.

Li Yuan earnestly inquired: “Get lost to where?”

He thought that even if they got lost, they had nowhere to go. Wei Sheng Xian, Shen Jingzhen, and the Ghost Emperor were all in the “Listening Heart Town” in another heart chamber, while this place was “Observing Heart Town.” If the Heart Devil didn’t open the passage, they couldn’t even go back to find them.

Not wanting to talk to this dragon at all, Ye Zhuo drew No Self Sword with a resounding sound: “Get lost and compare swords!”

“Compare, compare. I knew you’d want to fight as soon as you caught your breath.” Li Yuan pinched the blade with two fingers, pushing it away from his chest, “Then let’s see if Palace Master Ye’s understanding of swordsmanship has improved after a trip to the Heart Devil’s illusion.”

“My swordsmanship has naturally improved,” Ye Zhuo said, “But it seems that you, sir, have been neglecting your cultivation for many days.”

“Who said that? I observe the affairs of your human world and have many insights. How can you say I’m neglecting my cultivation?” Li Yuan smiled and pressed his sword, “Please enlighten me.”

He drew his sword, the bone sword shining coldly in the night. Ye Zhuo slowly looked over the sword and the sword’s name, and then back at Li Yuan.

Then he slashed out with his sword.

This sword was like ice and snow on a high mountain, clear and bright from top to bottom.

Li Yuan had never seen this move before.

Under the sword’s edge, as if a cold wind was lifting Li Yuan’s clothes, he looked at Ye Zhuo’s eyes, eyes of wind, snow, frost, and cold.

Thus, he knew that this was the swordsmanship of the Illusion Sword Manor. These swords had been buried in the snow and hadn’t been used for twenty years.

— The Cloud Ablution of the Illusion Sword Manor was standing before him at this moment.

Unfortunately, Li Yuan didn’t have any forgotten sword moves, nor any swords he had ever learned. From beginning to end, he had always practiced his own sword. He was wondering what to use to counter such a sword.

In an instant, the sword was like autumn water. Li Yuan’s sword technique turned with a startled flash and slashed towards Ye Zhuo!

This sword was resolute, advancing without hesitation.

Ye Zhuo caught the move, a half-smile on his face.

A long worm imitating humans, how interesting. This was Ye Zhuo’s own sword move.

In a blink of an eye, he unleashed several more swords in succession. The swords clashed together with a series of resounding echoes, the sounds of fighting resounded non-stop. The exchange was extremely fast, leaving no room for maneuvering. In the air, almost only afterimages of the long swords could be seen. In the blink of an eye, hundreds or thousands of moves had been exchanged.

Sword moves were finite. Ye Zhuo would exert his full strength in a sword fight, and soon he no longer used only the swordsmanship of the Illusion Sword Manor—in fact, no matter what he used, it would ultimately become his own sword.

Ye Zhuo’s sword and Li Yuan’s own sword were truly different paths leading to different destinations. Even if Li Yuan could use nine-tenths of it, there was still one-tenth that was only given to Ye Zhuo by fate. As they fought, he also switched to his own sword.

Neither of them used any other secret arts, nor did they set up any confusing or deceptive moves. It was entirely a true test of skill with their swords. Each of the two swords contained dragon roars, and they were locked in an intense struggle, evenly matched.

But the sword light was scattered, like drifting wind, like sudden snow.

Today’s sword fight was unlike the usual. Within the swords, many things came rushing forward. A wind swept up all the joys and sorrows of the world and buried them in the snow in the end. But one day, another wind would blow, revealing everything to the world.

“Ye Zhuo,” Li Yuan’s mental transmission resounded in Ye Zhuo’s sea of consciousness, “Your heart is in chaos.”

Ye Zhuo looked at him: “And where are you any better?”

Indeed, where was he any better?

What was in the sword, others didn’t know, and sometimes even oneself didn’t know. But the person who faced the sword knew best.

The person who wielded the sword must have nothing in his heart. Any feelings of hatred and love would disturb the heart of a sword, and if the heart rippled, the sword would also be chaotic. Therefore, sword cultivators always loved to cultivate the path of emotionlessness.

But what if the heart had waves? It wasn’t a life-and-death struggle anyway. If nothing else could be had except for that single tear, then let the sword say everything that couldn’t be spoken.

It just so happened that he wasn’t any better either.

It just so happened that he could withstand it.

Thus, one sword after another, without reservation.

The sword’s edge seemed to be getting sharper and sharper. At the same time, the fight became more and more chaotic and disorganized. If other sword cultivators saw it, they would wonder what these two were doing.

— But anyway, no one saw it.

The sword lights intertwined. Li Yuan once again brushed past that red figure. His sword’s edge slid across the Reverse Scale Sword’s edge. A particularly strange feeling arose. In his hand was his own Life-Bound Sword, but the opponent’s sword could also sense his mind.

Someday, he would also let Ye Zhuo try with the Do Not Long For Sword.

Finally, when the chaos became utterly unsustainable, Li Yuan grabbed Ye Zhuo’s wrist and pulled him into his arms, dragging him down together.

Li Yuan’s own aura was also chaotic. His breathing was a little fast, and he asked Ye Zhuo: “How do you feel?”

His breath was right by his ear. Ye Zhuo said: “Extremely boring.”

Li Yuan laughed.

“A calm heart has the sword of a calm heart, and a chaotic heart has the sword of a chaotic heart,” he said, “This can also be considered broadening your horizons in the way of the sword.”

He didn’t need such broadening of horizons. Ye Zhuo walked past him.

“So,” Ye Zhuo heard Li Yuan’s voice behind him, “You’re not cultivating the path of emotionlessness, are you?”