Legend of the Great Sage (Chapter 201-Chapter 300)

Wu Gen immediately seemed like he was about to explode. Qian Rongzhi pulled Fang Enshang away in a hurry and tried to persuade him. “Sir, please calm down. We still managed to destroy a branch of the evil White Lotus cult, the Truth-seeking society. After suffering this loss, Qiu Ruiliu will probably be too afraid to show himself again for a very long time. After all, even commander Gu failed to find the White Lotus Mother.”


Wu Gen’s anger subsided slightly under the persuasions of a beauty and the fact that he was being compared to Gu Yanying. He glared viciously at Fang Enshang, and just when he was about to say something, a lazy voice rang out from upstairs.



“Oi, it’s not a good idea to talk about your superiors behind their backs.”

Wu Gen suddenly turned his head. “Who is it? To eavesdrop on us, you really are out of your… Commander Hua!”

Hua Chengzan leaned against the railing on the second floor and smiled. “Sir Wu, I see your temper has improved! So who’s out of their minds?”

Wu Gen was pained. “I’m out of my mind, okay? What brings you here?”

Hua Chengzan said, “You just let a criminal escape, that’s all. There’s no need to be like this. With the breadth of the net of justice, it’s loose, but it never lets anyone slip through and get away. Won’t you have an opportunity in the future? It’s just like what Rongzhi said. Even boss Gu failed to kill the White Lotus Mother.” He shifted his gaze and looked at Qian Rongzhi.

“I was just speaking carelessly. I hope you can forgive me, commander. Though, I never thought the commander would actually remember my name.” Qian Rongzhi bowed courteously. She did not try to tease or flatter him at all. Although she had only seen him once before, this commander Hua gave her a very deep impression. The conclusion she reached about him was that he was difficult to make use of.

She personally believed her beauty and arts of charm were nowhere near as great as the master of the Sect of Clouds and Rain. And, even the sect master seemed to struggle to gain complete control over this person. And, if she tried throwing herself at him now, it would only make him look down on her.

Hua Chengzan smiled. “I always remember the names of beauties. Oh right, did you find that person who joined the Hawkwolf Guard with you, Li Qingshan?”

Qian Rongzhi said, “Commander, although I joined the Hawkwolf Guard at the same time as Li Qingshan, we’re not close with one another. I haven’t heard from him in such a long time, so he may have died underground already.”

“Really? I have a feeling that I’ll still be able to see him.” Hua Chengzan waved his hand and casually tossed down a painting scroll, which unfurled in the air. It depicted a man in simple clothes.

The painter had exceptional skill. The man seemed to be very young, only around twenty years of age, but he gave off a bleak presence. His skinny figure held up the large, wide clothing, which made him seem a little like he was just skin and bones.

“This is your new mission. Remember this person. Once he appears near the Green Vine mountain, contact me immediately! Remember, don’t touch him!”

With Wu Gen at the lead, the Hawkwolf guards answered loudly, “Yes, sir!”

……

Clang~

Yu Zijian paced around by herself in her courtyard. Suddenly, the sword on her waist thrummed gently. She stopped in surprise and drew the sword. The blade of the sword was clear like water in autumn, clearly reflecting her confused face.

She checked the sword several times, but she was still confused by what was going on. In the end, she could only sheath the sword.

Clang~

She leapt in fright and took a step back, drawing out the sword again and checking it several times.

The scattered sunlight landed on the sword, reflecting brilliant streaks of light. However, the sword was as still as water, without producing any noise or disturbance at all.





Chapter 241: Before the Ceremony (Three) | Legend of the Great Sage




She placed the sword on the marble table in the courtyard. The westward sun turned the sea of clouds into a blazing ocean, which reflected on the long blade. It suddenly added a glorious splash of colour to the ordinary sword.

Yu Zijian squinted her eyes and crouched by the table, staring straight at the sword.

The sword laid there quietly, without moving at all.

Clang~

Yu Zijian suddenly stood up. The sound clearly seemed to originate by her ear, but it also seemed to come from the bottom of her heart. She stood up and opened the door, stepping onto the small path covered in verdant grass.

She was in a daze, as if she was in a dream. She was unable to control herself, as if something was calling for her in her heart.

The small path twisted a few times before suddenly opening up. Presented before her were a series of dilapidated walls, like the ruins of an ancient city.

The stone pillars that once held up the hall laid in the wild grass. The hall had already collapsed, while the statues had been weathered to a point where they were disfigured. However, she could still vaguely see their former glory.

Since when was there a place like this on the Green Vine mountain?

A question flashed through Yu Zijian’s head, which vanished in a split second.

The setting sun added a splash of bright red to these ruins. No matter how unsophisticated or vulgar a person could be, they would still sigh involuntarily and in emotion at this sight.

As she strolled through these ruins that had almost been swallowed by the green grass, she felt like she had returned home, like she was an exiled princess and this was her home country.

After passing the white stone path covered in vines, she suddenly stopped.

A tiny pond sat in the embrace of verdant trees. The setting sunlight from the west reflected in the water, dyeing it in a beautiful colour.

A man in green robes sat on a round rock by the pond with his legs crossed. His young, thin face was stubbly, like he was sighing. He gave off agedness and weariness that only seemed to appear on old people who had seen and understood everything the world had to offer. He was like a lone king sitting on his collapsed throne, reminiscing his former glory and lamenting over the state of his current empire.

He was fishing, but he did not use a fishing pole. He used a sword. He held the hilt with both hands as a thread dangled straight down from the end of the sheathe into the mirror-like pond.

Yu Zijian’s eyes were not set on this sight, or this person, but the sword. She seemed to be drawn in for no reason. She was confident that the graceful thrum from earlier originated from this sword.

“Have you seen this sword before?” The man in green turned around and looked at her in some surprise.

As if Yu Zijian had suddenly jerked awake from her dream, she looked around and almost tried to ask how she had ended up here. She was in a daze. “I haven’t. You’re not a disciple of the Green Vine mountain, are you?”

At a closer glance, while he did wear green, it differed greatly from the uniform of the Green Vine mountain. It seemed extremely worn-out, just like the sword in his hand.

The man in green said, “I’m not. Are you?”

Yu Zijian said, “I’m not either. You must be a guest invited to the mountain. You’re not allowed to fish on the mountain!”

“Since you’re not a disciple of the Green Vine mountain, why do you care?”

“I… Forget it. Fish. I’m going back. I’m not going to disturb your fishing.” It was slightly inappropriate for a man and woman to be alone here. However, her gaze remained fixed on the sword. The familiar feeling was just like when she first met Niu Juxia.



The man in green said, “Do you want to take a look?”

“Can I?” Before Yu Zijian had even finished talking, the sword landed in her hands. It was weighty, and the thread automatically retreated into the sheath.

The sheath was an inky green, due to a combination of its original colour and the marks left behind with time. The material seemed like jade, yet also like wood. There was a fine image engraved on there, like the silhouette of a city, but it was incomplete and damaged.

“What is this sword called?”

“Green Ruins.”