Chapter 477: Chapter 477

477: Chapter 472: It’s Cold, Add Clothes 477: Chapter 472: It’s Cold, Add Clothes Ying Xiu couldn’t utter a single word, kneeling on the ground, as if he saw his own light and pride completely extinguished.

His father had never said such words to him, and now, the words of Zhenren Canbao undeniably cast him into unbearable mire.

Yun Rong had never been one to offer comfort proactively, even now, when the man kneeling beside her like a drenched dog was her Young Master.

But considering her desire to live more leisurely and carefree days in the Tianxi Sword Sect in the future, she couldn’t help but patiently placate him with a few words, “Bitter medicine cures sickness, harsh advice proves true, our Grand Ancestor Master is only doing this for the Young Master’s sake, Young Master should accept the teaching with an open mind.”

Words of comfort like ‘this is for your own good’ truly leave one at a loss for words.

Baili An let out a rueful shake of his head, suddenly feeling a gentle tug on his sleeve.

He looked down to find the solemn-looking Zhenren Canbao, not knowing when he had appeared at his feet.

The little fellow, not yet as tall as his knee, with hands like small lotus roots, tugged at his sleeve and spoke earnestly, “You’re not bad, little kid, are you interested in learning the sword with me?”

Yun Rong’s eyes lit up, quite invigorated she said, “This child indeed has the talent to be molded, elder, you must cultivate him well, so that in the future, I can also properly engage in a discussion of our sect’s Sword Dao with him.”

Before Baili An could even object, the ground whisked up dust, and what followed was a myriad of Sword Qi, like snowflakes drifting through fog, elusive and untraceable, yet filled with majestic and unequaled Sword Intent everywhere.

It was an endless tenderness of Sword Intent, as soft as light snow in form, but the power it contained was comparable to the majesty of towering mountains, awe-inspiringly impressive.

Baili An’s hair brushed against his cheeks as his eyes widened, not having the chance to clearly observe the sword movement.

Before him, the vision blurred, and he saw that sword-crazed woman in front of him with her aura shattered, her sword formation collapsed, like being struck heavily by a massive flood cascading down from a mountain peak.

Without a word, she was sent flying backward like a shooting star, crashing into a pile of rocks with a thunderous sound, devoid of any signs of life.

Not only was Baili An stunned by this sudden turn of events, but the little solemn Zhenren was also so shocked by the terrifying power of that sword that his little hand trembled, turning pale.

Slowly, through the dust, a cold snort was heard.

The woman who called herself Heart Demon stood amidst the incessant light dust and Sword Qi, her wide-brimmed hat rising and falling in the strong wind, and beneath the shadows, a glimpse of her eyes cold as ice and snow could be seen.

Her pursed lips uttered cold words, and her pleasant voice, though chilling to the ear, said, “You wish to discuss swords?

You still dare to think about discussing swords with someone?”

Yun Rong was seriously injured, coughing up blood as if it cost nothing, her whole body’s aura in disarray, her ‘sword bone’ aching and ringing as if none of the bones in her body were her own anymore.

Yet the agitation in her eyes was difficult to quell.

cough cough, so this is my Heart Demon?” Yun Rong wiped the blood from her lips with her sleeve and chuckled lightly, “Why can’t I seek out people to discuss swords then?

Why are you so angry?”

Looking at her face, which laughed so carelessly, the ‘Heart Demon’ Yun Rong took a deep breath to barely calm her breath.

Ying Xiu was utterly bewildered, thinking what kind of Heart Demon is this, to be so defiant of the heavens.

Grand Ancestor Master Zhenren cleared his throat twice, not daring to ponder the origin of this Heart Demon, and said, “These ten Divine Servants have perished, I fear it will offend the Ancient God within the Divine Tree of Bronze, and this Divine Statue will also gradually lose its Divinity, the upcoming calamity of the Black Tide and the Netherworld Wolves’ descent upon the world, we humans will have to rely on ourselves.”

Those aware that they would soon lose the protection of the Holy Spirit, upon hearing this, couldn’t help but reveal a look of despair.

Baili An pondered for a moment, then suddenly pointed in a direction and asked, “Elder, is the Divine Tree of Bronze you mentioned in that direction?”

Zhenren Canbao was taken aback, “That’s correct.”

The Divine Tree of Bronze towered into the sky, and there were even legends saying that the top of this tree has crossed beyond their visible dome of the sky.

Such a magnificent and enormous Divine Tree of Bronze, logically, should be visible even from a great distance.

However, in reality, unless one enters the realm of the Divine Tree of Bronze, it is impossible to glimpse its form.

Yet this young man was able to point out the direction of the tree with precision.

Baili An looked up at the distant sky and said, “I want to go there and take a look.”

Zhenren Canbao frowned in disagreement, “You killed the Divine Servant, and now if you approach the Divine Tree of Bronze and the Ancient God inside captures your scent, do you think you can still return alive?”

Baili An gave him a deep bow and said, “I hope the elder can shelter my companions for a few more days.”

Seeing his determination, Zhenren Canbao did not speak further.

“I’ll be back soon,” Baili An said, looking at the “Heart Demon.”

Beneath the hood, bright eyes watched him, slightly startled.

An offhand comment with no special meaning, yet it carried a hint of familiarity, just like in the past on Bai Tuo Mountain, when he would warmly say goodbye before leaving home.

Somehow, it stirred within her a long-suppressed warmth and emotion that was hard to contain.

As she rolled those five words around in her mind, she suddenly felt as if soft, gentle spines were teasing open the most tender part inside her, flooding out in a blur of red and flesh.

It was then that her perfectly controlled emotions finally cracked.

She looked at him with deep, eyes, impulsively and softly said, “A great chill is coming, and the road is unforeseen, when cold infiltrates the sleeves, your clothes are too thin…

As her words trailed off, it was as if she had used up all her courage and slowly fell silent.

The regrets of her previous life, how could she so selfishly weigh them upon him?

He could no longer be her husband.

Baili An was puzzled by what she meant, “Should what?”

She bit her lip, and ultimately, her reluctance overpowered her reason, and she produced a cloak taken from a World Treasure, “It’s cold, remember to dress warmly.”

Baili An was taken aback, thinking to himself that he was a corpse demon, immune to heat and cold, tasteless to all flavors; did she not know this?

Yun Rong also froze, seeing his reaction, she immediately realized, and a bit embarrassedly, she took two steps back, the winter garment in her hand suddenly feeling incredibly heavy.

It was in this moment, she fully acknowledged that neither herself nor the garment had any place in this world.

Just when she was about to hide the soft and thick winter garment behind her, the weight in her palm lightened abruptly.

The cloak brushed past her fingertips and twirled beautifully.

The young man before her was now snugly wrapped in the cyan cloak; he looked down at the trailing fringes, thinking to himself that the cloak seemed too large, but the stitches were tight and meticulous, with careful embroidery.

Although the embroidered flowers were not particularly exquisite or attractive, one could tell that the woman who made this winter cloak had put a lot of thought into it.

He lifted his eyes and said to her, “Thank you.”

Even though he couldn’t feel any warmth, it was indeed very soft and comfortable.