Login with GoogleChapter 138: Envious
Tengu Falls is a secret sword skill that Bai Wei developed through his own practice.
In that life, he often interacted with the Tengus in the mountains and forests. They had many clashes and disagreements.
Naturally, they ended up having a fight.
Facing a Tengu that was even more agile and swift than a swallow, Bai Wei had to push his sword speed to the limit. He practiced until he could unleash sword light and shadows that even the Tengu in the mountains and forests couldn't dodge. The technique was not complicated at all, and the principles were simple, all about speed.
Faster than a single breath from the opponent, Bai Wei's sword always managed to strike first, even though it was unleashed a little later.
The downward strike from a high position also carried hints of the Satsuma Shishiyanari style. There was no point in trying to defend against it, as it was simply unstoppable.
Even though Yamaoni Doji tried his best to defend himself, his horns on top of his head and his right hand were forcibly cut off, with blood splattering everywhere.
This time, the scream was even louder than before.
Perhaps, before becoming a demon, he had not shed much blood or endured many wounds.
Bai Wei didn't pay any attention and decided to go straight in for a follow-up attack.
But just then, he heard Yamaoni snap his fingers.
"Kill them!"
Them?
Bai Wei immediately realized that the attack was not directed towards him. He saw the scene of sword witches being surrounded by cannibals in his line of sight. Several cannibals emerged from the ground or broke through walls. They had already been strategically positioned and ready for action.
As long as the cannibals don't face Bai Wei, they won't lose control, and Yamaoni will still have control over these creatures. His goal is to distract Bai Wei, but from such a far distance, he definitely won't make it in time. The only option is to throw out a weapon.
The sword witches pulled the trigger and shot down the cannibals, but when facing the enormous and shape-shifting demons, they couldn't find where the weak spot was.
Bai Wei tossed his Han sword, and the tiger-headed Han sword spun through the air as it was propelled outward, following its planned trajectory.
As the weapon slipped from his hand, Yamaoni Doji roared and charged forward. He quickly grabbed him around the waist with his right hand, lifting him up and carrying him on his shoulder as they rushed towards the cliff.
There was a significant drop here, with a height of over fifteen meters from the ground. If he were to be simply thrown down, his waist would surely be snapped in half.
"Go to hell!"
Yamaoni screamed wildly.
Jingūji saw this scene and let out a hoarse cry.
"Bai...!"
The next words couldn't be uttered as a weak and despairing hoarse sound.
At that moment, she felt angry at her own weakness. Not only was she unable to help, but she had become a burden.
She held back the pain and weariness, stumbling forward. She pulled out the sword that was embedded in the evil demon's body, and rushed towards where Bai Wei had fallen.
She knelt down on the muddy ground, but the deep mountain valley was pitch black, and she couldn't see anything at all.
She only heard a tremendously loud thud as something heavy fell.
There was complete silence from the pit in the mountain valley, indicating that one of them had sadly passed away.
Saki Jingūji covered her lips, held her breath, and her eyes narrowed. She had a lot of bad feelings and guesses running through her mind.
Her fingernails dug into the palm of her hand, her eyes turned a dark red color, and she struggled to control her wild emotions, feeling as if she were on the verge of losing herself in an instant.
She could accept failure.
She was even willing to accept death.
However, she simply couldn't bear losing him.
Once again, she lost him.
She knelt on the ground, her figure looking lonely. In the dimly lit area, the shadows cast a magical presence, with demonly figures showing sharp fangs and claws. They let out angry roars filled with hatred.
At that moment, a howling wind suddenly came from the valley.
The Han sword reverberated, eager to break free from Jingūji's grasp and soar downwards.
Immediately after, she saw a dark figure darting past as a young man leaped up, carrying a lifeless body.
He had bloodstains and mud on his body, his face contorted with disgust, as if he found it too dirty.
Saki Jingūji gradually regained her composure from the chaotic thoughts swirling in her mind. She lifted her head and gazed at the young man, the inner radiance in her deep eyes reigniting. The aura of the wild fox spirit that had surrounded her also returned to a state of calmness.
The young man gave a kick to the body that stubbornly refused to let go, and angrily shouted a curse in the language of the Ming Country.
"Oh my... there's a poopy hole down here!"
He couldn't mention that he almost got thrown into a poopy hole.
He looked at Jingūji, who was kneeling on the ground, and explained, "There's nothing much to say. It thought I would be powerless without a weapon, but it was completely wrong. Back in the Ming Country, when I fought in the arena, I never used weapons. I fought barehanded. In fact, I prefer using my bare hands to smash... Before I fell, I had already twisted its neck as a cushion."
He kept rambling on, not finishing his words just yet.
Jingūji rushed over and tightly wrapped her arms around him.
Ignoring the muddy ground and the smell of blood, she pressed forward.
Without saying a word, she bit her lip, tears streaming down her face, crying like a little kitten.
Bai Wei, too, silently lowered his hands. After hesitating for a moment, he gently placed his right hand on her shoulder.
"It's all okay now."
"It's all safe now."
...
Not far away, the other sword witches watched this scene. No one spoke, they just quietly observed what was happening.
"It is very beautiful."
"It is very beautiful."
They saw with their own eyes this mysterious young man wielding his sword and slaying demons as if chopping vegetables and cutting melons. No one knew how he came here, but it must have been through countless battles. Just thinking about it, one could guess the level of resistance he faced, the unwavering determination he possessed, and the extraordinary courage he displayed by coming here alone.
No one knows that they are still alive. It has been such a long time, and rescue and reinforcements are almost impossible to arrive in such a remote place. Anyone would choose to give up searching, but he came here without any reinforcements.
Single-handedly, with a sword, a motorcycle, and alone, with unfaltering courage, he fought his way here, and then rescued everyone.
Even if it was just retold using the simplest and plainest words, it would still make one's heart surge with excitement.
If they hadn't seen it with their own eyes, they would have thought it was a made-up story. Who would be so foolish and stubborn?
But this stubbornness, it brought forth the utmost romance that they could ever imagine.
If this happened to them, how could they resist?
"There's nothing more to say," a young sword witch said. "If someone came to save me in this situation, I shall repay his kindness and pledge myself to him."
"This is not just a simple act of saving lives," the slightly older sword witch shook her head.
"But agreeing with my body must be inevitable... If it were me, I definitely wouldn't be willing to come here today."
"If it were you, we would all be in big trouble today."
"Alright, enough arguing," Mizuko said, her voice weary. "We just escaped a life-or-death situation. Can we please have a moment of quiet? Do you have to be so envious?"
Immediately, she saw pairs of slightly red eyes staring at them. It was the kind of thing that didn't need to be said out loud, a secret understanding. Why do you have to make it obvious when everyone already knows?
"Do you think I'm very jealous?"
"Yes! We are really jealous!"
"Not only jealous, but jealous to the point of turning green with envy! Why don't I have it? Give me one such a boyfriend too!"
The sword witches survived a life-or-death situation, but instead of feeling relieved, they started to worry about their own love.
Now that they had encountered such an extraordinary and perfect man, they suddenly began to worry about finding true love for themselves. They were afraid that comparing others to him would be too hurtful.
The death rate of sword witches was very high. Love was something they could hope for but not readily attain. They were always prepared to sacrifice themselves, but it didn't mean they couldn't fall in love. However, love was considered a luxury for them. That's why Bai Wei's appearance at this moment shone so brightly for the sword witches.
But if they were to put themselves in the same position as Saki Jingūji, perhaps their feelings would be different.
Jingūji never pleaded for him to come to her rescue like a divine being when she was in a desperate situation.
She didn't believe in such things, and she didn't want to transfer her responsibilities onto others.
In that moment, she held on tightly, not because she was happy or excited, but because she felt guilty and uneasy.
"I have caused you trouble."
She apologized, saying, "I'm sorry... truly sorry..."
Apart from apologizing, she didn't know what else to say.
"Please forgive me, but you should go back now. It is still dangerous here."
Bai Wei's attention had shifted to the nearby mountain.
A large exclamation mark appeared, catching his attention.
[The event has been triggered.]
[Please close RashoMon.]
