NFBE Chapter 423: Frankness and Emotional Sublimation
Chapter 423: Frankness and Emotional Sublimation
In front of the spiritual vein crisis, Yun Yao and Chu Mochen stood opposite each other. The thick black fog around them seemed to have spirits, constantly surging, trying to erode their will. Yun Yao's face was slightly pale, and the trace of blood at the corner of her mouth made her look pitiful, but the determination in her eyes was like a burning flame, never extinguished. Chu Mochen stood tall and straight, like a pine tree, his cold face was full of heartache and tenderness at the moment, and only when he looked at Yun Yao, the cold and hard lines would soften slightly.
For a moment, everything was silent, with only the heavy breathing sounds intertwined in the oppressive air. After a long time, Chu Mochen was the first to break the silence. He slowly raised his hand, and gently stroked Yun Yao's cheek with his slender fingers. His movements were so gentle that it seemed as if he was touching the most precious treasure in the world, and he wiped away the glaring blood at the corner of her mouth bit by bit.
"Yao'er," his voice was low and gentle, as if it was filled with endless affection, gently floating in this chaotic place, "If there is really danger this time, I only hope that you can be safe. Even if I have to give up everything I have, even if I have to be the enemy of this world, I will definitely protect you." His eyes were as deep as the sea, but at this moment they only reflected Yun Yao's figure, and the determination in them was as unshakable as steel.
Yun Yao's eyes were slightly red. She looked at the man who had gone through countless hardships with her. The past scenes flashed in her mind like a revolving lantern. When they first entered the world of cultivation, they were at loggerheads due to misunderstandings. They refused to give in to each other. At that time, they were both arrogant and no one expected that the thread of fate would tightly entangle each other. In the life-and-death tests of carrying out tasks together again and again, they saw the kindness, tenacity and courage in each other's hearts, and their feelings took root unconsciously. However, along the way, there were constant ups and downs, misunderstandings, setbacks, and powerful enemies. Every time was like a ruthless test of fate, trying to separate them.
"Chen," Yun Yao held Chu Mochen's hand, her hand trembling slightly, but with unquestionable firmness, "I said that I would stand shoulder to shoulder with you. Life and death together is not just talk. We have come this far and have been through so many ups and downs. We will definitely overcome this difficulty." Her voice was a little choked at first, but as she spoke later, it became more and more sonorous and powerful, as if declaring war on the darkness in the sky.
Chu Mochen was slightly shocked. He looked at Yun Yao, his eyes sparkling with emotion, relief, and love. He suddenly hugged Yun Yao into his arms, and hugged her tightly with his arms, as if he wanted to integrate her into his own blood and bones, and use his chest to build the strongest defense for her to resist all the suffering and harm in this world. Yun Yao leaned in his arms, listening to his strong heartbeat. The steady rhythm seemed to have a magical power, dispelling her inner fatigue and fear. At this moment, they were no longer cultivators fighting alone, but relied on each other, and were partners who understood each other and shared life and death.
In this warm embrace, Yun Yao's thoughts drifted away. She remembered that she had traveled through time and space and had just arrived in this strange and dangerous world of cultivation. She had no relatives and was bullied. If it were not for the help of modern wisdom and systems, she might have died in a dark corner. The appearance of Chu Mochen was like a light, illuminating her way forward. From the initial dislike of each other to the tacit understanding later, every growth and every breakthrough was accompanied by his figure. Those nights of staying up late to practice together, and the thrilling moments of facing strong enemies together, have become the most precious memories between them.
"Chen, do you still remember the first time we carried out a mission together?" Yun Yao whispered softly, with a hint of smile in her voice, as if she wanted to use this beautiful memory to dispel the haze before her eyes.
Chu Mochen slightly let go of Yun Yao and looked down at her, his eyes full of doting: "How could I not remember? At that time, although your strength was still weak, your spirit of not admitting defeat made me look at you sideways. We were attacked by monsters in the misty forest, and you remained calm, used clever strategies, and cooperated with me seamlessly. That was the first time I really knew you." As he spoke, the corners of his mouth rose unconsciously, as if he was immersed in that beautiful past.
Yun Yao also laughed: "Yes, that was a thrilling time. And later, in order to find that magical herb, we went deep into the snowy mountains and were almost buried by an avalanche."
"If you hadn't been smart and noticed the snow in time, we would have been buried in that white snow." Chu Mochen took over the conversation, his eyes full of emotion.
The two of them talked and recalled the past. All the hardships they had experienced turned into sweet nutrients, nourishing the love in their hearts. In this desperate situation, they used memories to keep warm and gave each other strength with each other's company.
At this moment, the darkness around them became more and more violent, as if angered by their kindness. From the thick black fog wrapped around the spiritual vein, faint roars could be heard, as if demonstrating to them, or urging them to make a decision quickly.
Yun Yao and Chu Mochen looked at each other and tacitly released their embrace. There was no sign of retreat in their eyes, but instead they were burning with even more fervent fighting spirit.
“Chen, no matter what happens next, we will face it together.” Yun Yao clenched the sword in her hand, and spiritual power surged in the sword body, emitting a faint glow.
"Of course, Yao'er. With you by my side, I have nothing to fear." Chu Mochen also drew out his sword. The sword shone coldly, which complemented the cold aura emanating from him.
They stood side by side, facing the endless darkness, ready to meet the coming storm. At this moment, all the misunderstandings and quarrels in the past disappeared without a trace, leaving only the deep attachment and trust for each other. This emotion was like a bright star, illuminating their way forward and giving them the courage to overcome all obstacles.
Yun Yao took a deep breath and mobilized the spiritual power in her body. A soft halo appeared around her body, as if she was wearing a sacred battle armor. The same was true for Chu Mochen. The spiritual power was whistling and circling on his body. His momentum was rising steadily. His cold face was like a god of war, which was intimidating. The two looked at each other, nodded slightly, and then took a step forward at the same time. This step was firm and powerful, as if it shattered the void and shook the darkness around it.
As they approached, the roar in the black fog became more deafening, and black air currents shot towards them like sharp arrows. Yun Yao's eyes condensed, and the long sword in her hand swung out sword shadows, blocking all the black air currents. Chu Mochen stood aside, and his spiritual power turned into substance, punching out one after another. Each punch carried the power to split mountains and rocks, shattering the approaching dark power.
The two of them worked closely together, approaching the spiritual vein step by step. Despite the overwhelming pressure and the huge price they had to pay for every inch of progress, they never hesitated for a moment. Yun Yao's forehead was covered with sweat, and her face became paler, but her sword moves became more and more fierce, which was the potential stimulated by the desperate situation. Chu Mochen was also panting, his clothes were torn in many places, and stained with blood, but he still stood in front of Yun Yao like an iron tower, sharing most of the pressure for her.
"Yao'er, try harder, we're almost there!" Chu Mochen roared, his voice penetrating the darkness and reaching Yun Yao's ears.
"Yes!" Yun Yao gritted her teeth and responded. The long sword in her hand shone brightly. She used the unique skills granted by the system, and a sharp sword energy slashed towards the core of the black fog like a rainbow piercing the sun.
The black fog trembled violently, as if it was injured by the blow, and the roar became more and more shrill. Chu Mochen took the opportunity to rush forward, and stabbed the sword in his hand fiercely into the black fog. His whole body of spiritual power rushed into the sword, trying to disrupt the core of the black fog with his own power. However, the black fog's counterattack came extremely fast, and a powerful force shook him away.
"Chen!" Yun Yao exclaimed, her figure flashed, and she instantly appeared beside Chu Mochen and caught him steadily.
"I'm fine, Yao'er. Don't worry about me, take this opportunity..." Chu Mochen had blood oozing from the corner of his mouth, but he still managed to speak.
Yun Yao had tears in her eyes, but she nodded firmly. She put Chu Mochen down and turned to face the black fog again. At this moment, she had no fear in her heart, only one belief: to protect the sect and the people around her. She mobilized all her spiritual power, and the system seemed to sense her determination, emitting bursts of humming, and mysterious runes appeared on her body, blessing her with strength.
Yun Yao shouted and rushed towards the black fog, the long sword in her hand dancing like a ghost, each sword carried the power of destroying the world. Under her crazy attack, the black fog was forced to retreat again and again. At this moment, Chu Mochen also struggled to stand up. He wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, his eyes full of determination. He bit his tongue and spurted out a mouthful of blood, which merged into the sword. The sword instantly glowed brightly and the sword body hummed.
"Yao'er, let's go together!" Chu Mochen shouted, and rushed towards the core of the black fog at the same time as Yun Yao.
The spiritual powers of the two merged at this moment, turning into an extremely bright beam of light, which fiercely crashed into the black fog. In an instant, the sky and the earth changed color, and wherever the light reached, the darkness melted away like ice and snow. The raging black fog let out a last shrill roar, and then it collapsed and turned into wisps that dissipated between heaven and earth.
Yun Yao and Chu Mochen collapsed to the ground. They smiled at each other, their smiles full of joy of surviving the catastrophe and determination for the future. At this moment, their spiritual power was exhausted, their bodies were exhausted, but their hearts were full of strength. In this life-and-death test, they not only protected the sect, but also sublimated their feelings for each other to the extreme. They knew that the road ahead was still long and there would be more difficulties and obstacles, but as long as they walked hand in hand, nothing could stop them from moving forward.