Chapter 147: A Kind Heart, Gentleness Amidst Swords and Blades

When masters fight each other, victory or defeat is determined in an instant. Although Su Shao wasn’t a master, the power of the Nine Nether Demon God far surpassed that of any master.
Though only two moves were exchanged, Lan Ying already knew his sword could never kill his opponent, while the opponent’s sword could end his life at any moment. As someone who dominated the netherworld, Lan Ying had never regarded people from the other realms as anything special—even the divine realm above Kunlun Mountain.
He was already very familiar with this world; the only ones who posed a threat to him were a few people from the divine realm—Leng Jian and Liu Yi. Although Ao Tian from the Demon Sect was strong too, he never took him seriously.
After spending ten years with Jili’er, his competitive spirit had long been washed away by love. Yet today’s confrontation gave him an unprecedented feeling… Had his swordsmanship declined?
At that moment, Su Shao on the other side raised his evil sword again, clearly intending to deliver the final strike. He wanted to kill this outsider from this world. Even those watching from outside could see that Lan Ying might not be able to parry Su Shao’s mysterious sword strike…
The red clouds in the sky turned blood-red, gradually repelling the demonic energy above Lan Ying. Countless skeletons and undead emitted terrifying wails around Su Shao…
Just then, Lan Ren rushed forward, blocking in front of Lan Ying, and shouted at Su Shao, “Stop! Don’t fight anymore. You’ve already won.”
Seeing his sister’s small figure standing in front of him, Lan Ying roared, “Sister, what are you doing? Do I really seem afraid of him?”
Lan Ren turned around, tears blurring her eyes. “Brother, it’s all my fault. I’ve been willful and caused trouble everywhere. For twenty years, it’s always been you who doted on me and fought for me. Now that I’ve grown up, even if I’m still naive, I know… you’re my real brother, my only family. I can’t live without you.”
Lan Ying’s expression gradually calmed. “Sister, you’ve finally grown up. I’m relieved now. Step aside. I’ve never lost to anyone. If I can draw my sword freely today, it’s worth dying for…”
Lan Ren looked at her brother’s face. She understood him—he was just like her, competitive and proud. But what good was that? Compared to family bonds, it meant nothing…
Tears streamed down Lan Ren’s face as she cried, “Brother, please stop. Even if you don’t think of me, think of Jili’er. Is your love for her really over? Don’t you love her very much? If you die, you’ll never see her smile again, nor eat the food she makes.”
Those words struck Lan Ying like thunder from the sky. Yes, his sister was right. He had given up his love for Jili’er for momentary pride… He wasn’t afraid of death; his passion drove him to fight to the end. But that so-called pride was so meaningless—completely worthless compared to true love…

At this moment, Su Shao’s body returned to its original state, the red light in his eyes gradually fading as he regained his consciousness. It wasn’t because the Nine Nether Demon God suddenly showed kindness—it was because Su Shao’s soul kept stopping him from swinging the sword, pleading with him in his heart to spare the two people across from him…

Meanwhile, the Nine Nether Demon God also discovered Su Shao’s weakness: he was too kind. It was the kindness hidden beneath his rascality, a conscience concealed under his reputation as a rogue. Looking at Blue Blade, he suddenly made up his mind and stopped controlling Su Shao’s body…

Su Shao thought to himself, “Hmm, that’s better. Listen to your master. Next time, I’ll give you more time to stretch.”

The Nine Nether Demon God remained silent, as he was slowly gathering information about the weaknesses of this body, planning to use them to take complete control of it. Once he did, he could torture anyone he wanted…

Su Shao slowly walked over to the sword sheath, picked it up, and called out, “Enough fighting! It’s not fun at all. After fighting for so long, why is this girl crying? It makes me feel weird and ruins my mood.”

In Blue Blade’s and Blue Shadow’s eyes, this silly boy claiming to stop fighting was actually trying to save face. If they continued fighting, Blue Shadow would surely suffer serious injuries, if not death.

Blue Blade turned around, his deep blue eyes showing gratitude as he said to Su Shao, “Thank you.”

Su Shao stared at Blue Blade, a bit dazed, but quickly reverted to his rascally demeanor, saying, “Girl, why thank me? I’m just tired and don’t want to fight anymore.”

Blue Blade wiped away her tears and suddenly hugged Blue Shadow’s arm playfully, saying, “You little rascal are still useful. At least you made me realize how important my brother is to me, and how willful I used to be.”

Blue Shadow also sheathed his long sword and looked at Blue Blade, saying, “Hehe, my brother should thank you too. You made me realize that beyond fame and vanity, there are things worth cherishing more…”

Su Shao scratched his head and looked at the siblings, saying, “I can’t take it anymore. You’ve knocked me out. You seem to understand so much, while I don’t understand anything…”

Blue Blade pouted and said, “Hehe, at least I know you’re not completely hopeless.”

Looking at Blue Blade’s mischievous expression, Su Shao suddenly found the blue-eyed girl very cute—and beautiful.

While Su Shao was lost in thought, Li Ling came over and smiled, saying, “Young Master Su, your sword really made me realize what it means to have someone beyond compare.”

Su Shao quickly replied politely, “Sir, you’re too kind. I was just playing around.”

Li Ling smiled and said, “Young Master Su is too modest. If your sword was just for playing, what would we people in the martial world be? We wouldn’t even have the face to stand in front of you.”

Su Shao didn’t say anything, just smiling sheepishly, knowing it was all the work of that demon god inside his body.

Li Ling continued, “Young Master Su, can we have a proper talk?”

Su Shao asked, “Talk about what?”

Li Ling replied, “Many. I wonder if Young Master Su will be kind enough to agree?”
Su Shao hurriedly said, “It’s easy, easy. But… there’s nothing to eat or drink here. Let’s find a place to have a proper talk.”
Lan Ren seemed to realize that Li Ling had an important question to ask, so she quickly stepped forward and said, “How about this? Let’s all go to my brother’s house. What do you think…”
Su Shao glanced at Lan Ren, then at Lan Ying behind her, tilted his head, and said, “I’m not sure if the master will welcome us.”
Lan Ying immediately turned back to a smiling face and said, “Of course he will… Let’s go. Ji Er has prepared lots of delicious food at home.”
And so, Lan Ying led the way ahead, heading toward Lotus Town…
Watching their figures disappear, I didn’t know what to say. Perhaps they were the new world of the jianghu—those who would write a new chapter in its history. Whether they would be enemies or friends was uncertain. But wherever there’s a jianghu, there are swords, and with swords comes the appearance of Liu Yi. So, what kind of story will unfold among them?
Part 3, Volume 10: Looking Back at the Past, the Autumn Waters Stretching to the Sky