62: Shouting to the sky, "Let's talk"

Beside him, Ying Ji’s mood was very complicated at this moment.

Shock, awe, and a hint of… fanaticism!

Behind him, thousands of Golden Fire Cavalrymen, every single one of them, stood there like wooden stakes, not daring to breathe.

They had personally witnessed three peak Void Realm experts vanish with the wind.

And they had personally seen a Prodigy from the Tianwu Continent being treated like a little chick by this Senior in front of them, crippled and killed at his whim!

This was completely beyond the comprehension of mere mortals like them!

Is this the might of an Immortal?!

“Junior Ying Ji, on behalf of Great Qin, thanks Senior Lu for saving our lives!”

Ying Ji took a deep breath, forcibly suppressing the stormy waves in his heart, and bowed deeply to Lu Yuchen’s seemingly ordinary back, adopting the lowest possible posture.

“No need for that. Tell Ying Zheng that I acknowledge this favor.”

Lu Yuchen responded lazily, without even turning his head.

He was still annoyed that his own disciple had almost been used as an experience package.

“The matter here is settled. You may all disperse.” He waved his hand.

Upon hearing this, Ying Ji not only showed no dissatisfaction but became even more respectful.

This was the demeanor of a true Senior!

“Yes! Yes! Junior obeys!” Ying Ji was overjoyed and repeatedly assented.

This one sentence was enough!

It meant that their Great Qin had officially connected with this Immortal!

This was ten thousand times more important than any so-called Nine Dynasty Hegemony!

After watching Ying Ji lead the Golden Fire Cavalry retreat like a tide, Lu Yuchen finally turned his gaze to the light blue figure beside him.

Ling Ke’er.

She stood there quietly, holding the longsword stained with her enemy’s blood, her beautiful face, where the blood and tears had long dried, now only showing a blank numbness.

Those Phoenix eyes that once looked down upon the world were now dim, as if they had lost all their luster.

With her great revenge exacted, the imagined satisfaction did not appear; instead, there was endless emptiness and… confusion.

Her kingdom was gone.

Her family was gone too.

In this world, she seemed… to be alone again.

“Sigh.”

Lu Yuchen sighed almost imperceptibly in his heart.

He walked in front of Ling Ke’er and softened his voice: “Your sister, Pavilion Master Ling Yixue, is still alive.”

Boom!

This simple sentence was like a clap of thunder from the Nine Heavens, striking Ling Ke’er’s already dead heart!

She suddenly looked up, and her dim eyes instantly burst forth with an unbelievable light!

“Revered Master… Revered Master… What did you say?” Her voice trembled, almost thinking she was hallucinating.

“That female general who protected her, Yan’er, right? She’s also alive.”

Lu Yuchen continued, “Your Revered Master has settled them both in the Sect. They are well-fed, well-taken care of, and very safe.”

“Wah—!”

All her strength, all her pretense, collapsed in an instant!

Ling Ke’er could no longer hold back the grievances, pain, and self-reproach that had accumulated for days, even two lifetimes, pouring out like a bursting flood!

She suddenly threw herself into Lu Yuchen’s arms, crying out loud like a child who had suffered immense grievance, her cries heart-wrenching!

“It’s all my fault! It’s all my fault!”

“Clearly… clearly, in my memory before, this kind of thing never happened!”

“A single butterfly is enough to change a world; everything is subject to change,” Lu Yuchen sighed.

“I was too confident! I shouldn’t have passed the Cultivation Technique to the Snow Dragon Army before I had enough strength! I harmed them! I harmed Imperial Father! I harmed the entire Northern Plains!”

She cried breathlessly, her small fists weakly pounding Lu Yuchen’s chest, without any strength.

Lu Yuchen didn’t dodge, letting her vent.

He knew this girl had suffered too much in her heart.

After a long while, when her cries gradually subsided, Lu Yuchen gently patted her back, his voice calm but with a reassuring power:

“That’s enough. You’ve cried, you’ve made a fuss, it’s time to move on.”

“The dead may not necessarily be unable to be resurrected.”

“But…” He changed the subject, a playful arc forming at the corner of his mouth, “This matter, we need to have a good talk with the Heavenly Dao.” Lin Fan and Ling Ke’er were both stunned, their faces full of question marks upon hearing this.

Talk to the Heavenly Dao?

What did that mean?

Lu Yuchen didn’t explain further, only looking up at the boundless sky, his eyes deep, as if seeing through the barrier of space and time, seeing some unseen will.

He was now one hundred percent certain.

Ever since he arrived in this world and the System descended, and he began to persuade Lin Fan to embark on the Immortal path, various “Children of Luck” kept appearing around him.

One Lin Fan was a coincidence.

Two Nannys was Luck.

Three Ling Ke’ers, four Xiao Huohuos, and even that Tang Xiaoshan he just slapped to death…

If there wasn’t a mastermind behind this, he wouldn’t believe it even if he were beaten to death! He never thought that one day he would be used as an upgrade script!

Only Lin Fan was encountered by chance; otherwise, why would nothing happen for a year after his arrival? It was probably because Lin Fan’s successful cultivation of immortality attracted the attention of this Heavenly Dao.

Today, this Heavenly Dao was even more outrageous.

A Child of Luck died, and it even used thunder to express “mourning”?

If he hadn’t warned it, it might have caused more trouble.

“System, can you give me a hint?” Lu Yuchen asked faintly in his mind.

“Ding! The most fundamental driving force of any world’s Heavenly Dao will is to guide the world’s ascension, seeking transcendence.”

The System’s cold, mechanical voice gave an affirmative answer.

“I see.”

A knowing smile played on Lu Yuchen’s lips.

…

A moment later, at Tai Xuan Immortal Sect.

Ling Ke’er saw her biological sister, whom she had thought was long dead in the fire.

“Sister!”

“Xue’er!”

The two sisters embraced tightly, weeping with joy, crying in a heap.

The joy of rediscovering what was lost was enough to dilute all sadness.

Yan’er was also beside them, tearing up with emotion.

…

After settling everything, Lu Yuchen’s figure quietly appeared at the peak of Tianzhu Peak.

The fierce mountain wind blew, making his robes flutter, like an exiled Immortal about to return with the wind.

He stood with his hands behind his back, gazing up at the boundless starry sky and the sea of clouds that seemed within reach.

After a long silence.

He slowly opened his mouth, his voice not loud, but it seemed to carry an undeniable authority, resounding throughout the entire world.

“Let’s talk.”

As his voice fell.

Above the Nine Heavens, the wind and clouds suddenly changed!

Thousands of stars seemed to lose all their brilliance at this moment!

A streak of seven-colored light tore through the clouds, coming from beyond the sky, slowly descending before Lu Yuchen.

“Heh, as expected.”

(This chapter discusses whether time should be reshaped. It seems many people don’t like tragedies to occur.)