Flowers of Love c13

Yin Luo distractedly stared at that sword for a moment, head turned to look at Yan Fu who was on the ground pleading for death, automatically took a step backwards. She had never hurt a person before!


"Hearsay of the six realms, the power of our G.o.d race comes through the veins. Consume the blood and flesh, obtain G.o.dly powers! " She scoffed, "Even if it's just some unconfirmed rumor, there are still those imbeciles who come forward to give up their lives in vain!" Yan Xi glanced towards that person on the ground, eyes slightly narrowed, "Hadn't you wanted to partic.i.p.ate in the Sword Seeking? If you really do have G.o.dly Powers, sooner or later you would get into the eyes of such people. The Sword Seeking, what is being sought is the Heavenly Sword! You want to be the Tian Di, then you must be prepared to punish those who dare to offend the G.o.d race!"


Yin Luo quivered. Her meaning is, if she wants to attend the Sword Seeking Ceremony, then she would have to execute Fu Shu? This is forcing her, forcing her to kill! Her eyes tightly fixed on that sword, still not daring to pick it up.


Those rumors, she had long heard of them. Although they were just hearsays, yet there are still those uncountable numbers of people who come to the Divine Mountain for that motive.


Her own G.o.dly Powers are close to none, their target would naturally be her Honor! That is also why her Honor recruits so many under her door.


"Why, afraid?" Yan Xi scoffed, "You have the guts to say that you want to join in the Sword Seeking, yet no courage to pick up this sword?"


Yan Xi's eyes become colder, "You who can't even hold a sword, don't even talk about whatever Sword Seeking nonsense!"


After she finished talking, her gaze turned. The sword came up and down, an agonizing scream sounded. The person on the ground, an ear on one side has already fallen to the ground. Fresh blood tainted the sword's body.


"….Kill me….Kill me…" Those tragic pleads for death, one more miserable then the last, drilled into the ear. At the depths of Yan Xi's eyes, it is still cold to the point of not having a sliver of turbulence in them, as if unable to see, or perhaps already used to this. The sword in hand, once again is raised, pointing towards the ear on the other side.


"Enough! Stop, Stop!" Yin Luo could no longer endure it, came forward to stop her, taking the sword. Although Yan Fu had wicked thoughts, but was still on the Divine Mountain for hundreds of years. Why must she torture him so? "I'll go! I'll go!" In the least, she can let him leave in lesser pain.


Tightly biting onto her bottom lip, Yin Lu slightly trembled as she held the sword, glancing that person on the ground who already has no strength to resist and is only able to plead for death, Yan Fu.


Apart from heartache and disappointment, she does not have any other feelings. Pain, is for her own pair of hands being tainted with fresh blood. Disappointment, is that the person forcing her to do so is actually her only family. She could not breathe, yet unable to not walk over there. With each step, it is like walking towards the execution ground. Although knowing that it was only a few steps in distance, yet it was like a walk of 10 thousand years.


She squatted down and stared at the person on the ground. Lifting up the sword in her hand, yet it's trembling as if about to fall to the ground, heart so tight as if about to rip apart.


She's killing someone, she is killing someone....


Holding the sword, obviously knowing that killing him, it would actually be the greatest escape for him. Obviously knowing that only by killing him, would be helping him. Yet with the sword in hand, no matter what, still could not bring herself to swipe it down.


"Can't do it?" A cool voice came from behind, "Hadn't you wanted to join the Sword Seeking, prove your G.o.dly worth? Then you must know the need to kill!"


Yin Luo's hands remain trembling.


After awhile!


As if sensing someone coming closer, the person on the ground suddenly sprang up. Pouncing onto Yin Luo, the neck with a mind of it's own ramed against the hilt of the sword, blood flowed down along the sword hilt. Only seeing two hallow emptiness already without eyeb.a.l.l.s glaring at her, a searing roar full of resentment, "Yan Xi!" Suddenly mouth opened wide, ruthlessly against Yin Luo's neck bites down.


She only felt a pain at her neck, there was something slowly flowing out. The sudden occurance left Yin Luo unable to make a reaction.


While in a trance just staring, that half body that pounced on her suddenly became like a b.l.o.o.d.y blossom bursting apart, becoming like numerous shattered pieces. Blood and flesh scattered the entire ground, without any remains.


The red robed lady from behind, was slowly letting down her raised left hand. In those eyes, something flashed by, like...panic? Under careful observation, in a flash, it seemed to have disappeared, as if never appeared before.


A cold tone, carrying anger, "Useless!"


Lifting her hand and tossing out an object, it just happened to be what Yin Luo in the morning saw when she caught Yan Fu's strange actions, the Liu Hua Flower that was propped on top of the door frame, which was used to tell her Honor to be more careful.


"I've not yet fallen to the state of needing you to worry! In the future, don't do such unnecessary things!" Yan Xi angrilly turned away to leave, but down at her feet felt a tightness. A pair of hands tainted with blood held onto the bottom of her robe.


"I.....will go....." Yin Luo grit her teeth harshly, the whole body trembling like falling leaves, except that hand, which held on oddly firm. She seemed to have used her entire body's strength to shove the words out, fiercely lifting up her head, saying one word at a time, "I will go, I will definitely go to the Sword Seeking!"


Yan Xi was slightly taken aback, her brows becoming more tight. Forcefully taking a step away, breaking away from her hand, "Suit yourself!" Refusing to even stay a moment longer, turned around and disappeared into the darkness of the night.


In that moment, only Yin Luo remains the only one in the courtyard, woodenly sitting on a ground of blood and broken body parts, body shaking. Her hand is still holding onto that sword.


A long while.....


Thunder sounded, like an outbreak that had been contained for a long time. Instantly, rain poured heavily, washing away the ground of blood, rushing it into the Liu Hua Flower Pool, immediately becoming a stretch of b.l.o.o.d.y red.


Slightly trembling as she stood up, in her eyes, it is already completely void of any focus, only complete emptiness. Like a possessed corpse walking, her hand loosened. The sword falls to the ground, making a sound as it fell into the Liu Hua Pool, causing water droplets to fly, splashing onto the hand.


An abnormally familiar feeling rushed into her heart.


Just then, Yan Fu had said, this pond had been added with Bai Hua Flowers, which to a G.o.d is highly toxic. No wonder it hurts this much. But why is it that her Lord Honor is fine? Could it be that it is all because her G.o.dly Powers are superior?


Moving the corner of her lips, again, another hint of a bitter smile. It's no wonder that even if presented, Yan Fu still does not care to take her blood. New injuries coupled with old injuries, although in pain, but it has gradually already become numbed.


With slow steps nearing the Liu Hua pond, the rain droplets splatter upwards. Each droplet that splashes onto her, that burning feeling from before becomes more obvious, yet she appears to not feel it, one step at a time making way back into the cabin.


Footsteps are light, each step like walking on clouds. Lightly pulling the door, all strength seems to have become exhausted, letting herself just collapse to the ground. Her vision becomes covered by late coming darkness, falling unconcious on the ground.


While dreaming, sounds faintly drifted over. There was someone whispering something, a blurry figure appeared in front of her.


Who, who is that? What is that in his hand?


Why does she feel such familiarity? Obviously had never seen him before, she tried very hard wanting to see more clearly, but why is it when seeing that figure, the heart would feel this kind of stabing pain?


The scene ahead seemed to be continually flickering, there were many good scenes that blurred her eyes.


"Want to have it? Take it, and cannot go back on it alright!"


"Luo Er.....be good....you have to listen!"


"Luo Er.....let's stop, stop alright! Whatever you want, everything you want, just....don't cry!"


"Be good....I don't have any other way! It can only be like this...you will agree right?"


"Don't worry....from this moment on, no one will...."


That voice still continued to echo at the earside nonstop. Each time it sounded, the heartache would increase to a degree. Undoubtly, it's a voice never heard of before, yet it is as familiar as someone who is closest to her.


The heartache could not be supressed, the sight in front has also started to shake. She extended her hand to grasp, yet unable to grasp anything. Only waving her hands around nonstop, struggling, but still unable to break away from that feeling, a splitting headache, like there was something wanting to break out from within.


Suddenly, from the forehead came a wave of coolness, that feeling finally started to little by little be supressed. She completely entered into deep sleep.


A light sigh sounded. The black robed person in the room took back the hand on Yin Luo's forehead, staring at her gradually entering back to a calm state, then finally picking her up from around the waist and cautiously placing her onto the bed.


The raindrops on the hair dripped onto the hand. A light knitting of the brows, gentle wave of the hand, immediately on the bed there was not even a hint of wetness. Covered a hand over her forehead, confirming no abnormalness, finally let out a long sigh of relief.


"....Luo Er...Why must you be this way? How will I....." Words reached midpoint, becoming a long sigh again.


Standing at the edge of the bed for a long while, simply staring at the person on the bed, in a trance. In his pitch black eyes, there is only one reflection. He appears to have become senseless by just staring, once again reaching his hand out, but halted, tightly clenched it into a fist, gradually putting his hand down.


Finally decided to turn around to leave, halfway and stopped again, standing still for a moment, and took a deep breath. In the end, still refrained from turning back. Pushing out the door, outside, rain was still pouring heavily.


On the Divine Mountain, it has never rained. That is because there is someone who does not allow it to pour.


"Let's stop it now!" The man softly said, the heavy rain suddenly stopped. Stepping down from the steps, entering into the courtyard and stood still, looking up towards the pitch-black sky. Eyes slightly narrowed, after a moment of gazing, the figure moved again. Dispersing like light smoke, in a flash, there is already not a trace.


The time that Yin Luo has awakened, it's already the second day's afternoon. Yue Ran nervously carried hot water in. On one side examining her injuries, on the other, nagging like usual. Yin Luo only lightly moved the corner of her lips into a faint smile in response, as for what happened last night, not mentioning even a word of.


Recalling that sea of blood, she secretly suppressed her still shaking hands, as if seeing her hands already become stained by a b.l.o.o.d.y red. Flowing from the bottom of the heart, a familiar bitterness, she turns to look all around.


"Yue Ran, where's my bag?"


"Right here." Yue Ran brought out her Qian Kun Bag, swayed it in the air, yet did not pa.s.s it over, "Your body hasn't healed, cannot eat this stuff right now. I'll keep it for you for the meantime."


"Yue Ran…" Yin Luo softly begged.


"No negotiations!" Yue Ran quickly shoved it back into his robe again, patted twice, making sure that it's stored well, "Wait until your body gets better, naturally I would return it to you!" Taking a glance up and down her pale face, that tranquil look once again turns foul.


"Ya Tou, you're really, what should I say about you? Your injuries were just getting better, and you suddenly go out to get wet in the rain. Even if your body is capable of endurance, it's not to be wasted in this way! Really don't know if you are born stupid, or if it's because you've eaten too much of those preserved honey pieces, that you've wrecked your brain!" While talking, busily takes out the bag again, pops a few into his own mouth, helping to eliminate them!


Yin Luo goes blank, her expression darkens quite a bit, not in the slightest noticing Yue Ran's petty acts. Pulling on the corner of her lip, muttering to herself, "I wasn't intending to go get caught in that rain…"


"What?" He hadn't heard clearly, raising a face with a stuffed mouth, and asked.


"No…nothing?" Yin Lu immediately smiled, "Why did you come? Don't you need to go to the front hall in the morning?"


"Don't need to today!" Yue Ran swallowed down the preserved honey pieces with much difficulty, frowning, poured a cup of water and drank it. Sure enough, he still does not like sweet stuff. "Her Honor, starting today, will go into seclusion. Besides, the front hall is too noisy, I can't get used to it!"


"Noisy?" The Divine Mountain has always been quiet.


Yue Ran became speechless, his complexion changed. As if having thought up something, waved his hand, "Nothing, nothing, not anything of big deal. You go on continue resting!" Cannot help but change the topic, while saying so, he quickly goes on to press her back onto the bed.


"Yue Ran!" Yin Luo's head is full of black lines. She had obviously just woken up. Just when about to get up, from outside the door comes a knocking sound.


"Is the Second Master in?" A very unfamiliar voice, not someone of the Divine Mountain.


"Not here!" Yue Ran stole the opportunity to speak. That tone contained some resentment. Just about to make sound to correct, but was met with Yue Ran's glare, signalling her to keep her quiet. The latter spinelessly kept quiet.


The person outside the door had also went into bewiderment, after awhile, politely made a bow, "Thank you!" The sound of parting footsteps carried over.