Legend of Swordsman

playing the Chinese zither.
What do you say about me playing a tune for you today?” Leng Rushuang said smilingly.

“That would be amazing.” Jian Wushuang beamed.

With a wave of her hand, a Chinese zither appeared in front of Leng Rushuang.
Her slender fingers plucked the strings gently.

The soul-stirring music slowly travelled across the room.

Jian Wushuang closed his eyes and listened carefully.

The tune was sweet and melodious, yet it portrayed mixed feelings of kinds.

These mixed feelings were complicated beyond words.

The tune conveyed feelings of pain, sorrow, and particularly helplessness.

As he listened on, Jian Wushuang’s brows came together in a knit.

Leng Rushuang had stopped playing, but the echo of the music remained in Jian Wushuang’s mind.

Jian Wushuang lifted his lids slowly.
A flash of doubt appeared in his eyes.

“Shuang’er, we just got married.
You should be elated, but your music…” Jian Wushuang started.

“Heartbreaking, isn’t it?” Leng Rushuang looked at him.

Seeing the look in Leng Rushuang’s eyes, Jian Wushuang’s heart sank with a tremble.

Leng Rushuang had tried to keep her pain and helplessness to herself, but her eyes reflected depths of despair.
Jian Wushuang narrowed his eyes, a feeling of dread descending upon him.

“The tune I just played is called… ‘See You in the Next Life’.” Leng Rushuang said slowly.

“‘See You in the Next Life?’ What do you mean? You…” Jian Wushuang’s expression changed dramatically.
Trying to stand up, he found that he was suddenly too weak to do so.
Not knowing why, he realised that he had lost even the strength to move his fingers.

“What is happening? What in the world is going on here?”

Jian Wushuang was in a fit of shock and rage, but unable to utter any word, he could only roar madly internally.

“Wine, it’s the wine I just drank!” Jian Wushuang stared at the wine glasses in front of him with wide eyes.

“Jian Wushuang, I’m sorry!” Leng Rushuang said in a grief-stricken voice.

“I’m a Great Sinner.
You’re too good for me… I’m already contented to be your wife for one day!”

“Sorry? No, no, I don’t want your apologies, no!” Jian Wushuang growled crazily inside.
He fixed his eyes stubbornly on Leng Rushuang, but was unable to say a single word.

“Jian Wushuang, goodbye!”

“If there exists the next life, I would love to be your wife again!”

“You and I… Let’s see each other in the next life!”

Leng Rushuang’s voice was filled with sorrow.
Tears rolled down her face uncontrollably.

“No, no!” Jian Wushuang broke down.

“Gu King, quick.
Stop her! Help me to stop her!” Jian Wushuang shouted internally with all his might.

Gu King, who was resting inside of Jian Wushuang’s body, remained silent and failed to respond despite hearing the pleas.

Jian Wushuang stared at Leng Rushuang with wild eyes.
Leng Rushuang gave him a last smile, turned around slowly and flew away.

“No!”

Jian Wushuang let out a thunderous roar inside.
The wine took its effect and he was wiped out.

The wine was called Bloody Flame.

Originating from Eternal Chaotic World, the wine required long years of cultivation by a hard-drinking expert.

The wine was so potent that a cup is enough to sink Dao Masters, Celestial Masters, and even supreme experts like Tang Emperor into a drunken condition for seven days and nights.
Jian Wushuang, an Eternal Realm expert, was no match for the strength of the wine.

When Jian Wushuang was in the Ancient World, to stop his friends from taking risks with him, he had used the Three-day Drunk to intoxicate them.

The same scenario repeated itself.
But this time, Jian Wushuang played the role of the victim.