Chapter 473

He turned around in an instant, his messy hair flying, and stared fixedly at Liu Die'er.

Seeing her husband’s terrifying expression, Liu Die'er retreated a step in fear.

Li Xuan raised a finger high, pointing it at Liu Die'er from afar.

Sword Qi condensed at his fingertip, sharp and transcendent, and with a single strike, it pierced through Liu Die'er’s shoulder.

Purple demonic blood flowed, but Liu Die'er did not avoid or dodge.

"Xuan-lang... if you want to kill me, just do it."

Blood spilled from the corner of her mouth, yet she had not a shred of regret, only a satisfied smile.

In Li Xuan’s illusory eyes, sword Qi surged, and his finger trembled slightly, but no more sword Qi shot out.

He lowered his head and pondered to himself.

He frowned tightly, endless contemplation flashing in his eyes.

It was as if he were somewhat puzzled as to why his heart could not bring itself to strike.

This feeling was as if he loved this woman deeply...

His gaze recovered a bit of clarity, and he spoke slowly.

"Die'er... you have come again."

His deep, dark sword eyes were filled with indifference.

"Go back, I do not want to see you." He stood with his hands behind his back, expressionless.

Hearing this, Liu Die'er suddenly stepped forward, crying as she said.

"Xuan-lang, I haven't seen you for a hundred years!"

Hearing these words, a hint of realization finally emerged in Li Xuan’s eyes.

"Suppressed for too long... perhaps I have forgotten the concept of time." He muttered.

Liu Die'er looked at him with a heartache, wanting to reach out and touch him, but not daring to.

"Xuan-lang... what has happened to you? You only have your Nascent Soul left?"

Sorrow rose in her heart, her stunningly beautiful appearance making one feel pity.

Yet Li Xuan... remained expressionless throughout.

"So what if I am."

He was a human.

Therefore, he did not have the self-healing ability of the demon race, and in this high tower, he could be refined in just a few years.

Moreover, the injuries from being pierced by a hundred swords back then were extremely deep, so it was naturally difficult for him to survive.

If he had channeled his cultivation technique to resist and prolong his life, perhaps he could have lived for a few more decades.

But he had clearly already given up on life.

His Nascent Soul remnant soul was already incredibly illusory, showing that he was about to vanish from the human world.

Liu Die'er looked at him with deep affection.

She had never thought that when they met again, they would be separated by life and death.

Seeing her sorrowful gaze, Li Xuan’s face remained calm.

"Your lifespan is a hundred, a thousand years." He said.

"And even if I cultivate to the Nascent Soul, I can live for at most two or three hundred years."

"Humans and demons are on different paths; perhaps the Sect Master was not wrong back then..."

His words struck Liu Die'er like a thunderbolt.

She did not expect that the Xuan-lang of back then would say such heartless words.

A hundred years without seeing each other, and the two were already like worlds apart.

Su Ming watched the husband and wife, their reunion so unpleasant, and secretly felt that his plan was about to fall through.

So he stepped forward, cupped his hands toward Li Xuan, and said.

"Senior Li Xuan, I brought her here because I have a request."

"The Demon Monarch has already returned to the human world, so I ask you to take action."

"This is also to avenge your Sword Saint master, as well as the countless Shushan disciples who died."

Su Ming said in a low voice, his gaze heavy.

Hearing this, Li Xuan turned his back.

"Revenge?"

"Revenge... cannot bring back those who have already died."

"Forgetting... cannot make the pain of past sorrow cease to exist."

"All these things in the human world are truly boring."

He only had his Nascent Soul remnant soul left, but his aura was truly transcendent.

Li Xuan was heartless, as if he already viewed all races in heaven and earth as inanimate objects, like a bystander watching the collapse of heaven and earth with folded arms.

Liu Die'er turned to look at Su Ming’s complex expression, a sense of apology rising in her heart.

She knew that this little sword cultivator had brought her here in the hope that Xuan-lang could take action to help suppress and kill the Demon Monarch and save the common people of the world.

However, she had failed to persuade him.

Hadn't the little sword cultivator brought her all the way here only to return empty-handed and risk his life in vain?

She did not want anyone to be hurt or let down because of her again.

So she bit her red lip lightly and told Li Xuan one thing in pain.

"Xuan-lang, listen to the little cultivator and take action!"

"Our daughter, Yin-yin, she... has already been killed by my father."

"Even if you don't avenge your master, you must do it for her..."

She said, tears flowing.

This matter, she had originally intended to bury for a lifetime.

Hearing this, Su Ming’s eyes narrowed slightly.

This Liu Die'er... she really had gone all out and helped him a great deal.

Su Ming’s view of Liu Die'er also changed quite a bit.

In fact, all of this was not entirely her fault.

The affairs of heaven and earth were extremely complex.

If back then, Sword Saint Wei Tianhai had shown mercy.

If Senior Xiang Wuhui had persuaded his senior brother at the time.

If the elders had softened their hearts for a moment.

If Li Xuan had cast aside the shackles of etiquette earlier and not returned to Shushan...

Too many ifs.

One could not simply attribute the fault to any one person.

Hearing the news of his daughter’s death, Li Xuan turned around slowly.

But the words he spoke made Su Ming and Liu Die'er feel despair.

"Why grieve for life, why suffer for death." His voice was filled with the vicissitudes of life, his expression calm.

A slight fluctuation had surged in his eyes, but it was quickly suppressed.

Hearing this, Liu Die'er could not believe it and slumped to the ground.

Could even this not make Xuan-lang take action!?

"She was your own flesh and blood, how could you be so heartless?!"

"No... you are not Xuan-lang, how could you have become like this?" She shouted hoarsely, hoping to awaken the reason in Li Xuan’s heart.

Hearing this, Li Xuan’s eyes sharpened.

Subsequently, he transformed into a soul light and stepped forward, grabbing Liu Die'er’s neck with one hand and lifting her high into the air.

Although only his Nascent Soul remained, he could actually still touch living people, showing how flourishing his cultivation was.

"Ugh, cough, cough, cough..."

Liu Die'er’s eyes were shocked, her face turning blue, unable to breathe.

"When did I ever say that I was him?"