63 - A Farewell to Mr. Luo

Returning to the Home Page: Berserk Dragon Lady Home 》 Information Page for Berserk Dragon Lady Bai Fan, who had regained her memory, felt as if she had been reborn. Her thoughts were now much clearer. After wandering through the dreamland for a while, she remembered that she had been meditating for far too long. What was supposed to be a two-hour session had who knows how much time elapsed instead. Hastily getting up, she didn’t pay much attention to her changed appearance. The person lying on the ground finally opened her eyes. The once red eyes had returned to normal, and even her hair had turned back to black. Bai Fan rubbed her forehead and looked at the unfamiliar surroundings, mumbling to herself, "Where is this? Am I still in the dream?" No sooner had she spoken than she heard the sound of a flute from above. Looking up, she was immediately stunned by the sight before her. A group of cultivators was rushing towards a figure clad in turquoise. The green swords appearing in the air reminded Bai Fan of an encounter on a pirate ship. But now, thousands of these green swords were in the air, slaughtering those cultivators who couldn't dodge in time. The white light scattering around were the spirits of the fallen cultivators. The massacre didn't even spare their spirits; entire souls were being erased. Floating in the air and playing the flute was He Yi Man, who seemed like a completely different person. She stood there like a vengeful deity. "What on earth is going on?" Bai Fan tried to get up, but the sword qi blew her away. Her chest inexplicably took a hit, as if the attack didn't distinguish between friend and foe. The deadly tune was exceptionally long, and the golden core cultivators who had initially aimed to kill He Yi Man were now only thinking of escaping. Once the song ended, the surviving cultivators had no idea where to run to. Only He Yi Man was left standing with her flute. Bai Fan, frowning, prepared to leap up. But then she saw He Yi Man suddenly fall, crashing down right on top of her, becoming an unwilling cushion. As the dust settled, Bai Fan, covered in dirt, got up and looked at the unconscious He Yi Man beside her. "I wanted to ask what was going on, but you fainted right after I woke up. Where are we?" Muttering to herself, Bai Fan lifted He Yi Man onto her back and scanned the area, spotting an injured cultivator on the ground. She approached him. "Excuse me." As soon as Bai Fan spoke, the blood-stained cultivator opened his eyes. With holes all over his body, he glared at Bai Fan, blood gushing from his mouth as he managed a few words. "He...He...He Yi..." Before he could finish, he died with eyes wide open, dying a miserable death. "He Yi Man?" Bai Fan turned to look at the unconscious He Yi Man on her back, realizing the scene had scared him to death. With no other choice, Bai Fan carried He Yi Man to find shelter, eventually settling behind a large stone as the surroundings were vast and treeless. After placing He Yi Man down, Bai Fan expanded her spiritual awareness, ensuring the area was safe before entering introspection. After absorbing the dragon essence, Bai Fan had accumulated a lot of memories in her mind, which she couldn't process all at once. She sealed these memories, planning to read them slowly when she could handle them. At this moment, she intended to sift through some of these memories. With some understanding from her previous experiences, Bai Fan avoided those with strong emotions, focusing on digesting the inheritance bit by bit. The dragon race's inheritance was much more orthodox compared to the wild methods of a Jiao dragon. It lacked the rampant accumulation and consumption of flesh and blood, even possessing a perfectly refined cultivation method, though it could only be practiced post-condensation. Currently, Bai Fan was in the late stages of foundation establishment, practicing the second level of the Jiao dragon method. The methods stopped at the third level post-condensation. After meticulously reading through the cultivation method, Bai Fan didn't dare delve further into the memories, fearing that excessive reading might overshadow her personal memories, risking her sense of self. After running the Jiao dragon method a few times, her sensitive ears picked up some movement. Opening her eyes, she found He Yi Man awake and looking at her. Bai Fan felt a bit embarrassed under the gaze, quickly shifting her position, "Ah, you're awake." "Yes." "What exactly happened earlier? Why are we here? Did something happen while I was meditating?" Except for a pale complexion, He Yi Man looked perfectly fine even though her clothes were wrinkled. "Did something go wrong while you were meditating? You looked like you were veering towards deviation." She recalled Bai Fan's previous white hair, which had now returned to its original color. Seeing Bai Fan's eyebrow twitching while talking, He Yi Man had a moment of guilt. She had been drawn by the allure of the Lingxiao flower's benefits during meditation, not foreseeing the dragon essence causing issues. "There was a small problem, but it's resolved now. Such events shouldn't happen again. But why are we here? This place doesn't seem like the Southern Continent." The barren surroundings, filled with yellow sand, reminded her of the dreamscape. Unaware that she was speaking in a somewhat appeasing tone, Bai Fan had assumed something significant had happened due to her mistake. "You're right; this is not the Southern Continent. Your cultivation caused a gale that drew the attention of a group of cultivators. I carried you from the Southern to the Northern Continent, finally dealing with them just now." Hearing He Yi Man's words made Bai Fan feel even guiltier. She had been warned against cultivating there. "Sorry." "It's fine. It's all resolved now. You should be grateful the pursuers were only golden core cultivators. If there had been even one Nascent Soul cultivator, we would've been doomed." "By the way, why were they chasing us?" "Because of me." Bai Fan quickly understood. He Yi Man's name was well-known in the Southern Continent, and anyone familiar with the Effulgent Pavilion would know of her. After a while, He Yi Man asked Bai Fan, "Do you have any food on you?" "I might not have much else, but I have plenty of food. What would you like?" He Yi Man hadn't eaten or drunk anything during the day-long escape. While Bai Fan could go without food, He Yi Man couldn't. "Anything." Bai Fan was speechless at the response. Who says "anything" when asked what they'd like to eat? Though she grumbled inwardly, she quickly retrieved some food. Always having a penchant for food, she kept her storage bag stocked with snacks wherever she went. She laid out fruit, snacks, roasted chicken, and duck, even presenting spiritual fruits picked by the sisters of Xuan Ming Sect. Bai Fan set up a small table in front of He Yi Man, placing various foods on it, making it look almost like a banquet despite the desolate surroundings. Watching He Yi Man enjoy the food slowly, Bai Fan couldn't help but reach over for a couple of buns to satisfy her own cravings. Eating, Bai Fan started a conversation. "What was the piece you played today? It was so powerful." "It doesn't have a name." "Why doesn't it have a name?" Bai Fan gnawed at a chicken leg, her memories of the green swords still vivid. "It hasn't been named." "Why don't you name it?" He Yi Man watched as Bai Fan's cheeks bulged with food, remnants of meat at the corners of her mouth, a sight that didn't quite match her ethereal beauty. Yet, this made He Yi Man feel like she was looking at the same girl from years ago, the one who used to whisper in her ear. Her current flawless appearance created a sense of distance, almost too perfect to be real. Her lively eyes made He Yi Man feel affectionate. Picking up a spiritual fruit to her mouth, she suggested, "Then you name it." "You want me to name it?" Bai Fan was surprised, her eyes widening as she swallowed the food in her mouth and quickly wiped her lips. "Yes." "Okay, let me think." Speaking with utmost seriousness, Bai Fan meticulously sifted through her mind for powerful and melodious words, muttering to herself all the while. "These green swords and the killing tune... how about 'Fatal Melody'?" Hearing this, He Yi Man nearly choked on her spiritual fruit. She stared at Bai Fan and said, "Fatal Melody?" Seeing her reaction, Bai Fan quickly waved her hands. "No, no, I'll think of something else." "How about 'Emerald Journey Melody'?" Bai Fan looked expectantly at He Yi Man, who gave her a sidelong glance. Bai Fan propped her chin with her hand and thought deeply, recalling the scene of the massacre. "How about 'Ephemeral Melody'?" This time, Bai Fan asked cautiously. He Yi Man's movements paused at the suggestion. The word "ephemeral" held significant meaning for her, considering she had composed the melody back at Effulgent Pavilion. Naming it "Ephemeral Melody" felt like a tribute. "If it's not suitable, I can think of another name." "Ephemeral Melody is fine. A life lived fully in a single day." Bai Fan's expression changed upon hearing this, fearing she had touched on He Yi Man's painful past of losing her family. Meanwhile, not far away in a mausoleum, a lantern lay there, unlit. Having spent several years in the Northern Continent, it had mastered the art of survival by pretending to be dead. Being an inanimate object without a living soul, the lantern could retract its spirit into itself, making it undetectable. However, it had been hiding for a long time, and the outside seemed quiet now, indicating the cultivators had left. The lantern transformed into human form and cautiously emerged from the soil, scanning the surroundings. Seeing no one, it left the mausoleum entrance. It did not notice Bai Fan and He Yi Man nearby. Its cultivation level was much lower than theirs, and Bai Fan's concealment bracelet hid her presence. Meanwhile, He Yi Man, appearing as an ordinary human without spiritual energy, was mistaken for a desert creature. ※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※ Thank you to all the little angels who have voted for me or provided nutrient solutions ~ Special thanks to the little angels who voted for [Landmines]: I am also helpless 2 votes; Sui Yi 1 vote; Special thanks to the little angels who provided [Nutrient Solutions]: Thank you all very much for your support, I will continue to work hard! Previous Chapter Table of Contents Next Chapter Home Computer Version Bookshelf All Novels Popular Novels