sbdcsierra Chapter 574 Strange Spirits
Chapter 574 Strange Spirits
As the light emanating from the jade pendant grew weaker and weaker, and then disappeared several times, the three Chu brothers were sweating profusely with anxiety. They all knew in their hearts that their beloved junior brother Youjia was now beyond saving.
What to do? What to do? The three brothers were extremely anxious, and almost simultaneously thought of the same thing—a miracle. They desperately hoped that a miracle would happen because they did not believe that their junior brother had died so easily.
But, can miracles really happen? Could a miracle truly occur?
The ancestral hall was dimly lit, and an inexplicable fear and eeriness enveloped the area, as if the ghosts of the underworld were singing raucously and roaring in a low voice. The flames flickered and wavered. A blank memorial tablet stood in the center. Even in the daytime, the ancestral hall remained dark, and sunlight seemed to never penetrate it. An eerie atmosphere permeated the surroundings.
Chu Xiong sat alone on the threshold of the ancestral hall, staring blankly at the sky. The sky hung low, the air was stuffy, and a few white clouds drifted slowly, sometimes gathering and sometimes dispersing, like fleeting clouds.
It's going to rain soon!
After a long while, he withdrew his gaze, then looked back at the memorial tablets in the ancestral hall. A look of sadness flashed across his face. Then, he drew the sword from his back and gently stroked the blade with his fingers. The sword remained silent, whether it understood its master's desolate feelings or was inexplicably afraid of something that had lost its spirit.
He trembled all over, and an indescribable grief and indignation welled up in his heart, as if a huge rock was pressing down on him. After several bouts of suffocation, he couldn't help but look up to the sky and roar.
When did the sky turn dark again?
A breeze blows gently; rain falls quietly.
"Master, what should I do? Tell me, tell me..." He sobbed softly. How could this once strong figure be so weak and frail now? He clenched his fists, his bones cracking softly, his nails digging deep into his flesh, leaving a striking red mark. Drips of bright red blood fell silently to the ground.
The rain poured down, the wind howled, the thunder roared, and lightning flashed like dragons.
He looked down at the longsword in his hand. This sword held great significance for him, as it carried a heavy responsibility. It was given to him by his master before his death, and it had accompanied his master as he fought on the battlefield and conquered the world. But now, the sword remained, but the man was gone, and all that remained was the vastness of their past love and hatred.
"Master, I swear I will avenge you, and also my junior brother..."
Thinking of his junior brother, his expression seemed to soften slightly, and then he looked up and gazed at the distant horizon—
The rain seemed to have intensified, with constant thunder and lightning, and the sky was dark, almost like night.
"Junior Brother," he called softly, then murmured to himself, "Are you doing well so far away? Has anyone bullied you?" He began to sob softly again, filled with deep self-reproach, "Junior Brother, I'm useless. I failed to protect Master. I'm so sorry, I'm a bastard..."
He was trembling all over, filled with extreme self-blame and guilt, to the point that he couldn't even speak, only sobbing and choking, tears streaming down his face.
A man doesn't shed tears easily, unless he's truly heartbroken!
Before anyone knew it, Wang Er and his two fellow disciples, the Dwarf, emerged from the heavy rain, both wearing straw hats and raincoats.
"Damn, this rain is really heavy."
Wang Er complained, his words revealing his helplessness. When fighting with people, victory or defeat can be determined, but when fighting with the heavens, the outcome is unpredictable.
The two brothers took off their straw hats and raincoats and casually tossed them beside the pillar in front of the ancestral hall.
"Eldest brother, we're back—" The dwarf was saying when he suddenly sensed something was wrong and quickly swallowed the rest of his words. He then exchanged a glance with his second brother, their faces darkening. The two brothers didn't say anything more, walked past Chu Xiong, lit incense for the memorial tablets in the ancestral hall, and then walked to the entrance. The dwarf sat down next to Chu Xiong, while Wang Er, due to his physical condition, stood with his back against the wall by the door frame.
The dwarf glanced at the sharp sword in his senior brother's hand, then whispered, "Senior brother, you're thinking about Master again, aren't you!"
Wang Er said, "Eldest brother, Master has been gone for more than half a year. We need to pull ourselves together. How can we avenge Master if you keep acting like this? Have you forgotten what Master told us before he left?"
Chu Xiong didn't say anything, but sighed softly. After a moment, he said, "I was thinking about my junior brother."
In just a few words, the pain in the hearts of the three brothers was revealed. After hearing this, Wang Er and the dwarf's faces darkened again, and for a moment, the three brothers were plunged into deep longing and sorrow.
Yes, who wouldn't want a junior brother?
"Senior Brother," Wang Er whispered, "Do you think what Master said is true? Did Junior Brother really travel to the future?"
“Master wouldn’t lie to us,” the dwarf said, but there was a hint of sadness in his words, as if he were deceiving himself.
"I wonder how my junior brother is doing now? Is he eating well, is he dressed warmly, and is anyone bullying him?" Chu Xiong muttered to himself.
Upon hearing this, Wang Er and the dwarf's eyes lit up. Wang Er exclaimed happily, "Senior Brother, is Junior Brother really still alive?"
Chu Xiong nodded and said, "Master would never lie to us. Junior Brother is still alive, but I don't know how he is doing now."
The dwarf said, "It's good that he's alive, it's good that he's alive. With Junior Brother's clever and mischievous personality, no one should bully him. Senior Brother, Second Senior Brother, what do you say?"
“Yes, Junior Brother has been clever and mischievous since he was a child, and he has a lot of tricks up his sleeve. No one can bully him,” Wang Er said.
Chu Xiong smiled, and the sadness on his face eased considerably. He asked Wang Er, "Second brother, what has happened outside in the past six months?"
Wang Er smiled bitterly and said, "Senior Brother, the Moon Goddess has now become the leader of the martial arts alliance."
Upon hearing this, Chu Xiong raised an eyebrow and then asked, "When did this happen?"
“Just last month,” the dwarf replied, “a martial arts tournament was held last month, and all the sects elected the Moon Goddess as the leader of the martial arts alliance.”
"Heh..." Chu Xiong sneered, then said, "Is the martial world in chaos? They actually chose a member of the demonic path to be the leader of the martial arts alliance. What are all the righteous people doing?"
Wang Er smiled wryly, "Senior Brother, actually, none of the righteous sects wanted him to be the leader of the martial arts alliance, but they were all being blackmailed by the Moon Goddess, so—"