After I Died My Dao Companion Drowns in Endless Regret Chapter 19

Sunset Burial Mounds.
The wind here was desolate, and the setting sun was like blood.
A tall Chaos Tree stretched straight into the sky, as if trying to pierce the firmament.
To the south of the Chaos Tree, countless branches extended outwards, supporting an airborne floating island. This was the immortal sect outpost of the Sunset Burial Mounds, named “Sunset Floating Island,” and it belonged to the territory governed by the Luoshui Divine Palace. However, the cultivators here had all been tempered in the crucible of life and death. Most were unruly individuals and desperate fugitives, making them difficult to manage. The Luoshui Divine Palace, seeing little benefit to be gained here, simply let go and allowed Sunset Floating Island to become a chaotic and dangerous place. Of course, later, some True Monarchs tried to cleanse Sunset Floating Island, but they all returned without success.
Cloud Sect Outpost.
Luo Lingfeng sat on the couch, resting her chin on her hand, playing with a small, jade-like command sword. Below her, led by Yun Dan, other cultivators were lined up in order. Among them were those from noble families and some fallen commoner disciples. They were all eager to gain experience in the Sunset Burial Mounds. However, upon hearing about the “Taiyi Sword” and the Nascent Soul level demonic cultivators, they couldn’t help but hesitate, especially the life-preserving noble family disciples.
Luo Lingfeng, seated at the head of the table, remained silent. None of the cultivators below dared to speak. It wasn’t until the announcement from the young attendant outside the door that the strange silence was broken. Luo Lingfeng raised her eyelids and allowed the steward who brought the message to enter. The steward was actually intimidated by Luo Lingfeng’s aura, but upon remembering the benefits he had received, his heart became eager again. He knelt on the ground and boldly said, “True Monarch, Young Master Xiang from the Dustless Sea has left a gift. How should we handle it?”
The karmic entanglement between Luo Lingfeng and Xiang Jun was known to all. In the Fu Li Immortal Realm, various rumors had spread about the love-hate entanglements between her, Xiang Jun, and Wei Yunshu. After the Cloud Sovereign’s demise, although Xiang Jun himself did not personally visit Cloud City, he sent someone with a gift, claiming it to be Luo Lingfeng’s old belonging—such an action was hard not to overthink the underlying meaning. If the Cloud Sovereign’s widow were to reunite with Xiang Jun, the future of Cloud City would be uncertain.
The steward prostrated himself on the ground, his eyes darting around errically. Xiang Jun’s young attendant had initially sought out a particular disciple, but was refused. The steward had also not agreed at first, fearing he might anger Luo Lingfeng. Unfortunately, the gifts offered were too substantial; his sleeve still contained a bottle of pills that could prolong life.
Luo Lingfeng lowered her eyes and let out a soft laugh. She didn’t have a good impression of this “fiancé.” The choice of him was made by Luo Hengjun; no one had ever asked for her opinion. Her so-called kind father, who had pretended to be amiable towards his children for years, had actually implanted a type of poison within each of them, thereby arbitrarily controlling their lives. Whether it was her or her siblings, they were all tools used by Luo Hengjun to appease other forces. One should know that a person who could say “innocent people have no sin, but wealth invites disaster” to their own daughter, what difference did they have from a beast? The pain of twelve golden nails being driven into her heart chamber, accompanied by memories, surged forth. Luo Lingfeng’s eyes turned cold and distant, veiled with a hint of blood.
“Take it down and share it. After all, it’s Xiang Jun’s kind gesture, isn’t it?” she said slowly. Did she not know the steward’s intentions? In the vast Cloud City, even a small steward had multiple forces behind him. It was only in the past three years, under her thunderous methods, that they had restrained themselves somewhat. It was impossible to completely eradicate the greed in their hearts.
Upon hearing this, a greedy glint appeared in the steward’s eyes. He immediately kowtowed and said, “Thank you, True Monarch! Thank you, True Monarch!” What the Dustless Sea sent would never be something unimpressive. If it fell into his hands, how he distributed it would depend on his own discretion.
After the steward left, Yun Dan raised her head, her expression hesitant. “Master, this probably isn’t appropriate, is it?” Could it be that, as rumored in the outside world, this person intended to rekindle her old relationship with Xiang Jun? If the Cloud Sovereign left no trace in this person’s heart, then all her efforts would be in vain. Yun Dan’s thoughts spun again and again, but Luo Lingfeng was too lazy to bother with her question. She merely rested her chin on her hand and asked with interest, “It’s now being rumored throughout Sunset Floating Island that the Taiyi Sword is in the hands of Zhou Yuxiao, a Nascent Soul Daoist from the Corridor of Sins. What do you all think?”
Yun Dan actually didn’t believe Zhou Yuxiao had the ability to obtain the Taiyi Sword, but he was quite influential in the Northern Continent, perhaps bestowed by a Venerable. Originally, there were only vague voices from the Corridor of Sins, but upon arriving here, cultivators who mentioned the “Taiyi Sword” spoke with certainty, describing the scene of the Cloud Sovereign’s final battle with the evil cultivators and her subsequent death from exhaustion in vivid detail, as if it were happening before their eyes. Yun Dan also began to doubt her previous judgment. After pondering for a long time, Yun Dan finally spoke with deliberation, “Master, perhaps the Taiyi Sword is indeed here.” She intentionally leaned towards the Cloud Sovereign’s direction, slightly tilting her head to meet Luo Lingfeng’s charming and confident eyes, her heart stirred, saying, “In my daze, I can hear the sound of sword law.”
Luo Lingfeng suddenly stood up. She stared at Yun Dan, her voice slightly raised, saying, “Is that really so?”
Seeing that Luo Lingfeng had lost some of her composure, Yun Dan’s nervousness subsided. She took a step back and smiled, saying, “Perhaps one of our fellow disciples was practicing swordplay.”
“Disciple feels it is inappropriate,” another cultivator spoke up after Yun Dan finished. A look of worry appeared on her face. “How can it be such a coincidence? Even if the Taiyi Sword is truly there, it is highly likely a trap, set to lure us into going.” For the past three years, anything related to the Cloud Sovereign had prompted the True Monarch to dispatch people or personally investigate, unwilling to let even the slightest detail slip. An elder had once advised the True Monarch, “The deceased are gone.” Not only did he fail to persuade her, but he even angered the True Monarch.
“Master, the Taiyi Sword is, after all, the Cloud Sovereign’s relic. It should never fall into the hands of demons,” Yun Dan said, secretly cursing the disciple who had spoken up. She then spoke to Luo Lingfeng with great sincerity, seemingly certain that the Taiyi Sword was in the Sunset Burial Mounds.
“Indeed,” a cold glint flashed in Luo Lingfeng’s eyes. She threw the small jade command sword onto Yun Dan and said with a smiling demeanor, “You are my only disciple before me. This time, you shall lead the disciples to investigate the news.”
No one knew Wei Yunshu’s cause of death better than she did. All the talk about battling the Northern Continent’s demons was false. She had come for the Chaos Tree, and upon hearing news of the Taiyi Sword, she had harbored the same hope. But after hearing the account of the battle, she realized the Taiyi Sword was definitely not here. As for the person who released the news, what was their purpose? Was it the demons or the Luoshui Divine Palace? Luo Lingfeng pondered, her gaze gradually becoming deep and somber. A playful smile played on her lips, carrying a thrilling beauty mixed with a hint of demonic charm and wickedness.
Yun Dan respectfully accepted the command sword and replied, “Yes.” This command sword meant that all Cloud Sect cultivators here were at her disposal. A hint of joy couldn’t help but surface on her face.
Luo Lingfeng’s gaze lazily swept across Yun Dan’s face.
She didn’t have the leisure to speculate on the intentions of this cheap disciple. Regardless, it would likely be a collaboration with the Luoshui Divine Palace or other demonic forces. However, since she wanted to imitate Wei Yunshu, why couldn’t she do it better? Like those people in Cloud City, they were just fools with good looks.
As for that Bo Fengliu—
Although they had met only a few times, Luo Lingfeng couldn’t help but recall the way she held chess pieces with her left hand.
That ordinary face overlapped and then separated from the image of exquisite beauty in her memory. The part of her that belonged to the former Wei Yunshu slowly receded, while Bo Fengliu gradually became clearer, as if being meticulously sketched by an invisible brush.
It was merely a coincidence, was it worth her lingering affection?
Luo Lingfeng’s face suddenly turned cold.
The disciples in the seats were accustomed to Luo Lingfeng’s unpredictable moods. Only after her figure disappeared from the hall did they secretly breathe a sigh of relief. In the past, people said the Cloud Sovereign came from humble origins and, even after ascending to that position, lacked respect and acted disgracefully. But comparing it to the current situation, many began to recall the Cloud Sovereign’s kindness. At least they didn’t have to worry about their lives every day.