After I Died My Dao Companion Drowns in Endless Regret Chapter 21

Amidst the overwhelming mist and water vapor, a discernible killing intent was hidden.
The black-robed cultivator’s alarm bells immediately sounded in his heart. Seeing the unfavorable turn of events, he prepared to retreat. The information provided stated that she was a rogue cultivator with no sect or backing, so how could she be connected to a Nascent Soul cultivator? Although he had fought for survival in perilous situations many times, facing an inevitable end, he could only search for a path to life and escape.
Snow-white flames blazed on the halberd, scorching the mist of water vapor floating in the air. The black-robed cultivator shouted loudly, formed a hand seal, and cast a divine ability. Countless fiery streams fell from the sky, and he himself, using the flames as cover, rapidly retreated backward. However, halfway there, his steps suddenly halted. A drop of water, as dark and profound as ink, appeared before his eyes. He had no time to dodge and could only push his Golden Core to its limit. Yet, the moment the water bead struck, his protective spiritual light seemed like paper, instantly shattering in that dark water. His chest was smashed inward, and his entire body was sent flying like a tattered rag doll.
Vomiting fresh blood from his mouth, the black-robed cultivator shakily reached for his Dharma talisman, but the moment his fingertips touched it, the spiritual light within dimmed. He helplessly dropped his hands, looking at the Nascent Soul cultivator in front of him with near despair, and opened his mouth to beg for mercy. However, Luo Lingfeng did not even glance at him. She merely heard a sound from the surging water, and the black-robed cultivator screamed. Under the scouring and crushing of the water flow, he was directly annihilated, his soul scattered. She flicked her sleeve; killing a cultivator approaching the Nascent Soul stage seemed as simple as crushing a minuscule ant.
“Thank you, fellow Daoist, for your righteous assistance.” Wei Yunshu suppressed her thoughts. Since Luo Lingfeng had not revealed her true face, she had no need to pretend to recognize her, treating her as an unknown person.
Luo Lingfeng chuckled and flicked her sleeve, playfully looking at the person in front of her. After a moment, she looked up and glanced at the depths of the alley, asking, “Fellow Daoist Bo is not a wandering crane living in seclusion in the mountains? How do you know of places like ‘Knows But Does Not Speak,’ where all sorts of people gather?” Seeing Wei Yunshu about to leave, she smiled and blocked her path, clearly unwilling to let her go without an answer.
Wei Yunshu sighed inwardly. She met Luo Lingfeng’s gaze and then withdrew her sight. Her timely arrival suggested she had already fallen into her sight, but her purpose remained unknown. She calmed her mind and said with a faint smile, “Since this humble Daoist has left the mountains, naturally I must understand some rules.”
“I see,” Luo Lingfeng feigned understanding. She crossed her arms and said leisurely, “It’s just that, about the things inside, I wonder if one has the lifespan to enjoy them.”
Wei Yunshu smiled and said nothing. She raised her sleeve, performed a salute to Luo Lingfeng, expressed her gratitude once more, and no longer wished to linger. She walked forward, silently employing several lightness techniques, and finally passed through the hazy mist and water currents smoothly. However, she did not escape. A large, black sleeve appeared before her.
Wei Yunshu looked up and asked, “What is the meaning of this, fellow Daoist?”
Luo Lingfeng tilted her head and smiled, “Fellow Daoist Bo, aren’t you going to ask my name? Have you already guessed it?” Seeing Wei Yunshu purse her lips and remain silent, she chuckled again, “Is a life-saving favor so easily dismissed with a few words?”
In fact, even without her intervention, Wei Yunshu could have escaped from the black-robed cultivator. However, this “unnecessary help” could indeed be considered “help,” and Wei Yunshu couldn’t possibly mock her. After observing the sleeve for a while, knowing Luo Lingfeng would not give up, she asked faintly, “What does True Monarch Luo intend?”
Seeing that she had indeed recognized her, Luo Lingfeng burst into laughter. After a long while, she shook her head and said, “I haven’t thought of it yet.”
Wei Yunshu: “…” Was she deliberately playing with her? What was so special about this ordinary face that warranted her special attention? Weren’t there enough people who resembled “Wei Yunshu” in her memory? She thought to herself, feeling a bit uncomfortable. However, her expression remained unchanged. Her gaze was calm and serene, as she said, “This humble Daoist has important matters to attend to. How about I repay this favor another day?”
“Important matters? You mean to exterminate demons at the front lines?” Luo Lingfeng said nonchalantly. She looked at Wei Yunshu, and the nightmare that had plagued her for three years seemed to dissipate with the wind. Her heart, like a solitary boat adrift at sea, gradually calmed down. She didn’t know the reason, but she desperately wanted to grasp this feeling, to grasp this person. She had done everything in the past, and her actions were not exactly proper. “To ‘snatch someone’ was not a big deal to her.” So she said to Wei Yunshu, “Fellow Daoist Bo, your fellow disciple from Buzhou did not accompany you. Does she have her own matters? To venture into danger alone, why not travel with my Cloud City?”
This was not the first time Luo Lingfeng had invited her.
There were no cultivators in the Dao Fruit realm in the Fu Li Immortal Realm; those who reached the Cavern Heaven stage were the peak existences, capable of shaking mountains and seas with a gesture. If one received the special attention of a Cavern Heaven True Monarch, they would surely be overjoyed. But Wei Yunshu was different. Firstly, the person in front of her was Luo Lingfeng, and secondly, she herself had cultivated to the Cavern Heaven realm in the past. Wei Yunshu bowed to Luo Lingfeng and said, “I am not a disciple of Cloud City, so I will not trouble True Monarch Luo’s party this time.”
Luo Lingfeng raised her eyebrows and smiled, her smile dazzling, adding splendor to the dilapidated alley. She said, “If you are willing, you can also join my Cloud Sect.”
Wei Yunshu shook her head and said gently, “I dare not.”
“Does Fellow Daoist Bo have a prejudice against the people in my sect?” Luo Lingfeng’s voice rang out again. “You owe me a favor, so why not serve my Cloud Sect by conquering for me? This way, it won’t delay your important matters and you can repay this favor, what do you say?” By the end of her words, Luo Lingfeng’s tone held a hint of impatience. Her spiritual energy circulated around her, as if she were in a nebula of jade mist. If Wei Yunshu refused again, she would simply take her by force.
The more she didn’t want something to happen, the more it did. At this point, Wei Yunshu knew she could no longer refuse. A sense of helplessness welled up in her heart. She still raised her hand and performed a salute, saying, “Thank you.”
Seeing that Wei Yunshu had relented, Luo Lingfeng nodded in satisfaction. She gazed intently at Wei Yunshu and casually asked, “Not everyone can possess immortal grace and Dao charm, but jade-like beauty and ice-like posture are indispensable. Fellow Daoist Bo, is this a disguise technique?” Cultivation for cultivators was also a process of “removing the dross and preserving the essence.” As their cultivation grew, their previous flaws would be compensated for. Therefore, apart from those who were naturally unkempt or had suffered irreversible injuries, the righteous path of the immortal sects mostly had rosy lips and white teeth. With a single charming smile, they possessed unparalleled elegance. It was rare to see someone as ordinary as the person before her. If she had been ordinary from beginning to end, it would be fine, but it was precisely her face that was out of place, always giving her a sense of vague, hazy illusion, like looking at clouds and mountains.
Wei Yunshu said neither humbly nor arrogantly, “With True Monarch’s cultivation, can’t you see through it?”
Luo Lingfeng stared at Wei Yunshu and shook her head as if regretful, “What a pity.”
Wei Yunshu concealed the expression in her eyes and said faintly, “It is merely the skin. If one does not attain the Great Dao, beauty will eventually turn into withered bones, leaving only a handful of yellow earth.”
“Dao?” Luo Lingfeng scoffed, filled with mockery, “True Monarchs of the Cavern Heaven have a lifespan of thousands of years. If one does not enter the Dao Fruit realm, it is all in vain. But look at the Fu Li Immortal Realm; in three thousand years, who has truly attained the Dao and ascended?” She then looked at Wei Yunshu and said, “With your current cultivation, you are thinking too much.”
“That’s not right,” Wei Yunshu frowned and retorted, “The path of the Dao can be sought by the Cavern Heaven, by mortals, and naturally, I can also seek it.” She subtly took in Luo Lingfeng’s listless expression and felt another stir in her heart. Did she seek the power of Cloud City but not the Great Dao? What exactly did she want?
For Luo Lingfeng, hearing about the “Great Dao” was a boring matter.
But she still waited for Wei Yunshu to finish her sentence.
Finally, she said with a smile, “You resemble someone.”
Wei Yunshu’s heart suddenly sank.