Chapter 007: The Descent of the Martial Star (I)

She has a pair of crescent-shaped Danfeng eyes, which appear small, yet possess a spirit more vibrant than any pair of sparkling large eyes. Her face is exquisitely delicate to the utmost degree, with a neck as graceful as a swan's, and her slender shoulders complement the curve of her neck, creating a serene beauty that evokes a desire to cherish and protect her. The most distinctive feature about her is the two long braids that cascade down to her hips, adorned with two golden-red ribbons that resemble two colorful feathers dancing with her movements. This evokes an involuntary association with the phoenix. This girl, adorned with phoenix feathers, may very well be the phoenix of the human realm.

The缩地台 at the entrance of the Eighteen Plates of Tianhua Mountain once again emitted a red light. Two streams of azure and silver light flickered like lightning, indicating that two travelers were approaching rapidly

In the woods of the cemetery, a mysterious figure suddenly emerged. He quietly waited for Sui Feng to leave the cemetery gate, then quickly walked to Hong Lingwu's grave, snatching a few nearly burnt-out sheets of drawing paper from the brazier. He focused his energy, and the ashes of the paper arranged themselves in the air, reassembling into the shape of rice paper.

Today marks the selection competition for the Divine Destiny Star, and his fate has finally arrived. The master said that he should be the Divine Destiny Star, the savior destined to save the world. One cannot save the entire world without suffering losses, which means he is very likely to sacrifice his life for this purpose, as predicted by the master. He feels a sense of peace. It should have been this way long ago; it was meant to be. He should have died long ago. Life had already ceased for him on the day he caused the death of his junior sister. Every day that followed has been in shades of black and white for him. He lives as if he is a mere shell of a person.

After an unknown period of time, Sui Feng finally awakened from the frenzy of his fervent writing, staring in astonishment at the drawing paper on his desk

By the way! He suddenly remembered something, "Today is the day of the competition, I am going to become the destined star. Perhaps I will come to find you. I..." His eyes reddened, "I miss you so much, I want to go back to the past... I'm sorry... I'm sorry... I owe you an apology... Please do not forgive me, I am not worthy."

He got on all fours and crawled to the corner of the wall, picking up the crumpled papers again. With both hands apart, he intended to tear them into pieces. However, after several attempts, he finally gave up. He unfolded the crumpled papers, folded them a few times, tucked them into his bosom, and pushed the door open to go out

Sui Feng spread the sheets of paper he held in his arms into the brazier: "I know you must be wanting me to write the sword techniques again. Since childhood, your sword dance has been the most beautiful, yet no one has written the sword techniques that would satisfy you. Over there, you surely cannot find joy either. I hope the sword techniques I write can bring you a little comfort."

Sui Feng took out a fire starter from his bosom, and with a surge of internal energy, a pale red flame suddenly burst forth.

Today, the water flow of the Jiuchongtian Waterfall at Lintai Peak has significantly decreased. The disciples of Qimen, who played all day yesterday, have lost their enthusiasm for surfing. Sui Feng allowed himself to sleep in. This was the most restful sleep he had experienced in eight years. The shadow of his junior sister did not come to seek his life with the night, nor did he spend the entire night repeatedly berating himself. Throughout the night, he did not have a single nightmare, sleeping like a dead man. The shadow of his junior sister did not come to seek his life with the night, nor did he spend the entire night repeatedly berating himself. Throughout the night, he did not have a single nightmare, sleeping like a dead man.

The brilliance of the缩地台 gradually faded after a sudden brightening, and the images of two young girls slowly came into view for the crowd. One of the girls appeared to be a standard beauty of the芝族. She was tall, even exceeding the height of an average human male by three inches. Her hair was styled high, and she wore a loose and comfortable embroidered nightgown, with a pair of fluffy dog-head slippers on her feet, and half a cotton quilt draped over her shoulders. She looked stunningly beautiful, but her eyes were still heavy with sleep, and dark circles hung under her eyes, making her appear as if she had just crawled out of bed. Her hair was styled high, and she wore a loose and comfortable embroidered nightgown, with a pair of fluffy dog-head slippers on her feet, and half a cotton quilt draped over her shoulders. She looked stunningly beautiful, but her eyes were still heavy with sleep, and dark circles hung under her eyes, making her appear as if she had just crawled out of bed.

Alas! With a flick of his hand and a low shout, an orange-red brilliance illuminated the ashes of the drawing paper, and every line drawn by Sui Feng on the paper re-emerged in the radiance.

Sigh, Xiao Hong, you are truly remarkable in your actions. Wasn't Luan weeping blood back then just the same? Sigh... The mysterious guest sighed deeply and finally shook his head vigorously, saying, "In any case, the entire martial world needs to witness this sword technique, if only to let those arrogant young men know that there exists such a genius in this world"

The girl descended from the Martial Star, a genius who mastered the Seventy-Two Sword Techniques of the Moonlit Fragrance Pavilion by the age of nine, is about to arrive. Anyone with even a hint of curiosity should come here to see whether she truly possesses three heads and six arms.

How can you forgive me so easily? I have told you countless times that being too kind can lead to suffering, yet you never listen. You should hate me, you should come to seek vengeance, you should make it impossible for me to sleep peacefully at night. How could you allow me to sleep so soundly yesterday? When I woke up this morning, I had almost forgotten about you

The mysterious guest's gaze swiftly swept over the sword techniques, his palm gradually warming up, and his body trembled uncontrollably. With great difficulty, the ashes of the paper he had gathered in the air suddenly transformed into countless gray butterflies, scattering and fluttering away.

He has once again created a set of sword techniques. However, today’s sword techniques are different from those of the past. The theme of today’s sword techniques is not the moth drawn to the flame, the twilight of the setting sun, or the withering autumn maple. It is not about the western mountains, the setting sun, or the morning frost, nor is it about those fleeting moments that are on the verge of extinction. This set of sword techniques encompasses the entire starry sky, eternal, indestructible, mystical, and distant. There is no destruction, no passing away, no uncertainty about tomorrow; there is only boundless dreams and divinity. This set of sword techniques encompasses the entire starry sky, eternal, indestructible, mystical, and distant. There is no destruction, no passing away, no uncertainty about tomorrow; there is only boundless dreams and divinity

In the cemetery behind Lintai Peak, a cluster of baby’s breath flowers had been placed in front of Hong Lingwu's grave. Sui Feng carefully brushed off the dust from the tombstone with the sleeve of his robe, lit three sticks of incense for her, and placed a brazier neatly in front of the grave

Sui Feng found himself involuntarily seated at the desk in his dormitory, spreading out the four treasures of the study and beginning to fervently paint on paper. The strokes of his brush, wild and unrestrained like Zhang Xu's cursive script, soared and twisted across the rice paper. Sui Feng seemed to see a swordsman dancing with a sword in the morning, freely unleashing a vast and roaring sea of swords, the blade reflecting the blue sky and white clouds, refracting the clear sunlight, as if the entire world was illuminated by the sword's light, burning into a realm of ethereal and otherworldly divine intent.

A nearly savage joy surged within him, akin to a mythical beast that had been imprisoned for many years returning to this long-lost world. Sui Feng felt a tremor in his neck, his face flushed, his eyes blurred, and his lips dry. Tears rolled down the corners of his eyes in a frenzy, each drop soaking the drawing paper on the table.

He threw the firebrand into the brazier, watching the flames consume all the drawing paper. He stood up, wiped away a tear, and turned to leave

The girl beside her caught everyone's attention instantly. She was of average height for a human female, dressed in a simple light blue spring shirt adorned only with a basic spring water pattern. Adding a touch of vibrancy to her attire was a moon-white shawl woven from Su brocade draped over her shoulders. The shawl featured an embroidered bright red vermilion bird, which enlivened the overall color scheme of her outfit.

Unlike all the disciples of the Falling Moon Fragrance Pavilion, she did not hold a sword in her hand; instead, she held a sword manual.

No, no, no, no! No! No! Sui Feng nervously grabbed the scattered rice paper on the table, crumpling them into a ball. "Sui Feng! You are unworthy! You are unworthy! You are unworthy! Why! Why! You deserve to die! You deserve to die! You should have died long ago!" He forcefully threw the crumpled papers into the corner of the wall, then vigorously pounded his fist against his chest until his bones creaked under the impact.

"Truly a violent gathering of heavenly treasures, a violent gathering of heavenly treasures!" The mysterious guest felt a wave of heat in his eyes. He closed his eyes and remained silent for a while, finally managing to calm the surging tides of his heart.

Over the course of eight years, the image of his junior sister began to blur in his mind. At times, he even forgot that he had caused her death. He would inexplicably feel happy. However, after the happiness faded, the guilt would coil around him like a giant python, causing him excruciating heartache. He had to find various ways to punish himself to find peace. This had become his unique obsession. However, after the happiness faded, the guilt would coil around him like a giant python, causing him excruciating heartache. He had to find various ways to punish himself to find peace. This had become his unique obsession.

This morning, after indulging in such a long and leisurely sleep, a peculiar feeling washed over him once again. For no apparent reason, he felt happy. Perhaps it was the brilliant sunshine today, or perhaps it was the time of spring when flowers bloom. ... Perhaps ... . He recalled the beautiful times when his junior sister was still alive. Inspiration surged in his mind like a tide, roaring to break free from its cocoon. This force was so powerful that even Sui Feng's stubborn self-punishment obsession could not suppress it. Inspiration surged in his mind like a tide, roaring to break free from its cocoon. This force was so powerful that even Sui Feng's stubborn self-punishment obsession could not suppress it

"Little Junior Sister, you didn't come to find me yesterday. Have you already forgiven me?" Sui Feng's voice was low and gentle, like the morning breeze

At the Welcome Square, not only the masters of the Qimen sect gathered together. The candidates who had just arrived at Qimen for a day also congregated at the Eighteen Plates. It is truly a miracle that these uniquely eccentric youths, each with their own peculiarities, could coincidentally gather at the Welcome Square. However, no one found it strange.