112: Chapter 94: The Tide, Stars (Monthly Ticket Extra and End of Volume)_3 112: Chapter 94: The Tide, Stars (Monthly Ticket Extra and End of Volume)_3 “Young Master Xie, you are truly my benefactor!”
Deng Chicheng was the first to step forward, “Thank you, benefactor, for saving my life, thank you for your blessing!”
His knees weakened, and he was about to perform a kowtow.
Xie Xuanyi flicked his finger and sent a wisp of Primordial Energy to hold him up.
“There’s no need for such ceremony—”
Xie Xuanyi shook his head and said, “Instead of thanking me, you should be grateful to yourself for having such a good daughter.”
Although his knees were held up, Deng Chicheng still performed a kowtow in the air.
Xie Xuanyi hadn’t expected this turn of events, and he sighed softly in his heart.
Deng Chicheng only managed one kowtow before feeling a surge of force, preventing him from bowing a second time no matter how hard he tried.
He looked at Xie Zhen with a complex expression.
He was genuinely grateful to the young man.
As the matter of Yuzhu Town was something Xie Zhen preferred not to speak about, he didn’t mention a word.
Young Master Xie made those comments because he was so transcendent that he didn’t care about repaying his deeds.
His daughter had been in Yuzhu Town for twenty years, leading an ordinary life.
If not for meeting the benefactor, where would she have had the opportunity to cultivate, to learn formation, to be accepted into the Taoist sect?
Xie Xuanyi waved his hand, signaling that Deng Chicheng’s gratitude was received, and there was no need for further ceremony.
Deng Chicheng understood that the benefactor liked tranquillity and had probably come to see them off at Carp Tide River mostly out of respect for Baiyi.
He left slowly, without causing any more commotion, but before he departed, he hugged his daughter softly.
The City Lord of Lichao City and the others stood by the riverbank, watching the caravan depart.
Seeing off, seeing off.
They were not just seeing off the Deng family but also Deng Baiyi.
Today, the people of the Deng family were heading south to the Imperial City.
Deng Baiyi was also going south, yet she was to follow “Master” Tang Fengshu for her Taoist cultivation.
The river tide surged.
A man and a woman stood dozens of feet apart, looking at each other in silence.
“Remember the array patterns I’ve taught you, but do just that—remember them, and no matter what, don’t pass them on to others.”
“Once you’re at the Taoist sect, you’ll need to start over with the mental method.
World Pavilion’s mental method is good, but the one I taught you is not bad either…
If you have time, you can practice both.”
“Although you admire Sword Immortals, becoming an Array Master would also be an extremely good thing.”
Xie Xuanyi spoke very slowly.
Deng Baiyi listened seriously, but these admonitions weren’t what she wanted to hear…
The young lady in plain white clothes had purposely applied makeup today to hide her weariness.
Deng Baiyi clenched her teeth, her chest heaving.
During the journey to Qing State, she kept saying that she didn’t want to go.
Yet at the time of parting.
The words “I don’t want to go” weighed heavily on her.
She knew that some words, if not spoken boldly now, would become much harder to say later.
Deng Baiyi took a deep breath and said sadly, “But Xie Zhen, I don’t want to leave.”
The wind along the riverbank blew by.
In the distant North Sea, Tang Fengshu, returning alone with a horsetail whisk and blown by the sea breeze, suddenly tapped his whisk and stopped at the farthest point where he could see the riverbank scene.
In front of those who had come to see them off, Xie Xuanyi sighed softly.
He took a few steps forward, extended his hand, and straightforwardly wiped the tears from Deng Baiyi’s cheeks.
“There is no feast that doesn’t come to an end.”
Xie Xuanyi shook his head and said, “Don’t cry, crying will ruin your makeup, and you won’t look good.”
Deng Baiyi looked at the young man in front of her, dazed.
“If I remember correctly, back in Yuzhu Town, you said you wanted freedom, to be free from the confines of Northern County, not having to look at other people’s faces…”
Xie Xuanyi whispered softly, “I’m sorry, I can’t give you that freedom.
Deng Baiyi trembled all over.
In the distance of the great river.
A horsetail whisk skimmed the surface of the water, casting myriad flashes of light.
The Pavilion Master in a water-drenched green gown stood on the whisk, her hands clasped behind her back, silently watching this unfold.
“Deng Baiyi, go to World Pavilion and cultivate well.”
Xie Xuanyi smiled, “Next time we meet, you’ll be a Sword Immortal, the kind that can fly in the sky.”
(End of the first update, fire lit.)