This… Shi Jing frowned.
"Kill myself?"
Who would say this? This sounds like the ravings of a madman!
He wanted to dismiss this ridiculous phrase, but he couldn't.
"Seer.. Future sight… This vision is from the future and it must be related to me! What happened in the future for me to repeat this phrase? Did I said this to pass the message to this prophet?"
The clues and information was too vague.
In the Sword Cloud Manor, how many people carry a circular object?
As for Elder Wang, although he was a reincarnated soul of the heavenly court, he didn't suspect this man much.
After all, Shi Jing already killed him once.
From their interaction, Shi Jing wasn't threatened by him. This of course, cannot be said for the future.
The system mission gave him a year limit and he wasn't sure what would happened once that time passed.
This is beside the penalty of death.
Shi Jing thought he could ignore Elder Wang this cycle and try his best to obtain a foundation establishment pill in order to breakthrough.
This would allow him to set another checkpoint.
But it seems like there is another layer of danger he wasn't aware of. Naturally speaking, this could all just be him being overly cautious.
Being the wary individuals that he is, Shi Jing thought began to collide, contemplating the implication of this new variable.
In the end, he sighed.
"At worse, I can just regress again…"
[Shi Jing: This clue is too vague, do you have anything else?]
[Autumn Hall: No. Perhaps I will receive another vision in the near future. If it is related, I will contact you.]
With that final message, Shi Jing closed the chat box.
"Ling Mei…"
Her appearance and sudden contact disrupted his routine. But only for a brief moment.
With his regression ability, he held little concern regarding this ominous vision.
At the same time, he kept her words in the back of his mind and returned to his daily routine.
The sun rested loosely above the clear sky. Despite its light, the warmth was absent. Winter has arrived, and with it a dampened scent.
On the third month, the day before the inner court competition.
Lin Xue visited his mountain peak again.
"Fellow daoist, are you aware that the inner court competition is tomorrow?" She mentioned in passing.
Shi Jing pretended as though he didn't notice the way she addressed him and chuckled lightly.
"Senior sister, I'm sure you are here for another reason."
Her face glow a little as her lip curled into a charming smile.
She liked this youth, not just for his understanding of the sword or the manner in which he carries himself.
But also the way he does not use flowery words and flattery. His demeanor is like a sharp sword, straight forward to the point.
"Pardon my intrusion, but I can't help but have another question."
Hearing this, Shi Jing gestured for her to come inside.
"As long as you have spirit stones with you, you are welcome," He said, staring at the storage pouch on her thin waist.
His answered made her giggled softly. She wasn't offended by his words.
Once again, there was still a lack of chairs. She didn't mind and simply took a seat at the flat stone she sat a month ago.
"What question does senior sister have?" He asked as he stared at this feminine figure.
Over the past month, among the hundred middle-grade spirit stone that was gifted to him, only a third remained.
Absorbing these spirit stone without a proper cultivation art was truly inefficiency. Out of ten spirit stone, he was lucky to retain just one third of its essence.
This heavy consumption was not something he can handle with his meager income.
Lin Xue arrival actually relieved some of the pressure off his shoulder.
"You said that sword is like life. What do you mean by this?" She asked carefully, examining his expression.
His gaze was resting on her figure.
Yet even though his eyes laid on her without reservation, she wasn't uncomfortable.
His mind was elsewhere as he murmured.
"What is life?" He repeated to himself.
Then, his eyes focused, piercing deep into her mind.
"What do you pursue in life, senior sister?"
Once again, his question stunned her.
She didn't expect this to be reflected, just like the first time she asked him about swords.
Taken by surprise, she couldn't really come up with an appropriate answer.
It was only after a long stretch of silence did she spoke up.
"I want to pursue the sword path, comprehend the sword, and walk the path of cultivation to its end." She said.
Hearing this, Shi Jing sneered.
"Pursue the sword path and comprehend the sword? Walk the path of cultivation to its end? Ridiculous!"
Almost unnoticeable, a frown appeared on her face.
Although she respect Shi Jing as a fellow daoist, there was a limit to what she considered being courteous.
However, his subsequent words changed her mind.
"Everyone wants to walk the path of cultivation. This is because of the fear of death. The further down the path of cultivation, the longer a cultivator can live.
At the same time, cultivation grant them great power. Thus, achieving fame and wealth.
This is the goal of all cultivators."
He paused to observe her face, then sighed.
"Tell me, senior sister. Is this your true desire, true wants, or is it the whispers and words of others repeated to you since birth?"
Hearing this, Lin Xue was stunned.
She didn't know what to say or how to response. Because his words pierced deep into her heart.
And for just a moment, her eyes reflected the various scene of her past.
Lin Xue's memories flickered like candlelight in the wind, each scene more vivid than the last.
In truth, Lin Xue was a genius since birth. Even more so than Ming Ye from the Ming estate of Cangwu city.
Even before entering the Sword Cloud Manor, she has already attained a few major mastery of various sword arts.
This earned her considerable fame and praises from her peer and elders.
Unfortunately, all this made her believe that she must uphold their expectation, not realizing it was poison to her potential.
It can even be said that Lin Xue, on the path of cultivation, has yet to encounter a bottleneck.
However, after being stagnant at the peak of Sword-Imitation, she was disheartened.