Senior Sister Bai Yueguang is incredibly strong.

Chapter 91 Travels (5)

Luo, submerged in the water, conjured the Luoshui Sword and looked at Anan.

Anan staggered toward the street: "In the water...in the water...how could I be so confused? What a coincidence! Come on, come on, I'll take you to see the head of the family. It's been so many years, it's time to see her. I'm getting senile."

Luo Zai Shui followed Anan's steps, feeling as if a jar of something had been overturned in her heart, a mixture of sourness and bitterness, along with a touch of intoxication, making her feel somewhat dizzy.

"Senior, I..."

Looking at the Luoshui Sword in her hand, Luo Zai Shui felt a sudden heaviness in her heart. She had thought she would never draw the Luoshui Sword in her life, thus severing all ties with her past. But now, the opportunity to draw this sword was before her. What should she choose?

For a moment, the two remained silent.

Anan led her to a ruin, pointed ahead, and said in a trembling voice, "We're home."

Luo looked expressionlessly at the ruins before him. Beneath the broken walls, the former grandeur was still evident, and the Luoshui sword in his hand emitted a mournful cry.

“I should remember.” A tear rolled down Anan’s cheek. “Back then, I stood here, watching the raging fire, powerless to do anything. I could still hear you crying then. I wanted to rush in and save people, but they stopped me. Your cries grew fainter and fainter. Later, the fire was extinguished, but I couldn’t find you or the head of the family. I lied to myself, saying that with the head of the family’s abilities, she must have taken you away and would come back once she recovered. So I waited and waited here, year after year, until everyone here had left. Finally, I waited.”

Following Anan's gaze, Luo Zai Shui was suddenly pulled hard from behind, as if her soul had been separated from her body, and she was suddenly engulfed in flames.

"Help! There's a fire!"

"No, the fire is too big. Where are the patriarch and the others?"

"No matter how much spiritual power I use, I can't extinguish this water!"

"Master! Master! Run!"

"Go! Go quickly!"

Amid the panicked crowd, several figures in red-patterned white robes seized the opportunity to launch a wanton massacre.

Luo Zai Shui recognized them immediately as members of the Wen family.

"Adu, quickly take Shui'er and go."

A man in blue was supporting a pale-faced woman, who was also holding a crying baby in her arms.

"Did the others retreat?" The woman remained relatively calm. "They came for me and Shui'er. You take Shui'er and leave first. I've already sent a message to A-Jing, and he'll be here to help soon."

"No, you take Shui'er and go, I'll hold them off! Go quickly!"

As the man in blue turned around, he seemed to make eye contact with Luo Zai Shui. Both of them were stunned for a moment, but the man went in another direction without hesitation, as if that momentary eye contact was just Luo Zai Shui's illusion.

After the man in blue left, the woman in white, without bothering to comfort the crying baby in her arms, turned and ran to the other side.

The fire was lit in a way that was so ingenious that no magical implement could extinguish it, and it could burn anything it touched to ashes.

Luo could no longer see the man in blue in the water; she could only flee with the woman in white.

Seeing that the Wen family was about to come looking for her, Luo Zai Shui's heart immediately jumped into her throat.

The woman in white, holding an infant in her arms, though pale-faced, still gripped her sword: "May I ask why the Wen family has taken advantage of our weakness to harass my Wen family?"

"Just as the patriarch said, members of the Luo family cannot use their spiritual power for a period of time after childbirth. Otherwise, how could this small karmic fire have trapped the Snow Spirit bloodline nurtured by Heaven and Earth? Don't you agree, Patriarch Luo?"

Luo Du frowned: "Aren't you afraid that if other aristocratic families find out, they will gang up on you?"

The man chuckled maliciously, "Patriarch Luo, you don't need to worry. Someone will take the blame for the Wen family. However, it's rumored that the Xue Ling lineage all possess the purest ice spirit roots, especially the women. I wonder if Patriarch Luo's lineage has inherited this?"

"Help! The demons are coming—"

"Run! Run!"

"Master Luo, save me!"

The cries for help outside pierced Luo Du's eardrums, as did Luo Zai Shui's. Through the high walls, she saw the tragedy of that day.

Amidst screams and cries for help, the man's voice whispered like a demon: "Why don't you entrust the young master to us, Patriarch Luo, so that you won't suffer any physical pain?"

"You bastards! They were just innocent civilians! How could you... how could you collude with the demons!"

Luo Du was trembling with rage, and the child in his arms began to cough incessantly. Luo Du knew that he had to fight his way out today.

Although he couldn't use spiritual power, Luo Du was still one of the best swordsmen back then.

Luo Zai Shui was horrified. Luo Du was weak after childbirth, and no matter how strong she was, she couldn't withstand being ganged up on by a group of people. Moreover, these people came prepared and had no intention of leaving any survivors. The child in her arms was also a huge burden.

Before long, Luo Du was covered in bruises, her white dress stained bright red, and the child in her arms fell silent. The Wen family members were in no better shape; they were all injured and dared not move forward.

"What's there to be afraid of? She's just an injured woman; what can she possibly do? Let's bring them all on together!"

Another attack ensued, and Luo Zai Shui felt a strange, sharp pain in her heart.

Please, someone, anyone will do, please save her.

No one knows how many injuries Luo Du endured, but she finally couldn't hold on any longer and knelt on the ground.

Luo Zai Shui's gaze followed her and saw what the group of Wen family members who had rushed over were carrying: the head of the man in blue from earlier.

Luo Du couldn't hold on any longer and completely collapsed, which caused Luo Zai Shui to collapse as well.

Tears streamed down my face uncontrollably.

"what--"

Luo Du's cries resonated with the mournful cry of the Luo Shui sword in Luo Zai Shui's hand.

It tells the story of the tragedy of that day.

"Sister!"

The person who prayed by Luo in the water finally arrived; it was Xie Jing, who was even younger.

"Sister, let's go!" Xie Jing waved his folding fan, and countless heads fell to the ground.

"puff--"

A mouthful of blood gushed from Luo Du's mouth, and she could no longer hold on and collapsed into Xie Jing's arms.

"Sister—Sister—"

With her last bit of strength, Luo Du placed the child in Xie Jing's arms.

"This child... is called... is called Zai Shui, the name you gave her back then... cough cough cough... They've discovered the Luo family's secret, don't let Zai Shui... don't let her be discovered..."

"Sister, don't speak yet. Let me take you to heal your wounds first. Where's Chu Yuan? Where is he? Why isn't he with you!"

Xie Jing seemed to be going crazy. He tried to pick up Luo Du, but he was holding a child in his arms and couldn't manage it. Following Luo Du's gaze, he found Chu Yuan, his brother-in-law and Shui's biological father, among a pile of heads.

Luo Du turned his head to look in Chu Yuan's direction, and his eyes met Luo Zai Shui's. Luo Zai Shui seemed to see a smile on that person's face, and she closed her eyes in eternal silence.

"Sister-"

Luo Zai Shui had never seen Xie Jing so disheveled and so crazed.

He went on a killing spree, and none of the Wen family members in the Luo family survived.

He was covered in wounds and holding a child in his arms. His former home was now in ruins. He looked around blankly, like a helpless child.

It wasn't until the child in his arms coughed that he was brought back to reality. The child seemed to be sick. He panicked and, ignoring his own wounds, turned around to look for his sister and brother-in-law's bodies.

Everything had turned to ashes. Luo Du and her husband turned into dust and scattered into the wind, leaving behind only a homeless Taoist priest and an orphan without parents.

Luo Zai Shui's soul was suddenly pulled back. When she came to her senses, she was already a tearful mess, and the Luo Shui Sword was quietly floating in front of her.

From this point on, the Luo River recognized its master.