Chapter 482: The Light of Righteousness

Chapter 482: The Light of Righteousness

In Liu Shuqin’s eyes, the Puhan Dynasty was in a golden age; the alien races had retreated, and the people lived in peace and prosperity.

She returned to her hometown, where the peace she had long pursued was finally realized.

On the streets, storytellers shared their tales passionately, and she found a spot to sit and listen along with the common folk.

A simple life was truly valuable; if she could spend her days with the one she loved in tranquility, that would be enough.

In Wutu City stood a stage for performers, where countless citizens gathered to enjoy the shows. Invited by the people, Liu Shuqin stepped onto the stage.

There, a delicately crafted guqin awaited her. Sitting by the instrument, she faced the eager audience, her smile radiant.

Like a spring breeze bringing warmth, her captivating smile healed the hearts of the people.

She gently plucked the strings, and soon, a series of elegant notes flowed out, reaching the ears of the listeners.

The beautiful, soothing sound of the guqin enchanted everyone; more and more people came, praising her music.

Though she had performed for the royal family and received acknowledgments from the emperor and high officials, she preferred playing for the commoners, wishing to see their happiness.

With clouds of white and a sky of blue, the day was simply beautiful.

However…

Suddenly, a string snapped as she played, the melody was disrupted; the enchanting music turned into a cacophony.

At that moment, the entire city was engulfed in darkness.

The sky roared with thunder and lightning, and countless black-clothed men emerged, wielding blades and slaughtering the audience.

Chaos erupted; people fled in panic, colliding with one another, many fell, screams echoed everywhere.

Swords fell mercilessly, blood splattered, and the citizenry collapsed into pools of blood.

Liu Shuqin knew not who these black-clothed men were, but she couldn’t bear to see them slaughtering the innocent people in front of her, nor the sight of blood running like rivers.

She instantly set aside the guqin and grabbed the spirit sword nearby. In an instant, she transformed from a refined noble lady into a righteous cultivator, showing no fear despite the overwhelming number of foes.

Kill! Drive the rogues out of Wutu City!

With the determination to fight to the death, Liu Shuqin battled the black-clothed men. Using her superb swordsmanship and cultivation, she summoned spirits with her sword, cutting down one enemy after another.

Yet, the black-clothed men were many; even as she felled a group, she couldn’t defeat them all. As the fighting dragged on, she began to tire and struggle.

The more they pressed, the more they surrounded her like shadows, waiting for a weary prey to fall.

Breathing heavily while leaning on her sword, Liu Shuqin realized she couldn’t hold out much longer. It was only a matter of time before she would perish.

“Hahaha, you can still last this long.”

The crowd of black-clothed men parted to reveal a masked man who stepped forward, clapping his hands continuously.

“You’ve done well to endure, but it’s futile. You cannot save them, nor this city. You can only watch them die, watch this city meet its doom.”

With a snap of his fingers, flames erupted throughout Wutu City. The people ran in all directions, screaming, as the once peaceful city turned into a hellscape.

“Who are you? Why are you doing this?!”

Exhausted, Liu Shuqin shouted in rage, but her cries couldn’t change anything.

The masked man laughed sinisterly:

“You don’t need to concern yourself with who we are. Countless external foes are coming to this land. You long for peace and prosperity, but when the enemies arrive, what will you do?”

“I can protect them.”

“Protect? Don’t make me laugh. Do you see? They’re all dead, the city is burning. You can’t save anyone, not even yourself.”

“Stop talking!”

Liu Shuqin covered her ears, recalling earlier today in Tian Lin when she encountered harsh words directed at her. Though she had calmed her heart, those sentiments resurfaced.

The masked man continued to taunt her:

“Hmph, look at you, trying to save the world despite being utterly ordinary, devoid of talent. In the end, you can’t save anyone; you only delude yourself with fleeting kindness.”

“Stop… just stop.”

Liu Shuqin tightly covered her ears, yet the taunts persisted, growing louder, an unbearable weight that pain surged through her.

Watching her anguish, despair, and suffering, the masked man reveled in joy. Soon, she would collapse, destroyed by his wicked words, left in despair.

Beneath the darkened sky, awesome flames blazed, surrounded by black-clothed men wielding blood-stained blades. Liu Shuqin saw no glimmer of hope, and in this battle, she would die.

Even if she tried her hardest, her mediocre talent could never save the people in such a catastrophe. She could only watch as they perished.

Perhaps she truly was overestimating her abilities. She had no strength, yet she spoke of saving humanity and upholding justice, only to end up with nothing.

What more could she do…

Liu Shuqin lowered her head, covering her ears, her eyes lost in oblivion. Just as she was about to fall, a crack appeared in the dark clouds above, and radiant sunlight poured down.

Like the light of righteousness.

The masked man was startled, “What’s going on? How did part of the dark clouds part to let the sunlight in?”

This dream was supposed to be under his control; this shouldn’t happen.

He looked up in astonishment, and in that instant, a young figure wearing white and exuding an aura of immortality descended from the heavens atop a spirit sword.

“Who is that?!”

The masked man screamed, taken aback; he had no idea who this was, as this character shouldn’t exist in a dream controlled by him.

Meanwhile, in the sky.

“What the hell is this place?”

The white-clothed youth landed gracefully, gazing down at the devastated land, where flames consumed the city, surrounded by fierce beasts and corpses, resembling a hell on earth.

“Looks like I’ve arrived somewhere nice. Wait, no…”

He scanned his surroundings, noticing something was off.

Being surrounded by an aura of immortality while clad in ethereal white, he radiated an otherworldly beauty.

As for his appearance…

He waved his hand, and a mirror appeared before him, allowing him to see his face.

It was his own, yet his aura was vastly different from before.

Now, he exuded a celestial charm, his long black hair cascading down his shoulders, looking strikingly divine.

“Dude, who am I? Am I really me?!”

The youth gasped, recognizing himself as nothing short of a celestial being, even more extraordinary than any regular immortal.

In that moment, a multitude of black-clothed men shot up from the ground, surrounding Lin Nuo.

“What are these guys?”

Unclear of the situation, he felt certain that defeating them was the right choice.