Chapter 387: Who The Hell Is Your Dao Companion?!
The incident had happened so suddenly, Luo Wusheng's mind practically shut down.
Just moments ago, he'd been calmly considering what question to ask that so-called Sword Emperor. He had absolutely no mental preparation for things to go this sideways.
This wasn't even close to the scenario he'd imagined.
Given the Soulblade Specter's weakened state, things should've followed a more traditional path—an exchange of information, a bit of probing, maybe some verbal sparring. So how had it ended… like that?
And the only thing it left behind was—
Luo Wusheng stared at the words now etched onto the short wooden sword in his hand, scalp tingling with dread.
Still no response from the other side.
Little Yuli might be in the middle of cultivation. Or maybe asleep. Or—just maybe—she'd seen the message and had a full-blown mental crash, like him.
Damn it. Was that self-proclaimed Sword Emperor secretly some kind of professional phone scammer?
Even the message itself had a suspicious level of restraint—like it was carefully worded to hit hardest without overreaching. He even dropped the usual arrogant tone and opened with those two deadly lines...
Maybe he'd just believed that a short, direct blow would be more effective.
And unfortunately... he was right.
Dead center. Bullseye. Straight to Luo Wusheng's weakest point.
So what now?
He didn't even know how to use any high-level tricks to retract a sent message. Could he claim his sword got hacked?
...No, that would only make it worse.
'Calm down. It might not become the disaster you're imagining.'
But time seemed to stretch endlessly, each breath drawn in slow motion, every passing second filled with internal screaming.
Right now, Luo Wusheng had no attention to spare for anything else. His entire focus was fixed on the short wooden sword in his hand—
—when, at last, it began to tremble.
. . . . . . .
Meanwhile, in a mansion within the Royal City, inside a quiet room.
After waiting and waiting with no sign of a message from her Senior Brother—and having grown bored of teasing the innocent little girl staying in the house—Bai Xiaoyao had long since retreated to her room under the excuse of continuing her cultivation.
That left only Lu Yuliu in the room.
It was already late. A warm lantern glowed softly inside, while outside the window, night had fully fallen, the sky scattered with distant stars.
Earlier, while the demoness was still around, the sword fairy had done her best to act indifferent—aloof, even. But even while meditating, her mind kept drifting toward the short wooden sword sitting close at hand.
And so, when the message finally arrived, she happened to be standing by the window, gently holding the Star-Moon Jade pendant at her chest, comparing it to the brightest star in the sky. Every now and then, she'd giggle softly to herself.
"Hm? He finally decided to send a message?"
The original protagonist of this world blinked in surprise as her eyes caught the glowing script forming on the wooden sword.
She remembered the complaint she'd sent the night before he left.
Though she'd withdrawn that message afterward, she was certain he'd read it.
'Could it be… he remembered what I said? Maybe after finishing whatever he was doing, he finally decided to pick up the story where he left off?'
R-Really now...
She had clearly told him to forget about it. She wasn't that upset over something so small. At most, she cared a teeny, tiny bit. Like... dust-sized.
But now that he'd actually sent her a message, she couldn't just ignore it, could she?
She supposed she'd have to take a look. Reluctantly.
Besides, she and Bai Xiaoyao had that earlier agreement—but there was no need to tell her about this, right?
Her heart rippled, like a still lake disturbed by a falling petal.
She let the Star-Moon Jade pendant fall from her fingers, resting softly against her chest where her heart beat quietly beneath.
Taking a deep breath, Lu Yuliu curved her lips into a faint, expectant smile. She rested her chin on one hand and reached for the short wooden sword with the other.
But the moment she read the first line of the message, Lu Yuliu's brow furrowed slightly in confusion.
"My biggest secret...?"
Wasn't her biggest secret the fact that she was the Sword Ancestor's successor?
Didn't he already know that? He'd figured it out ages ago, hadn't he? Why bring it up again now?
...Was he just trying to mess with her?
Something about the message felt… off.
Sure, that annoying guy loved teasing her—but he always started with a greeting. The usual routine: "Little Yuli," "My dear Little Yuli," or if he was feeling particularly shameless, "My adorable Little Yuli."
But this time, he'd skipped all that and dove straight into something strange.
Perplexed, her eyes moved down to the next line.
And then she froze.
She stayed that way for quite a while—still as a statue—before finally, almost without thinking, tapping out a reply on her messaging sword.
[?]
Just a single question mark. But it said everything.
Her master?
Why was he suddenly bringing up her master? Why would he—that annoying guy—mention her master so casually in a private message?
Then, like a lightning bolt through her mind, Lu Yuliu remembered—
If they were talking about her current "biggest secret," the one she was keeping hidden from him...
Then maybe it wasn't the Sword Ancestor identity that mattered most anymore.
It was…
Still lost in thought, the wooden sword in her hand vibrated again.
[Ahem. Not going to say anything, my adorable Little Yuli?]
[Strange… Back when I teased you like this before, you never stayed this calm. Let me guess—you really do have some "biggest secret" you're hiding from me?]
Those two new lines finally brought back a sense of familiarity.
That teasing tone—that annoying, smug rhythm she knew all too well.
[I-I don't!]
She replied without thinking, then immediately felt her scalp tighten in embarrassment.
Her bright eyes scanned the latest messages again, combing through every word for hidden meaning.
Was he really just teasing me again...?
He probably was. He always teased her like this. Always got on her nerves—and yet, no matter how much he annoyed her, she could never quite bring herself to stay angry.
But still…
Was it really just teasing this time?
Something told her otherwise.
Especially that part about her master…
Another message arrived:
[It's nothing serious. I was just saying it casually. Everyone's allowed to have a few secrets—it's perfectly normal. It's not like I'm going to press you about it or anything… Ahem. I was only messaging you because I finished some things on my side and had a bit of free time. Thought I'd check in and chat.]
[Really… is that all it is?]
[But of course! I've been busy all day. How would I even have the energy to go digging for your "biggest secret," hmm?]
...That did sound kind of reasonable.
What Lu Yuliu failed to realize was that, without noticing, she had let him steer the entire conversation. Her thoughts were now flowing exactly in the direction he had set.
And yet—despite that—something still felt off.
This was a matter she didn't dare take lightly.
[Then why did you specifically mention my Master in your message?]
If he were just teasing her to get a reaction, the first line would've been more than enough.
Sure, he might've added a second line to raise the stakes—but why that follow-up?
Why mention her master, of all things?
Strictly speaking, that man had never even met her master face-to-face.
And beyond that… something about his replies felt strange too…
Too rushed.
Too eager to explain.
Like he was trying just a little too hard to act normal.
In that moment, the Sword Fairy felt as if she had entered the most perceptive state of her entire life.
Her senses were sharp. Her instincts were screaming.
The next response came after a slight delay.
[Mm… Or would you rather I say it's my Junior Sister's biggest secret? Or perhaps someone else's?]
Her expression froze. The hand that had been propping up her chin curled into a loose fist, her fingers tightening slightly without her realizing.
She was trying to analyze it, to piece together what he might mean—
But before she could sort her thoughts, another message arrived.
This time, the tone shifted.
[Phew, looks like my Little Yuli really does care this time... Alright then, let me put it another way.]
[I've indeed learned a certain big secret that concerns you.]
[Actually...]
Lu Yuliu's gaze locked onto the glowing words on her wooden sword. Her breath caught. She swallowed without meaning to.
Could he really have found something?
Had her earlier suspicion been correct?
Maybe he didn't know the full truth about her master—but maybe it was related? Something close to the mark?
Her thoughts spiraled—
And then the sword vibrated again.
Delivering the long-awaited final line:
[Actually, I'm the Dao Companion you lost three years ago by the shores of Daming Lake… I've been waiting all this time for you to call me "Dearest Husband" again, my dearest Little Yuli.]
???
It was like lightning struck her brain.
Lu Yuliu stood frozen in place, stunned into complete numbness.
Her vision blurred with disbelief as her mind fixated on that single absurd message. Then—her face turned scarlet in an instant.
What the hell is this guy talking about?!
Three years ago, she'd still been a struggling inner disciple at the Sword Sect—one of the weakest among the Peak Master's personal students. She'd barely left Frosty Snow Peak, let alone had time for that kind of drama.
Meanwhile, he was already the infamous Demon Sect Holy Saint—feared, admired, and gossiped about in every major region.
Where would they even have met, much less…
It was clearly another one of his pranks. A ridiculous inside joke, twisted from something she'd accidentally said during that moment of emotional instability.
He was just trying to get a rise out of her again.
"Who wants to call you 'Dearest Husband'?!"
[Pah! Who the hell is your Dao Companion?! You're spouting nonsense again—If that's my biggest secret, then what about my master's—are you going to say she's your Dao Companion too?!]
[Huh? How'd you know?]
[Can't you at least come up with a more believable lie when you're trying to fool me?!]
Did he think she was that gullible? That she'd fall for such a cheap story?
…And yet.
Dao Companion…
The phrase echoed in her mind longer than it should have. A stray thought slipped through the cracks and made her cheeks flush even redder.
Her thoughts tangled into a chaotic mess, far louder than she wanted to admit.
[Hehe~ You just said you don't believe me, right? Well, too late! I've said it now. Every word is true—believe it or not~ (tactical lean back)]
[Like hell it is!]
She instinctively shot back with one of his own favorite lines, her tone brimming with indignation.
She never actually said she didn't believe him.
She just… didn't want to admit she was thinking too hard about it.
Still, the more she turned it over in her head, the more it felt like there wasn't really a serious problem behind any of this.
'Yeah… if he had actually uncovered something major, knowing him, he'd never be able to resist bragging about it to my face. He wouldn't have danced around it like this.'
Which could only mean one thing:
She was being paranoid.
Probably still shaken from the experience inside the Sword Ancestor's inheritance—the terrifying dreamscape had clearly left a deeper mark than she'd realized.
Finally, the Sword Fairy let out a long breath, her shoulders relaxing.
Chapter 387: Who Are You Calling Dao Companion?!
The incident happened so suddenly that Luo Wusheng's mind practically froze.
Just moments ago, he had been pondering what questions to ask that so-called Sword Emperor. He had absolutely no mental preparation for a turn of events like this.
This was nothing like the scenario he had imagined!
Judging by the specter's condition, things should have progressed more normally: a back-and-forth exchange where each party tried to gather the information they wanted. So how had it all ended so abruptly?
And what it left behind was...
Luo Wusheng stared at the writing now etched on the short wooden sword in his hand, his scalp tingling.
There was still no response from the other end.
Little Yuli might be in cultivation or asleep, unable to check her messages in time. Or maybe, just maybe—like him—she saw the contents and had a complete mental crash.
Damn it. Was that self-proclaimed Sword Emperor actually some kind of professional phone scammer? Even his letter showed a suspicious amount of restraint—like he knew that saying too much would be a mistake. He even dropped the usual haughty speech quirk and chose those two lines as the opening...
Fine, maybe that entity simply believed that starting this way would be more effective. But it just so happened to hit the bullseye—right at his vulnerable spot.
So now what?
He didn't even know how to use any high-level trick to retract the message. Could he still pretend his account got hacked?
'...No, trying to patch it up like that would only make things worse.'
'Calm down. It might not develop into the disaster you're imagining...'
At that moment, time itself seemed to stretch, each passing breath feeling like an eternity in his swirling thoughts.
Right now, Luo Wusheng had no attention to spare for anything else. He focused all his mind on the short sword in his hand.
Then, at last, the sword began to tremble.
…
Within a Royal City mansion, inside a quiet room.
After waiting and waiting with no sign of a message from her Senior Brother—and having had enough fun teasing the innocent little girl staying in the house—Bai Xiaoyao had long since returned to her room under the excuse of cultivation.
That left only Lu Yuliu alone in the room.
It was quite late now. A warm light flickered inside, and the night outside had deepened, the sky dotted with a few scattered stars.
Earlier, when the demoness was still around, the sword fairy had tried her best to act indifferent and annoyed. But even while in a meditative state, her mind would occasionally drift toward the short wooden sword she kept close.
When the sudden message finally arrived, she happened to be standing by the window, holding the Star-Moon Jade pendant on her chest and comparing it to the brightest star in the sky—occasionally letting out soft, dreamy giggles.
"Hm? He finally decided to send a message?"
The original protagonist of this world blinked in surprise at the incoming message.
She recalled the complaint she had made the night before he departed.
Though she'd retracted that message afterward, she was sure he had seen it.
'Could it be… that guy remembered what I said, and after finishing his business today, decided to pick up the story where he left off?'
R-Really now... She had clearly told him to forget about it. She wasn't that bothered by such a small thing. At most, she cared a teeny-tiny bit—like, dust-sized!
But now that he'd sent her a message, she couldn't just ignore it. She supposed she'd reluctantly take a look...
Speaking of which, although she and Bai Xiaoyao had made that agreement earlier, there was no need to tell her about this, right?
Her heart rippled like a calm lake stirred by falling stones.
She let the Star-Moon Jade pendant slip from her white fingers and fall gently onto her chest, over where her heart beat quietly beneath.
Collecting herself, the sword fairy curved her lips slightly and propped her chin up with one hand, the other reaching for her short wooden sword.
But the moment she read the very first line of the message, her brow furrowed slightly in confusion.
"My biggest secret...?"
Wasn't her biggest secret the fact that she was the successor of the Sword Ancestor?
Didn't that guy already know that ages ago? Why bring it up again now?
...Was he trying to mess with her again?
Lu Yuliu found something about the message… strange.
That annoying man did enjoy teasing her with his words, yes—but usually, he'd start the conversation with some kind of greeting. The typical phrases included things like "Little Yuli,""My dear Little Yuli," or even "My adorable Little Yuli."
But this time, he'd jumped straight into it and blindsided her...
Perplexed, her gaze shifted downward.
Then she froze.
She stayed that way for quite a long while before finally, almost unconsciously, tapping out a reply on her messaging short sword.
[?]
Just a single question mark—but it spoke volumes about her confusion.
Master? Why was he suddenly bringing up her master? Why would he—that annoying guy—mention her master so abruptly in a private message?
Little Yuli suddenly remembered: if they were talking about her current "biggest secret," then the biggest secret she was keeping from that person... might not actually be the fact that she was the Sword Ancestor's successor—
It was...
Still lost in thought, the wooden sword vibrated again in her hand.
[Ahem. Not going to say anything, my adorable Little Yuli?]
[Strange... Back when I teased you like this before, your reactions were never this calm. Let me guess—you really do have some "biggest secret" that you're hiding from me?]
Those two new lines finally brought back some sense of familiarity—that teasing tone, the usual him.
[I-I don't!]
She sent the reply instinctively, then immediately felt her little head tense up.
Her bright eyes locked onto the two most recent lines, parsing out every nuance of what he was implying.
'He… is really just teasing me again?'
There was definitely a mischievous tone to his words—that subtle, playful rhythm she'd come to know all too well.
Truthfully, she was inclined to believe that explanation. It wouldn't be the first time he pulled something like this. He always drove her up the wall with these tricks... and yet, no matter how much she tried, she couldn't bring herself to hate him for it.
But still...
'Was it really just teasing again this time?'
She couldn't say why, but this time—her instincts told her things weren't that simple.
Especially that line about her master...
The next message came in:
[It's nothing serious. I was just saying it casually. Everyone's allowed to have a few secrets—it's perfectly normal. It's not like I'm going to press you about it or anything... Ahem, I was only messaging you because I'd just finished up some business over here and happened to have some free time. Thought I'd check in and chat.]
[Really… is that all it is?]
[But of course! I've been busy all day. How would I even have the energy to go digging for your "biggest secret," hmm?]
...That did sound somewhat reasonable.
What Lu Yuliu failed to notice was that, without her realizing it, Luo Wusheng had completely taken control of the conversation. Her thoughts were now flowing in exactly the direction he had set.
And yet—even so—she couldn't shake the feeling that something was off.
This matter… it was one she felt she could never be too cautious about.
[Then why did you specifically mention my Master in your message?]
If he were just teasing her, looking to get a reaction, the first line alone would've been more than enough.
Of course, it was possible he simply wanted to up the ante by adding a follow-up line—but why, of all things, would he bring up her master?
Strictly speaking, that guy had never even met her master face-to-face.
'And besides… something about his reply felt off too…'
He seemed more rushed than usual. And his wording… it carried a suspiciously heavy dose of explanation?
In that moment, the Sword Fairy felt as if she had entered the most perceptive state of her entire life.
This time, the response from the other end was slightly delayed.
[Mm... Or would you rather I say it's my Junior Sister's biggest secret? Or perhaps someone else's?]
Her expression froze. The hand that had been propping up her chin subconsciously curled into a fist, as if she were deep in thought.
But before she could fully process it, another message came through.
The tone suddenly shifted.
[Phew, looks like my Little Yuli really does care this time... Alright then, let me put it another way.]
[I've indeed learned a certain big secret that concerns you.]
[Actually...]
Lu Yuliu's eyes locked onto the wooden sword in her hand. She couldn't help but swallow hard.
Could her suspicions be right? Had he actually uncovered something? Was that why he'd been acting a bit off?
Maybe he hadn't learned the full truth about her master—but it was still something related to her?
Just as these thoughts circled in her mind, the wooden sword vibrated again—delivering the long-awaited final line:
[Actually, I'm the Dao Companion you lost three years ago by the shores of Daming Lake... I've been waiting all this time for you to call me "Dearest Husband" again, my dearest wife.]
???
Like a lightning bolt striking her body, that single message stunned Lu Yuliu into total numbness. Her vision filled with only that sentence, and her face flushed a deep crimson in an instant.
'What the hell is this guy saying—?!'
Three years ago, she had still been a struggling inner disciple of the Sword Sect—one of the weakest even among the Peak Master personal disciples. She'd rarely left Frosty Snow Peak. Meanwhile, he was already the Demon Sect Holy Saint, famed far and wide for his unmatched talent.
How could there possibly have been anything between them?
It was clearly just him poking fun at her again, deliberately using that ridiculous title to make her remember what she said during her "episode"...
'Who wants to call you Dearest Husband?!'
[Pah! Who the hell is your Dao Companion?! You're spouting nonsense again— If that's my biggest secret, then what about my master's—are you going to say she's your Dao Companion too?!]
[Huh? How'd you know?]
[Can't you at least come up with a more believable lie when you're trying to fool me?!]
Does he think she's that dumb? That she'd actually believe something like that?
And yet... Dao Companion...
Some errant thought flitted through her mind, deepening the red on her cheeks. Her head filled with so many thoughts that everything just turned into a chaotic mess.
[Hehe~ You just said you don't believe me, right? Well, too late! I've said it now. Every word is true—believe it or not~ (tactical lean back)]
[Like hell It is!]
Lu Yuliu fired back, sounding none too pleased.
She never said she didn't believe him. She was just being cautious about how she responded to the whole thing…
But now, she was starting to think that maybe there really wasn't a problem after all.
'Yeah, if he'd actually discovered something serious, with the way he loves to show off, he definitely would've bragged about it to my face the moment he had the chance… but he didn't.'
That being the case, there could only be one explanation.
She was just being paranoid.
It's probably a side effect from what she'd experienced in the Sword Ancestor's inheritance—the terrifying dreamscape had clearly left a lingering mark.
The Sword Fairy let out a long breath of relief.
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