Chapter 484
Transgression
Just as Lu Mingyin was completely desperate and was about to resign herself to her fate, she picked up the wooden sword and continued to endure this hellish "torture".
Out of the corner of her eye, she suddenly caught sight of a figure she knew all too well, leaning against the entrance of the dojo, looking at her with a smile.
In that instant, her ruby-like eyes, which had dimmed, suddenly burst forth with an unprecedentedly brilliant light.
"father--!!!"
Accompanied by a thunderous cheer that resounded through the sky.
Without a second thought, the little girl dropped her wooden sword, took off on her short legs, and like a white cannonball, rushed toward the omnipotent and greatest hero in her heart.
"Ouch."
Lu Jingming smiled and steadily caught the small figure that rushed into his arms.
That soft touch, that warm body temperature, that familiar scent, carrying a hint of milk and sweat, felt so real.
"My little princess, what's wrong? Who made you unhappy?"
Lu Jingming held his daughter and affectionately rubbed his cheek against her chubby little face.
"It's Master Jingliu, she's a big bad guy."
As soon as Lu Mingyin found her strongest backer in the world, she immediately launched a full-scale complaint.
Her small hands clung tightly to Lu Jingming's neck, and her beautiful, ruby-like eyes quickly filled with tears of grievance. In a sobbing voice as if she had suffered the cruelest torture in the world, she accused him:
"Dad, you have no idea how fierce Master Jingliu is. She made me keep swinging my sword, keep swinging my sword, my hands are about to break off. Look, look, they're all blistered."
As she spoke, she solemnly stretched out her fair and delicate little hand.
My palms were slightly red from holding the wooden sword for a long time, but there wasn't a single blister in sight.
Lu Jingming watched his daughter's exaggerated performance and felt both amused and annoyed.
He held his daughter's soft, boneless little hand, gently blew on it, and then said in an even more exaggerated tone than his daughter:
"Oh my goodness, it's turned so red! This is too serious! Jingliu-sensei is too cruel. No, Dad must give her a good scolding."
"Yes, yes! Dad, you're the best."
Hearing that her father had so clearly sided with her, Lu Mingyin immediately stopped crying and started laughing.
She wrapped her arms around Lu Jingming's neck and planted a big kiss on his cheek.
"How about we stop practicing? Dad, take me to play. I want to see the photos that Mom took in March, and I also want to eat the sweet cake that Mom made for Mei."
The little girl's eyes gleamed with a mischievous, expectant light.
"Well..."
Lu Jingming deliberately dragged out his words and glanced at Jingliu not far away.
Of course he knew that Kagami was doing this for the good of the two little ones.
Whether it's his daughter Lu Mingyin or his son Lu Xingtong, the bloodline they inherited from him is the most prestigious in the world.
But the higher the level of power, the more it requires an equally strong and resilient heart to wield it.
The swordsmanship of the Mirror School is the best crucible for forging one's will.
"If you don't want to practice swordsmanship, that's fine too."
Lu Jingming pinched his daughter's small, pert nose and smiled.
"However, you have to grant your father one request."
"What conditions?"
Lu Mingyin immediately asked curiously.
"When you can last ten rounds against Master Jingliu, Daddy will personally build you a unique 'Princess' spaceship and take you to see the stars in the universe, okay?"
"Really?!"
Lu Mingyin's eyes lit up instantly.
"Even more beautiful than the Hyperion?"
"of course."
Lu Jingming nodded affirmatively.
"How about we use the brightest stars as lanterns and the silk of the Milky Way as sails?"
"Wow, okay, it's a deal then, no backing out!"
The little girl immediately stuck out her little finger.
"Pinky promise!"
"Okay, pinky promise."
Lu Jingming smiled and extended his finger, hooking it with that small, soft finger.
"Pinky promise, for a hundred years, no take-backs!"
After promising a grand future, Lu Mingyin's pain from practicing swordsmanship seemed to be lessened considerably.
She jumped down from Lu Jingming's arms with satisfaction, then ran to the robin who was looking at them tenderly, and began to excitedly describe her "Princess" ship, which did not yet exist.
After calming his daughter down, Lu Jingming turned his attention to the other little one who had been silently wielding his sword ever since he appeared.
Lu Xingtong.
Unlike her lively, active, and quirky older sister.
His son, who inherited his looks and temperament, showed a composure and introversion far beyond his peers from a young age.
At this moment, he was still meticulously repeating that monotonous sword-swinging motion.
Sweat dripped down his small face.
But he seemed oblivious, his crimson eyes, identical to Lu Jingming's, filled only with focus and determination.
Lu Jingming slowly walked to his side.
He didn't speak, he just watched quietly.
Lu Xingtong seemed to sense her father's arrival as well.
He paused slightly in his sword-wielding motion, then swung it with even more force and with even greater precision.
That small body seemed to contain an indomitable spirit.
He wanted to prove something to his father.
"good."
Finally, after Lu Xingtong had unleashed another hundred sword strikes, Lu Jingming spoke.
"My heart is calm, my sword is steady."
Hearing her father's praise, Lu Xingtong's tense little face finally relaxed a little.
The corners of his mouth turned up slightly in an almost imperceptible arc.
But he quickly suppressed it again.
He stopped what he was doing, turned around and called out to Lu Jingming:
"Father."
"Ah."
Lu Jingming responded, and instead of stroking his son's head, he gently patted his shoulder as if he were treating a real swordsman.
"But that's not enough."
Lu Jingming looked into his son's eyes and said earnestly.
"Your sword has form, but no intention."
"meaning?"
Lu Xingtong frowned, somewhat puzzled.
"Yes, I mean it."
Lu Jingming didn't explain much about this somewhat mysterious term to him.
He simply reached out and took the ordinary wooden sword from his son's hand.
Then he casually swung his hand forward.
There was no sword energy, no divine power, and not even the slightest sound of air being torn apart.
It was just an ordinary, casual swing.
But in Lu Xingtong's crimson eyes, he "saw" a completely different scene.
He "saw" that as his father swung his sword, the entire space of the dojo seemed to be split in two.
He "saw" that the tip of his father's sword seemed to bear the birth and death of stars and the rotation of the universe.
He "saw" a sword intent that he couldn't understand, yet it made his soul tremble.
Lu Xingtong was completely stunned.
He only snapped out of his daze when Lu Jingming put the wooden sword back in his hand.
He looked at the ordinary wooden sword in his hand, then at his smiling father, and for the first time, a flame of longing and pursuit ignited in his crimson eyes.
"All right."
Lu Jingming turned to the robin beside him and smiled gently:
"Robin, thank you for your hard work. Take them to rest first. I have something to discuss with Mr. Kagami Ryu privately."
"it is good."
The robin was incredibly clever; she naturally realized that Lu Jingming was intentionally trying to get rid of them.
She nodded, then stepped forward, holding the hand of one of the little ones who was still in a state of excitement.
“Mingyin, Xingtong, let’s go. Let your father and Jingliu-sensei have a talk.”
Lu Mingyin was naturally more than willing.
Lu Xingtong nodded silently and left the dojo with the robin.
The vast training ground was soon left with only Lu Jingming and Jingliu.
Jingliu didn't speak. She just stood there quietly.
It was as if from the moment Lu Jingming stepped into the dojo, she already knew that this moment would eventually come.
She's waiting too.
The wind stopped.
Within the vast dojo, only Lu Jingming and Jingliu remained.
Lu Jingming slowly walked towards Jingliu and stopped three steps away from him.
He opened his mouth, about to say something, but before he could utter a sound, Jingliu spoke first.
Her voice was colder than the chill in the temple.
"Fight me."
That was neither a request nor a discussion.
Instead, it was a challenge from a swordsman.
"Then we'll talk about it."
Lu Jingming was stunned.
He looked at the woman in front of him, whose eyes were covered by a black cloth and whose figure was slender, yet seemed capable of holding up the sky.
He instantly understood everything she meant.
Some things don't need words.
He quickly realized what was happening and a smile appeared on his face.
"it is good."
He didn't waste any words, he just waved his hand gently.
The temple in front of us has disappeared.
The solid ground beneath our feet has vanished.
The next instant, the two found themselves in the cold, desolate cosmic sky.
"Draw your sword."
Jingliu extended his right hand.
Endless chilling energy frantically condensed in her palm.
In the end, it transformed into the most familiar, peerless sword she knew best—the Ephemeral Flower, seemingly forged from moonlight and ice.
The tip of the sword coldly pointed at Lu Jingming.
That all-encompassing sharpness seemed capable of freezing even this eternal starry sky.
"I can't ask for it."
Lu Jingming smiled.
He no longer suppressed his power.
A golden flame, powerful enough to incinerate everything, blazed fiercely in his palm.
Amidst the raging flames, a massive two-handed broadsword, brimming with the beauty of destruction and power, slowly emerged.
—Heavenly Judgment.
Greatsword form.
No one knows the details of this battle.
No one knows the outcome of this battle.
That starry sky was completely enveloped by an extreme blend of "ice" and "fire" that defies description.
The rules are breaking.
Space is wailing.
Even time itself, in this battle that transcends concepts, has lost its original meaning.
just.
When Lu Jingming and Jingliu reappeared in the city floating in the sky—Haiyuan City.
Everything has settled down.
Jingliu leaned weakly against Lu Jingming's chest.
The divine power within her was completely exhausted.
Even her ever-immaculate battle dress had a few minor tears.
the most important is.
The black cloth that had covered her eyes had disappeared.
A pair of eyes, as beautiful and cool as the finest rubies, yet carrying an unprecedented weariness, were exposed to the air without any concealment.
She lost.
They lost completely.
Lu Jingming lowered his head, looking at the woman in his arms who had shed all pretense and icy facade.
Her stunningly beautiful face appeared almost unreal under the soft light of Haiyuan City.
"teacher."
His voice carried a hint of hoarseness, as if it had been suppressed for a long time.
"I've been waiting for this day for a long time."
Once he finished speaking, he no longer hesitated.
Lu Jingming lowered his head and kissed those cold, red lips that he had fantasized about for countless days and nights.
Jingliu's body trembled violently.
Those beautiful red eyes also widened slightly.
But she did not resist.
She slowly closed her eyes.
Those hands that once wielded the world's strongest sword were now raised somewhat weakly and gently wrapped around Lu Jingming's neck.
She silently endured the demands of the man she had personally trained, who had now become so powerful that she could only look up to him.
It was a long, almost suffocating kiss.
Domineering yet gentle.
It was as if they wanted to merge their souls into each other's bodies.
When the lips part.
Even Jingliu, whose heart was as still as water, had a touch of blush appear on his perpetually icy face.
Her breathing became rapid.
Lu Jingming smiled slightly as he looked at her, a beauty he had never seen before.
He bent down and lifted Jingliu up in his arms.
A step.
The surrounding scenery changed instantly.
Instead, there was a spacious, elegant bedroom filled with Lu Jingming's ambiance.
He gently placed the person in his arms onto the soft bed.
He looked down at her.
"I'm sorry, teacher."
His voice was magnetic and filled with undisguised desire.
"Today, let me be a 'rebellious disciple' for once."
After saying that...
Lu Jingming's movements were so skillful that they were astonishing.
He easily untied the complicated skirt ribbon.
The plain white clothes slipped off.
A beautiful scene, as if carved from the most perfect ice and snow jade, appeared before his eyes.
Mirror Flow is very compliant.
She simply lay there quietly, looking at him with her red eyes, which had regained their calm.
She had long anticipated this day would come.
She tacitly approved of Lu Jingming's "overstepping" behavior.
Perhaps, deep down, she harbored a sliver of expectation that she herself was unwilling to admit.
Silent all night.
The feeling is indescribable, it can only be understood intuitively.
The soft light of dawn streamed gently into the bedroom through the huge floor-to-ceiling windows.
Lu Jingming woke up from a warm and soft embrace.
His head rested in the beautifully curved crook of Jingliu's arm, his cheek pressed against skin smoother and more delicate than the finest silk. (End of Chapter)