Zanxing (Retranslated)

Chapter 134 - Inheritance (1)

Zanxing handed the flower in her hand to Fairy Qinghua.

Fairy Qinghua accepted it, lowering her gaze to look at the Biyi blossom flower at her fingertips. This scene overlapped with the one from the secret realm years ago. However, the flower that once bloomed so brightly had now withered, and the peerless beauty with snow-white skin and flowery countenance had only a trace of her divine consciousness left.

Things had indeed changed.

Zanxing looked at her and spoke, “So it turns out that the appearance of the ‘Qing’e Flower-Picking Staff’ has such a backstory.”

For who could create their own technique were one-in-a-million geniuses within their sect. Fairy Qinghua had always been known for her outstanding spiritual roots. Zanxing had thought that Fairy Qinghua compiled the ‘Qing’e Flower-Picking Staff’ to further her cultivation. But now, seeing the past events within this flower, she realized that the technique was initially created in memory of her beloved.

Fairy Qinghua’s gaze shifted, and the Biyi Blossom disappeared from her hand. She raised her head and spoke lightly, “It seems you have understood quite a lot.”

“I wouldn’t say understood,” Zanxing placed the green staff horizontally in front of her, “just feeling a bit emotional.”

She said, “Fairy, let’s try again.”

The Panhua staff swung straight towards the woman in white. The clash of the two long staffs stirred up countless clouds of dust, even splitting a crack in the surrounding chaos.

The staff technique was the same, but the mood in wielding the staff had completely changed from before.

It was not a desperate desire to become stronger, nor an urgent need to prove herself to others. Every move of the staff tip carried traces of the past. Traces of supporting each other in the desolate wilderness, traces of slowly building a thatched cottage at the base of the stone mountain. Traces of walking into that warm glow on stormy nights, traces of watching the illusory fireworks light up from afar under the Biyi Blossom tree.

With a single kick, the warrior stands firm as a mountain. A silent step, a flick of the staff disrupts the foe. A blow strikes true, then a serpent’s swift strike from the grass. The mountain cleaves, the burden falls on the traveler’s indomitable shoulders.

What was Fairy Qinghua feeling when she practiced her staff technique alone at the Chu Hong Terrace of the Taiyan Sect back then? When she planted the Biyi Blossom tree that never bloomed in the Elysium Hall, did she ever feel a moment of bewilderment?

No one knows.

The beauty of the moment when Qing’e Flower-Picking Staff was understood only by the painter in the thatched cottage. And over these years, the painter had long disappeared, leaving only a faded portrait of the beauty hidden behind the wall, faintly preserving the grace of the divine maiden from back then.

The long staff was like a green light, a phantom, pressing step by step. The force of the staff wind made the white-robed woman’s skirt flutter like clouds. Her black hair scattered in the wind, accentuating her face’s delicate beauty like the moon.

Zanxing dodged the staff wind above her head, sneaking a step forward, and whispered, “If the ‘Qing’e Flower-Picking Staff’ was created to remember someone from the past, what were you thinking when you created the moves?”

A staff shadow shot from behind, and Zanxing sidestepped, catching the Panhua staff in her hand. She said, “If I were you, recalling the past and feeling nostalgic, I would definitely hope for everything to start over, with the feeling of regaining what was lost.”

She held the staff with both hands and gently swung it forward.

A gentle swing, yet it carried the force of thunder.

“Mirror Flower, Water Moon—”

Flowers continuously flowed from the tip of the staff, transforming into a mirror in the sky. The soft mirror rippled like a clear lake, gradually revealing countless human figures.

The bald-tailed chicken, the excessively blue sky in the secret realm, the stream meandering from the stone mountain, the warm lights that always lit up at dusk in the thatched cottage, the pattering rain on rainy days, and someone hidden inside, penning line after line of exquisite poetry.

“Gu Caiyu!” The woman’s voice carried a hint of anger.

The person at the desk trembled, hurriedly hiding the unfinished painting. Turning around, his face was blurry and indistinct, only the neat and exquisite robe and the slightly fluttering hairband were visible…

The flower flow from the staff tip, like endless memories, quickly wrapped around the green staff in layers, exploding into a giant beam of light in the void.

Snap—

The green staff broke into two pieces, falling to the ground with a crisp sound.

The sea of flowers and the illusions in the mirror vanished, and everything returned to calm.

Zanxing retrieved her spiritual weapon and looked at the woman before her. “You lost.”

Fairy Qinghua looked up at Zanxing.

From the initial emptiness to the later complexity, now her gaze carried a sense of relieved comfort. Her voice also softened as she spoke, “So, the destined person was you.”

Zanxing was puzzled.

Fairy Qinghua bent down and picked up the two broken pieces of the green staff from the ground. “Many years ago, my senior brother and I observed the stars at night and divined that a great calamity would befall the human world in twenty years. Only a destined person can break the calamity. I divined this place as the location where you and I would meet, so I left a trace of my spirit hidden in the painting, waiting for the destined person to come and receive the inheritance to overcome the heavenly tribulation.”

Wait a minute, why does this sound so familiar? Zanxing shivered and was about to politely decline when Fairy Qinghua had already placed her palm on Zanxing’s forehead.

The strike came fiercely and caught Zanxing off guard, causing a torrent of spiritual energy to flood into her mind. She heard Fairy Qinghua’s voice in her ear, “You have defeated me and comprehended the ‘Qing’e Flower-Picking Staff’, so you are the destined person. I will now pass on my lifetime’s cultivation techniques to you.”

No!!! Zanxing screamed inwardly. Although this segment about Fairy Qinghua’s secret realm wasn’t in the original novel ‘At the Summit of the Nine Heavens,’ in every cultivation novel, the destined person who saved the world was undoubtedly the protagonist.

She wasn’t the protagonist, yet she inadvertently seized the protagonist’s opportunity and inheritance. She feared that once she left the secret realm, inexplicable “troubles” would immediately follow.

She had intended to speak with Fairy Qinghua properly after defeating her, but who knew this fairy was such a doer, not even giving her a chance to talk before forcibly starting the inheritance.

In a daze, countless things poured into Zanxing’s mind. The golden characters densely imprinted themselves into her consciousness from a distance. She felt as if she had become a small stream, receiving the endless waves from the sea, or like a massive furnace, with countless spiritual herbs and fruits filling her boundless sea of consciousness.

Among the golden characters, there were occasionally some fragmented, memory-like scenes that quickly turned into mist, gradually filling her consciousness. Zanxing didn’t know how profound Fairy Qinghua’s techniques and cultivation were, but at this moment, she was horrified by everything being absorbed into her sea of consciousness.