usatvline Chapter 302: Misunderstandings and rifts
Chapter 302: Misunderstandings and rifts
The morning mist had not yet completely dissipated, gently covering the back mountain of the sect. The mountains were lush with vegetation, and dewdrops rolled on the leaves, reflecting crystal light, like a dreamland. Yun Yao was wearing a moon-white training suit, her sleeves fluttering in the wind, and her black hair tied up, which made her face more beautiful, like a green lotus blooming in the morning light. She had just finished a spiritual power training, and the spiritual power fluctuations around her body had not yet completely subsided. Wisps of light lingered around her, showing the results of her hard training during this period.
Not far away, Chu Mochen was also dressed in a black robe, his posture was as straight as a pine tree, and his stern face looked even more profound in the dim light. He held a long sword in his hand, the blade flashed with cold light, and occasionally it passed through the air, making a slight whistling sound. It was obvious that he was also immersed in the intensive study of swordsmanship.
During the break in their training, the two of them came together unconsciously and sat side by side on a flat boulder. The breeze blew by, bringing with it the fragrance of grass and trees, mixed with the faint spiritual energy of the two of them, creating a quiet and beautiful atmosphere.
"Yun Yao, do you still remember your dream when you first entered the world of cultivation?" Chu Mochen was the first to break the silence, his eyes looking towards the mountains in the distance, his voice low but with a hint of special tenderness. At that time, they were ignorant and immature, with a longing and desire for the unknown world, and they struggled all the way to where they are now.
Yun Yao raised her head slightly, looking at the clouds occasionally floating across the azure sky, a faint smile appeared on the corner of her mouth: "Of course I remember, I wanted to make a name for myself in this world of cultivation, figure out the secret of my travel through time, and no longer be bullied by others. Now it seems that although the road ahead is long, every step is taken firmly and powerfully. What about you, Chen?" She turned to look at Chu Mochen, her eyes full of trust and closeness.
Chu Mochen tightened the sword in his hand slightly. The patterns on the scabbard scratched his palm, bringing a slight sting, but it made him feel the reality of the moment more clearly: "I have aspired to stand at the top of the world of cultivation, explore higher realms, and make everyone I care about safe and happy. Now..." He paused, his eyes quietly fell on Yun Yao's face. At that moment, time seemed to stand still, the breeze seemed to have stopped blowing, and the air was filled with a subtle and charming breath.
Yun Yao's cheeks flushed slightly, and her heart skipped a beat unconsciously. She lowered her eyes in panic, but couldn't help but quietly looked up at Chu Mochen. When their eyes met, the heartbeat at that moment was like a new bud breaking through the soil in spring, subtle and clear, quietly blooming in their hearts. They had never realized that this feeling had already taken root and sprouted unknowingly, and in this inadvertent moment, a fresh corner was revealed.
However, just as they were immersed in this beautiful feeling, Liu Yan'er hid behind a bush not far away with a sinister sneer. The fire of jealousy was burning in her eyes, and the carefully planned vicious plan was waiting for the best opportunity. Liu Yan'er noticed the whereabouts of the two people early in the morning and calculated that they would be here alone to talk. For this moment today, she secretly prepared for a long time and bribed an outer disciple, waiting for Chu Mochen to break the carefully designed "intimate" scene, so that the two people would have a rift.
"Hmph, Yun Yao, let me see how you can be so proud this time!" Liu Yan'er whispered through gritted teeth, tightly clenching a handkerchief in her hand. The fabric of the handkerchief was twisted and deformed by her, just like her twisted heart at the moment.
A moment later, following Liu Yan'er's instructions, the outer disciple hurried over. He looked a little flustered, staggering, with beads of sweat on his forehead, as if he had something urgent to do.
"Senior Sister Yun, we finally found you!" the outer sect disciple shouted, his voice deliberately raised high to break the tranquility of the mountains.
Yun Yao and Chu Mochen stood up at the same time and turned to look at the newcomer. Yun Yao looked puzzled and asked softly, "Why are you so flustered?"
The outer sect disciple dodged for a moment, then pretended to be anxious and said, "Senior Sister, I encountered some problems with the method of circulating spiritual energy that you taught me to practice after I went back. I couldn't figure it out after repeated attempts, and I was really anxious. I thought I'd come and ask for your advice while you are here today." As he spoke, he took a few steps forward, a flattering smile on his face.
Yun Yao did not think much about it. She was kind-hearted and often helped her fellow disciples solve their cultivation problems. She nodded and said, "No problem, tell me about it." As she spoke, she slightly turned sideways and tapped her fingers in the air, trying to use her spiritual power to simulate the circulation route of spiritual power and explain it to this disciple.
As the two talked, they unconsciously got closer, and to outsiders, they looked quite intimate. This scene happened to fall into the eyes of Chu Mochen who hurried over.
Chu Mochen was full of joy at this moment, and came to look for Yun Yao, but he did not expect to see such a scene. His footsteps froze in an instant, and the gentle expression on his face froze instantly, replaced by shock and anger. He was aloof by nature, and deep in his heart he was ignorant of matters of love. At this moment, he saw Yun Yao talking "intimately" with others, and jealousy and anger instantly surged in his heart, and his rationality was completely overwhelmed.
"Yun Yao, what's going on?" Chu Mochen strode forward, his voice icy and chilling, as if carrying the chill of the mountains. He stared at Yun Yao closely, his eyes full of questioning and hurt, the long sword in his hand trembled slightly due to excessive force, and the sound of the sword was particularly harsh in the silent mountains.
Yun Yao came here with great joy, but was met with Chu Mochen's cold and questioning gaze, and was at a loss for a moment. She took a step back in panic, distanced herself from the outer disciple, and hurriedly explained: "Chen, you misunderstood, he just came to ask for advice on cultivation, nothing else..."
However, Chu Mochen was so angry that he could not listen to any explanation. Jealousy bit his heart like a poisonous snake, making him lose his usual calmness and composure.
"Ask me a question? Why are you so close!" Chu Mochen roared, his chest heaving violently, spiritual energy surging uncontrollably around him, his clothes rustling, like an enraged beast.
Yun Yao wanted to speak again anxiously, but seeing Chu Mochen's resolute and angry look, her throat seemed to be blocked, and the words were stuck at her lips, unable to speak. Tears welled up in her eyes, and she tried her best to hold them back, not wanting to show weakness at this moment, but the grievance and sadness in her heart were like a surging tide, about to drown her.
The outer disciple saw that the situation was not good, and was secretly happy that his plan had succeeded, but he lowered his head in pretending to be fearful and hurriedly left, leaving Yun Yao and Chu Mochen alone in the mountains. The atmosphere was tense, and the warmth and beauty of the past were gone, leaving only misunderstandings and pain in their hearts.
Chu Mochen stared at Yun Yao, the disappointment and anger in his eyes were heartbreaking. He flicked his sleeves, turned around and strode away. His resolute back was like an unbridgeable chasm, instantly pulling the distance between the two people infinitely far.
Yun Yao looked at the direction where Chu Mochen left, and tears finally burst out of her eyes. She didn't understand why the two people who were so close to each other just a moment ago became strangers in the blink of an eye. Recalling the tacit understanding of fighting side by side in the past, the difficult times and warm moments they had spent together, Yun Yao felt heartbroken. Her body trembled slightly, her hands clenched tightly, her nails dug into her palms, but she didn't feel any pain at all.
"Why...why don't you believe me..." Yun Yao whispered with sobs, her voice echoing in the mountains, but she received no response. The breeze in the mountains was still blowing, but it seemed to be chilling, blowing away the last bit of warmth in her heart.
After a long while, Yun Yao slowly raised her head, and the tears in her eyes were gradually replaced by determination. The stubbornness in her bones was completely aroused at this moment. She wiped the tears from her face, straightened her back, and took a deep breath.
"Okay, in that case, I will no longer indulge in sadness." Yun Yao gritted her teeth and said softly. Although her voice was a little choked, it was extremely firm. "I want to make myself stronger, strong enough that I don't need to rely on anyone, strong enough to face all the ups and downs in this world of cultivation alone."
After that, she clenched her fists, and the spiritual power in her body surged again. With the light flashing, she strode towards the place of cultivation. From now on, she will devote all her energy to cultivation, use sweat and hard work to fill the pain in her heart, and climb to a higher realm. Even if the road ahead is full of thorns, she will never look back.