The Legend of the Phantom Sword

Prologue

Time turns, the world changes, when will I finally meet you again? Even

crossing the vast Milky Way, will I be able to reach your side?

Though obstacles and hardships lie ahead, our love, though spanning a thousand years, remains eternal!

In the Western Regions, the scorching sun beats down on the skin, and the yellow sand stretches for miles. A gust of wind blows, and the yellow sand swirls like ghosts,

piercing the skin of passing travelers like needles, piercing their hearts filled with homesickness.

Lop Nur, a place known as hell by the people of the Western Regions. Its sandstorms are the fiercest in the Western Regions

, its oases are the fewest, and its sands hold the most bones. "Once you enter

Lop Nur, you can never escape; once you enter Lop Nur, your bones will accompany your desolate soul." Such a song has been

circulating in the towns of the Western Regions for the past decade. Even the most seasoned desert travelers now dare not enter this legendary place where

demons .

But now, in Lop Nur, walked a lone figure, a person clad entirely in a gray robe, a person trudging forward,

completely covered in gray robes.

The wind was strong, sand constantly lashing against him, his arms, his face. But he didn't

hesitate, simply walking forward alone, silently leaving footprints of varying depths behind him. Although in the scorching

desert, he gave the impression of a lone wolf struggling to find food in the icy wilderness, strong and indifferent. But

a lone wolf 's search is for survival, so what was his search for?

Suddenly, he stopped, raised his head, and gently brushed aside the long yellow hair that obscured his eyes with his left hand , revealing a weathered face. No, it shouldn't be called a hand, it should be called an iron claw; below

his left wrist was an iron prosthetic limb. The sun was dazzling, but he gazed into the distance without fear, his pupils flashing with an eerie red light, occasionally flickering with regret. 　　"Why? Why? Why!" he murmured, as if asking a question, but more like a painful groan from a soul squeezed under pressure. His body trembled, as if enduring immense pain. 　　Suddenly, he pointed sharply at the blazing sun above and roared, "I will bring the Netherworld back to the mortal realm, and make those hypocritical righteous martial arts sects die without a burial place!" This chilling voice, like the most vicious curse, echoed for a long time in the clear sky of the Western Regions... 　　　　　　　　　　　　　　(I) A Dreamlike Nightmare 　　"Huff... huff... those terrible dreams again. Why do I keep dreaming about these things that are neither gods nor demons lately?" The speaker was a handsome boy with blond hair. His name was Xiahou Yi, and he lived in a small town called Hezhou in the Western Regions. He was a simple country boy. 　　The dream he had just had was very real, and Xiahou Yi was once again immersed in it. In the darkness, suddenly, a tall and handsome man walked out of the darkness. With long, jet-black hair, resolute eyes, and a high, straight nose, he gave the impression of someone who wouldn't give up until he succeeded. Although Xiahou Yi had never seen him before, he felt a deep familiarity, as if he were a relative. This man was now gazing into the distance with a half-smile, as if anticipating something . 　　In the darkness where the man was staring, a pair of hands appeared out of nowhere—a pair of breathtaking hands. 　　Xiahou Yi had never seen such perfect hands. Even the hands of the famous beauty within a ten-mile radius, the daughter of Doctor Li , were far inferior. Because she often helped her father gather herbs and brew medicine, although her hands were very fair, they were inevitably somewhat rough. 　　But the hands before him, as soft as spring onions, were perfect, like a piece of finely carved mutton-fat jade , without any blemishes, so soft, neither too plump nor too thin, neither too long nor too short. Even the most discerning person would find no fault with them. 　　Then came a pair of arms that were full but not fleshy, slender but not bony. Her hands, already exquisitely beautiful, were made even more mesmerizing by these arms. 　　Then, a leg stepped out of the darkness. In that instant, Xiahou Yi felt as if his breath would stop . He had always believed that no matter how beautiful a girl was, she would inevitably have some flaws when she wasn't wearing shoes. But the thigh before him was so long, so straight, like naturally formed white jade. The ankle was so slender, so delicate. The most beautiful way to die in the world would be to be trampled to death by such a foot, Xiahou Yi secretly thought. 　　Then came her body, her naked body. Xiahou Yi felt a sudden "bang" in his head, almost losing consciousness. No one could imagine that such a perfect body existed in the world. Her breasts were firm, and her two soft, fragrant mounds, though not large, complemented her slender waist perfectly, a sight to behold. 　　A pair of rosy buds stood proudly erect, seemingly sensing the man's gaze, gradually swelling... Her legs were tightly pressed together, and her most mysterious place exuded a captivating allure in the hazy darkness. Her snow-white body contrasted sharply with the surrounding darkness, but it was precisely this contrast that created an eerie attraction. 　　Xiahou Yi held his breath, anticipating what kind of face would match such a perfect body. He was not disappointed; the face was perfect too. Long, snow-white hair flowed smoothly against her equally snow-white body. An oval face with soft lines. But most captivating were her eyes, those mesmerizing pupils shimmering with a hazy red light, yet carrying an unyielding, faint sorrow that tugged at the heartstrings. Even the most ferocious man would forget his killing intent under her sorrowful gaze, wanting only to gently hold her in his arms and tenderly cherish her. 　　The man in the dream sighed, "Bingli, you are truly a perfect woman, so beautiful." 　　The woman named Bingli never spoke, but what need was there for her to speak? Her dazed eyes, her faint smile, her alluring figure—her hands, her feet, every inch of her skin—all spoke, all invited . 　　The man sighed and said, "After we arrive in the Bright Realm, Heavenly Court's spies will be everywhere. I fear the road ahead will be extremely treacherous. But for the Nether Realm to return to the mortal world, we, as the twin envoys of Luo Hou, must do our utmost to fulfill the Venerable God's long-cherished wish." 　　The woman's expression darkened, and she walked slowly to the man, kneeling lightly on the ground. Xiahou Yi was obscured by the angle and couldn't see clearly, only that the woman's hands moved erratically, her long, snow-white hair swaying back and forth, and from deep within her throat emanating seductive moans of "woo...woo." The man closed his eyes tightly, his hands caressing...

The woman's hair. After a while, the speed at which the woman's hair swayed noticeably increased, while the man tensed up, pressing

his hands against the woman's head, letting out a long sigh.

The woman raised her head, a blush spreading across her delicate face, a trace of white liquid still lingering at the corner of her mouth.

She licked her lips and said softly, "I am your swordsman. No matter how treacherous the road ahead, I

will accompany you through it. Even for a thousand years, I will always be by your side."

The man bent down and embraced her tightly, murmuring, "Bing Li..."

Bing Li, Bing Li, Xiahou Yi silently murmured this name, both familiar and strange. Suddenly,

the two vanished, replaced by darkness. Then, a powerful sense of oppression surged forth, and

a huge, dark blue face appeared in the darkness.

A voice like the wailing of a vengeful ghost echoed in Xiahou Yi's ears: "Nuwa, I, Luo Hou, will definitely return! Qianli Youhuang will bury everything in the Ming Realm! I will return

!"

Just then, Xiahou Yi awoke. Forget it, don't think too much about it. I'm just an ordinary person anyway,

there's no such thing as supernatural stuff. But… but that woman was so beautiful, her name was… At this

moment the dream blurred.

"Ayi, get up quickly, we need to take chicken soup to Old Man Gao." His mother's voice came from outside the door.

"Oh, I know, I'm coming now." Xiahou Yi patted his head, changed his clothes, and went out.

Xiahou Yi had just turned eighteen this year. He had lived in Hezhou Town since childhood. This small town in the Western Regions had only about

fifty households, a remote border area. He was an abandoned child, picked up and raised by his adoptive parents in the wilderness. Although

his golden hair was clearly different from ordinary people, he was kind-hearted, well-educated, and polite, so he was

loved by the villagers from a young age and did not suffer discrimination.

Old Man Gao was Xiahou Yi's swordsmanship teacher, and it was said that he used to be a wandering swordsman, a chivalrous figure who traveled the world anonymously

. But now, due to old age and illness, he lives in seclusion here, incidentally teaching Xiahou Yi a little swordsmanship. Xiahou Yi

also brings him chicken soup every day to help him recover.

"Mother, I'm going to deliver the chicken soup, goodbye."

"Okay, hurry back." Watching Xiahou Yi's departing figure, his mother had a vague premonition that

something . "Sigh, perhaps what's meant to happen will happen, there's no escaping it."

Xiahou Yi carefully carried the chicken soup to Old Man Gao's house. He found Old Man Gao

lying , his condition appearing much worse than the day before. Xiahou Yi hurried to Old Man Gao's bedside and asked with concern,

"Old man, I brought you some chicken soup. How are you feeling?"

Old Man Gao shook his head and said dejectedly, "Alas, Xiahou Yi, you're a good child. You take care of this

old cripple every day, but I'm afraid these old bones won't last much longer. Cough cough..."

Xiahou Yi helped Old Man Gao lean against the edge of the bed and comforted him, "Don't worry, old man. I'll go find

Doctor Li now. He'll definitely have a way to cure you."

Doctor Li lived next door to Xiahou Yi's house. His medical skills were superb, and the villagers in the neighborhood would

come to . He had a daughter who was four years older than Xiahou Yi, but she married far away to Liangzhou three years ago, so now Doctor Li

lived alone. He was happy with the peace and quiet, leisurely studying medicine and occasionally going out to collect herbs

.

After listening to Xiahou Yi's explanation, Doctor Li pondered for a moment and slowly said, "

There is a , but I am currently lacking one essential item, and I have important matters to attend to and cannot spare the time to buy it. However,

if the medicine is not administered within ten days, Old Man Gao's life may be in danger."

Upon hearing this, Xiahou Yi immediately asked, "What kind of medicine is it? Please tell me where I can find it, and I will go

and procure it."

Doctor Li thought for a moment and said, "I reckon it should be available in a large city like Lanzhou. The medicine is called Three-Petaled

Safflower ."

Xiahou Yi nodded and said, "Thank you, Uncle Li. After I ask my mother, I will immediately set off to buy the medicine.

I should be able to return in three days at the latest." After saying this, he hurriedly took his leave.

A while after Xiahou Yi left, Doctor Li suddenly slapped his thigh and exclaimed, "Oh no, I forgot to tell him!

Although the three-petaled safflower has excellent effects in promoting blood circulation and regulating qi, it is also a poisonous substance. He must not suck its juice." But

then he shook his head, "Never mind, he's already far away, and I can't catch up with him. I doubt he would casually suck something with unknown medicinal properties."

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