This Sword Cultivator is Somewhat Dependable

Chapter 415: Chapter 42 Gu Yiyi

As he drew nearer to Mount Tai, the abrupt sounds of the Netherworld became clearer and clearer.

Ao ao ao! Ao ao ao!

By the tone, it was clearly some ferocious monster howling.

Yet the sound was incredibly childish, making Lu Qingshan feel extremely eerie.

Lu Qingshan raised his guard to the highest level and gradually approached the foot of Soul Return Mountain.

The “monster” emitting these strange sounds finally appeared in Lu Qingshan’s sight.

The Waters of Wangchuan, like a celestial Yellow River, cascaded down from the dim, peak-less summit of Mount Tai.

However, what was bizarre was that such a terrifying descent of the waters didn’t stir up any splash, nor did it produce any sound, completely contrary to Lu Qingshan’s knowledge.

Lu Qingshan’s knowledge was that of a living person; the Netherworld was the place for the dead, having a set of unique rules which entirely made sense.

Lu Qingshan could accept that.

But underneath where the Waters of Wangchuan fell, there was a tiny little one sitting by the bank of Oblivion River, her little feet dipped in the waters that Qin Yitian had spoken of having great horrors within, her big eyes brimming with tears, looking as if heartbreakingly sad, making one’s heart nearly melt, wishing to rush over and wipe her tears away.

If only this little one wasn’t continuously howling without stopping.

Eerie. @@novelbin@@

Very eerie.

Extremely eerie.

In a place meant only for the dead and their reincarnation, a little girl who looked so adorable, with a chubby round face and teary eyes, howled ao ao.

This scene was creepily intense.

The little one was howling vigorously and hadn’t noticed Lu Qingshan’s arrival.

Lu Qingshan watched for a long time, certain that if he didn’t speak up, this howling little girl might continue just like this until the Waters of Wangchuan dried up.

“What are you doing?” Lu Qingshan asked.

The howling little girl clearly didn’t expect to encounter someone else in such a place, and when she turned and saw Lu Qingshan, her entire expression fell.

She looked at Lu Qingshan for a while then hastily wiped away the tears from her big eyes, corners of her eyes darting around like a little sprite trying to fly backward and flee the area.

Because her attention was too scattered, she didn’t notice that behind her was the rocky cliff of Mount Tai.

With a thud, she went directly into it, leaving a small human-shaped dent in the cliff. After a moment of shock, she staggered flying out.

At this, the little girl could no longer hold back; the tears she had just wiped away now streamed out once more.

Ao ao ao!

Watching the little girl cry her heart out, Lu Qingshan faintly understood—apparently in this little girl’s world, “ao ao ao” was akin to sobbing.

Lu Qingshan thought for a moment and softened his voice a bit more, “What’s your name? How are you here?”

The little girl, with tears blurring her vision, glanced briefly at Lu Qingshan and then continued to wail, “You look like a bad person, I don’t want to talk to you, ao ao ao ao ao…..”

Look like a bad person?

Lu Qingshan was momentarily stunned.

This was the first time he had heard such a comment.

Soon, Lu Qingshan quickly understood what was probably the matter.

He silently removed the disguise of the Ancient Jade, revealing his true face.

“Now, do I still look like a bad person?” Lu Qingshan asked with a pleasing smile.

The little girl took another careful peek at Lu Qingshan, seeing his exceptionally handsome face and gentle eyes, her chubby cheeks turned red, instantly breaking into a smile, and she coyly said, “Not anymore, you are a good person.”

The little girl was indeed easy to talk to.

Lu Qingshan thought this, revealing a gentle smile, and repeated his earlier question, “What is your name, and what are you doing here?”

“What is your name?” the little girl asked in return.

“Lu Qingshan.”

“Lu Qingshan,” the little girl who had been crying repeated Lu Qingshan’s name, then glanced at Lu Qingshan’s face and felt reassured, “My name is Gu Yiyi.”

“As for what I am doing…” Gu Yiyi pouted, looking like she was about to cry again. She pointed at the endlessly tall Mount Tai in front of her, feeling wronged and sad, “Someone on the mountain took my possessions, and not only did they not return them, but they also keep hiding from me, refusing to come down to meet me. I want to cry this mountain down, so they won’t be able to hide from me anymore,” she said.

“Cry it down?” Lu Qingshan’s mouth twitched, “Who told you that?”

Mount Tai is a sacred mountain in the Netherworld, where the Netherworld is indestructible, and Mount Tai never falls.

This little girl named Gu Yiyi was absurdly thinking of crying it down. It was hard to say whether she was naively charming or simply foolish.

Gu Yiyi pursed her lips, pointing at the ceaselessly flowing Waters of Wangchuan, “A big-bearded uncle who looks like a kind person told me.

He said that in his world, there was a woman named Meng Jiang who cried under the Great Wall because her husband had been conscripted to build the wall and never returned. She kept crying and crying until they returned her husband, eventually bringing the Great Wall down with her tears.”

Gu Yiyi’s spirits lifted, and she clenched her little fists, “I, Gu Yiyi, will not be weaker than anyone. Just as Meng Jiang brought down the Great Wall with her cries, I must bring this great mountain down for the same reason…”

Lu Qingshan glanced at the unusually calm Oblivion River.

That said, Gu Yiyi could see and interact with the souls within the Waters of Wangchuan.

Although this surprised Lu Qingshan, it was within his expectations.

After all, could a little girl appearing in the Netherworld just be an ordinary little girl?

“What does that wailing mean then?” Lu Qingshan frowned and asked.

“It was also taught by that big-bearded uncle, who didn’t know how to cry. So I forced him to teach me,” Gu Yiyi tilted her nose, proudly saying, “I could tell right away he was lying. I stubbornly held him back from leaving, and he finally taught me.”

Although the big-bearded ghost was wrong for deceiving people, Gu Yiyi’s action in preventing him from going to reincarnation, if thoroughly investigated, was a case of the pot calling the kettle black.

“Eh?” There and then, Gu Yiyi finally caught on, pointing at the Oblivion River, she curiously asked, “You seem different from others. Why are you not inside it?”

Lu Qingshan thought for a moment, benevolently discussing his origins and even his purpose.

Upon hearing this, Gu Yiyi immediately became excited, “You are also looking for him?”

“Him?”

“The Netherworld Prison Master you mentioned, the villain who took my things,” Gu Yiyi waved her little fist, looking expectantly at Lu Qingshan, “When you find him, could you talk to him and ask him to come down and meet me?”

Lu Qingshan hesitated, unable to promise, “I’ll try…”

The Reincarnation Controller, the master of Mount Tai, the Netherworld Prison Master, had taken something from this little girl, Gu Yiyi?

How could that be possible?

Lu Qingshan found it hard to believe, but seeing Gu Yiyi’s earnest expression, it didn’t seem like she was lying.

Seeing that Lu Qingshan had agreed, Gu Yiyi’s big eyes immediately squinted into slits, her hands behind her back, and her whole body uncontrollably began to rock back and forth.

….

Atop Mount Tai.

A middle-aged man dressed as a Confucian scholar with temples frosted by age stood with his hands behind his back, casually looking down through the dim clouds, seemingly watching something.

Suddenly, the Confucian scholar’s gaze sharpened as if he had seen something unexpected.

After a long while.

“Seeking my help while getting along so well with her, and exactly a Sword Cultivator,” the Confucian rubbed his brow, resignedly muttered to himself, “Perhaps he could help me resolve this longstanding ‘large nuisance.’

Otherwise, letting her continue to make a fuss at the foot of the mountain day after day is truly bothersome.”

“I hope he doesn’t disappoint.” The Confucian waved his sleeve.

The swirling sea of clouds around Mount Tai subtly changed, almost imperceptibly.

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