Ninth-level fairy

Chapter 413 Awakening after the War

Du Fang lay there in a daze. The first thing that caught his eye was the blood-red clouds of fire, just like in a dream, and the afterglow of the setting sun was spreading across the sky that was about to darken.

The sunset was so sad and beautiful, but he had no interest in appreciating it at all.

He sat up stupidly, and suddenly a piercing pain came over him. He couldn't help but hold his head and roll on the wooden board.

Du Fang's mind was in a mess.

I vaguely remember that before I went to sleep, I was at the foot of Taiwei Mountain, holding Jade Purity Immortal of Taiwei Sword Sect, and then I was swept into the air and flowed into the eye of the storm along with the huge vortex.

All the details of the great battle at Taiwei Mountain are still vivid in my mind.

Zuo Yuheng's heroism, Fang Yuxin's tragic death, the head of Taiwei was caught and pulled out of his shell, the palace in the Taiwei Mountains, the sword that nurtured the gods, and the sleeping female corpse!

Soon the Soul Breaker arrived, and Lord Baihuang tore open his skirt in front of everyone, revealing a pair of stunning, slender, round, and unforgettable beautiful legs.

When Du Fang thought of Bai Zhi, the owner of that beautiful body, he suddenly shuddered.

Could it be her that white-clothed devil in the dream who eats human flesh, skins herself alive and devours her whole?

Du Fang didn't think any further. It didn't matter anymore.

The important thing is that he must now figure out his current situation.

As the pain in his head slowly subsided, Du Fang opened his eyes and finally began to look around: a small boat, he was sitting on a wooden board, and the sound of rushing water kept flowing.

This is not the Taiwei Mountains.

The Taiwei Sword Sect had been destroyed long ago. A thought came to his mind: where is this and who sent him here?

Suddenly, an old voice broke the silence behind him:

"Young man, are you awake?"

Du Fang turned his head and was suddenly stunned:

He was a boatman, an old man almost fifty years old, with white hair and wrinkles all over his face. The veins on his hands holding the oars were bulging, and thick calluses covered the edges of his palms.

Those were the marks of years of hard work. Du Fang, a member of the lower class, knew very well that the boatman's countless daily hardships were the reason for such thick calluses.

Although the old boatman had wrinkles all over his face, he had a kind face.

"This...where is this?" Du Fang couldn't help but ask.

"River of Rebirth!" said the old man slowly.

"Why... am I lying on the boat?" Du Fang touched the back of his head hard, unable to understand why he would wake up on the boat at this moment.

And the boatman is just an ordinary mortal.

The boatman said, "A young man brought you here. He said you were going to the other side, so he put you on the boat and left. Here, this is your bag."

Du Fang unpacked the bundle in confusion:

Inside was a three-foot-long sword with a pitch-black blade and two seal characters "Chengying" engraved on the hilt.

When he saw those two words, Du Fang's heart suddenly trembled, and he even threw his bag on the wooden board. This sword, this divine sword, was the magic weapon that the Human Emperor once used to split the fairy world.

It was taken from the tomb of the Human Emperor in Jianmen of Lingxiao Mountain by my own hands.

In his previous life, he brought the sword all the way to the Ghost Emperor's Netherworld, and later, the sword fell into Bai Zhi's hands.

Not long ago, this black sword was on Taiwei Mountain, shocking the strong men in the world, but now it fell into his hands.

After not seeing it for fifteen years, Du Fang sighed with emotion, stared at it for a long time as if he was staring at a good friend, and then picked it up again.

A trace of doubt flashed through his mind:

Bai Zhi was in charge of the Longyuan Sword Sect and was about to unify the Nine Continents. At this critical moment when divine weapons and immortal tools were needed, why didn't she keep this magical item for herself? Why did she keep it for herself?

Du Fang thought for a long time but still couldn't guess it.

But seeing the magic sword again made him ecstatic.

He couldn't let go of the sword, which was extremely black and had a restrained aura. Du Fang tried to drip his own blood into the spine of the sword.

But this time, there was no longer the telepathy that existed before, where the minds were connected and the body followed the sword's movements.

Perhaps he had already turned into a mortal, or perhaps the immortal blood was no longer in his body, but in his hand, Chengying was like an ordinary sword, inconspicuous and unremarkable.

After searching in vain, Du Fang looked at the clear river water. The water was like a mirror, revealing the true appearance beneath the surface.

Then, his own face was reflected.

It was a human face.

Human face!

Du Fang staggered in fright.

Who is this reflection in the water? How could it be a human face?

When he finally came to his senses, he was suddenly filled with excitement. He touched his face, hair, smooth skin, and prominent nose and mouth in disbelief. He immediately crawled back to the water's edge and looked toward the surface.

It was the face of a handsome young man.

A high nose bridge, thin lips, and thick black eyebrows.

He looks exactly like himself back then.

Du Fang was shocked at first, then ecstatic. He had spent almost several years trying to transform into a human form and obtain a transformation pill.

Unexpectedly, it has become a reality at this moment, and it is exactly the same as it was back then.

The huge, ugly, sharp-toothed, fur-covered rat head that had been with him for several years, causing him countless troubles, disasters and contempt, was now gone.

The ecstatic Du Fang slapped the side of the boat excitedly.

"Young man, what's wrong with you?" the boatman asked with concern.

"Nothing!" Du Fang laughed and shook his head. Suddenly, he asked, "Have I been in this human form since I boarded the ship?"

"Yeah, aren't you a human?"

"No!" Du Fang shook his head, "I was..." He suddenly closed his mouth, a sadness revealed from the corner of his mouth.

In the past few years, he has suffered so much. He was beaten in the mountains and bullied by monsters in the forest. His life was miserable. He transformed into a human form just to return to human society. At least, in cities and markets, humans have moral constraints, unlike in the mountains, where there is only the law of the jungle and the law of the jungle.

His legs were once bitten off, and he had to lie in the mud to hide his scent and avoid his natural enemies.

He nearly died in the mouth of the snake demon several times. Even now, Du Fang still clearly remembers the feeling of the fishy and smelly saliva from the snake's mouth piercing his skin.

Du Fang didn't say it out loud. First, his past experiences were too miserable and he really didn't want to think about them. Second, the boatman was a mortal and he didn't want to scare him.

After calming down again, Du Fang began to think that this face must have been restored by Bai Zhi. In this world, the only person who could remember his former appearance was his senior sister Li Qingshuang from Lingxiao Mountain, and Senior Sister Qingshuang was a wisp of Bai Zhi's soul.

She and he had lived in Lingxiao Mountain for ten years, and then they went from the southernmost part of Nancangzhou to Jinghai.

Only the current Lord Baihuang has the ability to help him reshape his body and restore his former appearance.