Immortal Road Worry-Free - Chapter 5:
In the blink of an eye, He Xu Xingye had spent three full months on Wuyou Island.
Under the Fusang trees, the wind blew a little sharper than usual.
His wounds had healed. Standing at the edge of the island,
tall and imposing like a pine, his dark robes fluttered fiercely in the gusts.
Bai Yushuang stood beside him, lightly clutching the hem of her clothing,
her voice soft: “Are… you leaving?”
He lowered his gaze, his tone calm as ever. “It’s time for me to go.”
After a pause, the coldness in his expression softened slightly.
“You said once that someday you would leave too… to see the world beyond?”
She bit her lip. “I thought about it, but… at that time,
I didn’t know there was you outside the island.”
Those words struck his heart, yet he remained composed, voice deep and steady:
“If you truly leave this island, remember your sword must be swift,
your mind clear. Trust neither fate nor man.”
“…And you?” she lifted her eyes to him, her tone gentle. “Can I trust you?”
He Xu Xingye was silent for a moment, then reached out,
placing a finger on her forehead. A flash of spiritual
light formed a crystal-clear sword emblem, embedding itself into her mind.
“If you are in danger, this mark will break; I will know.”
The Fusang branches swayed silently, as if aware of the imminent parting.
She looked up at him, eyes bright. “Wait.”
From her sleeve, she took out a stack of protective talismans and
gently handed them to him.
He looked at the talismans and couldn’t help but laugh softly. “You really are… too cute.”
“Don’t get hurt anymore,” she said earnestly.
He looked at her, turbulent emotions flickering in his eyes, and said firmly, “I will.”
Turning, He Xu Xingye drew his sword. The sword’s aura tore open a rift in space,
carving a path back to his world. As the rift opened, he stepped into the wind.
In the instant before he vanished, he cast one last glance at her.
Bai Yushuang stood in the glow, hair and robes swept by the wind.
Her dark hair was like the night, her eyes reflecting the evening light,
watching his figure disappear into the golden-white rift.
She said nothing, only held a quiet, lingering gaze clear and steadfast,
like when they first met.
This was the end of his dreamlike days on the island.
It was also the eve of her own journey.
She walked beneath the Fusang tree and sat down slowly, lifting her eyes.
“Fusang, is the world… really that big?”
The tree’s voice was gentle: “If you want to go, I will accompany you.”
A golden leaf floated down into her palm.
She pressed her lips into a small smile, closing her hand around the leaf.
The next day, Bai Yushuang packed all her books and spiritual tools.
She glanced back at the heart of the island: the library still stood quietly,
the spring gurgled peacefully, and birds and beasts remained undisturbed.
Fusang branches swayed as golden leaves fell like rain.
She paused beneath the tree for a moment and whispered to the empty world around her,
“I am leaving now.”
Wuyou Island gradually folded away behind her,
becoming a spiritual seal stored deep in her mind a “mini world” of her own.
She was no longer merely a girl of Wuyou Island.
She was Bai Yushuang, destiny yet to awaken,
about to step into the myriad paths of the mortal world.
This journey would hold vast skies and endless seas, lurking danger,
and words of love, the intent of the sword, and the will of fate.
Yet she understood.
She wanted to see the world He Xu Xingye came from,
and she wanted to see how far she herself could go.
Bai Yushuang stepped into the small white spirit boat her father had left her.
Spiritual energy flowed into its heart. The boat trembled lightly and lifted, ascending slowly.
Morning light rose, and the ocean mist stretched beneath her like a silver river.
For the first time, she crossed Wuyou Island’s barrier.
The once-impermeable shield now shimmered like rippling water, clearing a path of light.
The boat slipped through the mist like a white feather.
Waves hummed low, clouds roiled above.
She glanced back one last time. The golden leaves and murmuring spring of her
dreamlike home faded behind her.
She drew a deep breath, closed her eyes, turned, and opened them again.
There was no longer hesitation in her gaze only brilliance shining like stars.
This was her first journey beyond the island.
The sea wind cut sharply, the mist wrapped around her,
and the spirit boat soared through it like a snowy feather.
Sky and sea merged into one; distant horizons vanished,
leaving only a washed sky and drifting clouds.
Tens of thousands of miles, utterly uninhabited.
Only schools of flying fish and spirit beasts darted through the mist,
cloud whales dived beneath, and occasionally,
water beasts leapt, scattering silver arcs of spray.
Bai Yushuang watched silently, both amazed and awed.
She had never seen such endless vistas, unbounded winds, infinite waters
no familiar scents of the island, no Fusang branches shielding her from the wind.
For the first time, she was truly conversing with the world itself.
At first, a hint of fear stirred in her heart.
But as the wind brushed her ears, it gradually transformed into a sense of freedom.
She bound her hair back, her robes fluttering like wings.
She reached out to touch the clouds above the sea they carried spiritual energy.
Settling cross-legged on the boat, she closed her eyes to meditate.
As her breath flowed, the boat’s spiritual runes awakened,
harmonizing with her awareness and the heavens.
Her spiritual consciousness rippled outward like waves,
drawing in streams of spiritual energy from the mist.
Her dantian stabilized, her veins resonated lightly.
And this path had only just begun.