Capítulo 845: Chapter 767: If There Is No Light at Night
The two of them strolled leisurely to the distant riverbank, gazing at the vast farmlands.
The fields were long abandoned by evening, and the distant village was brightly lit, with the faint sounds of laughter carried over, indistinct yet heartwarming.
There were still light snowflakes in the sky, turning to raindrops upon touching one’s face, bringing a refreshing chill. The snow in the fields had long lted, clearing the way, and the fields were slightly moist, making the soil look rich.
A prosperous year is foretold by the auspicious snow.
In reality, every household had no surplus grain this year. So might be better off in the city, where a little girl’s mother still called for dumplings, but in the countryside, poverty likely lingered. Yet the laughter indicated no gloom over the passing year, but rather an expectation for the one to co.
“The dividing of farmland you ntioned—we are doing it too. For example, this farm was originally owned by the Lu Family, but now it’s been distributed.” Tang Wanju looked steadily at the village lights for a long while and said softly, “It’s not easy to undertake so things, and spreading them across the world is even harder… But hearing such joyful laughter makes it worthwhile.”
Zhao Changhe didn’t reply.
Tang Wanju glanced at him curiously, “Why aren’t you talking?”
Zhao Changhe said, “I just want to spend a day resting with you without discussing state affairs or having you worry about them. Whatever it is, we can talk about it tomorrow.”
Tang Wanju’s gaze lingered on his face for a mont. Her eyes finally softened, and she lowered her head, whispering, “Okay.”
The two of them walked slowly by the river, as the village’s laughter gradually faded and the sound of the flowing river beca clearer. In the distance, they could vaguely see a small boat tied among the reeds, swaying gently.
Zhao Changhe glanced around sneakily, urging, “How about we go boating?”
Tang Wanju scolded lightly, “That’s stealing, you’d better be careful or I’ll arrest you!”
“Just for a little while and then we’ll return it. Oh, wait…” Zhao Changhe suddenly stopped and whispered, “There’s soone there.”
Tang Wanju’s heart tensed as they cautiously moved forward, only to quickly hear so sounds emanating from the reeds that made faces flush and ears burn—the small boat rocked even more fiercely.
Tang Wanju’s cold hand finally felt warm, her face burning with redness as she spat lightly.
Zhao Changhe stifled a laugh, turning his head without a word.
In such cold weather, soone is actually snuck off here engaging in an affair on a boat—such boldness!
As a proper maiden all her life and a high-ranking Imperial official, Tang Wanju found it unbearable. Stamping her feet, she pulled at his hand, “Let’s find another place!”
Zhao Changhe blinked, “Find another place for what?”
Tang Wanju, both furious and embarrassed, “You… I won’t indulge you in such things!”
Zhao Changhe burst into laughter, suddenly scooping her up in his arms and soaring upward, quickly leaving the place so as not to disturb others sneaking off for romance.
Tang Wanju nervously gripped his lapel, looking down to see the river recede, turning into a re creek. The snowflakes fluttered around, seemingly glowing faintly, quite beautiful in the scene.
She lifted her head slightly, eting his gaze. Zhao Changhe was looking down at her too, eyes full of mirth.
Tang Wanju suddenly felt a slight blush of sha. She had always been the elder sister, the superior, the master, but now he surpassed her in every way—being taken through the skies by him, it was like reliving a dream from her youth.
This was the romance other girls already tasted much earlier, but she, amidst the stormy empire, had hurriedly missed out. Now, on the first night of her new decade, she experienced it anew.
Her heart, previously embarrassed and frenzied, now cald, her forehead resting lightly against his chest, nestling cozily like a small bird.
He really has beco quite skilled…
The bobbing boat was long gone from sight; even the river beca a thin line with fields stretching for miles, looking sowhat unreal. Tang Wanju withdrew her gaze, finding that Zhao Changhe had already seated them atop a thick cloud. As she sat in his arms curiously scooping her hand, she was amazed to find it was all water.
“So clouds are really just water…” Tang Wanju murmured, “If that’s the case, it might not be so hard for to control these clouds…”
Zhao Changhe chuckled, “I brought you up here with that in mind… Even though you don’t manipulate water, you should still be in tune with it, able to learn easily.”
“Hmm…” Tang Wanju seed lost in thought.
In this place of no light, though she had so insights, they were vague and fleeting, hard to grasp.
The Spring Water Sword Technique wasn’t about manipulating water; it was about bending light through water. Long ago, Zhao Changhe understood its essence, often using it to deceive enemies’ eyes. At its core, it was about how to use light, with water simply as a dium, replaceable with anything else that could alter light.
Back at Tianya Island, Zhao Changhe, San Niang, and Xia Chichi had all understood the path of manipulating light, attributed to a page of a Heavenly Book that fell on Tianya Island. Leaving the island relied entirely on mastering light control. Xia Chichi played with the Flying Dragon in the Sky and Instantaneous Movent—a blend of the Azure Dragon’s path and light control.
At that ti, Zhao Changhe thought: Once I understand it, I’ll go back and teach you the Spring Water Sword Technique. (Chapter 585)
Unfortunately, Zhao Changhe lacked enough cultivation. It wasn’t until forging the Star River at the Temple that he barely broke through to the Second Layer Secret Treasure, while Tang Wanju had been at the Third Layer for so ti, lacking ti to study light’s path. He couldn’t teach her even a bit back then.
Now, after his breakthrough, he could truly teach her in return.
Seeing Tang Wanju’s dazed look, unable to catch the light within her heart, Zhao Changhe suddenly snapped his fingers, “Look…”
With the snap of his fingers, the dark sky of the snowy night was suddenly illuminated.
Tang Wanju looked up; the thick clouds parted softly, revealing the gentle moonlight hidden behind, descending upon her, the clouds beneath, the swirling snow, stars twinkling all around—ethereal like a celestial wonderland.
If there is no light here, I can summon the starlight for you.
“Bang!” From far below, in the Capital City, fireworks burst into the sky.
Stars burst forth, fireworks filled the sky, truly evoking the scene of the Eastern wind launching a thousand blooms, blowing down, stars like rain.
Tang Wanju, involuntarily, stood up.
She didn’t even notice she had left Zhao Changhe’s embrace, standing on the cloud without falling. Her body seed to harmonize with the halo, floating in the night sky.
The distant atmosphere grew heavy, the halo there refracted in wondrous ways, intertwining all around to create an illusion-like distorted void. It seed one could see the vast East Sea, clouds fading in and out; the mountains and waters of Wu and Yue; the moon reflecting in the Mirror Lake.
Also visible was the distant white snow of Heavenly Mountain, its outline appearing over the Capital, where the sun had yet to set.
Ti, space, and light intertwined, intertwined—dreamlike.
Not just Tang Wanju; even Zhao Changhe, who had just been comprehending the path of space, felt a flutter in his heart.
Each page of the Heavenly Book is connected, indeed true. The Space-ti Book had yet to be acquired, but the Light and Shadow Page was certainly related, with the location of that page already clear, residing in Kunlun… or perhaps… Jiuyou!
Without ntioning the Space-ti Book, the feeling of this mont of temporal and spatial intertwining alone was profound: Zhao Changhe, reflecting on the space travel from the afternoon and combining it with the shadow dodging he learned from Snow Eagle, suddenly felt he might achieve instantaneous movent without relying on the Heavenly Vault later… Best to test it soon.
For now, his thoughts were too preoccupied to ponder further. Before him stood Tang Wanju on the cloud bank, eyes gently closed, robe drifting, bathed in moonlight, ethereal and dreamlike. Her inherent celestial grace made her appear as Chang’e under the moon, floating like an immortal.
If viewed by soone with lesser cultivation, they might find Tang Wanju appeared hazy, clearly standing, yet seeming not of this mont, not in this place.
The fair one, standing by the waterside.
“Do you have a page of the Heavenly Book?” she suddenly asked.
Zhao Changhe replied, “I do.”
As he spoke, he moved to retrieve the Heavenly Book, but Tang Wanju suddenly opened her eyes, smiled slightly, and held his hand.
Zhao Changhe paused, and Tang Wanju embraced him gently, raised her head to kiss him, “Aren’t you capable of spiritual transmission? I won’t look; I want you to feed .”
Zhao Changhe imdiately dismissed the thought of taking out the book, tenderly embracing the jade beauty in his arms, lowering his head to kiss her.
On the cloud under the moon, the couple embraced and kissed, with the wind as their song, the snow as their dance, and the stars and moon as their backdrop. Should another see, they might think… What a celestial union, incomparable!
All directions of light seed to converge upon them. Observed carefully, it was indeed entering Tang Wanju’s consciousness, spreading eternally and boundlessly.
Amid the starlight of the spring snow night, Tang Wanju achieved her breakthrough.
The city’s fireworks seed to celebrate her.
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