Unusual Fate Records

Chapter 294.024. The Legendary Person
Jin Junlai knew that the other party was not being arrogant. This chilling sharpness penetrated through the skin, seeped into the blood, and chilled him to the bone.

It's like witnessing a samurai draw his sword; you know he'll die if he does, but you can't suppress the anticipation of seeing blood.

"There's no other way. Life is too short to be arrogant for long." Jin Junlai said with a smile.

"To dare to raise a weapon against me is already an act of extreme arrogance."

The other party was not annoyed, but smiled and said, "Very well, let me see what level your country's top martial artists will reach in a few hundred years."

“You may not know this, senior, but the concept of ‘nation’ no longer exists in this world,” Jin Junlai grinned at him.

"With a clear mind and adherence to rules within one's borders, a nation naturally emerges. Your fertile land stretches for thousands of miles, with beautiful waters all around, making it an ideal place to live out one's days in peace. I have always dreamed of how much my swordsmanship would improve if I were to settle here."

"It's a pity you'll never have that chance."

"No, it's just one of my regrets. If I had been nurtured by this land and water, I probably wouldn't have even touched the way of the sword. In such a beautiful and wonderful world, why would I need to fight with a sword just to survive?"

“Sword Master has a kind heart.” Jin Junlai rarely looked at him more than once and said, “However, the people living on this land are not as romantic as you imagine. They are all rough men trying to make a living, and they don’t have many fancy things to do.”

Jin Junlai shook the arm holding the halberd and said, "Whatever the conflict, let's settle it with a real fight."

"A swordsman..." The other person seemed to be touched by this word, lowered his eyes, and looked into the distance along the stone path.

When he looked up again, his eyes had gradually turned cold: "Your Excellency is right."

“You are a rare martial artist. I believe that whatever our purpose may be, weapons are the most suitable means of communication between us.”

"Katsuhiko Kamiizumi, please give me your guidance." With that, the swordsman placed his fingers on the hilt of his sword, one segment at a time, as if holding the delicate hand of a beloved woman.

Jin Junlai felt a subtle twitch in his heart.

Be nice.

Just how difficult is Jin Ziyue's trial? It even attracted the number one swordsman of the He clan from five hundred years ago.

Five hundred years ago, during the Warring States period, there was a man who followed the swordsmanship of the famous samurai Aizu Ikōsai. With his extraordinary talent, he created the "Shinkage-ryū" school, which was unmatched by any swordsman of his time. He dominated the world, and even the famous "Tiger of Kai," Takeda Harunobu, praised him highly despite being politely refused by him.

More importantly, this man was a master of both spear and sword throughout his life, defeating countless enemies and never suffering a defeat.

Now, he has lived for over five hundred years in the form of a White Walker, and the extent of his swordsmanship is probably quite terrifying. There's no need to activate the Fate-Reading Technique; one's Fate Sense already senses that the opponent's Fate Text is like a volcano in flames, with endless lava flowing through the sword's opening, ready to unleash a massive eruption at any moment.

Any person who controls destiny will be shocked when they first see a decree of this magnitude.

【Deep Affection for the Old Sword】, 1,500 years. Subtracting the 500-year lifespan, the extra 1,000 years is cultivation.

"So you are the Sword Saint, my apologies for my rudeness." Jin Junlai tried his best to appear cultured, cupping his hands in a respectful bow, but the halberd in his right hand was awkwardly poked at the moonlight.

"I'm not a great figure like the Sword Saint who will be remembered in history. I'm just an ordinary father. As parents, you know, we always hope that our little rascals can live a comfortable life and suffer less."

Jin Junlai took a deep breath and gently twisted the Qingping Halberd in his hand, adjusting it to an angle that made it touch the ground at an angle.

"However, if anyone tries to touch a single hair on his head—no matter who it is, even if it's the Emperor himself, I will bite them and tear a piece of flesh off them."

As soon as he finished speaking, Jin Junlai's eyes changed. They became sharp, and his vertical pupils reflected the silver moon. His Qingping Halberd seemed to come alive, gleaming with cold light and whistling. On his body, the five elements of destiny energy—metal, wood, water, fire, and earth—were displayed side by side, creating an aura as powerful as a rainbow.

A look of admiration flashed in Kamiizumi Katsuhiko's eyes. He slowly drew his sword, his knees gradually sinking, and said, "Since it is a lion, I will use this move, 'Shinkage-ryu: Lion's Crouch,' as a greeting gift."

Two dark figures crossed paths, and a flash of silver light appeared—!
Tick ​​tock!

A clear spring was rippled, shattering the crescent moon reflected in the lake.

……

"Dong dong dong dong."

Urgent footsteps echoed from the hospital corridor. When Jin Ziyue opened the ward door, he saw Qingli lying unconscious on the floor, the bedsheets pulled back, and Chen Ruolan, who had been lying on the bed, was nowhere to be seen.

"Teacher, cheer up."

Jin Zi jumped up and woke Qing Li up.

The young male teacher slowly woke up, murmuring Ruolan's name.

"Ruolan...Ruolan has been kidnapped! Quick...Call the police..."

"Who kidnapped them? Does the teacher remember?"

"Just now... someone attacked me from behind. I couldn't see his face clearly, so he probably hasn't gone far."

Jin Ziyue hurriedly stood up and said:
"Teacher, please rest first. I'll go find her."

As soon as I stepped out of the ward, I heard a clatter downstairs, followed by the sound of glass shattering.

Jin Ziyue chased after the sound of glass breaking and looked down. On the road, a strong man was carrying a girl in a blue and white hospital gown, running wildly in the night.

Further away, there was a van parked!

Jin Ziyue gritted his teeth, quickly crossed the stairs, and rushed out of the hospital.

Nurses and doctors quickly moved aside, some still surprised by the sound of glass breaking.

Jin Ziyue turned and went out, quickly leaping over the green belt and onto the road. From a distance, he saw the other party's men putting the unconscious Chen Ruolan into a van.

He was about to sprint when suddenly a bright light appeared from behind, illuminating the road ahead, followed by the gentle engine sound of a small electric scooter.

Jin Ziyue turned around, and the person who came in took off their helmet, revealing a head of beautiful hair.

“You…” Jin Ziyue hesitated.

Fu Qin said irritably, "You can borrow the car."

Because she needed to commute to school, she bought a scooter a long time ago.

"Mmm." Jin Ziyue nodded to her, then turned over and straddled her.

"Be careful." The girl stood under the streetlight, staring at him intently, her eyes seeming to hold unspoken words, but only four simple words came out of her mouth.

"Yes, it will." Jin Ziyue started the accelerator, and the little scooter seemed to become fiercely cute, humming and rushing forward.

A gentle breeze caused strands of hair to brush against her cheeks. Fu Qin brushed the hair away from her face, her eyes revealing undisguised worry.

……

On the highway, many vehicles were moving slowly, but the van gradually shifted gears and accelerated. In the distance, a small electric car was also trying to speed up, and even its headlights looked much brighter.

The night wind blew against Jin Ziyue's face, and the coolness seeped into his pockets, but he seemed oblivious.

He had a premonition that this was probably the final stage of the trial. After completing this event, he would have to return to reality.

Old Jin said that he had to let go of those romantic feelings in order to truly grow up.

However, Jin Ziyue already had the answer in his heart.

Sorry, Lao Jin.

If a person's growth comes at the cost of abandoning companions and loved ones, watching helplessly as those around them fall into sorrow, solely for their own survival in the world, then that kind of strength is like stagnant water without a source.

(End of this chapter)