Martial Arts Secret Realm: Only I Can Know the Plot?

The sound was broken and intermittent due to the wind, but Sun Fan still recognized it.

It is Di Yun.

"Over here!" Sun Fan shouted and ran towards the direction from which the sound came.

Dong Dahai, Honglang, Du Ming, and Mu Xueer followed behind, the five of them running wildly on the snow, stumbling and nearly falling several times.

After turning a bend in the mountain valley, Sun Fan saw it.

Two people stood on the snow in the distance.

A man wearing a tattered cassock, with messy hair and a limp in his left leg—that was Di Yun.

The other one was a girl, dressed in a filthy plain dress, with her hair disheveled and her face covered in tear stains.

Shui Sheng.

Di Yun also saw Sun Fan.

He didn't look much like a martial artist; he was more like a scholar.

Di Yun's eyes immediately reddened.

"Brother Sun—"

He staggered towards Sun Fan, his broken leg not fully healed, and he limped as he ran, nearly falling several times. Shui Sheng followed behind him, ran a few steps, then suddenly stopped, turned around, and looked at the entrance to the ice cave in the distance, sealed by snow.

Di Yun ran up to Sun Fan and knelt down on the snow with a thud.

"Brother Sun, I—I'm so sorry, I've caused you trouble again—"

Sun Fan squatted down, put his hand on his shoulder, and looked him up and down.

The broken leg was reattached, but not well; the bone is slightly crooked.

His body was covered in wounds, some new and some old, some already scabbed over, and some still bleeding.

His complexion was terrible, his lips were chapped, and he had heavy dark circles under his eyes.

But the person is still alive.

"It's alright," Sun Fan said. "It's good that you're alive."

He stood up and looked at the girl standing in the snow in the distance.

Shui Sheng was also looking at him.

The two people stood a dozen steps apart, staring at each other.

The wind blew between them, swirling up snowflakes.

Shui Sheng opened her mouth, as if to say something, but her throat felt blocked by something, and she couldn't utter a single word.

Sun Fan walked towards her, his pace neither fast nor slow.

He walked up to her and stopped.

"Are you Shui Sheng?"

Shui Sheng nodded.

"I know about your father and the others," Sun Fan said softly. "I'm sorry I'm late."

Shui Sheng's tears welled up instantly.

She bit her lip, trying her best to hold back, but she still couldn't help it.

She cried very hard, her whole body trembling, as if she wanted to cry out all the grievances, fears, and sorrows that had accumulated over the past few days.

Sun Fan didn't say anything, he just stood there and waited for her to finish crying.

After a long time, Shui Sheng's crying gradually subsided.

She looked up at Sun Fan, her eyes red and swollen like peaches.

"I heard from Di Yun that you...you really can summon souls?"

Sun Fan was stunned for a moment.

He glanced at Di Yun.

Di Yun lowered his head, like a child who had done something wrong.

Sun Fan was silent for a moment, then nodded.

"able."

Shui Sheng's tears welled up again.

"Then could you... could you call my father's soul back? I want to say a few words to him... just a few words..."

Sun Fan looked at her, at the almost pleading light in her eyes.

He knew that if he refused, the girl might break down on the spot.

But he couldn't agree.

Because the summoning of souls is fake.

That was a play he performed using recording equipment and dry ice.

Ling Shuanghua needed that lie because she needed to break free from that vow.

What Shui Sheng needs is not lies.

It is the courage to live.

"Shui Sheng," Sun Fan's voice was soft but firm, "Your father's soul doesn't need me to summon it."

Shui Sheng was stunned.

Why?

"Because he's always been by your side." Sun Fan pointed to her heart. "Right here."

Shui Sheng lowered her head and looked at her chest.

"As long as you live, he lives," Sun Fan continued. "You live for him, you see this world for him, you finish what he didn't finish. That's what he wanted."

Shui Sheng placed her hand on her heart, remaining motionless.

"Your father was a chivalrous man who fought for justice and helped the weak throughout his life. The martial arts he taught you and the principles he taught you are all in your heart. As long as you remember him, he is not dead."

He paused. "What you summon back is just a wisp of a lingering thought. The real person resides within your heart."

"He hopes you will always be the Twin Heroes of the Bell and Sword, that chivalrous woman who fights for the weak and punishes the strong."

Shui Sheng's tears flowed again.

But this time, she didn't cry out.

She stood there, her hand on her heart, her eyes closed, as if listening to something.

The wind and snow blew past her, whipping up her hair and the hem of her clothes.

After a long time, she opened her eyes.

There was something new in his eyes—not hope, but something heavier, more profound.

It's like a determination.

"Thank you," she said, her voice still a little hoarse, but much steadyer than before. "I know what to do."

Sun Fan nodded and didn't say anything more.

He turned around and looked at the tallest mountain in the distance.

Blood Blade Ancestor is still in the ice cave.

Three flowers fell and water flowed away, and three died; none came.

This debt cannot be left unresolved.

"Squad leader," Dong Dahai walked over, lowering his voice, "what do we do next?"

Sun Fan did not answer immediately.

He looked at the mountain peak and remained silent for a while.

"wait."

"What are you waiting for?"

"When Blood Saber Ancestor comes out," Sun Fan said, "if he wakes up and finds that Di Yun and Shui Sheng are gone, he will definitely come out to look for them."

"The heavy snow has blocked the mountain pass, limiting people's range of movement. Moreover, there are tracks everywhere on the snow, so he was certain that the two of them couldn't have gone far."

"He definitely won't let this go."

He turned around and looked at Dong Dahai: "We'll wait for him outside then."

Red Wolf rubbed his hands together and grinned, "Squad leader, can we get started now? We've been traveling all day, my hands are itching to get to work."

Sun Fan glanced at him: "You think you can beat him?"

Red Wolf's smile froze for a moment.

Blood Blade Ancestor. That's someone even Falling Flowers and Flowing Water couldn't defeat. For someone like him, a mere Strength Realm cultivator, to go up there would be suicide.

"You don't need to lift a finger," Sun Fan said. "You only need to do one thing."

"What is it?"

"Block the road."

Sun Fan squatted down and drew a simple map on the snow.

"This is the entrance to the ice cave. When Blood Blade Ancestor came out, this was the only path." He pointed to several points on the map. "You guard here, here, and here. You don't need to fight him; just block his path as he runs."

He raised his head and looked at everyone: "He's seriously injured, his internal energy hasn't recovered, and he can't run fast. As long as we don't let him run into the ice cave, we have a chance."

What he feared most was the Blood Blade Ancestor's amazing ice cave tactics.

It possesses a terrifying ability that can almost instantly kill experts of the same level.

Du Ming frowned: "Squad leader, you're going to deal with him all by yourself?"

Blood Blade Ancestor was in very poor condition, but Sun Fan was not in good condition either.

Moreover, the strength of Blood Blade Ancestor is far beyond what Fierce Tiger can match.