I'm only one year old, what the heck is a Overturning System?!-Chapter 335 - 162: Heaven and Earth Bridge (Please Subscribe)

Ultimately, Chen Yuan did not kill Wei Jinyu.

After splitting the tombstone, deep underground at about ten-zhang deep, he found Ling Yinrong.

In the dark and deep underground tomb, there was no light.

But Ling Yinrong appeared so vividly clear.

Her eyes were tightly shut, and the corners of her mouth were slightly upturned, still carrying a contented smile.

Dried blood stained the front of her hastily found shabby long robe. freewёbn૦νeɭ.com

Chen Yuan stared at her, somewhat at a loss.

He wanted to laugh but could not, wanted to cry but could not; in the end, it took almost all of his strength to squeeze out a smile.

"Sister, I’ll bring you to a safe place."

Saying this, Chen Yuan’s hands trembled slightly as he wiped the blood and dirt off her body.

He did it very meticulously, his movements not daring to go out of bounds.

Wei Jinyu squatted on the ground, watching Chen Yuan busy himself in the tomb, her gaze falling on Ling Yinrong.

She was so captivated, she didn’t even notice her vision had blurred.

The pervasive sadness around made the corners of her eyes unconsciously damp.

Only when Chen Yuan jumped out, chopped down a Black Rosewood Tree, and used his long blade to craft a coffin like a painting, did Wei Jinyu wipe her eyes and say:

"Cough, is there anything I can help with?"

Chen Yuan seemed not to hear her, with no intention to acknowledge her.

Wei Jinyu pouted, looking at the torn clothes on Ling Yinrong below, her eyes flicking around:

"I have some spare dresses here, do you want them?"

Chen Yuan then stopped his hands, turned back to look at her, his face expressionless, his eyes ineffable.

Calm, or perhaps deathly still, carrying a faint trace of turbulence.

Wei Jinyu felt uncomfortable under his gaze, shifted her body to the side and said:

"No peeking."

Saying this, she jumped down into the tomb, busying herself.

Chen Yuan glanced at her, realizing her intentions, and then withdrew his Sword Intent to focus on crafting the Black Rosewood Coffin.

Although it was simply made, he put his heart into it.

Inside the coffin, he laid a layer of leaves, adorned with fresh flowers on all four sides, and he specifically found a piece of jade for Ling Yinrong’s pillow.

He did everything to perfection.

But the regret, self-blame, and guilt in his heart scratched at him like a burning fire.

Once everything was ready, Chen Yuan stared at the Black Rosewood Coffin, lost in thought.

A breeze rustled through the woods, light passing through the gaps between the leaves, casting on his white hair, making his gaze flicker uncertainly.

In a trance, Chen Yuan entered the depths of his inner void.

A black-haired "Chen Yuan," sitting cross-legged in the dim void, looked at him mockingly.

"Hehehaha... can’t endure it anymore?"

"I’ve said it before, you can’t handle it."

"Even with your Second Brother helping, you still can’t handle it!"

The silver-haired Chen Yuan stayed silent, his gaze slightly shifting to look at Xiao Chenyi hidden in the corner.

And then, a childhood rhyme echoed around his ears.

The black-haired Chen Yuan started swearing again, his blood-red eyes glaring at Xiao Chenyi, muttering.

"Damn you, next time I see you, I’ll definitely chop you, this bastard!"

"Relying on your extraordinary Sword Dao Talent, forcing me to leave, hmph!"

Listening to his cursing, the white-haired Chen Yuan seemed to think of something, his voice hoarse as he asked:

"Do you believe in what Second Brother said about ’resurrection’?"

"Believe? Believe my arse!" The black-haired Chen Yuan snorted: "Only a fool like you would believe."

"Reincarnation and resurrecting the dead are completely different, if there were such Cultivation Techniques, which of those old monsters would die?"

"Not to mention, the First Generation Absolute Blade had such powerful strength, wouldn’t he have seized it?"

"Don’t be naive..."

The white-haired Chen Yuan glanced at him, his spirit returning to his body, his eyes reflecting the Black Rosewood Coffin.

Silence for a moment.

Only when Wei Jinyu’s voice came from behind in the tomb did Chen Yuan come back to his senses, his slightly sorrowful eyes gradually becoming resolute.

"Second Brother must be telling the truth!"

"Regardless, I must go to Taizhou Mountain to find out!"

Chen Yuan stepped forward to pick up the Black Rosewood Coffin and jumped down from the tomb, looking at Ling Yinrong now dressed in clean attire, a hint of gentleness appeared on his face.

Originally, Wei Jinyu still wanted to say something playful or to ask for some benefits.

But seeing the gentleness on Chen Yuan’s face, she couldn’t utter a word.

She could only stand quietly to the side, even trying to slow her breathing.

Wei Jinyu watched Chen Yuan carefully place Ling Yinrong inside, watched him tidy the hair on her forehead, watched him close the coffin.

Inexplicably, she felt somewhat envious, but more so curious; she suddenly really wanted to know the story between Chen Yuan and Ling Yinrong.

Wondering if it would be like those in the stories, a romance between a hero and a beauty.

After closing the coffin, a frosty blue Sword Intent enveloped it, layers of frost forming on the coffin.

Until the black inside was no longer visible, Chen Yuan then hoisted the coffin on his shoulder and stepped out of the tomb.

"I’ll take you to South-Garrison Pass."

Wei Jinyu caught up and heard this, shaking her head continuously: "No need."

Seeing Chen Yuan walking off regardless, she could only pout and follow.

"Not even a thank you..."

Muttering under her breath, Wei Jinyu once again bounced forward, her hands behind her back as she leaned forward and asked:

"Chen Yuan, can you tell me about you and this... sister, please?"

No response.

"Come on, consider it payment for that dress?"

Chen Yuan continued walking on his own.

His steps were steady, as if worrying about the stability of the coffin, concerned that Ling Yinrong might feel discomfort.

The frosty blue Sword Intent, like a ribbon, trailed along his path, sprinkling crystal-like points all the way.