The Villain Doesn’t Want To Get Entangled With the Beautiful Girl After Rebirth

61. Cultivating in the Sky, Just Crashed (Extra 4 for Monthly Tickets)

Thanks for the invite, cultivating in the sky, just crashed.

Lin Nuo, carrying Luo Xiaoxue, performed an aerial feat, suddenly crashing, thinking they were goners. Thankfully, he summoned his spirit sword in time to catch them, or else it would have been an untimely demise.

Lin Nuo steadied his body with the sword, slowly descending.

Phew, that was close.

Lin Nuo finally breathed a sigh of relief, experiencing a super high-altitude roller coaster fall for the first time in his life. Even when he was the world-ending villain, he had never felt so imposing, though he might have nightmares when he returned.

Lin Nuo carried Luo Xiaoxue, the young girl clinging tightly to him, eyes shut in fear.

Lin Nuo was quite annoyed when he thought about it. Such a timid girl possessed an astonishing physique. That Su fellow too, couldn’t even manage to fly properly with a sword, a simple and pure person, yet had a blood-locking cheat, advancing with each outburst, truly like a cow flying on a plane, bullish to the skies.

One can’t generalize about people, anger is pointless.

The spirit sword descended smoothly, Luo Xiaoxue no longer felt the rapid falling sensation, and felt somewhat more at ease.

“Master Lin, where are we now?”

“Look for yourself.”

“Um… I, I don’t dare…”

Luo Xiaoxue had a fear of heights, she had just opened her eyes to look down, then the sudden fall, the thought alone was too frightening, she didn’t want to experience that again.

“Then forget it.”

Lin Nuo didn’t comfort her, nor did he tell her the current situation. After all, if you don’t want to look, just stand on the spirit sword and wait for the ground, then go our separate ways, you take your sunny path, I’ll walk my single-log bridge.

“Um…”

Luo Xiaoxue continued to bury her head in Lin Nuo’s back, her heart actually quite conflicted, afraid of heights, afraid of looking down from high places. But she was also curious, curious about her own condition, curious about what she had just experienced.

After all, she was a princess of the Puhan Dynasty, she couldn’t always weakly bury her head in the back of a gentleman she had met by chance, even if he seemed reliable.

In truth, I’ve always hoped to conquer my fear of heights, constantly reassuring myself, “Take a look, it’s okay, with Young Master Lin here, you won’t fall.”

I slightly lift my head, opening my eyes, confirming I’m still aloft, but will I see the endless mountain ranges again? Each time I behold the dense natural layout, I can’t help but feel panic.

I strive to try, to look down below, even if it startles me, I try to endure a little longer. One must take the first step; I can’t remain stagnant.

Looking down, I see the continuous mountains once more, but this time it’s completely different.

The hills are painted with a myriad of flowers, transforming the monotonous mountain map into a vibrant and colorful landscape painting.

I love flowers, love to embrace nature when spring blooms, getting lost in a world where thousands of flowers flourish.

But looking down from such a height is a first for me, and unexpectedly beautiful.

The beautiful landscape moves and enlarges; I know we are descending.

Unconsciously, I gaze at this mountain scene for a long time, without panic, without trembling.

It’s miraculous, truly a first.

What is Young Master Lin doing?

I notice Lin Nuo gazing into the distance, standing on a long sword, descending slowly.

A breeze comes, lifting my hair, and the young man before me still looks afar, his focused gaze revealing a spirited air.

I’ve seen high-level monks glide through clouds on their swords, as graceful as the wind. The monk’s creed of path, chivalry, righteousness, and virtue, because of them, the mountains and rivers remain unharmed, inspiring more people to yearn for justice, to believe in the light.

And Young Master Lin must be such a monk, high in virtue and righteousness. Though his words are cold, his beliefs and morals are reflected in his actions. Dressed plainly, not appearing as a monk, he’s actually modest and unassuming. When faced with the encirclement of dark forces, he’s fearless in danger, rescuing me from dire straits.

Wandering the world with a sword, I’ve fantasized about holding the hand of my beloved, traversing every corner of these lands, just like now, seeing the place where we live.

A blessing in disguise, although I’ve encountered such peril, I’ve gained an extraordinary life experience, isn’t this also a stroke of luck?

After a long while, we fly past the mountains, and the spirit sword precisely lands before a city. The guards at the city gate spot Lin Nuo and me descending from the sky, running towards us.

Lin Nuo crouches slightly, and Luo Xiaoxue understands, hurrying down.

“Thank you, Young Master Lin.”

Luo Xiaoxue bows respectfully, showing her reverence for Lin Nuo.

Lin Nuo calmly says, “This is Huang City, you’re safe now. Go home with those officers, I must leave.”

“Young Master Lin, may I ask where your home is?”

“I have nothing to disclose.”

“Um… sorry, I was impolite…” Luo Xiaoxue lowers her voice, “Young Master Lin, will we meet again?”

“It’s best if we don’t.”

As the words fall, Lin Nuo steps onto the spirit sword, and with a whoosh, flies into the sky, disappearing into the distance.

His heroic figure and silhouette linger in Luo Xiaoxue’s mind, indelible.

So free and easy, the demeanor of a cultivator.

“Your Highness, the Princess!”

The guards rushed over in a panic.