Death… and me

"A fiancée is…" Chu Yang said half a sentence and went mute. What is a fiancée? A fiancée… How best do I answer this question?

"Hey Du Xing, what is a fiancée?" Chu Yang turned and asked.

"This…" Gu Du Xing scratched his head and answered with embarrassment, "This is really hard to explain! Hey, Dong Wu Shang, what's a fiancée?"

Dong Wu Shang was caught by surprise and countered, "What do you think a fiancée is?"

"What is a fiancée, Brother Chu Yang?" Mo Qing Wu asked anxiously.

Seeing as to how none of the other guys were able to even answer, Chu Yang decided that he had no choice but to wreck his own brain for an answer. He thought for a moment before he replied, "A fiancée is a future wife! Yes, that's it!"

"Future wife?" Mo Qing Wu blinked with confusion.

"It's just like…" Beads of perspiration began to form on Chu Yang's forehead. He began to flail his arms and suddenly became very animated. He had an idea, "it is something like your father and mother. When your mother was young, she was your father's fiancée. Do you understand?"

"Oh, so it's like that…" Mo Qing Wu replied as she understood what Chu Yang had said she then asked: "would having a fiancée mean always being together?"

"Yes, yes. In the future, they would always be together!" Chu Yang wiped off the sweat that had gathered on his forehead as he replied. "In addition, a fiancée should always be taken care of, not to be made angry or sad. In short, your fiancée is the person who would love you and treat you the best."

"That good? Brother Chu Yang, can I be your fiancée?" Mo Qing Wu asked shyly. Her eyes fluttered as she looked at Chu Yang dreamily.

"Ack, ack!!!" Gu Du Xing was eavesdropping and snickering on the side when he suddenly choked and started coughing. Rui Bu Tong and Dong Wu Shang broke out into loud laughter.

"Okay! Good, good!" Chu Yang was elated as he replied, "From now on Xiao Wu is my fiancée… Hahaha, I am here fiancé… Hahaha!!!"

Mo Qing Wu then laughed with satisfaction, "You are not allowed to make me angry or sad. If you have nice food, you have to feed me. I will have to be the first to play if there are any fun things. If there is a good story, you have to tell it to me immediately!"

Cold sweat poured out of Chu Yang's head. So this was the reason why the little miss had chosen him…

After the laughter, Dong Wu Shang suddenly asked, "Little sister, can I look at your saber?" Dong Wu Shang was extremely passionate about sabers as he was a clan which specialized in their use.

Gu Du Xing, Ji Mo, and Luo Ke Di refrained from asking when they saw the saber because they did want to be rude and ask about where it came from.

While Luo Ke Di's clan was an enemy of the Mo clan, he could have pretended to not have seen Mo Qing Wu's saber… However, Ji Mo had understood his thoughts and intentionally led him away to prevent him from asking such a question.

Otherwise, with such a precious saber in front of his eyes, how could the two second young masters have controlled their curiosity?

In their minds, they were starting to view Chu Yang as their boss!

"This saber is Brother Chu Yang's gift to me!"

This statement that came from Mo Qing Wu made Luo Ke Di abandon any trace of the thoughts that he originally had in his head.

If this was a gift from the boss, and he sold out this secret, would he not be betraying the boss? That was an unforgivable offense in Jiang Hu!

However, Dong Wu Shang had long been under the influence of his clan and loved sabers to the point of obsession. He found it truly excruciating to have such an exceptional saber held in front of his face and not even be able to hold it for a brief moment!

He restrained himself for a while before he could no longer control himself and start to beg again.

Mo Qing Wu turned to Chu Yang and asked, "Brother Chu Yang, should I let him see it?"

"Let him!" Chu Yang smiled internally. Dong Wu Shang only needs to see this saber and he would never be able to leave this place in this lifetime! He is just like Gu Du Xing; they are obsessed with these things.

Mo Qing Wu handed the saber over to Dong Wu Shang. He became so excited, his face reddened. He wiped the blade with his sleeves. Seeing that there was still some dust, he immediately rushed over to the lakeside to wash it clean and hastily rushed back.

Seeing that he took a long time, Mo Qing Wu became angry and almost took the saber back from him.

With Dreaming of a Gentle Dance Saber in his hand, Dong Wu Shang carefully held it as his eyes were filled with deep admiration and awe. He gently caressed the saber before swing it a few times. He looked at the saber as if looking at a lover that he had longed for ages.

A little later, Dong Wu Shang softly sighed. He turned the blade and made a light cut on his arm. Blood immediately spilled out. Mo Qing Wu screamed in terror.

Dong Wu Shang's countenance was in reverence as he let one drop of blood fall on the blade. He raised the saber up and the drop of blood easily slid down; when it got near the hilt a red light flashed. He then turned the saber such that it faced downwards and the drop of blood slid down to the tip of the saber.

The blood gently dropped down to the ground. The saber blade glistened without any residual blood on it.

Dong Wu Shang looked up and let out a long sigh, "This was truly a masterpiece, incomparable to anything I've ever seen!"

This ritual of coating a saber with fresh blood was the ultimate show of respect that a saber master could have for a saber! It was also the most ancient ritual in saber arts.

"Wu Shang, do you like what you see?" Chu Yang smiled and asked.

"I love it as much as my own life!" Dong Wu Shang answered with an annoyed sigh. He then reluctantly handed the Saber back to Mo Qing Wu. Seeing Mo Qing Wu carelessly put the saber back into the tattered scabbard, Dong Wu Shang's face twitched in agony.

"If you can stay here, I will find you a saber which will rival this!" Chu Yang said casually.

"Really?" Dong Wu Shang stood up and stared at Chu Yang, "Do you really mean it?"

"I, Chu Yang, keep my words above all else!" Chu Yang replied seriously.

"Boss!" Dong Wu Shang face flushed with excitement. He knelt down and cried, "Boss… please, you must find me another one! After seeing this saber… I will not be able to sleep at night!!!"

Chu Yang was scared! He never thought Dong Wu Shang would react with such enthusiasm and as intensely as this!

"It is because you don't use sabers, therefore, you don't know how important they are to a saber master!" Dong Wu Shang proudly looked up, "Sabers are the king of all weapons! The first metal weapon in history was the saber! Sabers are the ancestors of all weapons!"

"Sabers rank supreme! In comparison to all other weapons, the saber is always ranked number one!" Dong Wu Shang gaze was heated, "A saber master is the most distinguished! In all of history, no one has ever been able to reach the peak of saber arts! Sabers will remain without a peak! You will never be able to understand the allure of a precious saber to a saber master. To a saber master, the saber is his entire world! The saber is his father, mother, wife, lover, and child; it is his blood, it is his soul!"

"Since young, I, Dong Wu Shang vowed that I would be the person to bring saber arts to its peak!" Dong Wu Shang continued fanatically, "However, finding a saber that worthy of being fused with my soul is as difficult as climbing to heaven!"

Dong Wu Shang said, "If you can find me a saber like this, my life will become yours!"

"Your life? Don't talk so seriously." Chu Yang replied solemnly, "What I am current lacking are martial brothers and not subordinates. I require martial brothers who are willing to reach the top with me. We will be able to control nature and engrave our names in history! I hope that I will always have good martial brothers in my life, never parting, working together, and sharing a destiny!"

Chu Yang said dreamily, "I hope to have the kind of martial brothers that would be willing to sacrifice without regret! This is true brotherhood!"

"I also hope that when I stand at the top, my martial brother would be there and I would not be alone. Conversely, I hope that when any of my martial brothers stand at the top, I would be able to be there to keep him from being lonely as well!"

"I hope that when I am helpless and destitute, my martial brothers will always be there, by my side!"

Chu Yang spoke with deep sincerely. His voice was filled with determination and earnestness. In his previous life, what Chu Yang lacked the most was affection! This resulted in it being what he wanted the most now in this life!

"I hope to be able to build a glorious life with all of you and leave a legacy which will last forever! It is my ambition that even a hundred thousand years later, our legend would still be told. You will be in my legend, and I will be in yours! And we will never let down the word brother!"

As Chu Yang spoke those words, Gu Du Xing and Rui Bu Tong who were standing still next to him shone with dedication!

If I become a legend later, I hope you will be in it!

If you become a legend later, I hope I will be in it!

Never let down the word brother!

We shall never let down the word brother!

Chu Yang sighed. His eyes were filled with the burden which he carried as he looked towards the faint horizon. After a long while, he breathed out heavily.

"Martial brothers are built by sticking together through thick and thin. With hard work, we will persevere and excel regardless of the circumstances before us! This way, we will be tough as steel with a love as strong as stone!"

"I did not understand your intention in creating Heavenly Armament Pavilion, but I believe that I am starting to." Gu Du Xing said slowly.

"Haha, people of all kinds gathering and living together." Chu Yang quietly replied, "People often say regardless of whether you are successful or a beggar, you will still be my brother."

Chu Yang shook his head and smiled, "However, this is only a saying. You should know that when you are successful and your martial brother is still poor and struggling, you are no martial brother of his. In other words, even though you might still think of him as a martial brother, but in reality, you are not worthy of being a martial brother to this poor person! Not the other way around!"

"When you are working hard, your martial brother is working hard as well. When you become successful and he stays poor as before, the question becomes, why didn't you help him a little before? You would simply be lending him a hand which does not cost you much effort. But you did not bother. What is the point of you thinking of him as a martial brother? On the contrary, if your martial brother becomes just a tool for you to show off your wealth and success, can such a person still be called a martial brother?

Chu Yang answered himself, "Being martial brothers means to share hardship; being martial means to share in each other's success! To become true martial brothers, you have to go through hardship with one another!

"This is how I think!" Chu Yang continued, "Currently, I am still not worthy of being your martial brother, and you are still not worthy of being my martial brothers. Therefore, I hope that we will work together from now on, and build this brotherhood together!"