Chapter Twenty: Loss of Power

  Shen Du, a young man who fought for his family's honor and to avenge the death of his loved ones, really died under the sword of the Emperor of Zhong Ma Empire?

  He still had too many doubts that were unanswered, Shen Gang betrayed the Shen family, Da Jian Men destroyed the Shen family, Fu Xingbo plotted to murder the former monarch, why did Fu Xuehan not want to leave the big prison, and why did Da Jian Men walk together with Fu Xingbo.

  Furthermore, who was the Sword Emperor expert that once appeared in the bamboo forest behind the Shen family's house? Who exactly rescued Shen Yao, or rather, is Shen Yao even still alive?

  Too many doubts were left unanswered, and Shen Du's body had already sunk heavily into the ground. Even as the two great Sword Emperors clashed in a battle that shook the earth, changed the winds and clouds, and made ghosts wail and gods howl, he just sank silently into the ground.

  At this moment, a strange phenomenon occurred. The black giant sword "Clang Clang" of Shendu began to tremble and sighed sorrowfully: "Shendu, I believe in my own eyesight, you absolutely cannot die so easily, I must save you!" It was the voice of the Great Eagle, and as it spoke, it transformed from a physical sword into a stream of yellow gas that entered Shendu's Tianlinggai.

  It was at that moment that Shen Du's originally sleepy face suddenly became radiant and full of life, with a flush of peach blossoms on his cheeks.

  But he never got up again until time passed by, about three years later.

  The Shaanxi Province of the Allied Forces.

  This is the border of the Empire of Weights and Measures, adjacent to the Demon Capital of the Dragon Blood Empire, which has been invaded by the Demon Capital for many years.

  The castle owner Feilu looked radiant today, with a smile on her lovely face because Shen Du had already woken up.

  "This, where is this?" Shen Du opened his eyes that had not moved for three years, and those dark pupils stared blankly at the tall and charming woman in front of him.

  Feilu smiled and replied: "Eh, you've finally woken up. This is the Allied Provinces. How are you feeling now?"

  Shen Du heard this and furrowed his brow, jumping up from the bed. He walked to a military uniform mirror and saw that his body was much taller than before. His originally delicate and handsome face had also matured, but he thought it was even more handsome than before.

  "Provincial governor! What time is it? How did I get here?" Shen Du turned around, looking at Fei Lu with a shocked expression, only to realize that his own voice had also become full of magnetism, and the characteristics of a man were even more pronounced.

  Feilu's face still wore a smile, and he replied in a gentle voice: "You, just waking up and already so many questions. Honestly, I'll tell you, you were rescued by me three years ago from the border town of the Death Capital. At that time, you were on your last breath, but for some reason, your body emitted a special aura, an aura that didn't seem to belong to humans. When I saved you, I even thought, 'You can't be some kind of monster transformed into human form, right?'"

  "Ah!" Shen Dou smiled awkwardly: "How is that possible? Then have you seen anything else beside me?"

  "Other things, are you referring to this jade pendant?" Fei Lu took out the deep green jade pendant from his bosom, on which was engraved Shen Ao Tian's name.

  Shen Du took it over and muttered to himself: "Shen Ao Tian, Shen Ao Tian, who is Shen Ao Tian?"

  His voice was extremely low, but Feilu heard it exceptionally clearly, and asked in surprise: "What, you don't know who Shen Aotian is? I thought this was your name."

  Shen Dou heard this and smiled awkwardly again: "No, I really am surnamed Shen, but I'm not called Shen Ao Tian."

  "Oh? What's your name?" Feilu asked.

  "My name is Shen Dou, and I haven't had a chance to ask for your esteemed name yet."

  "Haha, Shendu, good name, if you want to know my real name, it's not that easy, do you know who the Lord of the Desert City is?"

  "It's Feilu, a man like a king. It's said that his every frown and smile can captivate all the young maidens in Shazhou. What does this have to do with you? Are you his wife or sister?" Shen Du asked.

  Feilu couldn't help but burst out laughing and said: "Where did you hear these rumors from? I, the lord of this desert city, don't know anything about it."

  "Ah!" Shen Du was shocked and lost his color, the woman in front of him, with a charming appearance and a soft voice, actually claimed to be the lord of Sha City, he couldn't believe it.

  Feilu smiled and said: "Forget it, I won't blame you for being young and ignorant. But since I saved you, how are you going to repay me?"

  Originally, Shen Dou was going to come to Sha Cheng to find Fei Lu. Now, Fei Lu had unexpectedly become his lifesaver, and his heart began to waver. If the second half of the Shen Men Fifteen Swords were really on her, how should he deal with it? But there was no time to think too much. After a moment's thought, Shen Dou said calmly: "The city lord saved Shen Dou, Shen Dou is eternally grateful. In the future, if there is anything that requires Shen Dou's assistance, Shen Dou will definitely work tirelessly for the city lord."

  Seeing Shen Du speaking so politely and courteously, Fei Lu felt somewhat displeased, shrugged his shoulders, found a long bench in the room and sat down, saying: "I saved you, this is a great favor, if it's just a trivial matter, how can such a great favor be repaid?"

  "Hmm, what does the castle owner think?" Shen Du asked with a smile, his hands clasped behind his back.

  "Why don't we do it this way? You tell me first, what are you best at?" Fei Lu said with a mischievous grin.

  Shen Du heard this and thought for a moment before saying: "I'm actually not good at anything, except for dancing with swords, I'm almost useless at everything else."

  "All right, you show me a set of sword moves. If I'm satisfied, then consider the favor repaid." Fei Lu said with a generous expression, patting his chest.

  This also made Shendu's line of sight move down a few points from Feilu's charming and moving face, just falling on that undulating place, tall and round, instantly blushing.

  Feilu seemed to have sensed something too, "cough cough", reminding Shendu not to be presumptuous.

  Shen Du immediately woke up with a start, "Oh, heh heh, great." As she spoke, she happened to take a step forward, but felt her body go numb.

  "What's going on!" Shen Du felt that there was no internal strength in his body, and the action just now was too fast, he even felt that his whole skeleton was about to scatter.

  Feilu saw Shendu standing there with a troubled expression and asked in surprise, "What's wrong with you? Why aren't you moving?" After saying that, he looked at Shendu's hands and said, "Oh, it's because of this." Then, he found a long, slender sword from the room and threw it to Shendu, "Is this okay now?"

  Shen Dou received the treasured sword. The slender treasured sword weighed less than twenty kilograms, but in Shen Dou's hands, it felt surprisingly heavy.

  "No! How is this possible!" Shen Du was shocked in his heart, his iron arms could easily swing the giant eagle's phantom transformation into a ten-thousand-jin sword, but now the small sword in his hand was so laborious to hold.

  Noticing something amiss on Shen Du's face, Fei Lu asked in surprise: "Are you dissatisfied with the narrow space here? Why don't we move to the square instead?"

  "No, it's not that... I just found out my body hasn't recovered yet." Shen Du said in a low voice, his face flushing with embarrassment.

  "Oh, I see. Alright then, let's wait until you've recovered and then you can show me your sword dance again, okay?" Fei Lu spoke to Shen Du in a grown-up tone.

  Originally, Shen Du only felt physically uncomfortable, but now he also feels mentally unwell. However, the other party is after all the benefactor who saved his life, and on top of that, a beautiful woman with a slender figure and stunning looks. He could only smile and reply: "No problem." But the doubts in his heart remained unresolved.

  Feilu thought it was true, thinking that Shendu was just simply not restored, and kindly said: "Then I'll ask the doctor to come over and take a look at you." Without waiting for Shendu to speak, he slipped out of the room in a flash.

  Left alone in the room, Shen Du stood still, staring blankly at his own arms. He couldn't help but think of that battle three years ago, which was truly perilous and thrilling. In that shocking and exciting battle, he lost all his strength, unable to even lift a 20-jin sword. His expression gradually turned sorrowful and lost.