Chapter 109: Ending The one standing beside Biqing has always been...

Three hundred years later.

Demon world.

Xuan Yi lay in the rocking chair by the window, quietly basking in the sun.

Warm sunlight shone on his pale face.

Xuan Yi turned his head to look at the blue sky outside the window, spread out his palm, and a wisp of green spirit appeared in his palm.

Xuan Yi carefully held the spirit and placed it in the golden cup beside him.

That day, Biqing jumped down from Chengjingtai, and he jumped down too.

His eyes were covered by a bluish-white light, and he felt a tearing pain in his body. The force seemed to tear him into pieces.

He closed his eyes, resisted the force, and hugged Biqing.

When he woke up again, he had been taken back to the clan by Mo Jue and was lying on the couch to recuperate.

Xuan Yi could feel how weak he was at that moment. He opened his mouth for a long moment, but only managed to squeeze out a breathy sound: "Biqing..."

For him, it was his best effort.

Xuan Yi tried hard not to fall asleep. When he saw his brother's evasive face, a trace of blood flowed out of his mouth.

"Brother!" Mo Jue continued to channel his demonic energy into his brother. "Don't overthink it! You're seriously injured!"

"Biqing..." Xuan Yi repeated the name of his beloved.

There seemed to be something in front of him. Xuan Yi lowered his eyes and realized that there was a wisp of green spirit in his arms.

Facing the face with tightly pursed lips, Xuan Yi did not speak, but silently gathered the spirit that was flashing with green light and stopped in front of him.

It’s Biqing.

An overwhelming sour feeling surged up to the tip of my nose, and my eyes felt very hot.

Xuan Yi's vision was blurry, and he tried hard not to cry.

Mo Jue said nothing and focused on healing his brother's injuries.

The spirit in Xuan Yi's arms was unusually quiet, and no one could touch it except himself.

During the hundreds of years that Xuan Yi was recuperating from his injuries, this wisp of spirit had always been by his side, never going anywhere.

"Biqing, when did you discover that you could purify foul energy?"

Xuan Yi asked to himself again.

In fact, he knew the answer long ago.

The spirit stayed in the golden cup, flashing a faint light.

"I don't mean to blame you."

Xuan Yi forced out a not-too-ugly smile: "I just missed you so much."

He looked out the window, watching a few bird demons flying through the air, and whispered, "Everything in the demon world is getting better. Biqing, when will you get better?"

Chisong said that the fact that Biqing used her own life to purify the foul air of the demon world reached the ears of the Emperor of Heaven.

The Emperor of Heaven did not blame Bi Qing, and with a sentence of "merits and demerits offset each other", he let the matter go.

Chisong would not let go of the elders who harmed his niece, and revealed the matter in front of the Emperor of Heaven.

My brother's family died in vain, so why should they be able to live well?

Chisong was even prepared to personally eliminate the elders if the Emperor of Heaven did not show up.

Now she is alone, and nothing in this world can hold her back.

Fortunately, the Emperor of Heaven was fair. After the truth about Biqing's parents was revealed, he sent the elder to the animal realm, where he would never be able to become an immortal.

Considering that the other elders were unaware of this, he was demoted to a mortal for a thousand years.

The Emperor originally wanted to give the position of elder of the Xiaoxiang clan to Chisong, but Chisong was only interested in finding a way to bring Biqing back to life and had no mood to stay in heaven.

Chisong glanced at Jinshe and said, "This little bamboo has some conscience."

Jin Xi was naturally promoted to the position of elder.

The Xiaoxiang clan changed overnight.

Not only the Xiaoxiang clan had changed, but the entire heaven was like this.

The Emperor of Heaven dissolved the peace pact for unknown reasons.

Everything changed dramatically after Biqing sacrificed herself to purify the evil spirit.

But that was all in the past. For Xuan Yi, the most important thing was: when would Biqing recover?

After calculating the time, Xuan Yi left the rocking chair, took his cloak from the clothes rack, and put it on.

After thinking for a moment, he held Biqing's spirit and took her out of the house.

Although they still live at the foot of Kunlun Mountain on the edge of the demon world, this place is already very different from before.

The trees are lush and shaded, the birds are singing, the flowers are fragrant, and the stream is gurgling.

Over the past three hundred years, they have taken root here and built the same magnificent palaces as when they left their hometown.

Xuan Yi held the spirit in one hand and pushed the door open with the other.

The first thing you see is the arrogant red pine dressed in dark green clothes.

Akamatsu comes here every three years.

The first time she set foot on the territory of the wolf demon clan, Mo Jue rudely stopped her outside the barrier: "You are not welcome here!"

He knew clearly that his parents had passed away one after another, his heart meridians were incomplete, and his sister-in-law had turned into a wisp of spirit, all because of the person in front of him.

Chisong didn't even raise his eyelids: "I want to see Xuan Yi."

Mo Jue naturally wouldn't do as she wished: "Wishful thinking!"

Before he could see the movements of the person in front of him, he felt a terrifying force on his neck.

"Even the Demon Lord is not my match, so what can you, a mere wolf demon, do to me?"

Chisong didn't increase the strength of his hands, but just said: "Should I go in by myself, or do you want me to come in?"

Mo Jue sneered, "You've caused the demon world to be filled with foul air for a thousand years. What qualifications do you have to set foot in the demon world? And what qualifications do you have to ask me to invite you to meet my brother?"

The force on his neck suddenly disappeared, and in the blink of an eye, Akamatsu disappeared.

Mo Jue hurried to look for his brother, fearing that Chisong would snatch away Biqing's only remaining spirit.

Chisong looked at the spirit in Xuanyi's hand and sighed.

Xuan Yi comforted him, "It will get better. Biqing can't bear to leave you."

Chisong smiled bitterly: "Biqing has always been a person with her own ideas. I don't spend much time with her, but I know that she is very smart."

She was smart enough to discover in such a short time that she had the ability to purify the foul air.

Xuan Yi was in no mood to listen to Chi Song's grief, so he asked, "Have you found a way to help her recover?"

Chi Song said bluntly: "Give her to me, I will take her back to Yuluan Peak."

"Except this." Xuan Yi interrupted her coldly, protecting the spirit in his palm and repeating, "Except this."

It’s not that he doesn’t want to take Biqing back, but every time Chisong mentioned returning to heaven, the spirit in his arms would become uneasy.

Xuan Yi couldn't bear to see Bi Qing like this, and one day he felt pity for her and wanted to take his spirit with him to the heaven with Chi Song.

Unexpectedly, as soon as he walked out of the house, the spirit in his palm slowly dispersed. Frightened, Xuan Yi hurriedly used his magic power to stabilize the spirit, fearing that his spirit would dissipate accidentally and he would never see Biqing again.

Chisong stared at the azure-glowing spirit in Xuanyi's palm, his brow furrowed with worry. "Biqing, if you don't want to go back, Auntie won't force you. But think about Xuanyi. Can you really bear to see him guard a spirit that has no human form for the rest of his life?"

The spirit remained unmoved and stayed in Xuan Yi's palm.

"Don't push her."

Xuan Yi calmly ordered them to leave: "Biqing, you have seen it. If there is nothing else, Lord Chisong, please return."

Chisong sighed, and as always, left a little spiritual power in his spirit, and then left.

Xuan Yi sent Chisong away and soothed the spirit in his palm with a gentle voice, "Biqing, don't listen to your aunt's nonsense. As long as you are by my side, I will be content."

Being content is one thing.

Greed is another matter.

"elder brother!"

Mo Jue came over at the speed of wind. Seeing the spirit, he respectfully called her "sister-in-law" and continued, "Several demon leaders living nearby said they want to see you."

Xuan Yi said calmly, "No." He then added, "Ajue, next time something like this happens, you'll be the one to step in."

Soon after the peace pact was released, the leaders of other demon tribes in the demon world came to find him, wanting to make him the new leader of the demon world.

Xuan Yi was in no mood, so he replied, "If anyone really wants to take the position, it should be Biqing."

From then on, monsters would come to visit from time to time and ask about the fairy from heaven whom they had never met before.

At first, due to his status, Xuan Yi would drag his seriously injured body forward to say a few perfunctory words.

Later, he got annoyed and told others that he was seriously ill and would not see anyone.

Mo Jue spread his hands and said, "Brother, the leaders coming this time are Miss Shui Yun and Master Meng Chi."

My brother hasn't seen outsiders for a long time.

If this continued, he was afraid that his brother would get sick.

After three hundred years, his brother's physical wounds healed, but the wound in his heart grew deeper day by day.

Hearing the name of an old friend who was barely familiar to him, Xuan Yi's eyebrows twitched slightly.

After a while, he said, "No."

As dusk deepened, Xuan Yi simply took a few bites of the food Liao Ying brought him and lay back in the rocking chair.

As the sun gradually set behind Kunlun Mountain, the sky became completely dark.

The stars twinkled in the darkness through the closed windows of the house.

Xuan Yi really hopes that Bi Qing can see such peaceful days.

Xuan Yi summoned a bit of his magical power to light the lamp in the house. The dim candlelight drove away the pitch-black darkness and filled the huge yet empty house.

Xuan Yi would leave a lamp on for Bi Qing every night.

He can see at night, but Biqing can't.

He didn't know when Biqing would be completely well. What if Biqing came back at night, with so many tables and chairs in the room and no lights? She would inevitably bump into the corner of a table and get hurt again.

This lamp has been kept for three hundred years.

Late at night, it's easy to overthink. Xuan Yi lit the lamp in the room and recalled the first time he used his magical power to transform into a flower and left it beside Biqing's pillow in order to comfort her after her abdomen was pierced by a black snake.

At that time, her tears fell like pearls, one by one, and she looked extremely fragile.

Drop after drop of tears fell on Xuan Yi's heart.

Xuan Yi lowered his shoulders.

I must have fallen in love with Biqing at that time.

Maybe... even earlier.

Xuan Yi raised the corner of his mouth in self-mockery.

He often regretted that he was indecisive and worried about gains and losses, and that he did not make his feelings clear to Biqing early on.

But when I think about it again, it has always been me who has been standing next to Biqing.

He didn't know whether Biqing had discovered the feelings she had developed for him during the days of searching for the artifact.

"Biqing, have you liked me for a long time?"

Xuan Yi smiled softly at the spirit in the golden cup, "I don't know if you were the first to fall in love with me, or if I was the first to harbor unrealistic thoughts about you."

"Just think of it as me being the first to fall in love. You're too shy to admit it, even if you were to fall in love with me first."

Xuan Yi glanced at the full moon hanging high in the sky, then holding the spirit in the cup, he left the rocking chair and walked to the rosewood bed.

He placed the spirit on the couch, undressed himself, and lay on the couch in only his undershirt.

He raised his hand and touched the green bed curtain painted with landscape patterns. Xuan Yi lowered it halfway to block out some of the candlelight.

Xuan Yi turned sideways, facing the spirit resting on the soft pillow beside him.

Xuan Yi moved towards the pillow where the spirit rested.

He pulled the quilt over himself, closed his eyes and rested his tired body.

Half asleep and half awake, a light fragrance came to my nose.

It is the unique fragrance of Biqing.

Xuan Yi frowned and ignored it.

He has had this kind of dream countless times since he came back.

Every time I open my eyes with full of anticipation.

Empty handed.

And then heartbreak.

Xuan Yi pulled the quilt over his nose, forcing himself to ignore such a dream.

If you don't open your eyes, you won't taste the pain of heartbreak.

The light fragrance became stronger and stronger. Xuan Yi turned over and closed his eyes tighter.

Xuan Yi struggled to sleep all night in the familiar fragrance.

The chirping of birds outside the house completely dispelled Xuan Yi's already slight sleepiness.

He caught a glimpse of a strand of black hair from the corner of his eye, and Xuan Yi froze. He slowly and in disbelief turned his head.

Black hair casually spread on the couch, skin as pale as snow, long, tightly closed eyelashes, a tall, graceful nose, lips that had lost all color...

Xuan Yi's heart stopped for a moment, and his heartbeat was as chaotic as thousands of troops marching across a plain.

“Biqing…!”

(Complete text on August 4, 2025)

(Making the final submission on December 30, 2024)