Chapter 49 Qin Wenxue is a little butterfly; when she hears of Zhe Meng, her heart trembles...

Chang Kun chuckled and said, "Don't make that disgusted face. This is Soul Essence. You probably haven't heard of it, but it's a good thing. You were born in accordance with the will of Heaven. I've calculated that you will face a life-or-death tribulation in your destiny. Wear it carefully."

His words were vague, but they made Shi Wenzhe and the other two change their expressions, especially Qin Wenxue.

Seeing that he finally reacted, Chang Yan mocked, "I thought you were mute. You only learn bad things and never good ones. Do you think the Heavenly Dao is the same as yours?"

"Take it." After Chang Yan finished speaking, he tossed something to Qin Wenxue.

It was an object shaped like a shuttle, a deep blue color, like stars in the sky, containing infinite mysteries. However, it was very small, so small that when it landed in Qin Wenxue's palm, he had to look closely to see it clearly.

Qin Wenxue held the shuttle, a chill spreading through his fingertips.

"This is the Yuanqing Shuttle. You'll naturally learn how to use it later." Chang Yan spoke with an air of mystery and arrogance. Seeing his attitude, Qin Wenxue lost interest and didn't want to get entangled with him any further. She made a move to throw it on the ground.

Chang Yan said impatiently, "Hey, hey, I was just showing off! You little brats are so impatient." He sighed, looking very tired.

"Never mind." Chang Kun scratched his forehead, somewhat embarrassed, and said, "I really can't tell you what it does right now, but your clan likes beautiful things, so just consider it pretty and keep it around to play with."

"In short, it won't do you any harm."

He seemed somewhat melancholy, as if he wanted to express all the resentment in his heart. His words were heavy: "When I looked back, I didn't know it would bring annihilation to your clan. But if we have to talk about grudges and right and wrong, they are indeed related to me. The cause and effect are all on you. I can't interfere in other matters, but I can at least help you clear your karmic debts."

Chang Yan said earnestly, "Little brat, don't always look so unhappy. The sky won't fall down. Even if it does, your ancestors will still be here. Don't get too tainted by bloodshed. You have too many worldly karmic debts on your shoulders. I'm afraid you'll be reduced to ashes in the future."

After he finished speaking, he let out a long sigh, as if chatting with a child was tiring. He gestured to Wu Yao and said, "Say what you want to say quickly, and give him whatever you want to give. I think he clearly doesn't want to reminisce with you any longer. Give him what you need and say goodbye as soon as possible."

Wu Yao pursed her lips, her helplessness turning into a sigh. She still walked slowly from afar, stepping across the clearly defined line and entering Qin Wenxue's world step by step.

Wu Yao and Chang Kun were indeed childhood sweethearts. She cultivated together with Chang Kun. After Chang Kun ascended to immortality, she was the second being to ascend to immortality on the Zhaoyao Continent. She was also the first butterfly of the Divine Butterfly Clan to ascend to immortality. Compared to her strength, her beauty was the least noteworthy aspect of her existence.

As she approached, Shi Wenzhe smelled a pleasant, exotic fragrance. The fragrance was so familiar that Shi Wenzhe's mind went blank for a moment, and she felt like she was about to have a nosebleed. She hurriedly covered her nose with her sleeve, her face burning red.

Ming Shu looked at him strangely. He knew what kind of demon Qin Wenxue was, but his understanding of the divine butterfly was also very shallow. When Qin Wenxue's cold poison flared up, he and Yun Jin had occasionally smelled that strange fragrance once or twice, but they never had the same reaction as Shi Wenzhe.

It's like being under the influence of aphrodisiacs.

His face was truly contorted; he looked at Shi Wenzhe as if he had seen a ghost, and he even sighed deeply.

"Little one," Wu Yao said softly, "This feather robe is called Wusheng. It can transform into all things. It was something I shed when I broke out of my cocoon. Jingxi is skillful and also wove together the cocoons shed by other members of the clan who ascended to immortality. You have cold poison in your body. That is your karma. I cannot resolve it for you, but it is still unpleasant. Wusheng can help you resist it to some extent."

“This illusion has existed for a thousand years and cannot sustain the souls of Chang Xuan and me for too long.” She paused for a long time, then sighed and said, “I don’t know if this is good for you, but your parents’ affairs are ultimately none of your business. Don’t be too hard on yourself.”

“You’ve grown up now and are a remarkable person.” She smiled, very pleased. “It is an honor for our clan to have a descendant like you.”

Shi Wenzhe twitched her eyebrows. Her mind was filled with thoughts of "your clan" and "my clan," but she didn't say which clan it was. She felt a little stifled and glared at Ming Shu, secretly sulking.

"You old codger," Wu Yao said to Chang Yan, "Giving such a meager gift after meeting my descendant is too stingy. Can you be more generous? I want your Yin-Yang Four Symbols Cauldron. Will you give it to me?"

Chang Yan: "..."

Actually, he didn't really want to give it to her. Chang Yan's chest tightened, and he reluctantly reached into his robes. He was so lazy that he didn't act like an elder at all. He tossed the Yin-Yang Four Symbols Cauldron to Qin Wenxue, and then shook his hand, reminding her with a pained expression.

"This cauldron can reverse Emperor Qianlong's fate and turn yin and yang upside down. Use it wisely, and don't use it for bad things!" After saying that, he sighed and lamented, "That brat is just here to collect a debt, my cauldron!"

"Hmph." Seeing that this drama queen was acting up again, Wu Yao couldn't be bothered with him. She hesitated for a moment, wanting to hug Little Butterfly, but Little Butterfly was aloof and kept people at arm's length, so she hadn't said a word to her, which made her very melancholy.

Wu Yao thought to herself, his parents left and the child had no one to discipline him, so he was bound to be a bit rebellious and not very sociable. That was fine too. He should be aloof when he was out and about and not talk to strangers. Otherwise, what if such a beautiful little boy was kidnapped by someone else?

The other members of the tribe should take care of him, I wonder how they take care of the cub.

The Divine Butterfly Clan enjoys a unique advantage in cultivation, which is entirely thanks to Chang Hong. This should be a good thing for them, but the tallest tree in the forest is bound to be felled by the wind. Over the years, they have faced constant harassment from the outside world, and they have had a difficult time. The most important point is that the Divine Butterfly is Chang Hong's companion spirit butterfly, and it comes with the destiny of ascending to immortality. There is a saying in the mortal world that obtaining a single demon core from a Divine Butterfly can lead to enlightenment and ascension.

Actually, all of these are true.

Therefore, Qin Wenxue only had a few relatively peaceful years during his childhood since birth. After his parents died, there was no one left to shelter him from the rain.

"Never mind." Wu Yao smiled helplessly. Qin Wenxue remained silent, but his eyes did not waver. He kept staring at the legendary clan leader, trying to glean something from her every move, but he didn't know if he had gotten anything.

The hairpins on Wu Yao's head seemed real yet fake, hazy and indistinct, and looked somewhat cheap. This was probably due to the illusion, which was why their primordial spirits were not clear.

Qin Wenxue felt a little regretful. She had never met this person, but a hundred years had passed. He chuckled and sighed inwardly. A hundred years had passed, and the entire Divine Butterfly Clan had been wiped out, leaving only him in the world. In these hundred years, he had thought of them day and night, but the faces of his parents had become blurred. As for Wu Yao... Wu Yao was like a cup of rare water in the desert to him, able to soothe his hidden, useless longing.

The salty sea breeze blew straight in, the waves crashed loudly, and the bright sun had moved from one end to the other. Shi Wenzhe and Ming Shu leaned against each other, like two bored children waiting for their parents to talk.

"The scenery is really beautiful." Shi Wenzhe muttered softly, "I'm used to seeing the desolate and dilapidated Peach Blossom Valley, so it's quite unusual."

Ming Shu's lips twitched: "You just can't stand fine food."

"Nonsense!" Shi Wenzhe retorted, utterly perplexed. "What kind of demon is Qin Wenxue anyway?"

Ming Shu: "I won't tell you."

"What's there to hide from me?"

"I'm not kidding, I'm just having fun."

Chang Yanxian and the other two were being noisy, so he silenced them both. "It's time to go," he said to Wu Yao.

Wu Yao looked reluctant to leave, but Qin Wenxue and the others were still in the illusion, and the danger had not yet been resolved, so she had to leave.

Chang Yan transmitted his voice to Qin Wenxue, earnestly reminding her, "That little girl is a soul from another world... She will bring annihilation to the Zhaoyao Continent. I promised the Heavenly Dao not to kill her, but we cannot let her run rampant here. Qin Wenxue, you must keep a close eye on her."

Qin Wenxue's eyelashes trembled slightly, her thoughts turning in a thousand different directions.

Amidst Chang Hongwei's faint sigh, he whispered, "I know."

Chang Yan shook his head and remained silent, only smiling as he looked at him, as if he could see through the hypocrisy of the person before him. However, he did not say anything more, but cast a spell on Shi Wenzhe. A bolt of lightning suddenly struck down from the sky, startling Shi Wenzhe. Immediately afterward, she felt her soul being lifted up, almost leaping out of her throat. A ball of fire burned in her body, stimulating Xiaoyao to spin wildly around Shi Wenzhe, sparks flying everywhere, causing Ming Shu to jump up and down repeatedly, unable to dodge it.

He cursed loudly, "Shi Wenzhe, keep your soldiers in line!"

Shi Wenzhe was gripped by the scruff of her neck, her eyes nearly rolling back in her head, almost fainting. She had no time to worry about her soldiers, especially since Xiaoyao was hardly her soldier. It had such an explosive temper that it would attack her at any moment. Shi Wenzhe let out a weak gasp and stubbornly said, "That's my ancestor!"

Qin Wenxue's heart skipped a beat, and he instantly dodged past, supporting Shi Wenzhe's fallen body with a flustered expression. He glared fiercely at Chang Yan, but Chang Yan's smile defused the attack.

The other person's voice echoed in his mind: "I can't do anything to her, but I can't let her get away with it. This is a God-Suppressing Decree, which can destroy a person's soul in an instant, but it will only work when she has the idea of ​​destroying the Zhaoyao Continent. As long as she behaves herself, this thing is useless against her."

“Little Butterfly…” Chang Yan’s gaze was deep as he said softly, “Live your own life well.”

The person who appeared suddenly also left without a sound. The mountain tower vanished like a thin mist, shimmered on the sea, and finally turned into a few wisps of dust, dissipating into the world.

Shi Wenzhe was freed from that force and knelt on the ground, coughing uncontrollably. She gripped Qin Wenxue's hand tightly, as if she wanted to break it. Her strength was unreasonable, but Qin Wenxue's gaze remained fixed on her face, her eyes filled with concern that she could not hide.

At this moment, he was merely a butterfly whose heart had been dissected and was not yet properly disguised, not the invincible Qin Wenxue.

Shi Wenzhe's eyes were red and brimming with tears. All the grievances and sadness welled up in her heart, and she hugged Qinwenxue and cried bitterly.

She sobbed, "Why are you so good to me? You shouldn't be so good to me. I want to cry whenever you're nice to me. I almost died. This Chang Kun is so unreasonable. How could he be so bad? You..." She spoke incoherently, her nose red, truly like a delicate little white flower, still acting coquettishly.

Ming Shu got goosebumps and squatted down beside them, not daring to say a word or move, just watching the two of them snuggle together, a perfect pair of lovebirds playing.

Shi Wenzhe's tears streamed down her face, her breath burning Qin Wenxue's neck. She sobbed for a while, then, as if exhausted from crying, she nestled in Qin Wenxue's arms, pressing her left cheek against her right, refusing to get up. She sniffed, raised her red-rimmed eyes, and asked with a troubled expression, "Qin Wenxue, can I ask you a question?"

Ming Shu pricked up his ears to eavesdrop.

Qin Wenxue nodded. Seeing how concerned she was, he thought she would ask some difficult questions, but he was willing to tell her whatever they were. However, he saw Shi Wenzhe give a silly smile, showing his teeth, and ask happily, "What kind of demon are you?"

Ming Shu: "..."

Qin Wenxue: "..."

Ming Shu looked him up and down with disdain. "Are you sick in the head?"

Shi Wenzhe, looking dazed, replied, "No."

Qin Wenxue pursed her lips, her pupils flickering, looking somewhat nervous, which made Shi Wenzhe even more curious.

She said, "Can't I tell you?"

No, not exactly.

What is that?