Chapter 60 Stop hitting! Stop hitting! The sadness was subtle, but sometimes...

The sadness was subtle, but Shi Wenzhe had been watching him the whole time, so he also saw the joy and sorrow and a hint of vulnerability between Qin Wenxue's brows.

That was a long-awaited feeling hidden deep in my heart, unspoken.

This was clearly a desolate place, but from some unknown time, a howling wind began to blow through the Path of Reincarnation. Shi Wenzhe sniffed lightly and even smelled a faint floral fragrance in the wind. She saw a swirling vortex from which peach petals drifted in. There were only four or five petals, as if they had exerted a great deal of effort to appear here. They were wrinkled and would crumble at the slightest touch.

Ming Shu looked over and resisted the urge to pounce. He saw the petals swirling and drifting towards Linglong. Shi Wenzhe clenched his fingers, but when he saw Linglong reach out to catch them and gently place them in his arms, his temper suddenly softened.

"Little butterfly?" Linglong tilted her head and smiled, "You don't recognize me anymore?" He didn't blame her; his tone was gentle and tender, like an adult seeing a child who had been wandering far away, filled with tenderness upon seeing them again.

"Linglong." Qin Wenxue responded softly, as if there were still unspoken words on his lips, which were swallowed under his tongue, leaving only a faint echo.

"Hmm?" Linglong smiled faintly, raising one eyebrow as she replied, "Long time no see." She gave Shi Wenzhe a smile and teasingly said, "You're a little white flower too."

He heard that he had turned back and taken two steps.

"It's been so long..." He murmured repeatedly, his tone tinged with a strange regret, "It's really, really been a long time."

Shi Wenzhe didn't know if he was talking to himself or Qin Wenxue, but he looked like a lunatic.

He must have said this to Qin Wenxue, asking what he was worth.

Qin Wenxue remained silent, his eyes filled with disapproval and even a hint of hostility as he looked at Linglong. He had always concealed his true feelings well, but a hint of it was revealed at the first moment they met. However, after Linglong spoke, his face turned cold, and he looked exceptionally ruthless and heartless, like a stubborn stone.

Shi Wenzhe looked at his dark face and thought he wouldn't speak, but Qin Wenxue still spoke. His tone was cold and distant as he said, word by word, "You shouldn't be here."

Linglong scoffed, "You came uninvited and now you're blaming me for being here?" He raised an eyebrow and said with amusement, "That's a bit too domineering, little butterfly. I didn't teach you like that before."

Qin Wenxue said coldly, "You weren't always like this."

The legend of Guanyin Bodhisattva, who unified the demon realm, has many exaggerated elements in the Three Realms. People often say that he is great, far-sighted, and a selfless Bodhisattva who saves people from suffering. Bodhisattvas do not ask for anything in return; they only want to save all sentient beings, even if it means going to hell themselves.

Xianhua Xinzun could be one, but Linglong could not. Linglong was just a mortal, and he was consumed by love, hate, greed, anger, and delusion.

He doesn't love the world, doesn't care about their lives or deaths, and doesn't want to get involved in human affairs. He finds trouble troublesome, but even though he doesn't seek trouble, trouble often comes knocking on his door. Peach Blossom Valley is so big that he can hide anywhere, or even underground if necessary.

He only cares about one person, but it's that one person he can't let go of anything else for.

He was willing to be his knife, willing to fulfill his desires.

He wanted to protect the world, so he charged into battle to kill the enemy and became the savior of the world.

He wanted fairness and justice, so he became a judge to punish evil and promote good, making those who deserved to die pay with their lives, and those who didn't deserve to die live long lives.

But nothing in this world goes perfectly. His only wish was to be happy. Although he was hypocritical, he saved countless lives. Even this one wish was not granted by God.

Death would have been the best possible release for him, but the resentment hidden in his soul kept haunting him. Xianhua Xinzun wanted to be upright and honest, but Linglong did not. He only wanted to return to Peach Blossom Valley, to the lush and verdant peach tree.

“What a pity,” Linglong said. “Actually, I wanted to catch up with you all, but my time is precious, Little Butterfly, please don’t blame me.” As soon as she finished speaking, Linglong’s red eyes flashed, revealing a powerful killing intent. The silver spear in her hand instantly pierced towards Qin Wenxue, like a thunderbolt, aiming straight for his face, determined to kill him in one blow.

The shot was swept away by the fierce Thirteen Springs, whose two magical weapons protected their masters, creating countless whirlwinds in mid-air.

With a "thud," the silver spear plunged diagonally into the ground, its red tassel fluttering in the wind, emitting a resentful clang. Linglong watched leisurely, a satisfied smile playing on his lips. He clicked his tongue and called out affectionately, "Little Butterfly, why are you being so distant? Are you going to try and kill me?"

Shi Wenzhe angrily said, "You're about to kill us, are you not allowed to fight back? You're really domineering and unreasonable."

"Heh." Linglong's expression immediately turned cold, and he said in a chilling voice, "Shut your mouth. Did I ask you to speak?"

Shi Wenzhe was startled. Linglong's bewitching appearance was quite intimidating, and she couldn't help but feel afraid. But after the fear disappeared, a strange anger rose in her heart. She couldn't stand the other's indifferent eyes and wished she could dig them out and throw them to the dogs.

Linglong's eyes used to be bright and clear, unlike now, which are so cold and sinister. Shi Wenzhe was so angry that she thought the child was really hopeless. How could he grow up to be so ugly? She said angrily, "My mouth is on my face. It's none of your business whether I say it or not. Stop looking at me like that. If you say any more nonsense, I'll beat you up."

Ming Shu looked like he'd seen a ghost. "Are you crazy? Do you know what you're saying?"

Even Qin Wenxue couldn't help but look her up and down several times.

Shi Wenzhe kept nagging, glaring angrily at Ming Shu: "If you say another word, I'll beat you up too." She was like a firecracker, furious and ready to set anyone off.

Qin Wenxue: "..."

Ming Shu: "..." He gritted his teeth and only let out a breathy sound, asking Yun Jin in a low voice, "Has she finally gone mad?"

Yun Jin replied with surprise and amusement, "Miss Shi is truly a wonderful person, humorous and witty."

Ming Shu stared at it several times, his fox-like eyes widening in disbelief, and asked, "Have you gone mad too?"

Qin Wenxue: "..."

That's really crazy.

"Ani." Linglong called softly, and the silver spear flew into his hand. He gently wiped the mud off the spearhead, as if caressing a lover's face, his eyes filled with tenderness.

Shi Wenzhe's chest heaved rapidly, but upon seeing this scene, she suddenly felt relieved. She thought, "Linglong has suffered a lot on her own. Let him grow up crooked if he has. As long as I'm alive, I can take care of him for as long as I can. He was so sweet and well-behaved when he was little, so he must be kind at heart. I can reason with him and appeal to his emotions. At worst, he can throw a tantrum, act cute, and beg for forgiveness. There's always a way to make him turn over a new leaf. It shouldn't be that difficult."

Shi Wenzhe didn't know where the sense of responsibility came from, but he just felt that he couldn't let the other party run wild. It was as if it was a mission given to him by the heavens. With this in mind, Shi Wenzhe's frosty face softened a bit.

"I won't hold it against you," Linglong said, her eyes crinkling. "Anyway, you're very important to me."

Upon hearing this, apart from the two parties involved, the other three all had mixed expressions, like a large glass dye vat. Qin Wenxue's face immediately turned cold, and her gaze towards Shi Wenzhe contained a subtle warning.

Ming Shu gritted his teeth and said, "Little White Flower, how can you be so amazing? The boss and I are watching over you all day long, and you still have time to develop feelings for other people? You're immoral."

Yun Jin praised softly, "Miss Shi is really amazing."

Shi Wen looked left and right, her face blank, and stammered, "I...I didn't..."

Qin Wenxue gave a soft hum.

Shi Wenzhe clutched his clothes tightly, feeling numb from head to toe. Hehe, he was truly suffering in silence.

“Alright, I’m a kind-hearted person. We’ve already reconciled and fought, Little Butterfly…” Linglong raised her silver spear, pointing it directly at Shi Wenzhe, and said slowly, “I want this person.”

Qin Wenxue's eyes turned red with anger, and she said in a cold voice, "Dream on!"

Thirteen Springs' sword energy surged, and the scene looked as if it would dismantle the cycle of reincarnation. Shi Wenzhe could barely open her eyes. She was so overwhelmed by the pressure released by Qin Wenxue and Linglong that she couldn't straighten her legs, let alone move.

But she didn't want to die. Shi Wenzhe held her breath and slowly crawled behind Yun Jin like a tortoise. These people were all big shots; she couldn't afford to offend them.

Shi Wenzhe was moving with great difficulty, his tongue lolling out. Qin Wenxue had already started fighting with Linglong. The Circulation of Lost Life was like a pot of porridge. Ruosu's whip flew up and down Mingshu, like a mad cat, ignoring its master's orders and attacking everyone indiscriminately. Qin Wenxue not only had to guard against Linglong's attacks, but also against Ruosu's sneak attacks. She looked very unlucky.

Ming Shu was already foaming at the mouth and his eyes were rolling back. Yun Jin carefully moved left and right on the ground, reaching out to catch Ming Shu who was about to fall, but Ming Shu was a stubborn person. Even though he was about to faint, he still clung to Ruo Su and wouldn't let go.

Sensing danger to its master, Chongming, like a dying fish, thrashed the sword tail twice on the ground. Finally, with a hissing sound, like fireworks burning, the spiritual energy of the sword rolled and flowed, and it suddenly rose into the air, leaving Shi Wenzhe stunned.

Not to be outdone, Sanqianke spun around in mid-air, dazed, and slapped Xiaoyao twice before flying towards Yunjin. His sword light struck the handle of the Ruosu Whip that Mingshu was holding, and with a clang, he separated the dead dog from the whip. Sanqianke caught Mingshu, and like a white feather, he floated lightly into Yunjin's arms.

The scene was quite beautiful. Yun Jin's image in Shi Wenzhe's heart became even more majestic. She couldn't help but feel a little envious and muttered, "So amazing, so amazing. When can I be that amazing, a hero saving a beauty..." After saying that, she looked eagerly at Qin Wenxue, who was fighting in the wind and clouds.

Shi Wensheng's escape skills were top-notch. Among the people here, she was the only one who was under the pressure of the two masters and couldn't help them much.

However, Qin Wenxue didn't need her help. As long as she didn't make things worse, that was fine. Shisanchun was replaced by Chongming. She flashed a white light unwillingly, and finally, as instructed by her master, she flew behind Shiwenzhe to protect her. Shiwenzhe immediately felt the pressure dissipate completely, and her whole body felt lighter. She chuckled and wiped the sweat from her forehead. When she saw Mingshu acting like a spoiled little wife in Yunjin's arms, she accidentally let out a mooing sound like a cow.

Suddenly, the entire Lost Path fell silent.