Chapter 62 When the wind blows, why don't you wake up? This person is as cold as ice...

This person was as cold as ice; even his breath felt cold.

Linglong suddenly chuckled and slowly said, "Fine, you can't beat me, and I don't want to fight you anymore. Give me Shi Wenzhe, and I can let you go."

Qin Wenxue shook her head, still throwing a tantrum as before, and didn't say anything.

Linglong's tone hardened, and she said coldly, "Give it to me!"

Qin Wenxue's eyes were sharp as she questioned in a stern voice, "What do you want with Shi Wenzhe? She's just a pure white flower who has only cultivated into human form in Yunmeng Marsh for a mere hundred years. What connection could you possibly have with her that you insist on having her?"

Linglong's eyes were so fierce they almost pierced through Qin Wenxue: "I don't want to tell you, and you'd better not search for the answer. The netherworld still needs you to guard it. What are you doing getting involved with her all the time?"

Qin Wenxue was furious. Yun Jin saw the raging anger in his eyes for the first time. His face was as cold as ice, and his tone was extremely heavy as he said, word by word, "Linglong, don't be so stubborn!"

Linglong retorted angrily, "Don't be so stubborn! Is she more important to you than I am?"

Qin Wenxue choked on his words, his anger simmering with nowhere to go. He looked hurt, his eyes vulnerable. It was the first time Yun Jin had ever seen him with such an unpleasant expression. She didn't know if Linglong had heard his answer, but she had. Qin Wenxue's "no" was so soft that she wondered if she had misheard.

He opened his mouth, but seeing Linglong's stubborn look, he suddenly closed it. How should he say it? He said, "You are no more important than her, and that's why I can't stand by and watch you go astray, making one wrong step after another. If you really reach a dead end, how can I save you?"

On the day Linglong died, all the immortal sects cheered and rejoiced, but the Yellow Springs and the Azure Heaven were deathly still. The people of the Demon Realm remained indoors, and the Ten Directions City was like a lonely city. The sound of weeping came intermittently from inside the houses, and the air was filled with the pungent smell of burning yellow paper. Paper money covered the long street and stretched all the way to the gate outside the Thirty-Three Palaces. Even the birds seemed to be mourning for Linglong, circling and chirping in the sky, reluctant to leave. The moon that day was crescent-shaped, as if to foreshadow the imperfect ending of her life.

When Qin Wenxue learned the news, he was still on the Boundless Sea. The first day of the eleventh lunar month was Linglong's birthday, which was the first day of the next month. Linglong said that he came from the other side of the Boundless Sea, where there was a lonely island. The island was full of flowers, with endless seas of flowers and forests. When he was a child, he liked to eat a kind of fruit on the island. The fruit was emerald green, like a green date, sweet and sour, and would burst with purple juice when bitten into. It was called Yunxi.

The Yunxi fruit takes ten months from flowering to fruiting, and it only ripens in the eleventh month. Unfortunately, its ripening time is very short, only three days, after which it will rot.

As a child, he was often greedy, but no matter how much he ate, he couldn't finish the fruit on a tree in three days. So when the three days were up, he could only watch helplessly as the fruit withered and rotted. He had picked some to take back and share with his friends, but the fruit was stubborn and would quickly dissolve once it left the soil and air. In the end, all that was left in his hand was a puddle of water.

He felt it was a pity, but could only lick his hand helplessly. The next flowering and fruiting would take another year, and he would have to wait eleven months for a happiness that would only last three days. But he was still very content. Demons had long lifespans, and if they didn't find something to do that gave them something to look forward to, they would probably die of boredom.

He had been away from that island for over a thousand years, and the taste of that fruit might not be quite the same as he remembered. The accumulated longing and embellishment would elevate it to a higher level, making it a white moonlight-like existence in his heart.

That day, Linglong whispered, "I suddenly have a craving for Yunxi fruit." Qin Wenxue lowered his head and looked down, his mind racing. He thought, "Linglong is probably homesick."

The Boundless Sea remained silent for a period of time after the war between immortals and demons. At that time, the three races of immortals, demons, and humans regarded that sea as a sea of ​​death and would avoid it at all costs. When Linglong said those words in jest, most people would not take them seriously, because few people knew what was at the end of the Boundless Sea. They could not cross the dangerous ocean to reach the other side, so they naturally did not know whether that island existed or not.

But Qin Wenxue knew that the person's exquisite brown pupils, like glass beads, were incredibly bright in the sunlight. The person's eyes were warm and gentle as they looked at Qin Wenxue. Qin Wenxue felt a lump in his throat and suddenly wanted to fulfill this person's wish.

Qin Wenxue comes from Yunmengze, which was originally located in the Wuwang Sea, a fairy mountain called Buzhidong. Everyone can take Linglong's words as a lie, but he cannot.

So he quietly set off, leaving the Thirty-Three Palaces on a sunny afternoon. He told Linglong he would return in ten days. Ten days was but a fleeting moment in their nearly endless years. He calculated the time allotted for the search, pluck, preservation, and return journey. Ten days was the time he allowed himself to make mistakes. If the journey went smoothly, he would return even sooner.

Only he knew how he felt along the way. Perhaps Linglong would be happy to see Yunxi Fruit, or perhaps he would really like this birthday gift.

But tomorrow we'll be separated by mountains, and the world will be uncertain.

Qin Wenxue returned to Shifang City with great anticipation and joy. She saw that the city was deserted, birds were chirping, and the Thirty-Three Palaces were shrouded in purple clouds. The star representing Linglong, which had been dazzling in the sky, was shining brightly even as it fell.

That was the first time in his life he had ever seen so many birds. Their colorful wings formed rainbows, as if all the birds in the world had come to bid him farewell. A continuous snow fell from the sky, instantly turning the entire underworld white. The birds’ farewell cries echoed through the heavens, each one like a lament.

Qin Wenxue's eyes were red, grief and helplessness were buried in his heart, as if he had a thousand words to say, which made it hard for him to breathe. He stood outside the palace as if the world had ended, the Yunxi Fruit in his hand turned from green to gray, and outside the city wall of Qiyun Palace, it turned into a pool of purple juice all alone.

Things may be delayed, and things are easily broken.

Peach petals drifted down from the sky, mingling with the heavy snow, and swept into Qiyun Palace with the wind. The cold frost filled their lungs, and the delicate petals turned into dust, swirling and dancing with the snowflakes before returning to the world.

The sounds of children playing gradually filled the city of Shifang. The Yellow Springs and the Azure Heaven were filled with yellow sand all year round, and it never snowed or rained flowers. For the demons who were trapped in the desolate land for their entire lives, it was a miracle that was engraved in their souls and would never be destroyed.

Joy and sorrow, laughter and weeping can coexist. On that birthday when no one accepted the invitation, the Demon Realm lost the Flower-Holding Venerable who protected his people, and Qin Wenxue lost Linglong.

Qin Wenxue stood outside the palace, his figure lonely and motionless, like a petrified statue, until the snowflakes dissipated and the sun rose the next day. What Qin Wenxue was thinking then was nothing more than hating his own powerlessness. If there were an afterlife... if there were an afterlife, he would meet Linglong again and protect her under his wings, living a carefree and long life.

This remnant soul of the inner demon is him, the very essence of him. More direct than the ethereal afterlife, it contains his past memories, everything he knows. Qin Wenxue can no longer bear to see Linglong die again.

He said in a hoarse voice, "I want you to live..."

Linglong scoffed, "I don't want to live."

"Then what do you ask for?"

"Seek his life."

"Should we pay the price for constant complaints?"

Linglong stared directly at him, her tone cruel: "Yes." It was as if Shi Wenzhe was merely an object, someone to be slaughtered at will.

Qin Wenxue coughed twice, beads of sweat appeared on her forehead, her face was pale, but her eyes were wet.

Ming Shu's temples were covered in cold sweat, his eyes were unfocused, and he coughed up a mouthful of blood. His internal injuries had flared up frequently. He had almost recovered, but Qin Wenxue's body was suffering from the cold poison. Ming Shu had taken part of the damage for him, and in an instant, he was completely drained of his internal energy and his body was ice cold.

He was already powerless and at the mercy of others, so Qin Wenxue, whose heart was being invaded by the cold poison, would only suffer a thousand times more than him.

"Linglong, you are so insidious!" Ming Shu glared at Linglong hatefully, as if he wanted to tear him apart and devour him.

Qin Wenxue blinked, her pupils unfocused, as if she were about to faint.

Shi Wenzhe was sleeping inside the barrier like a dead dog. Ming Shu looked over and was so shocked that he coughed up blood again. He was filled with disbelief. The three of them were fighting Linglong to the death, and Shi Wenzhe was actually asleep?

He lashed out with the Ruosu whip, striking Shi Wenzhe's curled-up body. But the moment it touched her, the Ruosu whip retracted its force, barely brushing against Shi Wenzhe's clothes. Yet Shi Wenzhe remained completely unaware.

"Something's not right." That was the thought that popped into his head in an instant.

"What did you do?" Qin Wenxue asked.

Linglong smiled and said, "It's just that we put her to sleep, so it's not that painful."

Qin asked Xue, "What do you mean?!"

Linglong chuckled, a smug smile on his face. He slowly said, "Did you really think that I've been entangled with you for so long just to reminisce about the past?"

He said coldly, "It's disgusting."

He was like a venomous snake flicking its tongue, full of malice. Qin Wenxue felt a sharp pain in his heart, which spread to his internal organs, making him wish he were dead. He clenched his heart, his body trembling. The flower mark on his forehead kept flashing, like a lantern that was about to run out of power, its light dim. Wusheng wrapped around its master's body, as if trying to share his pain.

But the cold poison within his body was already hidden in every drop of blood, and every crevice in his bones was emitting cold air, which cut him like ice knives, causing him unbearable pain.

Linglong's eyes were gloomy and vicious as she looked at Qin Wenxue's frail body and revealed a cruel smile.

Annie's spear swirled and instantly pierced towards Qin Wenxue, as if to kill him with a single blow.

Yun Jin exclaimed in surprise, grabbed the Three Thousand Guests, and shielded Qin Wenxue behind her. Ming Shu once again swung Ruosu, attacking the unconscious Shi Wenzhe, and shouted: "Shi Wenzhe! Wake up now!"