Chapter 65 Nine-Layered Purple Lotus But no matter how hard she tried, her soul…

No matter how hard she tried, her soul couldn't return to her body. She could only be like an observer in another world, unable to influence the situation on the battlefield. Even though she was extremely anxious, she could only watch helplessly as three people were injured or maimed.

To put it bluntly, they're like three drowning dogs... Linglong's strength is simply too unfair; it's practically banditry. And to make matters worse, Qin Wenxue is currently suffering from a cold poison attack. But even if it weren't for the cold poison, Qin Wenxue certainly wouldn't have tried to kill him.

Qin Wenxue was very reluctant to part with him. He was completely different from the Right Protector that Huacao had described. Huacao had once told him, "The Right Protector of the Demon Realm is a very strict and ruthless demon. He cannot tolerate any wrongdoing. They have seen him kill a demon who made a mistake."

At that moment, Shi Wenzhe felt a chill run down his spine and muttered, "Is he really that ruthless?"

Ciciguo nodded: "Yeah, he even swore at people, calling them sons of bitches. He really has no manners."

Shi Wenxue felt a lump in her throat, wanting to refute but unable to, because although Qin Wenxue seemed cold and ruthless when they first met, she didn't seem like the kind of person who lacked manners. She could only smile foolishly, looking like a fool.

But now Shi Wenzhe can loudly tell them, "The Right Protector is not a cold-blooded and ruthless demon. He is a gentle little butterfly who loves beauty, is good-looking, doesn't like to talk, but is thoughtful. He treats his subordinates with both kindness and severity, and is almost biased towards his own people."

Is Linglong really that good? So good that Qin Wenxue repeatedly gave in to her.

Shi Wenzhe didn't want to know what was so good about him. All she knew was that even if Linglong wasn't good, Qin Wenxue would still treat him well, because the good person was Qin Wenxue.

She suddenly realized that she knew nothing about Qin Wenxue; she knew nothing about this person, including her past.

Shi Wenzhe's eyes were dim, and his soul, floating in the void, swayed back and forth, as if it were very fragile and could be blown away by a gust of wind.

She clenched her teeth, a dense, tingling pain rising in her heart, like ants gnawing at her. Shi Wenzhe stood there blankly, her mind flashing back to many of her daily interactions with Qin Wenxue. She silently took two steps back, easily accepting the fact that she was a ghost who could be hurt, and easily accepting that she and Qin Wenxue were not familiar with each other at all, amidst the grievances and sadness that she could not shake off no matter what she did.

"But it's okay." Shi Wenzhe comforted himself. "I'm thick-skinned. I'll pester Qin Wenxue and never let him go, no matter what. One day I'll enter his world and understand everything about him."

Pain in the soul is very different from pain in the body. Pain in the soul is like a scar on the bone that never heals. Every step you take is another injury to it. After being torn apart a thousand times, the pain becomes a conditioned reflex. The moment you take a step, it spreads to every part of your body, making you wish you were dead.

Shi Wenzhe endured the pain with a bittersweet relish, and in his gaze toward Qin Wenxue, he harbored a love that no one else knew.

Linglong's expression gradually grew impatient. Wusheng was extremely annoyed. It was an extremely protective magical artifact, and it was made from the pupa that a powerful being of the Divine Butterfly Clan shed when it emerged from its cocoon. That thing protected its own offspring like a mad dog. Linglong's attacks were neutralized by Wusheng several times, which made his face darken.

She didn't know that Qin Wenxue's cold poison attack was related to Linglong, but Shi Wenzhe's eyes were filled with worry that was about to overflow.

Linglong is a good-for-nothing bastard who can't understand reason. Qin Wenxue was already so badly injured and was still so upset, but he acted like a heartless scumbag and beat her to death.

She was angry, but she was just a ghost that no one could see. Shi Wenzhe stomped his foot and looked at Linglong with hostility. A childish idea gradually took shape.

In storybooks, it is often said that if a ghost blows three clusters of soul fire on the shoulder, one will be in great trouble. Shi Wenzhe took a deep breath, and his soul floated to Linglong's side. He began to blow cold air on Linglong's shoulder, as if he wanted to blow someone to death. His eyes were filled with resentment, and his movements were intense.

She was filled with the hope that Linglong would stumble and fall while walking, get cold water stuck in his teeth, and suffer all sorts of misfortunes, ideally ending up crying and begging me to let him go.

This was a solitary act of revenge, until the three thousand guests stirred up a huge flame, which seemed to wash away the inexplicable power that had been binding her. Ming Shu's words, "Wake up!" were like a voice from beyond the heavens, making her soul tremble three times.

The enormous figure of the nine-tailed fox swept past the white soul, its long, smooth tail brushing against Shi Wenzhe's face. She touched her slightly itchy cheek in a daze, and when she saw the nine-tailed fox burying its head and sleeping soundly, tears streamed down her face.

A tremendous force pulled her soul like a lump of slime, kneading it into all sorts of shapes, while she screamed silently. The whole world seemed to be spinning. She endured the intense nausea in her mind and was drawn back into her body by that force.

With a "plop," it sounded like a pebble falling into a lake.

Shi Wen twitched his heavy fingertips, feeling the heat of his breath.

Being a ghost is certainly very free, but it's better to be human. She wants to experience all the seasons, the beauty of nature, and all the big and small things in the world. Most importantly, she wants to be with Qin Wenxue.

Qin Wenxue's fragrance was heavy, so heavy that the entire Path of Lost Life was filled with the scent of melting snow. Occasionally, Zhe would sniff the air, letting out a satisfied sigh. He also caught a faint floral fragrance emanating from her body—the scent of the Crossing Spirit Flower. It was like the first flower of spring, blooming beneath the still-melting snow, emerging from the biting cold of March—crisp, refreshing, and invigorating.

Shi Wenzhe's eyelashes trembled, and she returned to the mortal world amidst Yun Jin's heart-wrenching cry of "Ming Shu".

She suddenly opened her eyes, a golden light shimmering in them.

Linglong's face was gloomy. His fingertips slid lightly across the back of his hand, which had been scorched by fire. He pursed his lips, looking like he was holding back a lot of energy. Just as Qin Wenxue felt a familiar gaze and turned to look at Shi Wenzhe, Jiangxue's spear flashed with a cold light, and the shaft of the spear was covered with icy frost. It suddenly attacked him.

No one saw clearly how Shi Wenzhe moved, but when Annie's gun was right in front of Qin Wenxue, Shi Wenzhe's petite pink and white body took its place. She was like a little bird spreading its wings, sheltering the astonished Qin Wenxue under her wings.

"Clang—" Annie's gun struck a hard, sharp weapon, producing a piercing echo. Shi Wenzhe, dressed in white like snow, appeared in mid-air like a crabapple blossom with abundant petals in full bloom. The crabapple blossomed larger, opening into a huge and beautiful purple lotus from Shi Wenzhe's embrace.

The purple lotus petals overlapped one after another, blooming with a white halo, revealing the yellow stamens inside that encompassed Shi Wenzhe. The nine-layered purple lotus, responding to its master's inner thoughts, opened one petal, blocking Jiang Xue's full-force attack.

The rich, almost overpowering floral fragrance burst forth, forcefully filling the lungs of the group. Shi Wenzhe opened his golden eyes and sat in the center of the flower, gazing into the distance at Qin Wenxue.

The fierce wind whipped up by Jiang Xue tossed her long hair, distorting her face and making her look like a frozen photograph, her hair dancing wildly, hazy and dreamlike. Shi Wenzhe suddenly calmed down, turning her eyes to carefully examine Qin Wenxue.

She thought, "This is the first time I've seen him so disheveled. I'm suddenly a little unaccustomed to it. Someone as arrogant as Qin Wenxue, when he's injured, has a kind of fragile beauty." She wanted to protect him, to wipe the blood from the corner of his mouth, to hold him in her arms and melt away the frost on his body...

With a soft thud, the nine-layered purple lotus slowly shed a petal. That petal, like a drifting boat, swayed and rocked, soft and powerless. At a moment's thought, Zhe Xin's petal flashed with golden light like a blade and flew towards Linglong.

Yun Jin stared blankly as Linglong retreated step by step, her heels stepping into the ancestral hall. She felt that her territory had been offended, and an unnamed fire burned in her heart.

The sound of Jiang Xue's powerful roar echoed, and the situation on the battlefield changed rapidly. With a "plop," time seemed to slow down as warm blood splattered from Shi Wenzhe's chest. Qin Wenxue blinked, a drop of blood hanging on his eyelashes, about to fall but not quite, before being frozen by frost in the next second, like a tear he had quietly shed.

His cold eyes trembled incessantly, reflecting Shi Wenzhe's figure, which moved like a butterfly spreading its wings. The nine-layered purple lotus withstood an attack and suddenly disappeared. She was like a withered flower, falling from the branch, a sight so beautiful it was breathtaking.

Qin Wenxue felt a pang of pain in his heart, and was so angry that he almost spat out blood. However, he kept his lips tightly closed, suppressing all his emotions, and reached out with both hands to catch the trembling flower that Shi Wenzhe had given him.

“When I hear the sound of breaking—” Qin Wenxue kept calling out softly, her voice broken and incoherent, as she covered her chest.

Shi Wenzhe rolled her eyes, struggling to breathe, her face turning ashen. Jiang Xue's all-out attack was so painful that she didn't want to live anymore. Qin Wenxue held her in her arms, the warm blood spreading to her fingertips, sticky and unpleasant. She tried to move her body as if throwing a tantrum, but Qin Wenxue held her down.

Shi Wenzhe whimpered softly, the kitten whining, "I feel uncomfortable..."

Qin Wenxue poured her spiritual power into Shi Wenzhe as if it were free, while Yun Jin and Linglong were already fighting fiercely, leaping across rooftops and scaling walls.

Shi Wenzhe's body had a hole in it, and blood and spiritual energy were flowing onto the ground. The underground of the Lost Path was a mass grave, filled with countless malevolent and resentful spirits. If there were no external factors, they would be suppressed under the ancestral hall for thousands of years without disturbance, as Ming Shu returned to his place.

However, Shi Wenzhe happened to be a spirit flower, and its purifying power was like the only spring in the desert, attracting the covetousness and greed of the surrounding hyenas and wolves.

His murderous intent stirred within him, a desire to skin her alive, tear her apart, and devour her to quench his long-suppressed hunger.

Shi Wenzhe's purifying power was like a drop of ink in the ocean—too little. Even if she were drained dry, she still couldn't solve the predicament here.