Chapter 271 Part Two Already Acquired (Supplement) "Ru Xian, you're angry with me..."

Outside the window, it was still a dark place where day and night were indistinguishable. The lamps under the eaves had been changed many times, and half of the lamps were charred black.

Lin Feiran slowly opened her eyes, waking up from that chaotic dream. She didn't know how long she had slept. In her hazy state, she only felt heavy all over. She subconsciously wanted to raise her hand to rub her forehead, but she couldn't pull it out no matter what she did.

She immediately snapped out of her daze and looked down to see a pair of long arms encircling her waist, trapping her hands in one spot. The grip wasn't tight, but it was difficult to break free. Her slender fingers were intertwined and locked together perfectly.

Lin Feiran recognized the person upon seeing the hands and the gold ring on the wrist.

She inhaled the faint, cool fragrance, glancing around out of the corner of her eye, a hint of joy flashing in her eyes.

She was still in the same little house, the furnishings unchanged. The two of them were still on the bed where they rested, but they didn't lie down. Instead, he held her close, and the two of them leaned against the bed railing, sitting in the corner.

Ru Xian was behind her. Although she couldn't see his expression, she could roughly tell from his long, even breathing, that he was sleeping.

Lin Feiran immediately calmed down, simply treating herself as a piece of wood being held by him, and stopped moving.

There was a moment of silence in the room, but her thoughts were running wild like weeds.

Although for her it was just a nap, for Ru Xian, it had been three months since they last saw each other, and she couldn't help but wonder what he had been doing and what had happened during those three months...

Also, is he very angry?

You might feel relieved, but you'll also feel annoyed at being mocked.

How can we make up for such dramatic ups and downs?

She had been thinking about this before, but unfortunately, this wasn't a sword fight or magic contest, and she still hadn't come up with a good solution.

Lin Feiran's gaze fell blankly ahead, unfocused. She really didn't have much experience, so she could only repeatedly flip through the stories she had read before in her mind. As a result, the more she thought about it, the more guilty and sad she became.

In the storybooks, when such an incident occurs, the other party is filled with grief and anger, loudly accusing and storming off, after which the two sides begin to argue and scuffle...

She had only thought halfway through when Ru Xian's chin suddenly rested on the top of her head. His breathing was still long and even, as if he was sleeping too soundly and was using her head to support himself.

Lin Feiran paused, still feeling a little sad, but she straightened her back, stiffened her neck, and lifted his head up, thinking that at least he could sleep more comfortably that way.

After a long while, all her complicated thoughts vanished without a trace. She simply looked out the window, her mind blank. Suddenly, a soft laugh came from above her, and her breathing became erratic. It didn't sound like she was waking up from a dream, but rather like she was trying to suppress a laugh.

His hand moved, touching her wrist and loosely encircling it, his fingertips resting on her pulse. He pressed down heavily from behind, his loose, snowy hair flowing down like water, gathering on her shoulders, and then sliding off.

"Finally awake."

Before Lin Feiran could reply, he raised his hand again, his cool fingertips touching her temples, massaging them gently and skillfully. The heaviness from her long sleep immediately dissipated.

“You’ve slept for three more days. Although you’re supposed to rest, sleeping for too long can make you uncomfortable.”

His voice was not much different from usual; there was neither anger at being kept in the dark nor the eagerness of someone who hadn't been seen for a long time.

Lin Feiran hadn't seen anyone before, only a pair of hands and a faint scent. Coupled with her still hazy and confused thoughts, it gave her a hazy feeling, as if she were still in a dream, and the arrival of the snowflakes was not real or concrete.

But when that long-lost timbre entered my ears, it immediately shattered that elusive illusion.

All the anxious and tangled thoughts in her mind vanished. At that moment, she didn't think about anything, and didn't have time to think about anything. She immediately reached out and grabbed his wrist, turned around, and met those familiar emerald eyes.

"Ruxia!"

Before she could figure out how to apologize, she had already called out his name.

Ru Xian looked at her, but he wasn't just looking at her; his gaze swept over her body in a few breaths.

From her raised hand, her kneeling legs, to her flowing hair, her warm breath, and finally her eyes.

Bright, sharp, and scorching.

This is indeed the living Lin Feiran.

Seeing that he remained silent for a long time, her initial joy gradually faded, and she quietly began to rub her hands together. Her gaze shifted slightly, and her whole demeanor revealed a hint of guilt and unease, as if she were deep in thought.

"I didn't have time to tell you about faking my death... I'm sorry."

She awkwardly withdrew her hand and placed it on her lap, then quickly straightened her back, resolutely sat opposite him, pursed her lips, and looked as if she were about to be executed.

"Punish me! Anything that will make you feel better is fine, as long as you don't just walk away!"

Ru Xian had been quietly watching her, his emerald eyes unmoving, like a deep, flowing pool, quite unfathomable. But upon hearing those words, he raised an eyebrow, and a sliver of light shone into it, flickering and instantly pushing the pool of water aside, revealing a hint of honey.

"What, are you afraid I'll leave?"

Lin Feiran glanced at him but didn't say anything. However, judging from the way she was rubbing her hands, it wasn't that she didn't want to say anything, but rather that she hadn't thought of what to say yet, and she kept licking her lips in her haste.

I'm tongue-tied again at times like this.

Like a wisp of smoke, he didn't say whether he would be punished or not. Instead, he leaned against the bed rail, his bent leg slowly moving closer, resting on her side, rubbing against her as if swaying. Then, he crossed his arms over his chest and whispered.

"Call me by name twice, it's been a long time since I've heard it."

Lin Feiran finally found an opportunity to speak: "Like hail!"

She called out several times in a row, changing her tone, just like when she practiced swordsmanship, trying out each move one by one to find the most comfortable one. As she spoke, she carefully observed his expression.

When his brows and eyes relaxed slightly, she set the tone and called his name without missing a beat.

Just like how she had previously learned how to kiss him, a smart person can do anything with ease.

Ru Xian did not deny that he did indeed find it very helpful.

What he liked most was Lin Feiran's voice, which started with a slight lowering of the pitch but ended with a slight rise, sounding full of anticipation, as if she were speaking to him with the same feeling.

If someone called his name repeatedly like that, he would only find it annoying, but at this moment, he felt only indescribable peace and relief.

On the day he arrived, Lin Feiran fell asleep on the table. He held her and sat in the pavilion all night. The magic instrument used to tell time spun six times in the eternal night, which meant that it was time for the next day at Chenshi (7-9 AM), but she did not wake up.

The saint who often stayed by her side said, "She needs spiritual energy to repair her spiritual veins, so she sleeps for long periods of time, but the intervals will gradually shorten. Last time it was three months, and this time it will probably only take three days."

Ru Xian didn't know if he had heard it or not. He took Lin Feiran back to his room and sat by the bed for three days, as if a sword was hanging over his heart for three days, waiting for the final moment to fall.

As time went by, he couldn't wait any longer, so he got up and pulled her into his arms. He thought that perhaps he could just sleep with her like this.

But he couldn't fall asleep.

He's still waiting for the final moment.

When the lamplight under the eaves flickered weakly in the wind, almost extinguished, and the sword hanging over his heart was about to fall, he heard Lin Feiran exclaim softly, her drooping fingertips twitching slightly, and the head leaning against his chest swaying slightly.

The lamplight flickered for a moment, then gradually burned straight and brighter, a flicker of something lost and then regained.

To some extent, Lin Feiran is a very honest person, but only at certain times.

At this moment, she called out to him, observing his expression, and tentatively stepped forward, staring straight at him with clear and bright eyes. She stopped when they were only three fingers apart, her movements very proper and her tone very gentle, and then she asked sincerely.

"Ru Xian, are you angry with me?"

"..."

How should he put it? He would never be angry with Lin Feiran.

He thought, as long as she's alive, that's enough.

He raised an eyebrow, his voice as cold as ever: "An elder should naturally have the magnanimity of an elder. If I were to get angry with you over something like this, wouldn't all my cultivation be in vain? Do I look like someone who likes to get angry?"

Lin Feiran breathed a sigh of relief, looked at him with bright eyes, and said sincerely, "It's nothing like that, but even when you're angry, you're still the best person."

She raised her hand and extended her little finger: "This is ultimately my fault. Even if you're not angry, you can still punish me. Let me do three things for you as compensation, anything!"

Ru Xian did not refuse. He looked down for a moment, then hooked his little finger with hers.

He raised his hand and placed it on Lin Fei's neck, his eyelashes drooping slightly. The leg that was wrapped around her waist slowly tightened, and then he moved past the three-finger distance, his eyes gently closed, and he leaned down to kiss her upturned lips.

Warmth and coolness, two completely different sensations intertwined, making one linger. The soft sound of water echoed in the small house, telling of their mutual longing. A misty fog appeared before the two of them, enveloping their gazes as they looked at each other.

...

It's unclear when it started or when it stopped, but Ru Xian had already sat by the window, her eyes filled with satisfaction. Lin Feiran, on the other hand, was leaning against the windowsill, pursing her lips, her chin resting on his leg, looking up at the night sky.

The night was dark and gloomy, with neither moonlight nor stars.

She stared at him for a moment, until the heat on her face had mostly subsided, before turning to look at Ru Xian, grabbing a corner of her robe: "Why did you suddenly add a piece of black silk to your clothes? Were you influenced by my taste?"

Ru Xian leaned against the window frame, looked down, and casually pulled up her loose collar, saying in a cool voice.

"What taste do kids have? At your age, you just wear whatever you can find. You don't like bright colors, you don't like dressing up, you just like wearing all black."

Lin Feiran touched her nose and did not refute it. Putting aside others, she herself really had no intention of dressing up.

Ru Xian tilted her head slightly, looked at Lin Feiran, and continued, "I am dressed like this because I am in mourning. According to the rules of the human race, when a loved one dies, one should observe a three-year mourning period and wear black clothes."

Thanks to someone, even though we're not married yet, I've already experienced three months of widowhood. Every night, looking at you, I can't eat or sleep properly.

Lin Feiran felt guilty and mumbled a reply, then apologized again. She didn't even think carefully about the phrase "watching you every night." She just lowered her head and buried it in his legs, her voice muffled, her warm breath seeping through the fabric and onto his legs.

She said apologetically, "What would you like to eat? We can eat together, and we're sure to have a good meal."

Ru Xian crossed her arms and looked at her. She moved her legs and looked like she wanted to crawl into a hole. She raised her head again, and there was a thin mark on her left cheek from the leg ring.

"Are you hungry?" he asked.

Lin Feiran nodded: "What would you like to eat? I'll make some."

“That’s not necessary.” Ru Xian’s eyes flickered slightly, as if she had remembered something, and she said, “I’m not so bad as to let someone who has just recovered from serious injuries take action and wait here.”

With a swift movement, he landed from the windowsill onto the porch, casually pushing Lin Feiran's head back into the house before disappearing quickly. Lin Feiran, still feeling guilty, obediently waited inside. Half an hour later, his footsteps echoed outside the door again.

Lin Feiran burst through the door like a hailstone, followed by a burly man carrying a plate on his head. He raised his hand, and the burly man smoothly leaped onto the table, staring at Lin Feiran with his beady green eyes.

It put down the plate and then barked and bumped into her arms. Fortunately, Lin Feiran was in good health and was not injured.

"haven't seen you for a long time."

The barking of the mutton never stops, while the fox's tail wags so fast it disappears without a trace.

Lin Feiran hugged it and affectionately bumped heads with it before looking at the table. There were two bowls of steaming noodles on the plate. They looked ordinary, but the aroma was very familiar.

It looks very similar to the longevity noodles her mother makes.

Back when Yu Luocheng was still a city, she had already noticed something amiss. Now that she saw it, she was even more certain. When she saw Ru Xian sitting to the side without offering any explanation, she tacitly refrained from pointing it out.

"The noodles smell so good!"

She picked up the bamboo chopsticks, stirred the radish slice in the bowl that was dyed into the shape of a peach, her expression didn't change much, but the smile in her eyes was almost overflowing. She asked.

"Can I only have one bowl?"

Ru Xian picked up her bowl, propped her chin on her hand, and looked at her: "Why don't you ask who made it?"

Lin Feiran blinked, then put down the bamboo chopsticks and put her hands together: "It's so beautiful, with perfect color, aroma and taste. I guess it was made by a fairy who descended to celebrate my birthday. I want to thank the fairy for her kindness."

Ru Xian raised her eyebrows and offered no further explanation, only stroking the bamboo chopsticks in her hand: "I've received your kind offer, now try it."

He watched Lin Feiran pick up his chopsticks with rapt attention. He had tested the soup base step by step, and the amount of ingredients used at each step was very precise. As a result, the final taste would not be too different. It might not be considered delicious, but it certainly wouldn't be bad.

This is only the first time. There will be a second and a third time. There will always be a day when it tastes exactly the same as before. Lin Feiran, just wait and see.

He tapped his fingertips lightly on the table, his crossed legs swinging gently, clearly in a good mood. After Lin Feiran finished her first bite, her eyes lit up, and she immediately turned to say, "Delicious! Especially the soup, it's so thick!"

Her eyes curved like hailstones, and spiritual energy gathered in her hands. She then formed a hand seal and unleashed a burst of light, causing several beams of spiritual light to rise into the room, like fireworks soaring into the sky.

Lin Feiran held the bowl, and the sour feeling she had been holding back welled up again. She stared blankly at it, and the next moment, a faint glimmer of light bloomed in her eyes.

Outside the window, the night was deep and dark, but inside the room, the light shone brightly.

At this moment, Ru Xian turned to look at her, tucked her loose hair behind her ear, and then slowly leaned down to whisper in her ear.

"Congratulations, Lin Feiran has grown another year older."

...

Lin Feiran ate five bowls in one go, almost finishing all the noodles he had made, and only stopped regretfully when there was only a little soup left.

Ru Xian sat to the side, a smile in her eyes: "Nowadays, day and night are indistinguishable, and sunlight does not reach us, making it difficult for many creatures to grow. It's a good thing you are a cultivator, otherwise, I would really have a headache about what to eat."

Lin Feiran put down his bamboo chopsticks, looked at the sky again, and after a moment of silence said, "I slept for too long and just woke up. I don't know the situation outside. Is there a shortage of food?"

“After the autumn harvest and winter storage, it is now springtime. All the prefectures and counties still have plenty of grain in hand. When I traveled in the human world before, I did not hear of any food shortages.”

Ru Xian looked away, not going into details about those three months, but only briefly mentioning them, and then said...

"Under the eternal night, the first thing to appear is not a lack of food, but a beast tide."

"What beast tide?"

Surprised, Lin Feiran shook the teapot on the table. It was already empty. She paused, then got up and went to another place to get a pot of cold tea.

"Are there any unusual movements from the demonic beasts?"

As soon as she finished speaking, she put down the teapot and turned around to see Ru Xian standing behind her. He said, "Demonic beasts are different from humans. They don't know how to raise livestock or farm. They eat things that are naturally grown by nature."

Before, things were alright; they only wandered in the countryside and dared not approach easily. Now that they were starving, they naturally had to enter the city.

Lin Fei then took two steps back to create some distance between them, and before they could finish speaking, he had already emptied the entire pot of water.

She licked her lips and began searching for other water sources.

"There's a magic array in the city; the beast tide should be suppressed for now, right?"

Ru Xian nodded: "That's right, so there's nothing you can do for now. Just rest and recuperate."

"..." Lin Feiran picked up the last cup of tea and looked silently at Ru Xian, who had followed him over again. "So you were afraid that I would rush out again."

The two looked at each other for a moment, then suddenly spoke in unison.

Why are you drinking water all the time?

Are you following me?

After a moment of silence, Lin Feiran coughed lightly and said, "...I've been sleeping for three days and haven't had any water for three days, so it's normal to be thirsty."

Ru Xian raised her eyebrows at her, then lifted her leg and tapped the burly man's buttocks, saying, "Fetch some more water for this drinking ox."

The idiot scurried away, leaving only the two of them in the room. Ru Xian then looked back and said with a rather self-righteous air, "I was indeed following you, is that not allowed?"

Lin Feiran paused for a moment, then said, "You can do whatever you want."

But considering his dislike of wandering around, she sat back down, hoping that her husband would bring back water soon.

Ru Xian sat down with him, took out a juicy pink peach from somewhere, and pushed it in front of Lin Feiran: "When you're thirsty, it's best not to lick your lips, eat some of this first."

He then asked, "I have examined your pulse. It is quite different from the previous one, yet there are similarities. However, the incantation is gone."

"You wouldn't let me remove the curse for you before because you'd already decided to change your spiritual veins?"

Lin Feiran nodded: "Previously, the Secret Sect wanted the spiritual vein, so my master wanted to hide it. But after thinking it over, nowhere was safe. In the end, he came up with this method and simply gave me the spiritual vein, killing two birds with one stone."

The Vast Sea Deer Pill that her grandmaster had refined for her was in preparation for her future meridian transformation.

The process of changing the meridians does not involve completely replacing the original spiritual meridians within the body. Instead, it utilizes the repairing and regenerating effects of the spiritual meridians of heaven and earth, fusing them together with one's own spiritual meridians, much like rivers and seas converging into a new stream.

It is not easy to use it to replace a spiritual vein. The original spiritual vein must be strong and have enough root causes to trigger its vitality. Such as incantations, which are almost incurable, can stimulate the spiritual vein to repair and regenerate, and can also integrate with it better.

It was because the incantation activated her spiritual veins and began to actively repair her body that she was able to escape death.

After hearing her words, Ru Xian couldn't help but sigh, "The world is truly wondrous. Cause and effect alternate, like a snake biting its own tail."

Lin Feiran, seemingly lost in thought, spoke up: "The affairs of the world are always interconnected. Without the incantation, I wouldn't have been hindered in my cultivation, forced to descend the mountain, met you, or experienced all of this today."

I might live a different life, a life that might be good, or it might be bad.

Do you regret it?

Lin Feiran stood up, giving the same answer: "I won't regret it."

She paused, then said, "However, I understand even more now the word 'change' that my master spoke of..."

It's like a heavy boulder that has remained unmoved for years, but at some point it was moved by a passing ant.

Ru Xian tilted her head slightly to look at her, understanding dawning on her: "I knew you wouldn't stay here peacefully. What are you planning to do?"

Lin Feiran turned to look at him: "Aren't you going to stop me?"

Ru Xian looked out the window and remained silent for a long time before speaking: "I've always felt that if you want to become stronger, you have to keep fighting. That's how I treated you before, supporting you in doing whatever you wanted to do."

But after experiencing that life-or-death situation, I did begin to worry.

He has always disregarded life and death. To have cultivated to this level, every step he has taken has been through near-death experiences. Therefore, he admires Lin Feiran's indomitable spirit, but now, his admiration is mixed with more reluctance and worry.

All he wanted was for Lin Feiran to live.

Lin Feiran was somewhat surprised, but after looking at him for a long time, her brows relaxed and she smiled, saying, "Then I will do my best to ensure that I don't lose my life."

Ru Shan raised an eyebrow, walked to her side, and asked, "What are you planning to do?"

Lin Feiran took out the Iron Khitan Book, and after a moment, he picked up a wisp of white flame from under the Golden Ripples Umbrella. The pure white flame floated in his palm, like a fluffy snowflake.

"On that day, besides stopping the divine punishment, my purpose was also this rootless fire."

To decipher the Iron Khitan Scripture, three spiritual items are needed, one of which is this Rootless Fire. She had already kept it in mind when she first met Ao Xue and saw this Rootless Fire at Jinling Ferry.

Like snowflakes caressing his fingertips, he simply said, "What do you think?"

Lin Feiran smiled and looked at the ball of white flame: "Then let's do it together."

Just then, the sound of splashing water came from outside the door. Lin Feiran peeked out and saw that the burly man was carrying a celadon pot on his head and was huffing and puffing as he came over, while Zhang Siwo was chasing behind him, muttering something.

The speed of his shopping didn't slow down. When he saw Lin Feiran and the other person coming, he rushed to the door with even more excitement. He stopped and looked at Zhang Siwo with an arrogant air, as if he had someone backing him up.

Lin Feiran was silent for a moment, then stepped forward to support Zhang Siwo, asking in confusion, "Senior, what's wrong?"

Zhang Siwo stood with his hands on his hips, his face neither red nor out of breath, and said in a loud voice: "I don't know who cooked today, but they made a pot of extremely salty soup base. It smelled delicious, but Lao Li and I couldn't resist trying a bowl. It's so salty that we're still fighting over water!"

We ladled all the remaining broth into this pot, and then that idiot snatched it away. That's when I rushed over, worried you might have eaten it.

He looked indignant, completely ignoring Lin Feiran's blinking eyes, and said to himself, "It must be that brat Xie Kanhua, only he could do such a wicked thing!"

He snatched the porcelain pot from his hand, turned around, and left, saying, "You two keep talking, but remember not to eat anything. I'm going to find him now!"

Zhang Siwo moved so fast that Lin Feiran didn't even have time to explain before he disappeared.

"..." A gaze fixed on him from behind. Lin Feiran turned around, hesitated, and finally managed to stammer, "I really think it's delicious!"

Ru Xian stared at her for a long time. He had no sense of taste and ate bland food. He hadn't touched the bowl of noodles he had just eaten and had given it all to Lin Feiran. Naturally, he couldn't detect anything else unusual.

He preferred drinking water when he was thirsty rather than when it was salty, and when he saw Lin Feiran gulping it down, he couldn't think of any other reason for it.

He stepped forward, took her arm, and led her into the corridor.

"What are you doing?" she asked in surprise.

"Drink water."

Author's note: Those three months were a bit too tough, so I'll only describe it from a side perspective. If you're interested, I'll write a side story about it when I have the chance.