Seeking Fate

“I know,” the Bad Guy suddenly replied in a low voice, his gaze gradually calming down from his resentment. He had almost lost his life when he first went to kill Wu Huan a few days ago because he was too impulsive.

The words of the Bad Guys pulled Wang Yue back to reality. She leaned down and gazed at Wang Xiaoxia's body. The breeze from the underworld blew across the River of Oblivion and hit Wang Yue's face with a cool sensation. The fragrance of the other shore flowers lingered around her for a long time. She gently touched her chest, where the beating heart had been inside her for nearly a thousand years.

If a soul has nowhere to belong, why not find it another place to rest? Perhaps it should find someone.

Thinking of this, Wang Yue's expression gradually relaxed. She stood up and instructed the Bad Guys:

"Keep a close eye on Xiaoxia's body, and don't let this candle go out for the next few days."

"Where are you going?" the Bad Guy asked, looking up in confusion.

"Looking for people to farm," Wang Yue replied briefly, turning her face toward the Bridge of Helplessness.

Why would she give up being a madam to go farming? Besides, where would she get land? The bad guy looked at her strangely.

"When will you be back?" he only asked.

"I will be back within seven days at the latest, before Bai Ze arrives," Wang Yue said before turning and quickly leaving.

The bad guy was completely confused. He was about to open his mouth to ask a question, but it was too late to say anything. For now, he could only stay quietly by Xiao Xia's body and wait for them to return.

He was actually conflicted. He both hoped that Bai Ze would die a horrible death right now, and that Bai Ze could return safely and revive Wang Xiaoxia. He stood calmly beside Wang Xiaoxia's body with a cold face. Between the two, he hoped more that she could live, live a long, long life.

Wang Yue didn't go far but turned around and went to Meng Po. She had just returned from there and hadn't even left the underworld when she saw a huge white figure fall from the sky. When she arrived at the place where the white figure disappeared, she happened to see a white zealot carrying a person in its mouth crawling out of the River of Oblivion. Upon closer inspection, she realized that the person it spat out was Wang Xiaoxia.

If anyone in this world knows how to bring Wang Xiaoxia back, it must be Meng Po. That old woman has guarded the River of Oblivion for countless years, and there are some things she should know.

Traveling westward along the River of Oblivion, the wind grew increasingly cool. After walking several miles, a stone bridge came into view in the distance. Wang Yue stepped onto the bridge and took a few steps before encountering a simple earthen platform where a woman was sitting.

The woman had her hair coiled up, her thick, black hair like a round cap on her head. She looked young, but her clothes, typical of a peasant woman, made her appear slightly weathered. She didn't smile, showing neither joy nor sorrow, but sat calmly in the recliner as if asleep. Occasionally, a breeze from the underworld would gently blow and scatter a few strands of her hair, yet she still maintained a kind and approachable demeanor, making people feel close to her.

Meng Po, Meng Po, the goddess of the underworld who governs reincarnation!

Wang Yue walked lightly to the woman, bowed respectfully, and said:

"Immortal!"

Wang Yue opened her mouth with a fawning smile, the round fan in her hand tucked behind her waist, looking very obedient.

The old woman reclined on the chair. She was the goddess who ruled over the River of Oblivion. How could she not know what had fallen into the River of Oblivion? She didn't need to look to know who had come and what they wanted. She didn't want to pay attention and buried half her face in the shadows, keeping her eyes closed.

Seeing that Meng Po did not respond for a long time, Wang Yue spoke again:

"Immortal, I am Yue'er."

She dared not speak loudly when she needed something from someone, but called out softly, and fearing that the immortal might not know who she was, she introduced herself.

"Go away! I don't have what you want here," the old woman finally said after a long while, her eyes still closed and languidly refusing to open.

Wang Yue still wore a faint smile, neither anxious nor annoyed.

“I know that the immortal has it here, so I have come to ask for it,” Wangyue said softly.

The old woman frowned, and with some displeasure, she squinted her eyes and looked at Wang Yue through a crack.

"I have nothing but the Meng Po soup," the old woman said in a low voice, displeased. Then she closed her eyes again, refusing to look at Wang Yue.

Wang Yue knew that the old woman was actually soft-hearted, so she knelt down with a thud, her eyes lowered.

"That child has a hard life. He has lived for over a hundred years and killed himself for over a hundred years. His body is riddled with holes and is no longer usable. Please, immortal, save that child," Wang Yue pleaded with her eyes lowered.

Meng Po seemed genuinely moved by these words. She opened her eyes, slowly sat up, and looked at Wang Yue with a helpless expression.

"Last time you traded a thousand-year job with me to save a heartless boy. Now that the thousand-year period is about to expire, what do you want to trade for it? Wait another thousand years?" Meng Po asked, staring into Wang Yue's eyes, her brows slightly furrowed.

Wang Yue, however, seemed to have been prepared all along, lowering her eyes and revealing a bitter smile.

"If possible, what difference would another thousand years make?" she said softly, her lips drooping slightly unnaturally.

How could Meng Po not see Wang Yue's reluctance? After a long while, she sighed softly. It seemed that this person had to be saved.

"I don't want your thousand years. You've already helped those you were meant to help, there's no need for you to stay," Meng Po said, looking away in deep thought.

Wang Yue looked up at Meng Po with some surprise.

"What does the immortal want?" she asked, overjoyed. Nothing is more exhausting than endless waiting.

"Give me that fan at your waist!" Meng Po said, with an unwavering determination that left no room for negotiation.

Wang Yue hesitated. She hadn't expected Meng Po to ask for her fan. She felt a little reluctant and bit her lower lip, her gaze lowered for a long time without answering.

Meng Po saw her reluctance, but still coldly reminded her:

“A calamity needs to be avenged by another calamity, and a life needs to be exchanged for another life. I am not a generous god who gives away charity everywhere. If you owe me, you must repay it through karma. So let’s make a fair deal and neither of us owes the other anything.”

A thousand years ago, Wang Yue made a thousand-year pact with Meng Po to help someone overcome their tribulation, becoming a ferryman for a thousand years—this was her tribulation. Now, if she wants to save someone's life, she must give her own. Wang Yue has nothing of value, except for this round fan, which she can still use.

Upon hearing this, Wang Yue felt relieved. She raised her head and touched the round fan behind her. This round fan was blood red and had been with Wang Yue for over a thousand years. She looked at it carefully and twirled it twice in her hand. A gentle breeze came with the swaying of the fan, blowing on her face and making her smile bitterly.

Xiao Xia is still waiting for her to rescue her.

She finally raised her hand and respectfully presented the round fan to Meng Po.

Meng Po reached out and took the fan, examining it carefully. With a gentle shake, the breeze stirred the waters of the River of Oblivion, creating ripples. It was truly a fine fan.

"You've taken excellent care of this fan over the past thousand years," Meng Po said with great approval.

That's not a fan, it's a pure and holy heart.

“This fan now belongs to you, Immortal,” Wang Yue said, a faint smile playing on her lips, her expression a smooth, almost obsequious one.

Meng Po nodded. As the goddess in charge of reincarnation, she naturally liked the fan. Of the seven sufferings of life, this fan had experienced them all.

Meng Po reached into her bosom and after a while pulled out a small gourd-shaped bottle. The bottle was no bigger than a thumb, with a dark blue cap on its black top. She raised her hand and handed the small medicine bottle to Wang Yue.

"That child is a ghost in human form. Although the human body is dead, the soul is not, so he can be considered a ghost. You only need to drip this medicine into the child's heart at midnight, and a new heart will grow from that heart. Cut out this heart and plant it by the River of Oblivion, and a flower of the other shore will grow. This will be the child's body. However, you must remember that to form a physical body, it must be nourished with blood to grow," Meng Po instructed.

Wang Yue reached out and took the medicine bottle, carefully tucking it into her bosom, and replied:

"I understand, thank you, Immortal."

"You don't need to thank me. This child's soul was protected by her mother's thousand years of cultivation. Otherwise, how could she have survived these two near-death experiences?" Meng Po replied calmly.

Because Si Ye had used all her cultivation to protect Wang Xiaoxia's soul, she did not truly die when Wu Huan killed her the first time. Her soul was trapped in her body and could not escape. This time, although her soul was forcibly pulled out when she jumped into the River of Oblivion, her primordial spirit was still protected by magic and would not dissipate. Therefore, as long as her body is reconstructed and her soul is brought back, Wang Xiaoxia can still come back to life.

Wang Yue stood up, thinking that seven days later was the day the demon beast would come to deliver the soul-guiding wax, and she hesitated before asking Meng Po:

"Immortal, the soul will be brought back in seven days. If the heart is not attached to the corpse, will it have any impact?"

"It's alright. That corpse is useless now. As long as it's planted within seven miles, the soul will return to its original body. However, that child is too involved with those people from the ghost realm. Whether or not to let the child fake his death to escape is your choice," Meng Po replied.

As expected of the god who governs reincarnation, she saw through Wang Yue's doubts at a glance. Wang Yue was indeed troubled by this matter. Wang Xiaoxia was living a life that was neither human nor ghost in order to seek revenge. If she could, she would prefer that Xiaoxia was just an ordinary dancer in Wang Yue Pavilion, or even just an ordinary mortal. Therefore, she did not want the ghosts to bother her again.

Even so, would Wang Xiaoxia really be content to be a simple dancer?

"Thank you for your guidance, Immortal," Wang Yue replied respectfully, then turned and walked towards Wang Xiaoxia's corpse.

"Wangyue, the thousand-year period is coming to an end. You should think carefully about whether to stay or leave," Meng Po reminded her in a low voice from behind.

Wang Yue paused for a moment before continuing to walk forward. She didn't look back, only smiled bitterly.

She rushed back to Xiaoxia's body and, following Meng Po's instructions, removed Xiaoxia's newly grown heart and planted it three miles away from the body. Fortunately, the spider lilies nearby were growing well and could shield her, allowing her to kneel on the ground without distraction and use her blood to water the spider lilies and help them grow.