Chapter 47: It was just liking someone, yet it felt like being tortured to death...
It felt like he was being slowly sliced to pieces; the pain was excruciating, and even the air he breathed was cold. He seemed to have made a compromise with something, his shoulder blades trembling slightly as he slowly closed his eyes.
Never before had the sticky sound of the flowing black mist been so clear. He could smell the faint floral scent emanating from Zhe's body, which lingered around him and enveloped every part of his body before finally holding him tightly in his arms.
The sound of silver bells rang out, along with the pounding of his heart, questioning the heavens and earth.
I have feelings for her.
"She is very important to me."
That was enough. He slowly opened his eyes, his gaze resolute and bright, burning with a fire of unwavering determination.
Chang Xuan smiled faintly, looking at Qin Wenxue as if she were an ignorant child. He lowered his eyes in thought, then looked directly at the Heavenly Dao and said, word by word, "I will not kill her. I will take her back to the Unseen Mountain Tower, for all eternity, so that she will never again enter Zhaoyao."
The dust spun lightly, then reformed into the character "可" (kě).
[May she be safe and sound for all eternity]
Chang Yan said coldly, "I agree."
The Dingkun Sword pointed directly at Qin Wenxue. He softened his tone and said gently, "This person carries my aura. I want him too."
Ming Shu: "..."
Ming Shu: "???"
Ming Shu's fox-like eyes were filled with fear and horror, and he couldn't even maintain his expression. He felt that the Venerable One had actually climbed up to an unapproachable being behind his back. When did this happen, and why was he keeping it from him?
The puppy is angry; the puppy doesn't want to talk to anyone for even a second.
[Not allowed]
Chang Yan: "Reason."
The Savior
Chang Kun frowned, somewhat irritated, and asked while suppressing his anger, "What time is this? Why are we talking about creation and salvation? I've only been an ascendant for a thousand years, and I haven't been involved in human affairs for a thousand years. What's the meaning of all this nonsense? Is the entire Zhaoyao Continent going to die out?"
Ming Shu's legs almost gave way, thinking to himself, "You can't just say things like that... Ancestor!"
But the powder spun around several times, and finally stopped moving as if it were giving up. Heaven did not answer.
"Why are you still mute?" Chang Yan clicked his tongue in annoyance. He had always said that dealing with the Heavenly Dao was troublesome; he couldn't even utter a single word for a long time.
"Never mind," he said, stretching out his hand to form a hand seal, and said in a deep voice, "I'll calculate it myself."
All those loves, hates, grudges, joys, and sorrows are but fleeting moments in his hands; a thousand years of grievances and right and wrong are merely a thought in Chang Xuan's mind.
"How could the demon race be so stupid..." Chang Kun looked puzzled, but his eyes were filled with sorrow and regret for everything they had suffered.
"Unable to distinguish right from wrong, black from white?" He paused for a moment, then suddenly erupted in immense rage. A gust of wind whipped his long hair, revealing a pair of eyes blazing with fury beneath his mask: "I teach cultivators to cultivate their minds and character, so they can be worthy of heaven and earth and have a clear conscience, yet they have committed such heinous and rebellious acts..." He was enraged, his jaw clenched tightly as he demanded an explanation from the Heavenly Dao within Shi Wenzhe's body: "Where were you when the demon race suffered annihilation?! You didn't want me to interfere in human affairs, fine, I won't interfere, you even sealed my five senses, what did you promise me then? Speak!"
[Protect Zhaoyao]
"Yes! Did you do it? The continent of Zhaoyao is devastated, and countless wronged souls are unable to enter the cycle of reincarnation. Is this how you protect them? Aren't you the Heavenly Dao of this realm? Why didn't you intervene when humanity was in trouble!"
Suddenly, dust danced wildly in mid-air, like burning yellow paper on a clear night, the ashes entwined and never-ending, causing both the living and the dead to weep. Even the Heavenly Dao was disturbed by these words, unable to provide an answer.
The order of living beings should be left to nature and should not be forcibly interfered with. It should be indifferent to joy and sorrow, and be high above. However, the Heavenly Way has a heart of compassion. In the chaotic world of the human world, when the demon race suffers calamities, it shows its reluctance, but can only stand by and watch.
The continent of Zhaoyao could not bear the consequences of His intervention. Over thousands of years, through the shifting of mountains and seas and the changing of the seasons, life was finally able to take shape in this land. The establishment of order is not something that can be achieved overnight. Wars and disasters are the will of Heaven, and He can only let nature take its course.
But when countless thoughts ascended to the Ninth Heaven, He still sensed it: the abyss of suffering was pulling people out of their shells, causing them to sink into hell.
Heaven could not bear it, so Shi Wenzhe came here.
Chang Xuan commanded in a deep voice, "Release the restrictions; I need to leave the mountain."
[Not allowed]
Chang Yan said angrily, "You say this is not allowed and that is not allowed, but you don't go to save people. Who else can help but me?"
Ming Shu looked bewildered. He didn't know why Chang Kun and Shi Wenzhe were confronting each other, and they were saying things he didn't understand. Who should he save? The human world?
His words were far too arrogant and presumptuous.
Human life is a sea of suffering; who doesn't save themselves?
Qin Wenxue looked up and asked, "How do you intend to save me?"
As far as the continent of Zhaoyao is concerned, Dao Youxian is already a legendary figure. Although Qin Wenxue has never met him, he is still somewhat familiar with this person because of his background and family.
The other party probably didn't know who he was, but as he said, he had a familiar scent on him, so it was only a matter of time before they found out who he was.
His parents had told him the story of Chang Kun. Their clan had a symbiotic relationship with this person. When Chang Kun ascended to immortality after undergoing tribulation, eighty-one bolts of heavenly lightning struck Mount Wangdi in Yunmeng Marsh, which tempered the Qilin Stone and gave birth to it. Overnight, hundreds of flowers bloomed on Mount Wangdi, fireflies danced, and butterflies fluttered, creating a great spectacle on the Zhaoyao Continent that has been passed down for thousands of years.
The mountains were teeming with butterflies as they welcomed and bid farewell to Changxuan. Its last glance as it ascended to heaven was in the direction of home.
Wangdi Mountain also gained his favor from this glance. Apart from Peach Blossom Valley, only Yunmeng Marsh was favored by the Heavenly Dao, and the demons born there were clever, intelligent and kind.
The demon race was originally carefree and unconcerned with worldly affairs, but they encountered an invasion by evil spirits. Yunmeng Marsh and Peach Blossom Valley were born from this, becoming places that cultivators would definitely want to seize. All the spirits and monsters in the mountains became their possessions, and precious natural treasures.
He actually wanted to ask why they had to look back one last time before leaving. If they hadn't looked, they could have lived peacefully in their secluded corner, continuing to live a carefree life.
The demon race and the human race have a blood feud that spans millennia. Can such a grudge be resolved by the power of a single person? Can the dead be brought back to life? Can the malevolent energy that has plagued the demon realm for so many years be dispelled? Can the four seas be brought to peace? Can the karmic cycle be eradicated?
There were too many questions he wanted answered, but Chang Kun was ultimately an innocent person. What did the rights and wrongs of the Zhaoyao Continent have to do with him? The pity he showed at that time was the best favor he could give.
"Never mind," Qin Wenxue thought. Now the Demon Realm was his Demon Realm, and he would guard the fate of the demon race. It had nothing to do with this person anymore.
He glanced at Shi Wenzhe briefly, his gaze subtle, as if looking at her any longer would disturb her soul.
Shi Wenzhe is also a mysterious figure, but he can still protect this one person.
As if sensing something, the Heavenly Dao raised its eyes and looked back at Qin Wenxue. Shi Wen saw the person she had been longing for day and night through its eyes, and her heart skipped a beat in an instant. She struggled to break free from the Heavenly Dao's binding force and fight for this body.
But even with all her might, it was no use. Heaven only wanted her to see what He wanted her to see, so Shi Wenzhe didn't understand anything that had just happened. She only knew that Ming Shu was like a possessed person, with her eyes twitching and her mouth twitching, making all sorts of strange and bizarre expressions. She looked at him as if he were a flying pig.
No, even if it were a flying pig, it wouldn't be that surprising. After all, this is a world of immortals and heroes. What's impossible in a world of immortals and heroes? He himself is a dog that can walk on two legs.
She was so angry she wanted to go out and give him a good beating. Shi Wenzhe was frantic with worry. What exactly did Qin Wenxue say? That Chang Yan who inexplicably wanted to kill her, who looked so otherworldly and untainted by worldly affairs, why did he suddenly start attacking without saying a word? What did he say? And what was this wandering ghost in her body doing, trying to take over her body? Don't think that just because he saved her earlier, she won't hold it against him. What is he babbling about?
She didn't understand, like a mental patient forcibly locked in a room and unable to leave, she was really going crazy.
Chang Xuan frowned: "Are you mute again?"
The Way of Heaven: [。]
Shi Wenzhe gasped, feeling a strange sense of déjà vu about the actions of the person inside her. She scratched her non-existent head, her soul curling into a ball in deep thought.
But just as she huddled in the corner to count the sheep, she was suddenly lifted up by a force, her legs swaying as she cried out, "Ouch, ouch, ouch!" She was so anxious that she flailed her arms and legs.
"Who is it? Who is it? I'm afraid of heights. Put me down." She mumbled, and the next second she was pushed forward by that force. Her vision went from dark to light, from small to large. Shi Wenzhe's head was dizzy, as if it was filled with countless sponges. When she came to her senses, she found herself walking shakily toward the man, like a zombie undergoing rehabilitation.
Shi Wenzhe felt the oppressive aura emanating from the man, which forced her to kneel down with a thud, lying on the ground like a quail that had lost its voice.
Ming Shu: "When you were jumping rope, I heard a sound of something breaking."
Shi Wenzhe rolled his eyes, sneered, and said, "If you don't speak, no one will think you're mute."
The dust spun in mid-air, then exploded like fireworks before disappearing with the wind.
Chang Yan paused for a moment, hissed, and said speechlessly, "You're sick."
He had been interacting with the Heavenly Dao for many years and knew it inside and out. Over the past few thousand years, while his other skills had not improved, his ability to silently escape had become increasingly sophisticated. If he couldn't win an argument, he would simply disappear.
Boring.
He raised his hand to signal Shi Wenzhe to stand up. Shi Wenzhe kept his head down and acted like a quail with great composure, but his body was involuntarily lifted up by the airflow and stood steadily in front of Chang Yan.
Shi Wenzhe was stunned by his good looks; his eyes were practically popping out of their sockets.
Ming Shu said disdainfully, "Take your mouth off, you're drooling."
Shi Wenzhe straightened up and glared back, moving cautiously like a crab taking small steps. Seeing that Chang Yan didn't seem to mind, she happily ran to Qin Wenxue's side, smiling brightly.
She really, really wanted this person. She faced two life-or-death crises in a short period of time, and he appeared in both of her memories.
Shi Wenzhe felt like she was about to take flight, like a free and unrestrained bird. She was very open-minded and accepted it quickly.
It's just liking someone, that's nothing.
Besides, liking something is a wonderful thing in itself.
Qin Wenxue is so handsome, it's definitely worth liking him.
She muttered to herself in a rambling, almost mystical way, and eventually convinced herself.
Shi Wenzhe's cheeks were flushed, and she finally showed some girlish shyness and cuteness, which shocked Ming Shu.
She reached out and pinched the familiar clothes. The lines on her fingers were still so familiar. Qin Wenxue's cool fragrance was still pleasant. Shi Wenzhe had gotten used to it. Every night when she fell asleep, the cool fragrance lingered, along with Qin Wenxue's silver bells.
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