Chapter 43 Keep moving forward, don't look back. "Sister." He...
"Sister," he murmured, his eyes slightly burning. Liu Mian was very thin, as if she were malnourished. The tattered cloth she was wrapped in was loose. She stood listlessly in the pond, the shimmering water reflecting a faint light, which generously illuminated them as they walked alone in the darkness.
If you've seen the sunlight, how can you bear the loneliness of the night?
Sui Yuan's eyes held a warning, but he ignored it. This was the first time he had disobeyed his orders, the first time he had hope, and the first time he had the courage to live.
Many people died in Peach Blossom Valley, as did many demons. They died with their eyes wide open, unable to find peace, and thus transformed into boundless malevolent energy and resentment, wanting to drag everyone down to hell.
Even cultivators have golden cores to protect them, or at least magical artifacts and talismans. But demons don't have any, nor do the innocent people in the villages outside Peach Blossom Valley.
The more people died, the more malevolent energy arose. Cultivators could not resist the corrosive influence of this malevolent energy, so they began to capture more and more demons, turning them into various magical artifacts and elixirs. This was a bloody and cruel one-sided massacre, and the demons had no power to fight back.
The great demon had long been bound by a pact. Without its master's permission, it could not save its wailing and suffering people, and could only watch them die tragically. After their deaths, it would generate even more resentment, and so the tragedy would continue, with the cycle of reincarnation never ending.
Blood flowed like a river in Peach Blossom Valley, and corpses littered the fields.
Sui Yuan pursed his lips and remained silent, his eyes shimmering with light. In fact, his hands were trembling, but he did so very discreetly and carefully, hiding it well.
Shi Wenzhe stared over casually, without a trace of wariness in her eyes, even more innocent than the little white rabbit next to her.
He was almost dumbfounded.
He laughed out loud, unsure whether it was the joy of finally realizing his long-cherished dream or the obsession that had driven him mad, leaving him feeling wistful and wistful at this moment of fulfillment.
Shi Wenzhe's smile froze. She couldn't understand why they were all looking at her so intently, as if she were a lamb to the slaughter.
"Is this right?" she wondered. "Are we going to sacrifice her to the heavens?"
"This isn't right..."
"It really works." White Rabbit murmured, her body trembling involuntarily. Excitement shone in her eyes as she staggered toward Shi Wenzhe and then grabbed his wrist tightly, like a raptor that had bitten its prey and wouldn't let go.
Shi Wenzhe winced in pain, his face contorted in agony, but looking at the little rabbit with red eyes, he couldn't bring himself to say anything harsh. He simply moved his wrist along with the other's force, slowly releasing the pain.
"You really are a goddess." The white rabbit choked up and said, "Sister, please save Fengxue."
Shi Wenzhe pursed her lips and blinked rapidly a few times. This explanation wouldn't do, so she stammered, "I'm not a god."
She said naively, "I'm just a little white flower."
"Now you believe me, right? It's only because you're all so young and lovable that I didn't reveal my identity to save you. Come here, come here." She beckoned to the group, "I'll purify your malevolent energy later, so you'll all live to be a hundred years old!"
Her smile was incredibly gentle, a gentleness that her parents and elders could never receive again after their deaths.
"Ah Yuan," Shi Wenzhe called out, "Control her too. I need to touch her body to dispel the malevolent energy." She approached the snow wolf, but she had been too pretentious earlier and hadn't been watching where she was going. The muddy water under her feet flowed over her skirt, obscuring her vision.
Just then, by sheer coincidence, he stepped on a stone and, with a "whoosh," fell flat on his face, turning into a limp turtle with a gurgling sound.
Sui Yuan: "..."
This person is extremely unreliable; his reliability just now was probably just his imagination.
"Help me, help me! I've hurt my back!" Shi Wen cried out in pain, looking rather ridiculous.
Sui Yuan lifted her body into the air, and Shi Wenzhe was dragged into the air. There was still mud and water dripping on her eyelashes, making it difficult for her to open them. She wiped her face before she could see that she was almost a meter off the ground, her body suspended in mid-air.
She stared blankly at Sui Yuan, then at the ground beneath her, which was suspended in mid-air.
"Aaaaaaahhhhhh!" she screamed. "I'm afraid of heights! I'm afraid of heights!" Then she thrashed about like a turtle, making Lu Ming laugh out loud.
"Ah—" Shi Wenzhe covered his face and smiled bitterly: "No matter who is on the other side, she can always make people laugh."
"How can talent be used in a useless way? Beauty and intelligence should both be powerful, right? Damn it, how can this be a joke? This is unfair."
Sui Yuan slowly put her down.
When Shi Wenzhe got closer, he realized that this person was actually very tall. His eyebrows were extremely beautiful, and his pupils were green, giving him a somewhat exotic beauty. His hair was long and curly, wrapped with colorful ribbons and decorated with bright and unusual hair ornaments.
"It's beautiful, like a Devon cat dressed up nicely by its owner."
It struck a chord with her immediately. She decided to forgive the boy's coldness and rudeness. As an adult, she should naturally be more tolerant of the boy.
She grinned and unconsciously reached out to pat the snow wolf's belly, but the snow wolf turned around and bit her.
"Awoooooo!" Shi Wenzhe frantically waved his hands, hailing countless taxis, looking like a comical four-legged creature stung by a bee.
Liu Qingge, Sui Yuan: "..."
Bai Lian and Lu Ming: "???"
"Ah ha ha." Shi Wenzhe realized what was happening and felt incredibly embarrassed.
"Ahaha, heavens and earth, bury her! Shi Wenzhe will never be able to face anyone again, sob sob sob sob."
"Are you alright?" Sui Yuan asked.
Shi Wenzhe straightened his hair, which was obscuring his eyes, and made an incredibly dashing gesture. He said in a deep voice, "Alright." He seemed reliable again.
“I can keep her calm, now use your spiritual power.” With that, he untied the long whip from his waist. The black snake coiled around his wrist a few times, then grew larger and longer, and began to wrap around the snow wolf.
Shi Wenzhe always felt a sense of embarrassment, as if she were peeping at someone taking off their clothes, but she quickly straightened up and stroked the snow wolf's body.
As her breathing gradually calmed down, Shi Wenzhe also revealed a satisfied smile.
Fengxue was a spirited snow wolf. She loved beauty, so her fur was shiny and smooth. Even though it was long and no one licked it, she took good care of it herself. But now, a hideous gash had been torn open on her abdomen, and blood had stained her fur. The mottled bloodstains were really unsightly.
Shi Wen tore off a piece of cloth, making the tattered clothes even more unstable. She moistened it with water and patiently wiped her face, like an elder washing a child's face, her eyes full of affection and tenderness.
The scene was so heartwarming, almost blindingly so.
The snow wolf whimpered a few times. She was in a lot of pain, but she knew that Shi Wenzhe was the one who saved her, so she endured the pain and wanted to kneel down to thank her.
Shi Wenzhe then took her into his arms, patted her back affectionately, and said softly, "How adorable you are! I don't need you to thank me, little wolf. You must get better soon."
A misty haze spread across her azure eyes, like a hazy glass bead. Shi Wenzhe smiled and looked at the well-behaved and adorable children, her heart filled with indescribable tenderness.
Even the moonlight seemed gentler.
"Come here, I'll purify your malevolent energy too." She stretched out her hand, and the white light shone brightly once again, like an inextinguishable lamp.
The moonlight gazed at her from afar in the heavens. Shi Wenzhe lowered his hand from Sui Yuan's body; she was exhausted and her face was as pale as paper.
In the final moments before the light faded, countless fireflies danced out from the depths of the lotus pond, their green light, like a glimmer of hope, flickering like visitors from outer space. They hovered and kissed the petals and dewdrops, lingering around the group for a moment before slowly disappearing.
It was a mesmerizing dream, an unexpected miracle.
Everything was so peaceful and serene. Shi Wenzhe, supporting her exhausted body, tried to pick up Fengxue, who had regained her human form, and walk towards the shore, but she couldn't lift her up after a long time. Her face turned red from holding it, and Suiyuan kindly took her away.
Shi Wenzhe didn't try to take it from him. She was now a frail and exhausted patient, and she could only walk slowly behind Suiyuan with the help of Anan.
"So the sound of water being parted is so beautiful." The lotus pond was too quiet, and the children didn't speak either. Shi Wen's fingers touched the grass and wood woven belt around Anan's waist, and she started playing with it absentmindedly. The only sound she heard was that little bit of noise, which was amplified infinitely.
Tonight was a perfect night. She thought that after saying goodbye to the others, she could return the way she came to find Qin Wenxue and Ming Shu. But before she could even speak, her clothes seemed to be pulled by countless people.
The immense pull caused her to fall backward. She thought, "The moon has moved to the east, it looks like it's about to dawn. The clothes around my throat are so tight, I can hardly breathe. If I lie in the water this time, will it still be this cold?"
It seemed something was about to happen again. The immense force behind her, threatening to kill her, was terrifying. She prayed and prayed, "Children, go quickly, don't look back, don't look back."
But the gods did not grant her wish. Sui Yuan, with a fierce aura, lashed out with her long whip, which brought up a strong wind, and viciously swept it behind her.
Contrary to her expectations, Shi Wenzhe did not fall into the cold mud. Instead, she was swept away by the long whip and fell into the young man's thin embrace.
She was completely exhausted and could barely stand. She could only lean on Suiyuan's arms for support as she stood up, trembling slightly.
Peach Blossom Valley... was torn open, a chasm stretching from heaven to earth, like a natural barrier, tearing open the interface between illusion and reality.
The lotus pond was no longer there, but turned into a distorted and blurry black and white ink painting. Boundless black mist gushed out from the crack, and in an instant, the world changed color and became dark and gloomy.
Everything felt so familiar; it was all repeating itself in a cycle.
Shi Wenzhe felt a chill run down her spine and trembled involuntarily. She knew she was being somewhat pathetic; even if this malevolent energy couldn't harm her, she was still afraid.
"It's so cold," she thought. "She longed for Qinwenxue. It seemed like she hadn't seen him in a long time. The moon was gone, the lotus pond was gone, and all those beautiful things eventually vanished like bubbles. It was a utopia that couldn't be held onto, and a crystal shoe that could never be found in a castle. None of it could be kept."
The wind picked up, a fierce wind sweeping across the wilderness, making my teeth chatter. I was about to grab a few children and run away, but when I turned around, I realized that they looked like faded porcelain dolls, forcibly left here, with melted paint clinging to their bodies, mottled and strange.
Sui Yuan's body disappeared for a moment and then suddenly reappeared, like a scene with a frame dropped. The other children had melted into a puddle of colorful water, but Sui Yuan seemed to be resisting something. Her figure was unpredictable, and the paint on her face was flowing down, but at a certain moment, it began to flow back and paint on her face and body.
This was too bizarre. Shi Wenzhe held his breath and watched him nervously.
"Hurry up." Sui Yuan moved, her voice seemingly coming through glass and mist, hazy and ethereal, yet captivating enough.
Shi Wenzhe was being pulled by him and running towards a place. She didn't know where it was, but behind her was an endless abyss. No matter where it was in front of her, she was determined to go and explore.
The black mist surged fiercely, engulfing everything in sight. It seemed that only the breathing of her and Suiyuan could be heard under the heavens and earth.
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