Liuyun City, the back mountain of Xiaomen, Siguo Gorge.
Xiao Lie came back from hunting, holding a skinny wild rabbit in his hand, with a slight joy on his face. He sat down, listened to the sound of his daughter practicing sword, and began to fiddle with the prey in his hand.
After being confined here, for the first period of time, Xiaomen would come to deliver food every day, and he could occasionally learn about the recent situation of Xiaomen from the Xiaomen disciples who delivered food. Later, the frequency of delivering food became less and less, and after three months, no one brought food to them anymore. Obviously, they had to be locked up for a full twenty years, and they had no direct relatives in Xiaomen, so no one was bothered to care about them. From the initial trace of pity, they were eventually left to fend for themselves in the back mountain.
Fortunately, this back mountain was not completely barren. He could find some wild vegetables in the area where he could move around, and occasionally hunt one or two delicious low-level mysterious beasts. This was how the father and daughter survived day by day in this back mountain. Xiao Lie had also thought about taking Xiao Lingxi away from here. He couldn't let his daughter's most beautiful years be locked up in such a place. However, once they escaped, they would inevitably be hunted down by the Xiao Clan... After all, they were imprisoned here at the behest of the Fourth Young Master of the Xiao Clan. He was not afraid of being punished, even if he was accused of treason, but he couldn't ignore Xiao Lingxi.
During this period of time, Xiao Lingxi spent most of her time every day cultivating. Apart from this, she really had nothing else to do. Her undivided attention to cultivation also allowed her to make rapid progress. Her current profound strength had already broken through to the ninth level of the Elementary Profound Realm.
"ah!!"
Suddenly, the girl's scream came from outside. Xiao Lie stopped what he was doing and quickly jumped out. He saw Xiao Lingxi sitting on the ground, holding her heart with her hands. The rusty iron sword was thrown aside.
"Xier, what's wrong?" Xiao Lie rushed over and asked nervously.
Xiao Lingxi's clothes were old and white, but spotless. The dust in the mountains did not roughen her skin. Now she was even more beautiful and charming. Even her old clothes seemed to be filled with a kind of spiritual aura. But compared to before, she was obviously thinner. There was a hint of melancholy in her beautiful eyes, making her look like a wounded spirit, lovely but also heartbreaking.
“I don’t know…” Xiao Lingxi shook her head gently. She covered her chest with her hands, her delicate eyebrows trembling constantly: “My chest, it suddenly felt so painful just now… oooh… it really hurts…”
"Chest?" Xiao Lie felt distressed by his daughter's expression. He thought for a moment and said, "Don't stand up yet. Maybe you are too tired from practicing sword skills. Rest for a while and maybe you will feel better."
“Yes.” Xiao Lingxi agreed obediently. She frowned, the pain seemed to overflow from her soul, piercing her heart and bones. Along with the pain, the figure of Yun Che kept appearing in front of her eyes and in her heart. She suddenly cried: “Dad… I am not afraid of the hardship here… But… I miss Xiao Che so much… Where is he now… When he left, he didn’t have much money and his body was so weak. Is he being bullied? Is he not getting enough food? Does he not even have a place to sleep? Will he… Will he… Woo… Woo… I miss him so much… I am so worried about him…”
Xiao Lingxi covered her face with her hands and started to cry. She and Yun Che had been together since she was little. Before the incident, they had hardly ever been apart for a day. She had never even thought about being apart from him... But fate suddenly became cruel, forcing them to separate, and they had been separated for a long, long time. This separation also made her deeply feel how painful it was to be without him. Her longing for him grew day by day, and she relied on practicing hard every day to divert her thoughts.
But just now, the longing that she had tried so hard to suppress, under the sudden attack of heartache, rushed out like a flood, so strong that she could no longer control her emotions, and she cried loudly, her heart broken.
Xiao Lie sighed deeply and said softly, "Xi'er, Che'er has grown up and is now a real man. Perhaps leaving the Xiao Clan is a good thing for him. Outside, he can gain experience and truly grow up. Even if he has to suffer a little and get hurt, it's okay."
"Xi'er, don't cry. He will become strong outside. As his aunt, you should be stronger than him. When he comes back, you should let him see you who is more energetic than before. This will definitely make him happiest... Che'er said that he will definitely come back within three years. As a grown man, I believe he will do what he says."
Xiao Lingxi was still crying. Listening to Xiao Lie's words, she nodded vigorously and wiped away the tears on her face bit by bit. But the surging thoughts and the piercing pain in her heart could not be calmed down...
Xiao Che...where are you...I really miss you...I don't ask you to come back to see us within three years...I just ask you to be safe...you must be safe...
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Tianjian Villa, in front of the sword-controlling platform.
Xia Qingyue was dressed in white, standing quietly in front of Xing Tianjian. The wind from the sword-controlling platform whistled, constantly blowing her long hair and clothes, but it could not disturb her eyes. She had been standing here for a long time, alone, with only the flying swords in the sky to keep her company.
The sky gradually darkened, dusk quietly approached, and the sword wind began to bring a little chill. A gust of wind blew, causing her long hair to gently brush against her face. At this time, behind her, a deliberately light footstep was approaching from afar, disturbing Xia Qingyue's quiet heart.
Her eyes flickered slightly as she looked ahead and whispered softly, "Husband... let Qingyue continue to be your wife in the next life... okay... Qingyue at that time will be a... real wife... okay..."
Her soft whispers soon disappeared in the wind, and no one could hear them. She turned around, and behind her, a handsome man in white was standing there.
Looking at Xia Qingyue's beautiful face, Ling Yun's aura became slightly confused. He smiled slightly and made a sword salute to her: "Fairy Xia, are you here to see your friend off as well?"
“No.” Xia Qingyue shook her head and said softly, “I am here… to see my husband off.”
Ling Yun's whole body trembled, and he suddenly raised his head to look at Xia Qingyue. Just as he was about to ask himself if he had heard something wrong, he suddenly saw a piece of black scarf wrapped around Xia Qingyue's left arm...
"Fairy Xia, you...what did you say just now? Husband? Did I hear it wrong, or was Fairy Xia joking with me?" Ling Yun said in the calmest voice he could. However, his hands were already trembling slightly, and his heart was in a state of confusion.
Xia Qingyue did not answer him. She stretched out her white wrist, held her long hair, and gently stroked it with her left hand. Suddenly, a section of her hair was cut off silently, and then as her jade hand was raised, it was scattered in the middle of the Sword Controlling Platform. Suddenly, each strand of hair was carried by the sword wind of the Sword Controlling Platform, circling around the Xing Tian Sword in the middle, as if it was attached to and accompanied something.
Xia Qingyue closed her beautiful eyes, and after a while she flew up and disappeared from Ling Yun's sight.
Ling Yun's whole body stiffened, and he fell to the ground helplessly, his pupils constantly shrinking and expanding. The young master of Tianjian Villa, who was once the strongest of the younger generation, seemed to have lost his soul at this moment...
“They are husband and wife… Yun Che… is her husband… She is already… She is already married… Impossible… Impossible… This must be a lie… Impossible…”
Ling Yun repeated this over and over again, his eyes darkening as if his faith was collapsing.
At the same time, his father Ling Yuefeng was also in a state of confusion. He paced back and forth in front of the courtyard of the Frozen Cloud Palace, worrying about Chu Yuechan's injuries and wondering why she had such a reaction. He had never thought that Chu Yuechan, who was always as cold as snow and as icy as a mysterious lotus, would lose control of her emotions and spit out blood.
With Chu Yuechan’s temperament, even if Xia Qingyue, the current number one disciple of Frozen Cloud Immortal Palace, suddenly died, her most appropriate reaction would certainly be a suffocating coldness and silence… There shouldn’t be anything in this world that could cause her to have such a reaction.
Could it really be because of the fallen Yun Che... No! Impossible! Absolutely impossible! There must be other reasons.
In his upset, he did not notice that not far away, his wife Xuanyuan Yufeng was watching his every change in expression coldly, and her eyes were becoming colder and more disappointed.
At this time, Ling Yuefeng's patience seemed to have reached its limit. He could no longer bear it, so he gritted his teeth, entered the courtyard, and pushed open the door of Chu Yuechan's room.
Chu Yuechan was lying quietly on the bed, her face pale. Chu Yueli was standing beside the bed, her face full of worry and uneasiness. An old man who looked old and thin was pressing his fingers on Chu Yuechan's pulse.
Granny Jiumu is over 190 years old this year. In terms of seniority, she is several generations older than Manor Master Ling Yuefeng. In terms of medical skills, it is said that she is no less skilled than Gu Qiuhong, who is known as the number one doctor in Cangfeng. However, she is indifferent to fame and fortune and has never stepped out of Tianjian Manor in her life. Not many people in the empire know her name.
"Granny Jiumu, how is Fairy Bingchan doing?" Ling Yuefeng asked with concern. Facing Granny Jiumu, his attitude was obviously respectful.
Granny Jiumu removed her dry fingers from Chu Yuechan's snowy wrist, picked up her cane, hunched forward a few steps, and made a hoarse and unpleasant sound like sandpaper rubbing against each other: "She is fine. The reason she is unconscious is just that her spirit has been greatly stimulated, and she is so sad that her heart blood is flowing backwards. It won't be long before she wakes up."
"That's good..." Ling Yuefeng nodded, his mind still in a state of confusion.
"However, she has been practicing ice-related profound arts for many years, and her body and internal organs are extremely cold. If she continues like this, I'm afraid the fetus in her belly cannot be saved." Grandma Jiumu said lightly.
The last sentence was like a thunderclap in the ears of Chu Yueli and Ling Yuefeng. Chu Yueli said quickly, "Impossible! Grandma Jiumu, you must have seen it wrong. My sister has never had any contact with men. It is impossible for her to have a fetus!"
"That's right. Grandma Jiumu, you must have made a mistake this time. The fairies of Bingyun Fairy Palace never get married, and it is impossible for Fairy Bingchan to have any fetus." Ling Yuefeng also said immediately.
"Hmph!" Facing the two people's doubts, Granny Jiumu's face was furious. She tapped her cane hard on the ground and said hoarsely: "I have been practicing medicine for 189 years. I have seen and treated all kinds of strange diseases and injuries. I have treated more people than you have seen in your life. How could I make a mistake about whether a woman is pregnant? Hmph!"
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