Chapter 1108 What I Can't Have...
“That’s right, the spiritual root is damaged.”
Third Uncle continued, "But it's not a big deal. It only requires two medicinal herbs, and I'll find them for you."
"Thank you, Uncle-Master." Song Chunxue bowed deeply to him, unable to express her gratitude.
“Of course,” he smiled, revealing a set of pearly white teeth. “You gave me your Qilin. It’s nothing to my uncle.”
Song Chunxue smiled and said, "It's good that I didn't cause any trouble for my martial uncle."
As they were talking, the stubborn donkey suddenly appeared out of nowhere, came up to Song Chunxue, and nuzzled her arm with its head as a greeting.
Upon seeing the chestnut horse before him, Third Uncle's eyes lit up, and he subconsciously stroked his silver-white beard.
"Is this yours too?"
"Yes," Song Chunxue replied. "He was mingling with the warhorses in the military camp, and since no one could tame him, I brought him here."
Master Han and the Moon-Companion Immortal exchanged a glance.
Zhang Chengxuan smiled, thinking that they must have realized that this horse was extraordinary.
There's no need to say anything about envy; everyone understands.
Unfortunately, her junior brother didn't realize it and thought everyone was laughing at her for bringing a clingy horse to this kind of place.
My junior might even feel ashamed.
Sigh, comparing yourself to others is just plain frustrating.
That evening, they went to the Valley of Spirit Medicine.
The Valley of Spiritual Herbs was bustling with activity, with about a hundred people entering and immediately searching for their favorite medicinal herbs.
If it weren't for the fear of being accused of never having seen anything good, Song Chunxue would have loved to store an entire medicinal herb field in her storage ring.
The medicinal herbs here are far superior to ordinary ones; both their growth and the color of their flowers are so beautiful that everyone who sees them wants to possess them.
“Little apprentice, come here. We can only pick one of these herbs,” Third Master Uncle said, handing her a tool for picking herbs. “Pull up the herb with leaves as dark green as orchids and flowers like ice crystals by the roots.”
"I don't know how..." She was afraid that if she picked something bad, it would delay Xie Zheng's treatment.
“Just pick it,” Third Uncle said with a smile, and casually asked, “I heard that disciple was injured by a fellow cultivator. Second Brother, has that person arrived today?”
The Moon-Accompanying Immortal looked at the two people furthest away and said, "They're here. They're over there, the two wearing light blue clothes."
Master Han sneered, "They're really shameless. No wonder the table closest to us was empty just now; it must have been theirs."
Song Chunxue carefully examined the group and discovered that the slender one was the culprit Qingyun, while the other one who always spoke to her but received no response was Qingxuan.
The fact that Qingxuan is here proves that he is much better.
She subconsciously glanced at Master Han; her martial uncle was still too lenient.
"Let's go take a look." Master Han looked at Song Chunxue. "We'll go, you two gather herbs."
Song Chunxue hesitated.
“Go,” said the Moon-Accompanying Immortal, “and have your two senior brothers gather herbs.”
Zhang Chengxuan straightened up, pulled the wild ginseng from the soil, and stuffed it into his storage ring.
“Alright, I’m good at gathering herbs.” He said to Song Chunxue, “Don’t be too impulsive, you can’t fight here.”
"But you can issue a challenge, and we can have a showdown with him tomorrow morning," Lord Zhao urged. "You must issue a challenge! I know you won't calm down until Xie Zheng is in a bad mood. You must have a good fight tomorrow."
"Yes, yes, yes!" Wuyou floated onto Song Chunxue's head. "We must beat him to a pulp!"
Everyone was amused.
Song Chunxue was indeed still angry, but in this unfamiliar place, she dared not act rashly.
"Don't worry, it's not shameful to lose." The Moon-Accompanying Immortal raised his hand. "They have already discovered our intentions, hurry up."
The next moment, Master Han grabbed Song Chunxue by the collar and teleported in front of her.
Qingyun and Qingxuan were stunned for a moment.
Qingyun quickly averted his gaze, bowed his head and greeted Master Han, "Greetings, Uncle Han."
"Qingxuan, how dare you appear before me? My disciple's soul is not yet fully restored and his spiritual root is damaged, yet you manage to appear here so quickly."
Master Han crossed his arms and looked at him menacingly. "Tell me the truth, do you think I have a particularly good temper?"
Song Chunxue was shocked; it seemed that Xie Zheng's master was even more furious than she was.
"I wouldn't dare. I've come today to seek medicine for your disciple..."
"Where's the medicine?" Master Han stretched out his hand, impatient to hear him say more.
Qingyun and Qingxuan instinctively clutched the bag, regretting not having put it in their storage rings earlier.
Many medicinal herbs here are restricted; each person can only pick one.
If they send it out, their trip will have been in vain.
"What, you still can't bear to part with him?" Master Han sneered. "You two dare to cultivate the Tao? Back then, because of your junior sister, you beat my disciple so badly that he lost all his memories. And now you two are all lovey-dovey and inseparable. What, are you using my disciple as a tool?"
These words ignited Song Chunxue's anger.
Exactly! Why should Xie Zheng bear the brunt of this unexpected disaster because of the misunderstanding between the two of them?
These two must be crazy.
She immediately gave Wuyou the order, "Take their bags away."
"Understood!"
"Whoosh~"
The next moment, Wuyou and the others strung together the medicine bags and handed them to Song Chunxue.
“They also have two thousand-year-old Ganoderma lucidum hidden in their arms, which are extremely effective for repairing damaged spiritual roots,” Wuyou rushed up to Qingxuan and made a sound like a puppet, “Hehehehehe, if you don’t hand them over, I’ll take them myself.”
Qingxuan took the lingzhi mushroom out of his robes. "What happened before was indeed my fault, but this lingzhi..."
"We'll leave you half." Song Chunxue's tone was firm. "If you're still dissatisfied, then come with us up the mountain and apologize to Xie Zheng in person."
"No, no matter what, you must go to Xie Zheng and apologize to him in person." Her gaze sharpened slightly. "Having your junior sister and master apologize on your behalf—is it because you lack the courage to admit your deep-seated resentment, or because you are ashamed to face Lord Xie?"
"Master Song, please don't be so..."
“Shut up, you have no right to speak for him. If this hadn’t started because of you, would Xie Zheng have suffered like this? What did he do wrong?” Song Chunxue said with a laugh. “If he had asked you to wait for him back then, nothing would have happened. You two are just being sentimental. Why are you taking your anger out on others? You’re just sick.”
Song Chunxue took Wuyou and pointed it at Qingxuan, "Today I'm issuing you a challenge. If I win, you'll not only have to apologize to Xie Zheng in person, but also..."
"I'll leave everything else aside; my disciple doesn't want to give you a second glance. But you can't be indifferent," Master Han said, turning around. "Tomorrow's battle will require you to fight with all your might."
"Yes!" Song Chunxue glanced at Qingxuan and Qingyun, then strode away.
Qingyun looked at Qingxuan, "I'm sorry, I just wanted to..."
"It's not your fault, I was too impulsive," Qingxuan comforted her. "I will face it head-on, and I will never run away from what I have to face."
Looking at the face that had once caused him so much distress and pain, Qingxuan couldn't help but touch his heart.
Why do I feel a sense of loss now that I've finally gotten close to her?
P.S.: Happy Children's Day!
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