Chapter 1191 No Longer Obsessed
Tears welled up in her eyes, but Song Chunxue smiled, feeling clear and relaxed.
She is not afraid.
She doesn't need to feel that being a woman means she can't explore the world freely.
She no longer sees herself as a woman whose life revolves around children and the kitchen.
Why do her uncles all say that she's becoming more and more like a man?
Why did the Overlord Sword choose her? Because in her heart, she was no more ambitious than any other man, and she craved recognition more than any other man!
She once longed to be a man in her next life.
Now, she is grateful to God for giving her life as a woman so humble that she has risen from the most difficult place to reach the air of freedom and ease.
The mountain breeze, the path beneath her feet, the scenery before her eyes—these were things she could never have dreamed of.
Once, these legs were trapped in those few acres of land, firmly embedded within them, and then pulled into the soil, becoming withered bones.
She's been through life and death, and the hardest times are over. What is she afraid of?
Is it scary to not be loved?
Only the weak and incompetent crave love.
The strong love themselves.
"Thump."
Suddenly, a huge fruit hit her on the head.
Song Chunxue raised her hand and touched her head. The little old man, floating high above, stared at the fruit with shining eyes.
"What are you doing? Pick it up! This is your opportunity."
Song Chunxue picked it up with some skepticism and found it to be a large, plump orange. After peeling it, the aroma was so enticing it was almost intoxicating.
She was already drooling before the food even reached her mouth.
"Here you go." She handed half of it to the old man. "Thank you for your guidance, senior."
"Oh, you little rascal," the old man said with a smile as he took the food, broke off two pieces, and handed the rest back to her. "This is all your good fortune. It's more effective for you than for me. I'm already a senior, so just having a taste is enough for me."
Song Chunxue smiled and bowed to him, "If it weren't for your guidance, senior, I certainly wouldn't have had such good fortune."
"Who told you to be someone who rarely comes to my territory, and to be the apprentice of an old friend? It feels familiar, doesn't it?" The old man raised his hand. "Eat up, eat up, what you eat is yours."
Song Chunxue sat on the ground and put the orange into her mouth. The juice burst in her mouth piece by piece, making her feel incredibly refreshed. It was as if her internal organs were nourished by the orange, and she felt completely comfortable.
The next moment, she floated up.
"Quickly, quickly, regulate your breathing and meditate; you must refine it," the old man hurriedly said. "I'll protect you."
Before she finished speaking, the stubborn donkey emerged from Song Chunxue's other storage ring.
He bent down and ate the orange peel on the ground; it was slightly bitter, but its refreshing fragrance warmed his heart.
"Oh my, I didn't expect her to take you in too. No wonder, no wonder." The old man reached out and picked a few peaches from a distance, tossing them in front of him. "You're quite handsome. It's good to have experience in the human world. Take your time. You won't be bad following her."
The stubborn donkey nodded its thanks to him.
"Just as well-behaved as my companions, would you like to stay as a guest?"
The stubborn donkey looked at Song Chunxue.
Song Chunxue was surrounded by a golden light.
"I know, it depends on her decision," the old man stroked his beard. "Oh dear, I'm thinking of taking on an apprentice myself, but a diligent and eager-to-learn apprentice is as rare as a stroke of luck."
*
When Song Chunxue returned to the yamen, it was already completely dark.
But Sanwa, Master Han, and Xie Zheng sat in the courtyard drinking wine under the moon.
She felt that they were also waiting for her to come back.
"Why aren't you sleeping? It's getting late." Song Chunxue said with a smile, her tone much gentler than before, a stark contrast to her recent irritability, radiating a warm and approachable aura.
"Where have you been?" Master Han looked her over. "Where did you go to absorb some immortal energy?"
“On the mountain, on a very strange mountain,” she confessed truthfully. “After I came out, I never found my way back.”
Master Han smiled knowingly, "Well, it's not surprising that you ran into us while you were out looking for treasure."
Xie Zheng looked at her, hesitating to speak.
"What do you want to drink? Pour me a bowl." She sat down next to Sanwa and patted his back. "Don't hang out with us bunch of good-for-nothings. Are you tired? You have a lot of things to do tomorrow. Mulan is waiting for you. Go back now."
Sanwa leaned against her and said, "Mother rushed back and sent me away. It's not even 5 PM yet. I'll drink two more bowls with you."
Xie Zheng took the wine pot, then took out a white porcelain wine bowl and filled it for her.
They bought it together.
Song Chunxue smiled and said, "Thank you."
Everyone was stunned.
Everyone was surprised by her reaction.
She was angry this morning, cried, and seemed to be having a hard time.
Why are you so calm right now? Is it real or just an act?
"What's wrong?" Song Chunxue grabbed a peanut. "Is there something on my face?"
“They are all surprised that you can speak to me so calmly.”
Song Chunxue raised her wine bowl to him, "Thank you, sir. I'm not angry anymore. Perhaps this is our destiny. Our fate has run its course, and no one should force it."
“I had high hopes before, but now, to be honest, I just want you to be happy.” Song Chunxue looked at Master Han again, her tone more serious than ever before, and the smile in her eyes was warm. “Uncle, I don’t want to see him suffer anymore. Lord Xie’s loss of memory makes my heart ache even more, so please stop torturing him. Let nature take its course. I will think of him as before and hope that everything goes well for him.”
Master Han was stunned, but as he looked into her eyes, his heart was deeply moved.
Han Mo suddenly jumped from his arms to his neck, startling Song Chunxue so much that her hair stood on end.
"This child gave me a fright." Song Chunxue's tense scalp slowly softened.
"It must be difficult, you've been crying?" Master Han said gently. "Your master has always known how to help you, but he couldn't bring himself to do it. It seems that today you've met someone who can help you through this difficult time."
"Who is it?" Xie Zheng frowned. "Have you really fallen for someone else?"
Master Han laughed, raised his hand and tapped his head with his chopsticks, "Is it any of your business now?"
“I’m just worried that my senior brother will be deceived, and I’m also worried that I’ll be sad when I remember.” His eyes were half confused and half anxious. “I’ve forgotten, I’m not stupid.”
Song Chunxue sighed and patted his arm. "No, I'm just no longer attached to it. Lord Xie, since we are fellow cultivators, let's cultivate diligently. I hope that in the future, we can all be as wise as our respective masters."
Sanwa quietly looked away and wiped away the tears from the corners of his eyes.
The three young people who had been eavesdropping at their doorstep also fell silent, their initial curiosity turning into silence.
At this moment, they were even more heartbroken than Song Chunxue.
They all felt that although she could say those words calmly, her heart was probably bleeding.
At three-quarters past 5 PM, they finished their wine and went back to their rooms.
Master Han looked at Song Chunxue and they tacitly went to the quiet front hall.
"You... have you really come to terms with it?"
"Yes, it's true." As she spoke, she took out a bottle of divine spring water and handed it to him. "Uncle-Master, you are a senior, and you should understand what persistence is better than me. Now, I hope you will stop being so persistent and look forward."
As she spoke, she stepped back and bowed deeply.
"On behalf of Xie Zheng, I thank you for your painstaking efforts to treat him over the past year. Although we did not become Daoist partners, in my heart, you are as close as my master."
Master Han looked away, his jaw clenched, clearly moved.
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