The search for a quilt in the illusory realm is fraught with hardship.
With a creak, the door opened, and Fu Lin stepped out of the room first. Fu Lin looked down at Xuan Ye, who was holding her arm, but as soon as the door opened, she stepped into the room.
Suppressing his impulse, Xuan Ye stood before Huai Wen, his brows lowered, and asked sternly, "Is Pei Suqin your calamity?"
Huaiwen raised her eyelids slightly, thinking to herself that the demon king could indeed hear her. She looked at Xuan Ye and calmly replied, "I will personally send her to reincarnation."
Huaiwen paused for a moment, looked directly at Xuan Ye, and finally sincerely invited, "Would you... like to come with me?"
Xuan Ye's eyes suddenly brightened. He naturally took Huai Wen's hands, pulled him closer, and whispered in Huai Wen's ear, breathing warm air in response.
In an instant, Huaiwen's ears turned bright red. She tried to pry Xuan Ye's hands off her tightly clasped hands, but found herself unable to shake them off. Her thoughts were in turmoil as she looked up at Xuan Ye—this was her love tribulation.
Before leaving Fengqin Mountain, Fulin hosted a farewell dinner for Huaiwen and the others. The moment Bai Yuqi saw Xuan Ye, he exclaimed in surprise. He quickly apologized to Fulin, saying that he had been negligent in allowing outsiders to enter the mountain.
Fu Lin waved his hand, saying that Xuan Ye was a guest he had invited. He also casually mentioned that Xuan Ye should accompany Huai Wen down the mountain to resolve the matter of the Ghost Soul Land.
Bai Yuqi bowed and, following Fu Lin's instructions, went down the mountain with Huai Wenxuan. As for Gui Mie Gui Qie, he was handed over to other disciples to be sent back to the Human and Demon Bureau.
To find a person, you can ask around; to find a demon, you can follow its scent. But to find a wisp of a ghost is much more difficult. If the ghost doesn't come out, it's almost impossible to find its trace.
Fortunately, Fulin gave Huaiwen a red spider lily, a sister plant to Pei Suqin's. They could sense each other. Guided by the branch plant, Huaiwen and the others set off forward.
Along the way, Bai Yuqi was curious about Xuan Ye's background. Although Fu Lin told him that Xuan Ye was a servant of Huai Wen's demon guild, he still felt something was off. But since Fu Lin said so, he didn't say anything more.
Soon, the red spider lily guided them to the Void Realm. Huaiwen suddenly remembered that they had met Pei Suqin near the Void Realm before. There must be something here that made Pei Suqin return.
Nighttime is when ghosts and spirits like to come out the most, so the three of them entered the illusory realm at night. They first arrived at a dense primeval forest with very low visibility.
"Let's stay close together and not get separated," Bai Yuqi instructed.
But after he finished speaking and took only a few steps, Huaiwen turned around and found that Bai Yuqi and Xuan Ye were no longer beside her. Huaiwen called out a few times, but there was no response, so she could only continue to grope her way forward.
The fog grew thicker and the sky darker. Huaiwen conjured several spirit butterflies to act as beacons ahead, but visibility remained extremely low.
Huaiwen wanted to communicate with Bai Yuqi, but found that it was impossible here, and Xuan Ye had even more difficulty finding his location.
The jungle was eerie, and some unidentified creatures were humming softly. Huaiwen walked cautiously when she suddenly heard the sound of running ahead. Following the sound, Huaiwen quickened her pace and ran.
"ah--"
Huaiwen suddenly lost her footing, and in a panic, grabbed a vine wrapped around her waist, circled it, and landed safely. She then conjured more spirit butterflies, which gathered together to illuminate the spot where she had just slipped.
But what appeared before her was neither a deep pit nor a trap, but just a patch of grass. Huaiwen was puzzled; she had clearly felt herself slipping just moments before.
Perhaps the sheer number and brightness of the spirit butterflies attracted the attention of jungle creatures. Before Huaiwen could react, the creature burst forth from the darkness, and Huaiwen, using the light from the spirit butterflies, spotted it.
It has the body of a water buffalo, but eight legs, two pairs of wings of different sizes, and tusks like a wild boar. It's as strange as it gets.
The monster flapped its wings a few times, releasing a poisonous gas. Huaiwen quickly pressed her acupoints and held her breath, but the poison in her spirit butterfly gradually dissipated.
Before knowing the origin of this monster, Huaiwen would not act rashly. In addition, with most of the Spirit Butterflies gone, she had to be even more cautious.
The monster wasn't happy to see Huaiwen unharmed. It angrily charged at Huaiwen, who naturally dodged. The monster, with its stubborn, bull-like temper, seemed determined to injure Huaiwen before it was satisfied.
The attacks on Huaiwen grew stronger and stronger. Not wanting to waste any more time like this, Huaiwen threw out something to temporarily confuse the monster and then fled into the darkness.
She flew very fast, but the monster relentlessly pursued her. The monster, living in the primeval jungle, possessed eyes that could see through the darkness, allowing it to easily evade obstacles in its path.
Huaiwen only had a few spirit butterflies, and there were too many things blocking her way. At this moment, Huaiwen regretted not bringing the nightlight with her.
If this continued, she would only exhaust herself. Huaiwen thought for a moment, since the monster insisted on her getting injured before it would stop, she would just put on a show for it.
So Huaiwen stumbled and bumped into the trees, repeatedly crying out in pain. Sure enough, the monster gurgled a few times, even seeming satisfied.
Huaiwen hadn't expected the monster to suddenly shoot out countless streams of snot-like liquid. Huaiwen dodged, but not all of them; one still struck her in the back.
A burning sensation assaulted Huaiwen, and the toxic gas began to invade his body. Under this double blow, Huaiwen flew precariously.
Huaiwen held his breath, preventing the poison from spreading further within his body. He then switched to the Mingjing Sword, aimed at the monster, and cleaved its head open with a single strike.
Just when Whitney thought the monster was about to die, she saw it splitting its own body apart, seemingly trying to regenerate itself. Whitney was shocked by the sight, but she couldn't stand there and wait for death.
So she extinguished all the spirit butterflies and fled into the darkness, the burning sensation was too intense. Huaiwen was in great pain; she ran as fast as she could on the ground, and then her nose started bleeding.
Blood dripped onto the grass. Huaiwen continued running, but gradually his strength began to wane. Huaiwen tried to communicate with Baiyuqi again, but he failed once more.
Suddenly, Huaiwen missed another step. She cried out once more, this time communicating with Bai Yuqi through spirit.
"Ah-Jun, where are you?"
"On the edge of a cliff."
"Then wait for me, I'll be right there."
After the psychic session ended, Huaiwen looked at herself, clinging tightly to the vines hanging from the edge of the cliff. She had been running through the jungle, but she had slipped and fallen to the edge of the cliff again.
Does this mean that in the virtual mirror, stepping into an empty space is a transfer?
In the darkness, Huaiwen felt her body burning up, and a gas was emanating from her body, making her feel light and airy. If it weren't for the vines tightly wrapped around her hands, she would have floated away in the wind.
Moonlight pierced through the clouds, illuminating the entire earth. At that moment, Huaiwen clearly saw where the gas emanating from her body was drifting—on the opposite cliff, a Fairy Sorrow Grass, glowing white in the moonlight, was swaying in the wind, attracting the gas emanating from Huaiwen's body.
This is truly an unexpected delight.
The moonlight hid behind the clouds, and the Fairy Sorrow Grass was no longer visible. Normally, Huaiwen would simply fly over and pluck it. But now, she not only felt a burning pain in her back, but also the aura emanating from her body was slowly consuming her will, leaving her weak and powerless.
One wrong step and she would fall, leaving no trace. Just as Huaiwen was wondering what to do, blood started dripping from her nose again; she wiped it away with her sleeve.
At that very moment, a red light shone down from above the cliff, and magnificent foxfire bloomed in the air. Huaiwen looked up and saw Xuan Ye descending from the sky amidst the blooming foxfire like cherry blossoms.
Xuan Ye scooped up Huai Wen, who was emanating an aura, and carried him back to the ground. However, Xuan Ye was a head taller than Huai Wen, so he carefully put Huai Wen down after his feet landed first, but did not let go of him.
"You're injured."
Huaiwen held onto Xuanye's arm and subconsciously sniffed. Her body no longer emitted gas, but the pain in her back persisted. She couldn't help but frown, trying to figure out why this was happening.
"I'll help you."
"Wait—" Huaiwen interrupted Xuanye. She looked up at the sky, and the moon was rising.
Huaiwen quickly looked across the cliff, but there was nothing there—not a single blade of grass, let alone the Immortal Sorrow Grass. Yet Huaiwen had clearly seen the Immortal Sorrow Grass growing on the other side. Did she have to enter the trap herself to see it?
Xuan Ye didn't understand; his furrowed brows revealed his deep worry. He followed Huai Wen's gaze to the opposite side, only to see an empty cliff face.
On the other hand, Huaiwen gritted her teeth, endured the pain, and recalled what Liu Min had told her.
The reason why the Immortal Grass is not easy to pick is that, besides being in a virtual realm, it is also invisible to the naked eye and requires a specific aid to see. However, ancient books do not record what is needed to make it visible.
Looking back now, it was that monster's liquid that fell on her and was then transported to the edge of the cliff, where the Fairy Sorrow Grass just happened to grow. Through this series of events, she became the guide for the Fairy Sorrow Grass, making it "visible to the naked eye."
She was determined to get this Fairy Sorrow Grass.
"Lord of the city, could you do me a favor?"
Xuan Ye raised an eyebrow, held his breath, and coaxed, "How about we take care of your injury first?"
“The injury will heal a little, but it will take a while,” Huaiwen explained patiently. “The aura emanating from my body seems to only appear at the edge of a cliff. Could you take me and fly to the other side of the cliff?”
Xuan Ye remained silent with a serious expression. Huai Wen sighed, "If you're unwilling, I'll wait for my senior brother to arrive before we try again..."
"I can do it."
As he spoke, Xuan Ye reached out and put his arm around Huai Wen's waist, letting her sit on his arm and lifting her up. Huai Wen instinctively wrapped her arms around Xuan Ye's neck. The moon had come out again, and Huai Wen didn't have time to say anything else to Xuan Ye, only telling him to fly over right now.
Sure enough, as soon as the two flew to the edge of the cliff, that gas emanated from Huaiwen again. Following this gas once more, Huaiwen saw the Immortal Sorrow Grass again under the moonlight.
"Lord of the city, hurry! Follow the qi to the place of that immortal herb."
The two worked together seamlessly, and as the moon disappeared behind the clouds, Huaiwen successfully plucked the Immortal Sorrow Grass. They landed back on the ground once more. A moment later, Huaiwen emerged from Xuan Ye's embrace. Overwhelmed with excitement at the sight of the Immortal Sorrow Grass in her hand, she trembled as the pain began to flare up.
Xuan Ye swiftly caught her again, glancing at the Sorrowful Immortal Grass, and understood everything. He didn't pay much attention, but instead pulled Huai Wen to sit down and began to treat her.
Instantly, Huaiwen felt the burning sensation on her back lessen, her whole body felt refreshed and comfortable. Slowly regaining her strength, Huaiwen looked down at the Immortal Sorrow Grass in her hand and asked with a serious face, "Do you know what I'm holding?"
"Know."
"Aren't you afraid I'll make you eat something that resonates with me?"
"Why be afraid?" Xuan Ye withdrew his hand and smiled lightly. "I couldn't be happier."
Huaiwen felt a little smug for some reason, but she still asked Xuan Ye why he did this.
"That way, I'll know if you're in pain."
The moonlight stretched their shadows long, one on each side, but Huaiwen's heart pounded harder, each beat a testament to her excitement. Huaiwen's eyes softened; she didn't look at Xuan Ye, for his gaze was too intense, too sincere.
"How did you find me?" Huaiwen tried to change the subject.
"I can smell your scent."
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