Chapter 79. Chapter 79. We are even.
"Chi Wan, I do."
These words drifted into her mind like willow catkins, bringing forth a smile that seemed to melt away ice, much like the ending of a story where the protagonist freezes the moment with a smile.
The road we've traveled is so long that when we look back, all that remains are hazy shadows. The past wasn't necessarily good; it's just that the present is so unbearable that it's veiled the past with a layer of illusion.
"Never again." Meng Chiwan's tone was both smiling and solemn, perfectly fitting the scene of parting.
Taking advantage of Yun Xianqing's weakened state due to the activation of the contract seal, and with his tacit consent, she successfully used the Golden Lingxu to corrode his cultivation. In the next few days, his cultivation would dissipate, and his spiritual veins would be completely corroded.
Pain was the lightest punishment for him; the real punishment was that the once high and mighty Immortal Lord Qingyi would have to watch himself gradually become an ordinary person with nothing.
He was even worse off than an ordinary person. Not only could he no longer cultivate immortality, but he would also be bedridden day and night, tormented by excruciating pain to the point of wishing for death.
As for whether he still has the ability to heal himself, that is none of her business. If he can truly be reborn, then he is indeed capable.
Besides, he had already helped her by delivering the Shattered Sky Bell to her, so she didn't need to push things too far.
In this way, neither party owes the other anything.
From then on, the bridge was the bridge, the road was the road; there was no need to dwell on it or hold grudges. She lived only for herself; her studies were for herself, and her joy was for herself.
Like the wind, free and unrestrained; like wine, mellow and rich. Knowing how fickle one may be, yet not heartless.
Thinking about the days to come, Meng Chiwan felt a long-lost hope to live. Indeed, people live in hope; when one hope is shattered or fulfilled, a new one arises. [1]
Time seemed to stand still, yet it also seemed to be flowing rapidly. Yun Xianqing's trembling, which he had tried so hard to suppress, could no longer be contained. Faint spots gradually appeared in his vision, a reaction that showed that his body and mind had reached their limits.
In just a few breaths, he felt the things in his field of vision slowly disappearing.
Yes, the tenth layer of the seal has fully activated. Although he won't die, he's not entirely unaffected.
The initial reaction was heaviness and numbness in the body, followed by vomiting and blindness, gradually losing the five senses, and finally the body became completely unusable, just like turning into wood.
He was the first Yun Xianqing, but he couldn't be the last Yun Xianqing. He couldn't witness the changing landscape, nor could he wait until the day when all the filth was completely eradicated.
The name Yun Xianqing is ultimately just a name. He wandered around this world for a long time, but in the end, he still failed to become Yun Xianqing. His pursuit of ascension ultimately turned him into what he is now. Only at the very end did he realize that he had taken the wrong first step.
He finally lowered his head, brewing a final killing move in his palm, which he poured into Yun Yuandai's body.
He brought him into this world, but didn't let him experience any warmth. Now, it's time for Yun Xianqing to take him away from this world.
The sound of bones cracking wasn't pleasant to him, but he patiently listened to it all. He should have been smiling, but his body was simply too weak.
The story should end here. He closed his eyes.
He could see something returning to Meng Chiwan's eyes; she seemed to have transformed back into the girl who, upon their first meeting, would have hesitated about whether to save him.
That's good.
"Little Zhuo... so you really do have a weakness. Heh heh heh heh heh heh..."
Finally, he lost his hearing. Yun Yuandai's low laughter made him pause.
The person who had been brutally tortured suddenly began to laugh abnormally at the end of their life.
The laughter grew increasingly grating.
But I'm also losing my hearing soon.
He used his body as a shield to block the divine soul imprint within Yun Yuandai's body when he self-destructed!
In an instant, his body, which had been hypothermic, became scalding hot, and every drop of blood flowing through his body was like churning lava, raging through his body.
He couldn't see it, and his dissipated cultivation was insufficient to detect the trajectory of the soul imprint. He thought he had blocked it all.
His lips trembled, but he couldn't say anything. As he fell, he clearly turned his head and looked in Meng Chiwan's direction, but all he saw was emptiness. Only a breeze brushed past his face, and his hair disappeared into the bloodstains.
He thought the nightmare Meng Chiwan had described was about to end.
The moment Yun Yuandai self-destructed, Meng Chiwan flew away, creating a barrier around her in an attempt to block the divine soul imprint.
What Yun Xianqing couldn't see, she could see. Clearly, more than one soul imprint flew out from Yun Yuandai's body!
One arrow entered Yun Xianqing's body, while the other pierced through the barrier that Meng Chiwan had desperately raised and entered her body.
The glaring blood trickled down from the corner of her lips. She wiped it away with her sleeve, her hands trembling, but her eyes were fixed on the rising sun.
Another group of people arrived. It's unclear whether they are friend or foe.
Her heart pounded as if it were pulling her whole body along with it, filled with anxiety and restlessness.
A chill surged through her body, almost freezing all the meridians in her body.
Meng Chiwan covered her lips and coughed lightly twice. When she opened her hand, there was another pool of blood.
The substance Yun Yuandai injected into her body was unknown, but the golden lotus within her body was rapidly circulating, desperately trying to save her broken body and prevent her from withering away.
If it were an enemy coming now, she might be able to fight them, but whether she could survive... She closed her eyes, and her consciousness began to waver.
"Chi Wan!" Wen Liansong's voice pierced her ears, bringing her back to her senses.
The people drew closer, so close that she could finally see their faces clearly.
All her vigilance finally dissipated the moment she saw Wen Liansong and Wei Jiyu's faces.
It seems I'll be able to survive again...
She was dazed and knelt on one knee, with only Jinglan supporting her and lifting half of her body.
She did not collapse before daybreak.
...
The golden lotus kept turning without stopping.
She sat cross-legged in the pond, watching lotus flowers bloom all around her. The lotus flowers began to spread from beneath her, eventually covering the entire pond.
She looked up and met a pair of golden eyes.
There was no emotion in his eyes, neither sadness nor joy; he was simply gazing at Meng Chiwan.
Meng Chiwan's breathing was steady, her whole body relaxed, and she appeared calm. She met those eyes for a few seconds and then spoke: "You saved me again."
The person stood at the farthest point of the lotus pond, his face and figure obscured, surrounded by a halo of pale gold.
It was the Buddhist monk on Mount Garan.
The Buddhist monk seemed to have no intention of responding to her, but she could clearly feel that the lotus flowers in the pond were blooming even more brightly.
Meng Chiwan stood up and bowed her head devoutly: "Thank you. Although I don't know why you saved me, if I can return to Mount Garan someday, I will definitely carve countless Buddhist beads for you again."
Although the prayer beads were not valuable, she thought that besides her time and sincerity, she had nothing else to repay him with.
Her tone was devout, as if she were facing not just a Buddhist practitioner, but a true Buddha.
Whether it was her imagination or not, Meng Chiwan seemed to see a faint smile in his eyes.
Then, for some unknown reason, the golden lotus inside her body flew to his palm and slowly rotated there.
He gazed at the golden lotus for a long time, tenderly as if he were looking at his own child.
Then he raised his hand, and a translucent ice lotus flew from his fingertips, merging with her golden lotus.
The golden lotus trembled, and then one of its petals rubbed against his palm.
The lotus flowers in the pond are blooming even more beautifully.
Although Meng Chiwan didn't understand what the Buddhist monk was doing, it didn't stop her from trusting the person who had pulled her back from the brink of death several times.
Before long, the Buddhist monk raised his eyes and sent the golden lotus back into her body.
She immediately felt a warm sensation coming from her dantian, as if it were thawing and melting the frozen meridians throughout her body.
The Buddhist monk turned to leave, but Meng Chiwan hesitated before finally speaking, "Can you tell me why you saved me? What do you mean by 'saving me'?"
The Buddha remained still and patiently listened to her finish speaking.
Just when she thought he was about to answer her, she found her vision becoming increasingly blurry.
He ultimately did not answer her question.
...
"How is it? Is there any hope?"
Why hasn't she woken up yet?
It seems to be Wen Liansong's voice.
My eyelids feel like they weigh a ton.
"She seems to be responding!"
"Chi Wan!"
Several different voices were heard, and it was impossible to tell who was who.
Open your eyes.
Several bright beads hung from the pale blue bed curtains; I didn't know what they were.
Meng Chiwan slowly turned her head and looked at the person holding her hand tightly.
Wen Liansong still had a few tears in her eyes and looked somewhat haggard, as if she hadn't rested well. Seeing that she was awake, his voice was excited, and the hands he held seemed to radiate even greater warmth: "That's wonderful, you're awake!"
Meng Chiwan tried to force a smile, but found that her dry lips had cracked, and the smell of blood naturally spread to the tip of her tongue.
Her voice was hoarse: "How long have I been asleep?"
Wen Liansong suddenly laughed: "Chi Wan, were you asleep? You were unconscious! Seven days and seven nights! I thought... you would never wake up again..."
Meng Chiwan was stunned, never expecting that she had been unconscious for so long.
She pursed her lower lip into her mouth, paused for a moment, and then asked, "Where is Immortal Lord Yun... Qingyi?"
After all, he ultimately shielded her from a divine soul imprint; it wouldn't be her style to ignore it.
Wen Liansong asked in confusion, "What Qingyi Immortal Lord? When we rescued you, we only saw you alone... Oh right, and the corpse of that Yun family patriarch."
Meng Chiwan paused for a moment, then nodded very slightly: "Mm."
She didn't press the matter further.
She turned her gaze back to the glowing beads on the bed curtains, and then whispered, "Where is this?"
“Wei family.” This time, however, it was not Wen Liansong who answered her.
The glowing beads swayed gently a few times, like stars in the sky.
The young man stood at the door, his elegant demeanor accentuated by his blue robe.
Every year we lament how quickly time flies, yet there are always those who are favored by time, their spirits ever clear and their bearing ever refined.
It seems like that year she carried a basket to Mount Jialan, with the fragrance of flowers and birdsong along the way.
Spring comes every year. But she has become a rare visitor to her hometown, a boy in her own memories.
The author says: [1] The original sentence was written by Maupassant.
There will probably be two more chapters later.
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