Chapter 80. Chapter 80. Not Borrowing the East Wind.
"Weijia".
The sound of the rain was clear and bright, like a mountain stream just beginning to flow, or like the wind after a rain shower, clean and pure, without any impurities.
Meng Chiwan nodded, having already roughly figured out how she had been rescued.
The Wei family came to Wei Jiyu's rescue, and perhaps they happened to run into Wen Liansong, who was fleeing for her life. Wen Liansong then brought reinforcements to save her.
I just don't know what happened to the divine soul mark on her body.
Thinking of this, she slightly mobilized some spiritual energy and soon discovered that her spiritual meridians were blocked and sluggish.
She frowned, wanting to try again, but then Wei Jiyu spoke up: "Don't mobilize your spiritual power anymore. Your body isn't fully recovered yet, and doing so will only worsen your injuries."
Hearing him say that, Meng Chiwan's heart sank: "What's wrong with my spiritual veins?"
Wen Liansong stood to the side, seemingly wanting to say something but then stopping herself.
Meng Chiwan then said, "It's alright, just tell me, there's nothing I can't accept."
Her expression was calm and unwavering, as if she had already accepted all the bad things.
There's really nothing she can't accept. She's already tasted all kinds of hardship, so dealing with disappointment is second nature to her.
She looked at Wen Liansong, then at Wei Jiyu, and a faint smile appeared on her face as she tried to comfort the two of them.
Wei Jiyu did not avoid her gaze. Seeing her calm appearance, he finally said, "There is a divine soul mark in your body. That mark... is the legendary Frost Condensation Mark."
"Frost Seal?" Meng Chiwan asked, puzzled.
“The Frost Seal seals your sea of consciousness and freezes your spiritual meridians… You will never be able to draw qi into your body again, in other words… you will never be able to cultivate again.” Wei Jiyu paused several times before finally telling her the truth.
After he finished speaking, he and Wen Liansong stared intently at Meng Chiwan, but they couldn't find any trace of the emotions that should have been present on her face.
Her face remained calm, as if what she had heard was nothing major, merely a trivial matter like how many more flowers had bloomed outside the window.
Actually, she wanted to laugh a little. This kind of scene was all too familiar to her.
It was the same when she sealed the Demon's Heart; now it's just a repeat of the same thing.
But she still wanted to try, so she spoke softly, "Is there any way to resolve this?"
These words, coupled with her pale and haggard face, made her look truly pitiful. Wen Liansong couldn't hold back and immediately burst into tears.
"Chi Wan, if you want to cry, just cry. You don't have to force yourself..." Wen Liansong tucked the blanket around her again, his eyes filled with heartache, which clearly fell into Meng Chi Wan's eyes, making Meng Chi Wan unconsciously pause for a moment.
She never thought she was putting on a brave face, but some people really did shed tears because they felt sorry for her.
She suddenly felt a little lost. She awkwardly grasped Wen Liansong's hand, but stopped when she was about to say something to comfort him.
She didn't know what to say. Her throat even felt a little choked up.
She could have accepted the outcome, whatever it may be. But now she suddenly felt she couldn't hold on any longer. She realized that she wasn't actually made of hot iron; she was a living, breathing person, and she was just a teenager.
Although she had anticipated that there might be no way to resolve the situation, Wen Lian Song's reaction still saddened her.
If there were no other way, Wen Liansong wouldn't have cried so bitterly.
She sighed softly and said, "Don't cry. It's just that you can't cultivate anymore, it's not like you're dead. What's there to cry about?"
“But I have seen how hard you have worked in your cultivation, and I know that you have suffered a lot along the way… You were willing to give me the chance to live at the critical moment of life and death… Why should such a good person like you end up like this? Why should all your hard work go to waste?” Wen Liansong was already sobbing uncontrollably at this moment, and there was even resentment towards the injustice of heaven in her tone.
Meng Chiwan didn't say anything more, but simply reached out and quietly patted her back.
Wei Jiyu hadn't spoken for a long time. He stood to the side, seemingly lost in thought, or perhaps struggling.
“Actually, there is a way to resolve this.” After a long while, Wei Jiyu finally spoke, looking at Meng Chiwan as if he had made a great decision.
Meng Chiwan paused in comforting Wen Liansong, then looked up at her.
Wen Liansong's crying seemed to be paused, and she looked up at Wei Jiyu.
Wei Jiyu met her gaze, his voice gentle and warm like jade: "Do you remember when I was at the Yun family, I mentioned that I had a chronic illness?"
Meng Chiwan thought for a moment and nodded.
“You should have seen it then, a fire burning in my mind,” Wei Jiyu said, word by word. “That was the key to saving you.”
Meng Chiwan's expression was focused. Memories that had left no trace in her mind were now playing out in her mind, and at this moment, they were slowly becoming clearer and clearer.
"And then?" Wen Liansong couldn't help but ask.
Wei Jiyu continued, “Since birth, I have had a true fire within my body. My father consulted our ancestor, who appeared in his dream and told him that the true fire was called Yuan Yang Jin. Since I began cultivating, it has always been my greatest help. It helped me easily draw qi into my body and quickly increase my cultivation level. I became a genius in everyone’s eyes with great success.”
When he spoke of genius, his eyes seemed to dim for a moment, then he continued, "But it is actually a double-edged sword. It gave me extremely high talent, but it also gave me endless suffering. When I was twelve years old, it burned my dantian for the first time, and I almost didn't survive that time. My father asked our ancestors again, and they gave me a Xuanhan Ash, which finally saved my life. Later, as my cultivation level increased, it flared up more and more frequently."
Meng Chiwan asked earnestly, "Are you still feeling very unwell?"
Wei Jiyu chuckled softly and shook her head slightly: "It's alright, I'm used to it."
Then he continued, "Now, this Yuan Yang Jin can be considered your lifeline."
Wen Liansong helped Meng Chiwan up, and asked in confusion, "What do you mean?"
Wei Jiyu pondered for a moment before saying, "After Chi Wan saved me that time, I realized that the Yuan Yang Jin was trying to leave my body. I thought it was a coincidence, but it started to stir again when I saw you just now. I guess... you and it have some connection."
“But this is just your guess, and it’s so important to you…” After understanding what he meant, Meng Chiwan refused without thinking.
Wei Jiyu was about to say something more when he suddenly looked pained. He grabbed the door frame to steady himself.
Meng Chiwan was so anxious that she almost climbed off the bed to help him, but Wen Liansong stopped her.
Wen Liansong was about to go find a doctor, but Wei Jiyu stopped her.
Wen Liansong had no choice but to help him up and sit him on a chair nearby, and he gradually recovered.
Wei Jiyu's forehead showed a hint of embarrassment. As the pain in his expression slowly subsided, he reached out and took the tea that Wen Liansong had poured for him, taking a small sip.
Meng Chiwan sat on the couch, her gaze never leaving Wei Jiyu. Seeing that he was alright, she finally felt a little relieved.
Meng Chiwan asked him, "Is this... the Yuan Yang Jin flaring up?"
Wei Jiyu nodded as she had expected.
"Really?" Meng Chiwan's tone was gentle, but the last syllable of her voice rose slightly, as if a needle was hidden in cotton wool.
Wei Jiyu looked at her and listened to her tone of voice. For some reason, the tips of his ears turned red.
Meng Chiwan was now truly convinced, and she sighed deeply: "You didn't need to pretend to be sick."
Wei Jiyu's eyes widened slightly, not understanding where he had given himself away, but when he met Meng Chiwan's clear eyes, he quickly lowered his head as if he had been stung by the sunlight.
"I just want to ask you one question: has the Yuan Yang Jin really caused you a lot of trouble?" Meng Chiwan took in his reaction but didn't pursue it further. She simply asked calmly.
Seeing her serious expression, Wei Jiyu unconsciously replied in a serious tone, "When it flares up, I often wonder why it has to exist in my body and why it can't be someone else's. But whenever I think like this, many other people come to tell me how much it helps me and how lucky I am."
Meng Chiwan listened quietly, behaving like a perfectly competent listener.
“The entire Wei family thinks I’m a genius, but in their hearts, all my achievements are because of Yuan Yang Jin. They believe that Yuan Yang Jin made me who I am, and without Yuan Yang Jin, I would be nothing. Without Yuan Yang Jin, I wouldn’t be the Wei Jiyu that everyone praises today.” Wei Jiyu lowered his head, his tone gradually becoming somewhat dejected.
He was just a young man with high aspirations. How could he be willing to let all his efforts be overshadowed by a single flame? He probably hoped that when people praised him, they would genuinely praise "Wei Jiyu" rather than "Wei Jiyu who possesses the Yuan Yang Jin".
“Whether it’s talent or hard work, it’s all been overshadowed by the light of Yuan Yang Jin. I don’t want that to happen,” Wei Jiyu said in the end.
Upon hearing his words, Wen Liansong immediately said, "Junior Brother Wei, I have always admired Junior Brother Wei, not Yuan Yangjin. Don't underestimate yourself."
Meng Chiwan paused, realizing that the world of geniuses was indeed beyond her comprehension.
“You were born with the Primordial Yang Essence, which is your talent and destiny.” Meng Chiwan’s tone was gentle, her gaze falling on the top of his drooping hair. “On the path of cultivation, how can one go far by relying on only one thing? Your efforts are the foundation, your talent and destiny are the east wind, and the three complement each other, which is why you have come to where you are today.”
She paused, her voice becoming more serious, "What you should be angry about is not this luck, but that they only see the east wind, but they don't see how you gritted your teeth and forged ahead in the wind and snow. Wei Jiyu, you are already very capable. Yuan Yangjin is an aid to you, but it has never been your everything."
Wei Jiyu loosened her grip on Meng Chiwan's fingertips, looking at her as if she had taken her words to heart.
Before she could finish speaking, Wei Jiyu said, "But I want to walk side by side with Chi Wan, I want to see Chi Wan again many years later, and I want to appear at the top of the Heavenly Ranking together with Chi Wan!"
His words were firm and resolute; the usually meek boy finally spoke his mind, encouraged by his own spirit.
Meng Chiwan couldn't continue speaking. She stared blankly at Wei Jiyu, feeling her mind in complete chaos.
Those principles about "interests" and "bottom lines" seemed utterly pale in the face of his straightforward and fervent sincerity. Is this the power of sincerity? Its purity, ironically, left her at a loss.
She forgot to respond for a moment.
Until Wei Jiyu spoke again: "Chi Wan, I want to help you."
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