Chapter 108
Even as she fused with the spiritual bone, Sheng Ningyu kept recalling those words.
Neither Yuan Bushu nor Ning Jiao had any reason to harm her anymore.
But why is her second senior brother Rong Que dissatisfied with her?
Sheng Ningyu truly didn't understand. Only now did she finally begin to comprehend why, in the past, the Sword Master Guihai had always told her to restrain her temper and not to act recklessly.
The moment the idea popped into her head, Sheng Ningyu laughed.
Everything in this world is governed by fate; what do other people's choices have to do with us?
With a clear mind, a sudden burst of light appeared before my eyes!
Sheng Ningyu didn't take it seriously at first, thinking she was already quite tolerant of pain. But this time, before she could even joke with Xie Qianjing, everything suddenly went black.
"Sheng Mingyue!" someone cried anxiously.
"Sword Master!" someone exclaimed.
“…Ninefold.” Someone sighed softly.
Sheng Ningyu didn't have time to recognize whose voice it was; all she could feel now was the pain that seeped into her internal organs.
Vast stretches of memories suddenly burst forth in my mind.
...
Sheng Ningyu floated in the air once again.
The sounds of everyday life filled the air, with vendors hawking their wares. Amidst this bustling activity, a young disciple dressed in simple blue and white robes entered the City of Joy.
He was hopping and skipping around, his face beaming with excitement, completely different from the obedient crowd around him.
This wasn't the first time she'd seen her own memories, so Sheng Ningyu remained calmly suspended in the air, leisurely changing her posture.
She even had time to think to herself, no wonder those old guys at Qingyi Academy could always spot her in the crowd and call her out to scold her.
It turns out that she has always been unique since childhood, always attracting attention and standing out from the crowd.
Sheng Ningyu was not ashamed at all; on the contrary, she crossed her legs in mid-air, feeling smug.
As expected of her.
Then, Sheng Ningyu thought that if her senior brother Yan Ruchao knew that she was thinking this way, he would definitely take a deep breath and give her a good whack on the head.
Fortunately, the eldest brother is not here, nor can he reach this place.
Xie Qianjing?
Sheng Ningyu slowly opened her eyes wide.
Even though it was just a glimpse of his back, and the person was even wearing a veil that completely covered his face, Sheng Ningyu knew perfectly well that there was no mistake.
There's no mistake, it must be Xie Qianjing.
But how is that possible?
How could she have known Xie Qianjing in Hehuan City?! If she had known Xie Qianjing so early on, given her temperament, she would never have hidden it; instead, she would have been showing it off all over the mountains and fields.
Before long, everyone will know that Sheng Ningyu, a junior disciple of the Sword Sect, has met the very powerful Bodhi Immortal Lord of the Xie family.
oh.
As Sheng Ningyu watched the two below exchange names, she thought to herself, a beat slow.
It turns out that she hadn't revealed her real name from the beginning.
Everything that followed was just as she remembered, except that in the raging inferno of Hehuan City, there was someone who had stood beside her.
Before she rushed into the sea of fire, the little fairy lord wearing a veil reached out and stopped her.
"Fellow Daoist, do not act rashly."
Sheng Ningyu, who was suspended in the air, could clearly see the back of Xie Qianjing's hand.
His fingers were slender and long, his skin was as white as snow, and his beautiful bones were covered with a thin layer of flesh. At this moment, the firelight fell on them, and under the mottled light, one could see the veins sticking out.
ah.
Sheng Ningyu has now come to her senses.
Xie Qianjing was worried about her.
Thinking about it this way, a layer of sugary tenderness swept through Sheng Ningyu's heart, and she couldn't help but smile. At the same time, she couldn't help but find it funny.
Sheng Ningyu can understand it now, but she might not have understood it back then.
As expected, the young Sheng Ningyu, full of youthful vigor and concerned for his close friend, ignored Xie Qianjing and pushed his hand away.
"I have important business to attend to. Your Majesty may go on your own; there is no need to stop you."
Wow, even a "sage ruler" has appeared.
It is certainly an excellent title, but in this context, it inevitably feels ironic.
Sheng Ningyu was amazed. Had she really been so infuriating before?
She turned to look at Xie Qianjing again, but the smile on her face slowly faded.
The little fairy who would later make him five times the sugar in Bodhi honey flower cake was standing quietly in place at this moment.
The flames danced across his face, the fire raging and churning, yet for some reason, no one around him noticed him.
Streaks of white and silver light emanated from his body, and the snow-covered landscape swept in like a dream, instantly obscuring Sheng Ningyu's vision.
Snowflakes, snowflakes...
Sheng Ningyu felt as if she had grasped something. She lowered her eyes and saw that after the snow had melted, a different scene unfolded.
Still in the mortal world, the mountains and rivers are green, and the beautiful scenery remains.
It's unclear what the two were talking about, but the little fairy lord wearing a veil turned his head and said, "There are fourteen continents in the world."
Young Sheng Ningyu was unconvinced. She raised her eyebrows and said in a high-pitched voice, "I come from the Sword Pavilion. We have everything in the Sword Pavilion!"
Floating in the air, Sheng Ningyu saw the white-robed little immortal pause. She had a feeling that Xie Qianjing was smiling.
A gentle breeze stirred, lifting a corner of the snow-white veil.
Sheng Ningyu saw a faint smile slowly rise on that snow-white, ice-sculpted face beneath the veil.
Like snow falling on autumn water, it is clear and silent, yet so beautiful that one cannot look away.
Well, he really was smiling!
The little immortal's smile vanished in an instant. When he spoke, his voice was as cold as the snow on a high mountain: "But I've heard that there is no snow in Sword Pavilion."
Looking back now, Sheng Ningyu only felt that Xie Qianjing, who was hiding his silent smile behind the veil, was really cute, and the so-called "no snow in Jian Ge" was just another kind of invitation.
However, the young Sheng Ningyu did not think so.
Provocation! This person is definitely provoking us!
No matter how much she had previously been opportunistic, no matter how much she liked this person's temperament, Sheng Ningyu could not tolerate anyone slandering Sword Pavilion. Sheng Ningyu immediately raised her eyebrows and deliberately raised her voice: "Sword Pavilion has no snow, but it has pear blossoms. When the pear blossoms fall like rain, they are far more beautiful than snow. May I ask, fellow Daoist, do you have anything in your home that can surpass the spring scenery of Sword Pavilion?"
Xie Qianjing: "That's not what I meant."
Sheng Ningyu: "Yes, after all, there is no snow in Jian Ge, only your home has snow."
These words were rather sarcastic, and Xie Qianjing was taken aback, but said nothing more.
He seemed to be thinking about something. Sheng Ningyu could see clearly that Xie Qianjing's hand, hidden under his robe, was clenched tightly.
But just as he uttered those two words, a gentle breeze suddenly arose in front of him.
A gentle breeze carries the fragrance of hairpin flowers.
A subtle fragrance wafts through the air, captivating the heart.
A voice appeared, its gentle tone melting away the snow: "Junior Sister."
Young Sheng Ningyu suddenly turned around, and the moment her eyes met the person who had just arrived, all her previous emotions vanished, and she called out loudly, "Second Senior Brother!"
Before the words could even leave his mouth, he had already run towards the person.
Rong Que naturally took her hand and glanced at where Sheng Ningyu had been, asking, "Junior Sister, have you made a new friend? Why don't you ask him to come out and meet you?"
At that time, Sheng Ningyu was always open and honest with Rong Que, but she promised Xie Qianjing that she would never tell anyone about his secret trip.
Sheng Ningyu: "What are you saying, Senior Brother? The little fox from Qingqiu that I met before has been with me all the way. There's no one else."
Under the spring breeze, Rong Que smiled gently.
A gentleman as beautiful as a painting, unparalleled in the world.
Ru Yu's fingertips brushed past Sheng Ningyu's ear, combing her hair.
"How could that be?" Rong Que said, "I trust my junior sister; she would never lie to me."
Sheng Ningyu hovered in the air and sighed silently.
Only when she grew up did she realize how easily her childhood lies could be detected.
Wait, snow?!
In a flash, Sheng Ningyu suddenly understood something!
If Xie Qianjing's blood can heal the suffering of ordinary people, then wouldn't his spiritual power also be able to restore the life of ordinary people?
In the void, Sheng Ningyu suddenly opened her eyes wide.
She finally uncovered the secrets of her past.
No wonder the Bodhi Immortal Lord is only known by name in the cultivation world, rarely seen in person. No wonder the Xie family hid Xie Qianjing in the Snow White Pavilion, no wonder the Xie family didn't allow Xie Qianjing to easily enter the mortal world, no wonder...
But Xie Qianjing had become possessed by a demon.
Why?
Sheng Ningyu's gaze fell on the little immortal below.
The two senior and junior disciples had long since gone, both wearing the blue and white disciple uniforms of the Sword Pavilion. From a distance, they looked as if they were one person, extremely harmonious.
Only Xie Qianjing remained in the same spot even after the two had left.
The little immortal frowned slightly, seemingly puzzled and doubtful, staring blankly at his palm. After a long while, he relaxed his brows and looked enlightened.
His palms were now covered in a blurry, bloody mess.
“…Jealousy.” The little immortal lord spoke softly, seemingly talking to himself.
"I'm jealous."
Because of... her.
Upon realizing this, Sheng Ningyu felt a sudden pang of pain in her heart, as if a hole had been torn in it, causing a fine, persistent ache.
The snow-white light brushed against the corner of her eye, as if offering comfort.
[Ninefold.]
...
"Ninefold."
Sheng Ningyu suddenly opened her eyes.
The shimmering light danced as the bright sunlight fell.
A dappled shadow fell on the person beside him, and in the flickering light and shadow, a red mark between his brows made him look like a ghost.
Xie Qianjing smiled gently, as if he knew what she wanted to ask, and said, "You were unconscious for seven days. Fortunately, there weren't many people around you at the time, and Young Master Feng controlled the situation, so it didn't cause too much trouble."
"However, the demonic cultivator told me that news has come from the Thousand Poison Cave, which I think you might find interesting..."
Xie Qianjing actually knew about these things much earlier, but he never told Sheng Ningyu.
Seeing that Sheng Ningyu remained silent and was only staring at him intently, Xie Qianjing paused, and the smile on his face faded slightly.
"Ninefold, have your spiritual bones completely fused?"
With a smile playing on her lips, her graceful demeanor surpasses even that of an immortal.
The Xie Qianjing of the past clearly didn't need to do this.
Sheng Ningyu was speechless, she just kept holding Xie Qianjing's hand tightly.
Xie Qianjing seemed to understand something, and he gently pulled Sheng Ningyu into his arms.
After a moment of silence, Xie Qianjing said softly, "What did you remember?"
Before Sheng Ningyu could answer, Xie Qianjing lowered her eyes, her long eyelashes trembling slightly, like pear blossoms falling in the snow.
Xie Qianjing: "Whatever it was, it's all in the past. Jiuzhong, there's no need to dwell on it."
Sheng Ningyu asked, "Is your inner demon also something from the past?"
Before Xie Qianjing could answer, Sheng Ningyu gently tugged at the corners of her mouth, trying hard to smile, but little did she know that her smile at this moment was far uglier than not smiling.
"Xie Qianjing, is the reason you refuse to sever your inner demon... because the inner demon is me?"
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Author's note: Coming soon!
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