Jiang Yan was most concerned about how the other party would react if they knew he was a demon cultivator. Given the awkward relationship between the Nine Heavens and the Demon Realm, he wondered if they would turn against him. He thought that was a very likely possibility.
However, if she feels that he cannot become a demonic cultivator, since the person has already been found, she can find a way to remove his demonic power.
The rate at which blood droplets were secreted seemed to slow down, Jiang Yan's breathing gradually became steady, and the inner core of the nine-tailed fox was no longer so agitated, which was a sign that the power was being absorbed.
The fishy smell emanating from the Guhuoniao bird could be smelled from afar. Jiang Yan struggled to his feet, leaning against the rough tree bark. He couldn't delay any longer.
A day in heaven is equivalent to a year on earth.
Shu Yun had only been back in Penglai for a few months, but a hundred years had passed in the mortal world. All things had changed, and people had changed. She strolled leisurely along the way. The women on the street no longer hid in their boudoirs and embroidered chambers. They could go out as they pleased and no longer needed to cover their faces with veils and hats.
The streets have become much narrower, and many dark alleys have been built, winding and extending, making it easy for people unfamiliar with the area to get lost.
She had no idea which small country she had entered, so she randomly chose an alley and headed towards the busiest area.
To be honest, compared to the earthly toys she used to love, after spending so many years in the mortal world, she preferred the delicate touch of cooking in the human realm. She had never known that indulging in food could bring such joy, even after being a deity for so many years.
Thinking of those delicacies, a handsome young man flashed through Shu Yun's mind. Although she descended to the mortal realm for Feng Ziyi, she ended up spending more time with Jiang Yan.
As expected, Jiang Yan has grown into a steady and outstanding person, and has gained a firm foothold in the world. The things she craves now, such as sake bird's nest, dried shrimp and quail, are all recommended to her by Jiang Yan, and his tastes are all accommodating to her.
They even poached famous chefs from all over the country at great expense and sent them to her residence. On a snowy day, the two of them would drink hot wine together...
Stop, stop.
Shu Yun tried to stop herself from thinking about it, but thoughts are not something that can be stopped at will. The more she tried to tell herself not to think about it, the clearer the images of Jiang Yan's every smile and frown became in her mind.
The swaying arc of her cyan dress came to a stop. Shu Yun stood in the alley and sighed with regret, still a little reluctant to part with the obedient and gentle Jiang Yan.
She later lay in the Penglai Palace like a corpse, pondering back and forth. At the time of the incident, her mind was in complete chaos. Shock, anger, disbelief and other chaotic emotions rushed into her mind. Only afterwards did she belatedly realize that Jiang Yan had actually called her master.
He had long seen through her half-hearted attempts to conceal her true intentions. She thought Jiang Yan hadn't seen the places she inadvertently exposed, but in reality, given Jiang Yan's intelligence, he must have noticed them and was just playing along with her act.
Even though she wore a plain blue dress and had an ordinary appearance, the men and women who occasionally passed by in the alley would cast their eyes at her in the blue dress. The reason was simple: her aloof and ethereal temperament was so different from the hurried passersby that it made people want to take a second look.
She sealed Jiang Yan's memories, so he must have been reincarnated along with the long line of souls in the underworld. Yama should give him a good rebirth out of respect for her. Judging by the time, Jiang Yan should have started his next life.
I'm afraid he doesn't remember her.
In the last scene, Jiang Yanmo's hair was disheveled, but his features were exquisite. His once bright black eyes had lost their luster as he grew up, appearing deep and heavy, as if they held something unseen.
When those eyes gazed at her, Shu Yun suddenly realized her own slowness. The emotions brimming in them forced her to confront Jiang Yan's true feelings.
In a corner of the dark alley against the white wall, mud had accumulated. Seeds that had drifted from a strange place landed here, struggled to survive, pulled out malnourished branches, and with all their might bloomed a withered little flower.
Pedestrians kept walking, busy making a living, rushing to the restaurant for drinks, or passing by for different purposes. Few people noticed the wretched wildflower, and even if they did, they quickly looked away, not wanting it to interfere with their business.
Shu Yun was inexplicably moved, as if she could see the boy struggling to survive in this alley again, his thin body and every inch of his skin blatantly screaming for life.
After a while, Shu Yun's eyes regained their usual clear and icy look. With a face that no matter how many times you looked at it, you wouldn't remember it, she put her hands in her sleeves and walked towards the main street, a place of revelry and debauchery, to see the storytelling scripts that were currently popular in the world.
The light blue skirt glided gracefully through the air, and the petals of the small, dying flowers at her feet, which had withered from lack of water, suddenly became plump again, straightened their stems, and bloomed in their own brilliance.
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