Chapter 15 is bound to bring great misfortune. This move, though risky, has a high chance of success.
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This move is risky, but the chances of success are high.
The female protagonist wishes she had never met the male protagonist, so she suffers from amnesia.
Solve all problems at their root!
The system completely froze.
This was truly an unprecedented idea. The system was speechless for a long time in the face of this earth-shattering and ingenious move, but in the end, it clicked and approved it without any surprise.
There's no way around it, because objectively speaking, this painful aspect has indeed been resolved, right?
Miao Jue listened with satisfaction to the wondrous sound of the spiritual bone quietly growing again, and stood unmoved by the villain's increasingly suspicious gaze.
The system specifically reminded you: "You are already at the ninth level of the Human Rank Wood Spirit Bone. Once you break through to the Earth Rank, you will attract the attention of others. However, at the same time, the Earth Rank Spirit Bone will bring you a completely new breakthrough."
Miaojue raised an eyebrow, asking with great interest, "What breakthrough?"
The system pondered, "We'll only know after we break through."
Miaojue rubbed his hands together under his sleeves, seemingly determined to ruthlessly smooth over all the torments of the male and female leads, at any cost! —Referring to the cost to the other party.
"Qiu'er, you... really don't remember me?" After a long while, Dongfang Yaotian asked in a trembling voice.
Chen Jinshi remained silent for a long time.
Even the divine punishment of the chosen one could not be so coincidental.
Someone must be behind this. Who could it be?
His cool gaze swept over the slender shoulders of the girl in blue, but no matter how he looked at it, it was difficult to find such heaven-defying power in this body.
Or is it that the version of yourself that came back from the past caused these anomalies?
As Chen Jin rubbed his fingertips, the situation became strangely interesting.
Gong Yuqiu stared blankly at Dongfang Yaotian.
She didn't recognize the man in front of her, nor did she know why she had suddenly appeared in this unfamiliar place, but... she had a strange feeling in her heart, as if the appearance of the man in front of her was destiny.
Although she has no memory of it, it seems that she has been entangled with him countless times in past and present lives.
Gong Yuqiu's unfamiliar and questioning gaze pierced Dongfang Yaotian's heart.
He strode forward, grabbed her shoulders, and shook her violently: "I don't believe it, I don't believe it! Qiu'er, look into my eyes. That year, when the apricot blossoms were in the light rain, we met in early summer. Have you forgotten?"
Gong Yuqiu looked at the man in front of her. His eyes were so painful. Why did her heart also begin to ache?
Dongfang Yaotian took out a gold-embossed invitation from his pocket and excitedly unfolded it in front of her. "We're going to the Crimson Cloud Sect to participate in the Ten Thousand Sects Immortal Competition together. You said we would join hands to win the championship. How could you forget... It's all my fault, it's all my fault!"
Miao Jue glanced at the invitation; she also had one on her desk in the palace. It seemed that Chen Jinshi was right; she was indeed among those invited.
The Crimson Cloud Sect, the second largest sect after the Jade Void Sect, lacks the strict discipline of the Jade Void Sect. Located in the extremely wealthy southeastern part of the continent, it is a place of extravagance, romance, and dramatic escapades, a perfect place for love triangles and chases.
Miao Jue glanced at Chen Jinshi.
So, there's only one person present who didn't receive a party invitation. Guess who it is?
Chen Jinshi's beautiful long eyes met her gaze, smiling yet dark and sinister, utterly wicked.
"Ah! No—" After repeatedly confirming, Dongfang Yaotian finally recognized the reality.
A single tear slowly rolled down the male protagonist's devilishly handsome face: "Is that so? Is it because you said you'd rather have never seen me, so this intense pain has truly caused you to lose your memory and forget me?"
The secret: "
She gestured with her hands in a serious manner towards her brain: "She must be so heartbroken."
With bloodshot eyes, Dongfang Yaotian strode forward and embraced the female lead. "It's alright, Qiu'er. I'll make you remember. I'll make you... fall in love with me again."
Gong Yuqiu broke free from his embrace. "Fellow Daoist, I am a disciple of Queyang Xian of the Jade Void Sect. Please... have some self-respect!"
But why, why did she feel so heartbroken when she said those words?
Behind him, the emperor's abducted chamber door was slowly closed again, and the fallen figure of the old Taoist boy was silently dragged away by the guards inside the chamber, along with those old stories that had been hidden away for years.
Miao Jue had never seen his current nominal father before, and he peered through the crack in the door.
"Aren't you curious?"
Chen Jinshi appeared behind her at some point, slightly bending over, his hair brushing against her shoulder, "—Who exactly is your birth mother? Why do you have no spiritual bones at all?"
A fleeting, strange impression vaguely surfaced in Miao Jue's mind, as if the figure of this father emperor often appeared in Dongfang Qian's childhood. She was indeed very curious, but once the villain mentioned it, she dared not be curious anymore.
This person's mouth is like it's been poisoned.
However, the story of the King of Tianyan is not the main plot of the male and female protagonists. Everything in this world serves their love, so Miaojue's perspective is not clear.
Looking at the lingering smile in Chen Jinshi's eyes, I have a feeling that this heart-wrenching incident might continue.
The melodramatic, bloody love story before them was nearing its end. The female lead clearly stated that she just wanted some peace and quiet. The male lead, breaking down in defenses, backed away. Miao Jue suddenly snapped to attention: "Wait, what are you doing? Dongfang Yaotian, I'm asking you, what are you doing—"
The male protagonist closed his eyes and tears streamed down his face, and the spirit-gathering array beneath his feet instantly solidified.
Tonight, before the tree, he will etch his sorrow into history!
"Stop right there?!" Miao Jue took off chasing after him. "You want to chop me up again?!"
…
The girl chased after the man's figure as he left, and the smile on Chen Jinshi's lips gradually faded in the night.
The snail in his sleeve poked out and gently pecked at his pale wrist bone. "Is this the Crimson Cloud Sect holding an immortal competition? Last time, Cang San sent a letter... Xian Ba was imprisoned in the Crimson Cloud Sect."
Chen Jinshi hummed in a low voice, then, as if remembering something, his gaze drifted lightly into the distance.
Tonight, the Lantern Festival lights illuminated his temples, casting a warm glow on his face. His profile, which always seemed to harbor a hint of malice, suddenly appeared more refined and gentle.
He recalled that when he was a child, Xianba liked her the most—the one he had been searching for all this time.
She was a little girl who suddenly appeared in that secluded village. No one knew her origins, just as Chen Jinshi still doesn't know why she suddenly disappeared.
Xianba was like her older sister, teaching her to bathe in the lake, teaching her to tie her clothes properly, and telling her when Chen Jinshi was in a bad mood that he wasn't really that bad.
Thinking of this, Chen Jinshi lowered his eyes and looked at the red birthmark on his fingertip.
It's a pity he's really that bad now.
But by the time he finds her, she won't know how badly he's changed. Chen Jinshi poked the fish head, then became happy to himself again.
He will add many more emotional tribulations to help them fulfill their destiny as soon as possible.
Ashes swirled from his fingertips, spreading over the distinctive mark, then brushing past the jade compass at his waist, before suddenly being drawn away.
Dust settled, and Wei paused, immediately realizing what was happening. He poured all the abundant ash into the compass, and sure enough, the compass needle began to reverse, just like last time.
It has arrived, his own messenger.
Last time, he only had time to see the character "木" (wood).
What about this time?
As the continuous stream of ashes transformed into a flowing medium, he began to vaguely sense that the power that belonged to him was getting closer and closer.
The surrounding air seemed to be distorted and sucked away, and a familiar, immense power faintly emerged in the intersecting air. Chen Jinshi's smile became even clearer.
After the compass needle spun ten times backward, the ashes turned a blood-red color and began to condense into strokes on the compass. The familiar horizontal, vertical, and diagonal strokes continued, and finally, a complete character slowly emerged on the compass.
--"Tree."
Chen Jinshi stared intently at that word until the ashes dissipated into the night of the Lantern Festival.
Tree?
...Is the person he's looking for related to trees?
There are thousands upon thousands of trees in the world; which one is he looking for?
Dust settled, and he lifted his long lashes to gaze at the undulating palace under the moonlight.
At least, on this auspicious night for marriage, only one tree is truly important.
Who would show special interest in a tree?
He picked up the dust and walked away.
…
Miaojue rushed back to protect her tree, only to find that the imposter Dongfang Yaotian hadn't arrived yet.
What? Wasn't he here to cut down trees?
Miaojue looked around and suddenly heard a prayer for the Marriage Tree enter her mind: "I hope that Brother Yaotian and Gong Yuqiu will suddenly become siblings, or suddenly become enemies. Marriage Tree, if it comes true, I will support you for the rest of my life and offer incense to you—"
Miao Jue watched Ye Caifeng, who had drawn a very auspicious fortune stick, happily turn and leave: "
Then you'll have to support me for the rest of your life, my friend.
At this moment, Dongfang Yaotian walked through the palace in a daze, as if all his strength had been drained away.
"Brother Yaotian!" Ye Caifeng finally found him, carrying a red paper lantern as she rushed to his side. Today was the Lantern Festival, and she had specially made something to give to Dongfang Yaotian, subtly expressing her feelings.
But Dongfang Yaotian looked down at the red paper lanterns, then at the enchanting decorations in the palace, and thought of how this joyous Lantern Festival had come to this, and how from now on, a deep-seated hatred would hang over them—
Dongfang Yaotian suddenly became ruthless, forgetting all emotions, and ran wildly through the palace road.
He didn't ride the wind, but relied entirely on his legs, running briskly to the front courtyard of the palace, where he saw the marriage tree still standing in the night. The red ribbons swayed lightly, but in his eyes, they conveyed a sense of desolation.
Dongfang Yaotian suddenly drew the sword from his waist, as if leaving a scar on the tree trunk would be enough to remember this day, to remember their pain—
Suddenly, a leg shot out from the side.
Are you crazy?!
Miaojue quickly stepped on his foot, knocking the knife away.
When Chen Jin picked it up, he happened to see this scene.
"What did that tree do to you?" Miaojue has wanted to ask this question for ten years. "If you want to cut it down, why don't you cut down the tree yourself?"
The sight of the young girl tending the marriage tree caught Chen Jinshi's eye, and Chen Jinshi's eyebrows lifted slightly.
"Qianqian, you don't understand, you don't understand...!" Dongfang Yaotian didn't care about the pain in his body at all, so he used his flesh and blood fists to punch the tree trunk directly.
Clever trick: I care! You're crazy!
The protagonist's fist, as big as a sandbag, slammed into the tree trunk with the powerful force of the wind. Miao Jue's hands and feet couldn't keep up with the wind of his punch at all, and he couldn't help but curse in his heart.
The marriage tree shares a symbiotic relationship with her; this punch would definitely shatter her kidneys.
Just as the fist was about to fall, she suddenly had a flash of inspiration. She focused her gaze on his fist and instantly reversed her thoughts in her mind.
Little dwarf, who gave you the courage! Didn't you learn your lesson when your legs suddenly reverted to those of an eight-year-old last time?
The power of retrospection carried by the magical bone has been upgraded again. This time, the instantaneous retrospection of local units is even longer than before. So when Dongfang Yaotian's heavy fist landed on her tree, it turned into the fist of a three-year-old.
Bombard the tree trunk!
"Ah!" Dongfang Yaotian broke his bone and collapsed to the ground, clutching his hand.
Dust gathers up: "..."
The tree is normal, but the person is mentally challenged.
Miaojue was hit by a soft, bouncy blow and relaxed.
Turning my head, I saw that the villain was also looking up at the tree.
Why are so many people paying attention to her tree today?
Chen Jinshi stood before the incense altar, picked up three sticks of sandalwood, and ashes surged from his fingertips, wisps of smoke rising into the air.
He gazed at the peaceful marriage tree in the soft morning light, its shimmering peach blossoms smiling, and silently spoke in his heart:
“If they won’t kill the old emperor, then I will—” The man’s smile, as beautiful as a spring flower, was like a Buddha’s as he prayed to the tree. “Then I will frame Gong Yuqiu, making them eternal enemies who killed each other’s mother and father.”
The secret: "???"
That damned man continued his prayer: "Tree, oh tree, if you don't speak, I'll take that as your agreement, that you support me. So, will you bless my... marriage?"
Tip: What do you think?
She grasped the apical bud in her sea of consciousness without expression.
With a clear gaze, she picked up the divination stick container from the incense stand, a small shadow falling from her long eyelashes, and a slight warmth rose in her heart.
He shook it slightly, and a fortune stick popped out of the container, its face turning around—
A very auspicious sign.
As he gathered the dust, an indescribable joy welled up in his heart, as if the spring he had missed for many years was finally arriving.
Then, the stick suddenly retreated back into the container by itself.
Time has rewound to where it was just now.
"?" Here we go again, huh?
He shook the bamboo stick again, and this time the stick jumped out and it was still a very auspicious one.
Then they retreated.
Dust settled, and with a smile, shook his head, then shook it again with a self-satisfied air. The bamboo skewer jumped out.
— “Very unlucky”.
He was expressionless.
Looking down at the divination tube, he thought, "If you're so capable, go back and shake it again."
However, all around was calm and peaceful. Morning light filtered through the shadows of the trees, and in the distance, a young girl strolled leisurely away with her hands behind her back.
The ominous fortune slip in his hand came to a steady stop.
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