Chapter 103 Their story will never end...
"Ji Fuguang".
Sheng Zhiyi spoke softly, looked at the person in front of her, and a smile slowly appeared on her lips.
Having gone through so much, experiencing both love and hate, he was still able to stand before her in the end; it was truly...
Very good.
She took a step forward, and in the midst of nothingness, she lightly raised her wrist, as if to lift something.
He tilted his head slightly, his tone light and cheerful, carrying a hint of anticipation and longing.
"Senior brother, I made some new snacks today. Knowing that you went down the mountain, I waited here for you. Please take them back and try them."
These were the words Sheng Zhiyi said when they first met.
At that time, the spring was bright and the wind was blowing. One of them was a senior disciple of a sect, who was upright and honorable, and the other was a junior disciple with low cultivation level who was doing menial tasks.
Now, the two possess enough power that they can remain unaffected even when surrounded by spatial turbulence.
Sheng Zhiyi was curious about what kind of answer Ji Fuguang would give now.
Will you refuse again, just like before, or will you choose to accept?
Meeting those expectant starry eyes, Ji Fuguang's lips curled slightly. He glanced around before turning his gaze back, and chuckled softly:
"Junior Sister is joking... Why are we in a place like this? Isn't the sect's entrance trial about to begin?"
Introductory Trials?
Sheng Zhiyi's eyes widened suddenly as she stared at the person in front of her in disbelief.
When she first transmigrated into the book, Ji Fuguang was about to lead the other disciples to participate in the trial. Because of her servant status, she could not go, so she brought a food box to deliver some snacks, trying to please Ji Fuguang.
This is the beginning of everything.
Could it be...?
A bizarre and cruel thought arose in her mind.
Has Ji Fuguang forgotten all his memories of her? Forgotten everything between them?
Sheng Zhiyi's face instantly drained of color, turning deathly pale.
"Junior Sister!" Ji Fuguang stepped forward, his brows furrowing slightly. "I'm sorry, I just..."
I tried to start learning how to make a harmless joke, but it looks like I messed it up.
"I haven't forgotten what happened between us, including all the mistakes I made, not a single one. I never managed to say those words before, but now I want to say them to you: I'm sorry."
“I haven’t forgotten what you did afterward either. The fragments of my soul scattered throughout the world saw everything you did. You thwarted the gods’ conspiracy, severed our shackles in countless spaces, quelled the war between immortals and demons, and resolved the conflict between spiritual power and demonic energy.”
“I’ve seen it all. Sheng Zhiyi, you are truly remarkable. You have rewritten the destiny of this world, and I am proud of you.”
Ji Fuguang spoke somewhat eagerly, rattling off a long string of words, but Sheng Zhiyi kept her head down and did not respond for a long time.
Did you... cry?
Ji Fuguang's heart felt like it was being gripped tightly. He nervously raised his hand and grabbed Sheng Zhiyi's shoulder, but dared not exert any force, and could only keep speaking:
"Junior Sister? I'm sorry... could you please lift your head and let me see you?"
Sheng Zhiyi finally moved. She reached out and gently pinched Ji Fuguang's wrist, removing his hand from her shoulder.
Ji Fuguang's heart trembled, but he could only withdraw his hand in accordance with her force.
Sheng Zhiyi slowly raised her head, her face calm, without the tear stains Ji Fuguang had expected.
"?"
“Senior brother…” Sheng Zhiyi tilted his head slightly, drawing out his words, “You’ve been lying to me before. It seems that in the end, you were the one who was fooled by me.”
As she finished speaking, she jumped back and pointed at Ji Fuguang, saying, "You lied to me first, you can't be so unethical."
Deceitful morality—what a new term!
Ji Fuguang was somewhat amused and exasperated, yet unable to truly be angry. A smile unconsciously crept onto his lips. "Fine, this time I admit I was outmatched, but..."
He suddenly took a step forward.
Sheng Zhiyi was prepared and had already created some distance; now she was going to retreat again.
Ji Fuguang's movements were swift and precise; he used the power of chaos to pull her into his arms.
"you……"
Sheng Zhiyi looked up, about to say that this was cheating.
But then Ji Fuguang's voice came from beside her, deep and tinged with a barely perceptible tension.
"careful!"
A fragment of space flew past where she had just been standing, and if Ji Fuguang hadn't pulled her back, it would have hit her.
"Oh right, there's still spatial turbulence here, let's get out of here quickly," Sheng Zhiyi said hurriedly.
Although Haiyaoyue was destroyed, this place is now even more dangerous.
After Ji Fuguang woke up, the two of them momentarily forgot where they were.
Ji Fuguang agreed, "Indeed, we cannot linger here."
Sheng Zhiyi stared at him.
"Junior Sister, is there something wrong?" Ji Fuguang asked sincerely.
Sheng Zhiyi glanced at his hand. After he hugged her, his hand naturally took hers, as if they had never been separated.
But Ji Fuguang's expression was so sincere that she couldn't bring herself to speak. Oh well.
Ji Fuguang blinked, a hint of cunning and a strong sense of possessiveness flashing in his eyes.
Junior Sister is still... too soft-hearted...
The two passed through the spatial barrier and finally returned to the cultivation world.
It is already late autumn. The autumn sun hangs high, a gentle breeze caresses the face, and the air carries a dry and refreshing scent.
Ji Fuguang took Sheng Zhiyi's hand and said softly, "Junior Sister, I'll take you somewhere."
Sheng Zhiyi was somewhat surprised, "Where?"
"You'll find out soon enough." Seeing that she agreed, Ji Fuguang began to cast hand seals to summon clouds, and the two flew away in the air.
On the way, Sheng Zhiyi suddenly remembered something and turned to ask, "Why did you pretend to be Shen Qingming back then? I remember you..."
She thought for a moment and said with certainty, "I hate him."
Ji Fuguang is a person who values face, especially within the sect. He treats everyone with kindness and gentleness, but he has repeatedly mocked Shen Qingming.
Why pretend to look like him?
Ji Fuguang choked for a moment, then turned to look at Sheng Zhiyi. After a long pause, he chuckled and said, "Could it be that Junior Sister has such a fetish, enjoying seeing me become a woman? If you like it, it's not impossible..."
"Wait, wait," Sheng Zhiyi quickly interrupted him, "What are you talking about? I was asking a very serious question."
Ji Fuguang sighed, a hint of worry on his face. "Junior Sister, the only people you're close to are Shen Qingming and Chen Huaiyu. Am I supposed to pretend to be Chen Huaiyu, who's reeking of alcohol? You know, I only put an illusion on my face; this body is real."
Sheng Zhiyi nodded thoughtfully, with a hint of regret, "I thought your relationship with Shen Qingming had improved, but he's actually a pretty good person."
...
Ji Fuguang's smile froze for a moment. Sheng Zhiyi herself had no idea that Shen Qingming was unusually enthusiastic every time he saw her.
"Yes, I will definitely get along well with him in the future... By the way, Junior Sister, the world is so vast. Before, you and I were only confined to our small worlds, with many constraints that prevented us from escaping. Now that we are finally free, why not go out and travel more? I think... the Northern Sea would be nice, what do you think?"
The best part is that it's far away from the Tianyan Sect.
“Okay.” Sheng Zhiyi nodded, a hint of longing in her expression. “I’ve never been there before. Oh, right… I remember hearing from others that the Tianyan Sect is going to exchange disciples with the Star Island Sect in the North Sea. I wonder who will be going…”
"Wait a minute," Ji Fuguang suddenly spoke up, "Junior Sister, I just realized that we can actually travel slowly, enjoying the scenery along the way. Why rush?"
“That’s not bad…” Sheng Zhiyi agreed good-naturedly, but then looked troubled. “It’s just that if we travel slowly along the way, there will be a lot to worry about…”
“No problem!” Ji Fuguang immediately replied, “Junior Sister, you don’t need to worry about such trivial matters.”
"In that case, I'll have to trouble you, senior brother."
Sheng Zhiyi looked up, and the two smiled at each other, their smiles carrying a hint of triumph in their plans.
The clouds beneath our feet slowly sank, indicating that we had arrived at the place Ji Fuguang had mentioned.
Sheng Zhiyi looked around and couldn't help but exclaim in surprise, "Tianyan Sect?"
The place where the two landed was a steep mountain with a huge stone pillar at the mountain gate, supporting a stone plaque with three powerful characters: "Tianyan Sect".
"Junior Sister." Ji Fuguang magically took out a box of pastries from his storage bag and handed it over.
His face was very calm, but upon closer inspection, there was a hint of tension.
"These are some new desserts I made. My cooking skills are not very good, and I failed many times. These are the only ones that are still edible. Please try them."
This is actually why Ji Fuguang didn't reach out to catch Sheng Zhiyi when she raised her hand in mid-air.
When they first met, Sheng Zhiyi gave him some snacks, but he ultimately didn't eat them.
When Sheng Zhiyi climbed Shuanghua Peak in the middle of the night, the pastries were violently struck and crushed into crumbs, eventually falling to the bottom of the cliff. Perhaps this is a metaphor for their relationship, which began with mutual deception.
After Sheng Zhiyi escaped from the Demon Palace, he stayed up all night thinking about many things. While waiting for news from the Demon General, he wondered what she was feeling back then, so he also made some desserts.
Now I can finally give it to her in person.
This time, he treated her to the snacks they couldn't share last time.
This will be a new beginning for their relationship.
Sheng Zhiyi's face showed a slight change of expression. She took the food box and, under Ji Fuguang's expectant gaze, opened the lid.
For a moment, both of them fell silent.
The snacks in the food box had turned into various scraps, mixed together.
"How could this be?" Ji Fuguang looked at the food box in disbelief.
Sheng Zhiyi lifted her eyelids and looked helplessly at Ji Fuguang, "You forgot, along the way you were injured, chased, and most importantly... in the temple of the gods, you even changed your demonic bones, where would you find the demonic energy to keep your heart from breaking!"
Ji Fuguang pursed his lips, an embarrassed expression on his face.
He had planned everything perfectly throughout his life, but when it came to matters of the heart, he always managed to make things worse.
"Don't eat it," Ji Fuguang quickly reached out to close the food box again. "I'll make it next time."
"Wait," Sheng Zhiyi interrupted him. She took out a spoon, scooped up a spoonful of biscuit crumbs, put it in her mouth, chewed a few times, and her eyes lit up. "It's delicious!"
"Really?" Ji Fuguang asked softly.
"Of course!" Sheng Zhiyi immediately scooped up a spoonful and fed it to him without further ado.
This is the spoon she just used...
Ji Fuguang lowered his eyes slightly and took a small bite of the biscuit crumbs.
"Is it delicious?" Sheng Zhiyi asked, smiling and tilting her head up.
"Yes!" Ji Fuguang nodded emphatically.
"So fast, I haven't even started chewing yet..." Sheng Zhiyi muttered, then looked down and ate another spoonful for herself.
"I know, it's delicious." Ji Fuguang swallowed the crumbs and spoke softly.
Looking at her profile in the sunlight, with her eyelashes lowered and her expression focused, the last trace of embarrassment and regret he felt from the broken pastry quietly dissipated.
Yes, why be so fixated on formal perfection?
Their journey was filled with struggles and hardships, but it was precisely because of this that they were able to see each other's most vulnerable sides.
He reached out, not to take the spoon, but gently grasped the hand holding the food box. His fingertips were slightly cool, yet carried an undeniable firmness.
Sheng Zhiyi raised her head and met his gaze.
Those phoenix eyes, once unfathomable and filled with endless storms and scheming, were now as clear as the sky after the rain, reflecting only her own figure.
Gone was the Demon Lord's arrogance, and gone was the senior brother's aloofness; only a calm gentleness after weathering countless storms remained, along with a sense of relieved and sincere reassurance.
Silence speaks louder than words.
A gentle breeze swept past the gates of the Tianyan Sect, swirling up a few golden leaves that danced around them before quietly disappearing into the distance. In the distance, the autumn mountains stretched endlessly, the sky high and the clouds light, a vast and open expanse.
Past grudges, the schemes of gods and demons, the curses of reincarnation... all are like the dust beneath our feet, blown away by the wind and returned to the world.
They stood there, hand in hand, sharing a broken box of pastries, like two travelers finally returning home, in their own backyard, sharing the hardships and experiences of their journey.
The future is long. Perhaps I will go to the North to see the sea, perhaps I will stay in the human world to travel, or perhaps I will just find a place with beautiful mountains and clear waters to watch the sunrise and sunset, and the clouds drift by.
But wherever they went, they already knew—
From then on, we can walk side by side through green mountains and clear waters, and through the vast world.
It's not the beginning, because their story had already begun long ago.
It's not the end, because their story will never end.
(End of article)
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Author's note: It's finally finished. There's so much I want to say, but I don't know where to begin.
I started writing this article in June and continued until October. Looking back now, I find it hard to believe that I was able to write for so long and write so much.
At first, I thought 200,000 words was too much, but as I wrote, it ended up being 340,000 words.
I'll probably take a break for a while before starting "The Daily Life of a Powerful Minister's Unrequited Love After Marriage." This time, I want to write a simple, sweet story, and I hope to be able to share it with everyone again!
Thank you again everyone!
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