Unaware of Spring (Part 1)
Chapter Thirty-Four
Last night, Song Ling returned to the consciousness space with 611 to discuss the next steps.
Everything was proceeding smoothly according to his plan, but he was spending less and less time with his master.
Time always flies when you're with her; it's only been a year, and they'll soon have to part again.
611 successfully infiltrated the Wujian Pavilion and gained Ji Junlin's favor, becoming his right-hand man.
611 Pride: "Don't worry, host. Ji Junlin's system is not even in the same league as mine. Even if he has the protection of the Heavenly Dao, as long as Lord Xie Yuan stands on your side, there will be no danger."
“Master will be on my side.” He had already made double preparations for that day to come. Song Ling was a little absent-minded: “How much affection does Master have for me right now?”
Upon hearing this, 611 immediately replied excitedly, "Congratulations, host! Your favorability is 90% and your heart-fluttering value is 70%! Lord Xie Yuan really cares about you!"
Song Ling's cold and handsome face showed no joy. He said indifferently, "You know it's because you feel sorry for her. The methods I used to get her and keep her were dishonorable. Plus, my master already felt guilty towards me, so it went so smoothly."
611 scratched his head, looking confused, and said, "But, host, doesn't the storybook say that feeling sorry for someone is the highest level of love? If Lady Xie Yuan doesn't like you at all, then she definitely won't feel sorry for you, right?"
Song Ling's expression would soften for a moment whenever he heard her name. 611 knew that the host only pretended to be obedient and innocent in front of his master, which was the way Lord Xie Yuan liked to see him. So she would always mention the master to him from time to time, so that the host's backlash might be lessened.
The host is too harsh on himself; even the system can't stand it.
If this attempt fails, the host will truly vanish into nothingness, and all their previous efforts will have been in vain.
"611, how long have you been following me?"
"Host, it's been 6,111 years already. You only recently gave me the name 611. Before that, you never gave me a name and insisted on calling me System," 611 complained, feeling aggrieved.
"It's been so long. If her soul hadn't split in two when she transmigrated, I would never have seen her again. No matter how many times I went back in time, I would only miss her forever." When he mentioned this, his voice was filled with countless frosts, chilling to the bone. This so-called Heavenly Dao almost caused him to lose his master forever.
Even the system 611 couldn't help but shudder: "Host, the original script has reached the last 20%. Once the next four plots are over, Lord Xie Yuan's mission can be completed, but..." It hesitated at this point.
He was the only one who knew about the host's plan. Though not human, he had witnessed how the host had crawled out of that irreversible abyss. The host had killed many people, including himself.
For so many years, he remained very lonely. Before he could find Lord Xie Yuan, he thought his host was a heartless god of death, let alone ever seen him smile.
He was colder and more ruthless than the system itself, constantly retracing the murders, trapped in a cycle of retracing the murders.
At first, it thought that killing was its host's hobby...
It wasn't until it finally met Lord Xie Yuan in this cycle that it realized that the host wasn't incapable of laughing; it was just that the person who could make him laugh was no longer there.
It accompanied its host through many reincarnations. Although it was a destructive system, it was moved by the day when the host finally achieved his goal.
But the next second it learned of its host's plan, and even the heartless thing felt its heart turn to the bone.
But it also knows that this is indeed the only way.
"Just what?"
611 realized that it still preferred the host when Lord Xie Yuan was around. Now that the Lord is gone, the host has reverted to a stagnant, lifeless state. How terrifying!
"But Lady Xie Yuan will be very sad, won't she?"
“”
Song Ling remained silent, watching the surging black waves within her consciousness space.
611 did not receive a reply from the host until it was time to leave.
But silence is also a form of answer.
The host must be very reluctant to part with it too.
——
The two walked hand in hand on the mountain path. The moonlight was hazy, and the swaying trees cast long shadows on them.
"So, the purpose of the Wujian Pavilion is just to obtain immortality? This plot is too cliché." Xie Yuan automatically loaded a series of stories about immortality that she had read before into her mind, and without exception, they all ended in failure and a bad end.
However, wouldn't this deviate a bit from the original novel? She clearly remembered that Song Ling's final fate was to be besieged by the righteous sects of immortal cultivation, followed by a great battle with the male protagonist, and the ending was an inevitable kill of the demon.
But this doesn't make sense at all; the backlash on Song Ling's body can't be faked.
In addition, although he did not personally establish the Wujian Pavilion, the Wujian Pavilion still exists, and he also built another one called Buzhichun, thus embarking on the predetermined path of killing and bloodshed.
Essentially, it's still the same and hasn't changed.
But the leader of the Wujian Pavilion has changed. According to the original script, Song Ling was the leader of the Wujian Pavilion, which meant he was doomed to die. Now that he is not, the ending should be different.
Song Ling noticed Xie Yuan turning her head to look at him, yet hesitating to speak, and understood.
Master is probably worried about the ending the system that has already devoured has mentioned. After all, from her perspective, she just took a nap and returned to ten years later, and knows nothing else.
But he will never die at the hands of someone else.
Apart from
"Master, what are you thinking about?"
Song Ling tilted her head in confusion, her high ponytail falling to her front as she moved. He gently squeezed her clasped fingers, and when they met his clear, innocent gaze, Xie Yuan felt a pang of sadness. Yes, Song Ling didn't even know she wasn't originally from this world, nor did she know about the existence of the system.
Previously, it was because the system forced me not to say it, but now it's not a good time to be honest either.
The biggest obstacle standing in their way right now is his impending doom.
She couldn't calmly face what had happened. What worried her even more was that he had already fallen into demonic possession. But the closer that day got, the more uneasy she became, especially in recent days, when the feeling had grown stronger.
"Ah Ling, it's me."
This was probably the first time Xie Yuan had ever lost her composure in front of him, in both her past and present lives. She had been trying to calm herself down, but she couldn't help but sob. Tears streamed down her face uncontrollably, like beads from a broken string, until they became completely unstoppable. She opened Song Ling's hand, squatted down, hugged her knees, curled herself into a small ball, and let the tears flow freely.
Although she didn't want to admit it, she had a feeling that she was really going to lose him...
She prided herself on being an optimistic person; in her eyes, life and death should have been something she could take for granted long ago. After all, she had died twice and was a master; she shouldn't be so pessimistic about things that hadn't even happened yet. After all, anything was possible with human effort. But for some reason, she was still incredibly sad. The thought of the worst possible outcome, and how she didn't have a system and couldn't even offer her life in exchange for another, was unbearable.
She dared not think about what she would do if he really died.
The journey has been a tale of cause and effect across two lifetimes.
What she couldn't face was Song Ling's death.
Song Ling was slightly taken aback; this was the first time he had ever seen his master show such a vulnerable side in front of him.
His smile inexplicably faded. He had thought that seeing her so sad and in pain for him would make him happy, as it meant she cared about him more. But when she actually showed such a sorrowful, helpless, and distressed look in front of him...
He found himself unhappy, even somewhat hating himself for letting her go through all this...
He orchestrated all of this to prevent her from being interfered with by the system tasks again, but he was also greedy, wanting to occupy a very important place in her heart, so that she would never forget him. Therefore, from the moment she was reborn until now, he has indeed been lying to her all along...
But he couldn't bring himself to let her know the truth beforehand.
Especially after learning that his master had never abandoned him, he repeatedly sought the answer he had once thought was destined to be unattainable, destined to be a tragic end. He had long been prepared for the worst, even if it meant death, he would leave an indelible place in her heart forever.
In fact, given his original personality, if things really came to the point of master-disciple feud, he should have completely turned evil and imprisoned her, preventing her from contacting anyone. They should have spent every day and night together, torturing each other to the point of no return.
This thought persisted until their first meeting after his rebirth. In that one glance, he knew he wouldn't do it.
Master, you are the only variable in my game.
He would accept whatever the outcome.
Song Ling pulled the small bundle off the ground and held it tightly in his arms. He didn't say anything, but gently stroked her back to help her catch her breath. After she calmed down, he gently brushed her red eyes with his fingertips and whispered.
"Master, as long as you don't want me to die, I will definitely not die."
"Believe me."
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