Chapter 192: The Strange Porridge Beggar
Sheng Ran couldn't imagine the pain of nirvana and rebirth. What on earth did Yun Ling go through to come back to her side? Was it the torture of purgatory?
Sheng Ran's breath was choked, her emotions surged so quickly that tears flowed instantly.
Yun Ling was completely panicked. He moved forward, almost getting close to Sheng Ran, but he was afraid that the aura of fire on his body was too strong and would smoke her, so he restrained himself and returned to a normal distance.
"Master..." His tone was full of helplessness. He was still the same Yun Ling who would get anxious when he saw her crying, just like before.
Yun Ling wiped Sheng Ran's tears with the softest feathers on her body and coaxed her gently, "Don't cry, I will never let you face danger alone again. The phoenix's ability is very powerful, I can protect you for a long, long time."
Seeing the seriousness in his eyes, Sheng Ran felt touched like a tide.
She sobbed softly for a while before finally calming down, then looked at him carefully and raised her hand to gently stroke his cheek.
It was still the familiar outline, but the skin was warmer than before.
"I don't need you to do everything in your power to protect me," she said softly, "I just want you to be safe and sound, and never get hurt again."
Yun Ling paused for a moment, and suddenly reached out and gently held Sheng Ran in his arms.
He moved very gently, carefully wrapping her with the phoenix feathers, fearing that he would use too much force and hurt her.
"Everything will happen," his voice was close to her ear, with a scorching temperature, "Master, we will all be safe and sound, and always be together."
Sheng Ran buried her face in his chest. The light from the warm copper lamp fell on the two of them, and the golden light of the phoenix feathers intertwined with the soft light of her hair.
The snow is still falling outside the window, but it can no longer take away the warmth in the room.
The next morning, Sheng Ran was busy preparing for the opening of Shangshifang.
Zhu Jiuyin was afraid that she would consume too much energy, so he specially roasted some sweet potatoes. Sheng Ran took them, and when her fingertips touched his hand, she felt warm and sweet in her heart.
Just as he was about to speak, Pei Xiaoxing walked in quickly with a roll of paper in his hand.
"My dear wife, the Huichuntang account books and the samples of the medicinal residue from that year have been sorted out." Pei Xiaoxing placed the paper scroll on the table, his tone becoming graver. "The people from the Jiuyao Chamber of Commerce have checked the files of the exile from that year. As long as His Majesty the Beast King attends the verdict, your grievances will be completely cleared. But..."
He paused, "The people in the palace still haven't found any trace of the Beast King. Even the traces in the side hall have been cleared."
Sheng Ran tightened her grip on the sweet potato. Overturning the verdict was the wish of the original owner and her, but it was stuck at the most critical step.
Huaijun noticed her emotions, patted her back gently, and whispered, "We will find it."
At this time, Ling Rui also came in from outside, with a cold air on his body.
He walked to the table, pressed his palm on the table, and spoke happily.
"Since the pilgrimage ceremony ended, the wind direction in the central city has changed. The guards were patrolling the west side of the city today, and the people were saying that it would be great if Miss Sheng could become the Holy Female."
Sheng Ran had no interest in the identity of the Holy Female, but she was happy to hear that the people had come to their senses.
However, Ling Rui's tone dropped a little, "But there's still no news about Sheng Jieyue and Situ Yu. They seem to have gone into hiding, and even the remaining members of the Poison Sect can't find them."
Sheng Ran's smile froze on her face and her expression darkened.
As long as Sheng Jieyue is not captured, it will be like a sword hanging over your head, ready to fall at any time.
She looked at the bustling people in Shangshifang and knew in her heart that beneath this stability lay the risk that could be broken at any time.
At this moment, in a cave on the outskirts of the city, the cold damp air was filled with the smell of mold.
Sheng Jieyue sat on a stone, kicking away the dry grass at her feet in disgust. The black energy at her fingertips flickered due to her unstable emotions.
"How can we live in this shabby place? The Pei family and the Jiuyao Chamber of Commerce are searching so closely, how long can we hide?"
Situ Yu leaned against the wall of the cave, his face pale, and his snake tail hung limply on the ground.
"We're now isolated and helpless. The people from the Poison Gu Sect have been almost wiped out. We can only recuperate first." His voice was tired. "Stop thinking about those unrealistic things."
"Unrealistic?" Sheng Jieyue raised her head suddenly, a crazy light flashing in her eyes, and suddenly laughed, "I just don't understand why we have to hide here and cower in fear."
"Now that things have come to this, do you have any other options?" Situ Yu took a deep breath. "Sheng Jieyue, you don't really think we're the same hero and heroine who could run rampant and do whatever they want in any world?!"
His tone was frantic, his eyes bulging outward, bloodshot eyes, "Everything has changed since we killed someone in our last life! Our protagonist halo has long since disappeared, and all our support is gone!"
"Who said that!" Sheng Jieyue raised her chin in disdain. "If we're not the protagonists, could it be that pretentious, silly Sheng Ran who's all sanctimonious? Don't be ridiculous. No matter how powerful she is, isn't she just a mere divine messenger?"
Sheng Jieyue's voice echoed throughout the cave, "Sheng Ran can be regarded as a divine messenger, why can't I be the God of Flowers?!"
"What did you say?" Situ Yu looked at her in disbelief, his temples throbbing.
Sheng Jieyue clenched her fists. "The Beast Queen is the only one who knows the truth about the God of Flowers, but we've been feeding her drugs for ten years. She hasn't been able to leave the house for the past three months. Now we can't find her. She might have already died! Without her, who can prove that I'm not the God of Flowers?"
Situ Yu frowned. "Are you crazy? The power of the God of Flowers is golden. How can you pretend to be him when you only know sorcery?"
"What's wrong with witchcraft?" Sheng Jieyue sneered. Black energy surged in her palm, gradually fading and brightening until it looked golden. "I can use witchcraft to fake golden light!"
As she spoke, Situ Yu's expression gradually relaxed, revealing a sinister and paranoid smile. "The people only look at the surface. As long as you can 'purify' a few insignificant people, they will believe it! We are the protagonists, and our halo will not let us lose!"
The wind outside the cave whistled past, bringing with it a chill, but it couldn't blow away the madness in the two men's eyes.
In the blink of an eye, it was afternoon, and a large pot of porridge was set up at the door of Shangshifang. This was specially built by Sheng Ran to appease the people.
The aroma of steaming lily and lotus seed porridge filled the entire street. People lined up with bowls in their hands and smiles on their faces.
Sheng Ran stood by the pot and handed a bowl of porridge to an old man. The golden light from her fingertips inadvertently swept across the edge of the bowl, making the rice porridge even warmer.
The beastmen stood beside her, helping to pass the bowls.
Just then, a man in a tattered cotton jacket came to the end of the line.
The man's cotton jacket was covered with patches, his messy hair covered his face, and he was holding a rough porcelain bowl with a chip in it. He looked no different from other ordinary people.
But when Sheng Ran handed over the porridge, he noticed her hands - those hands stretched out from the tattered cuffs, her skin was fair, her nails were neatly trimmed, without a single callus, and even the gaps between her fingers were clean.
It doesn't look like the hands of a beggar or a poor person at all.
She couldn't help but look up, trying to see the man's face clearly.
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