Chapter 70 Returning Her to the Sea of People
The leg that had regained sensation earlier began to ache from the strenuous exercise, and the wounds left from forcibly entering the forbidden array were torn apart, but Zhong Chuan remained expressionless.
Hearing the man's cruel words and meeting his emotionless eyes, the stone lion finally felt a trace of fear and stepped back on all fours.
Before it could even make a sound, a "crack" came from its body, and its two front paws were ground into stone powder!
Just as it was about to prop itself up on its hind paws, its hind paws were also cut off. It lost its balance and fell to the ground with an earthquake-like roar.
What kind of secret technique is this?
It couldn't even see it clearly!
Just as the stone lion was about to open its mouth to speak, an invisible blade was aimed at its head in the next second.
The lion head spun and rolled, finally settling in the corner at Mu Jianjian's door.
She was still marveling at how Zhong Chuan truly deserved to be the strongest among the five male leads when she saw a drab, gray head roll in front of her.
Mu Jianjian: ...
This even brought me into the conversation.
She looked down at the stone lion's head, its sharp teeth now cracked but no longer threatening, and then looked up to see Zhong Chuan walking towards her.
Just as Mu Jianjian's eyes were darting around, wondering whether she should run away, the man spoke softly.
"Thank you for saving her."
Zhong Chuan didn't notice Mu Jianjian's surprised expression as he finished speaking. Instead, he turned around and hugged the girl on the white wolf into his arms, treating her like a precious treasure.
Thinking about it carefully, he realized that he hadn't been this close to her in a long time, let alone with their clothes and skin touching like this.
Zhong Chuan walked step by step towards the top of the Zhu Pavilion, with the white wolf following closely behind him.
The last time they hugged like this was when they first met.
It was a snowy winter night. The moonlight shone on the dilapidated temple, and the heavy snow fell into the temple with a chill. A human trafficker was sleeping drowsily in a corner, holding an iron chain that bound more than a dozen children in tattered clothes.
No one noticed a boy staggering into the group of children, hiding his blood-stained clothes and wounds.
"You must be badly injured. Do you want some steamed buns?" In the quiet night, the boy opened his eyes and saw a thin little girl reach out and take out a hard, dark steamed bun, whispering to him.
It seems like it's been hidden away for a long time, and they're reluctant to eat it.
"Need not."
"Oh." The little girl nodded heavily, then pressed her whole body against him. "If you're shivering and cold, you can hug Xiaoqi. Xiaoqi isn't cold."
Her parents said they should help others. Although she is pitiful because she can't find her parents now, her injured brother seems even more pitiful.
The boy was stunned.
The softness that touched his cold body was the first warmth he had ever felt since birth.
After escaping the pursuit and entering the Hehuan Palace, Zhong Chuan had been searching for the little girl.
At that time, he had not yet gained a foothold in the Hehuan Palace when he received news that the little girl had been transferred between two farming families and was about to be sold into a brothel.
Zhong Chuan had no intention of dragging her into the storm, but time was of the essence, so he had no choice but to take her back and teach her how to cultivate self-protection.
The little girl had long since grown into a young woman. Having forgotten their first encounter, she regarded him as her savior. Despite her timid nature, she would still say she would be his most powerful bodyguard, just like when they were children in the dilapidated temple—
In the freezing cold, the assassin followed the trail of blood to the dilapidated temple. The little girl ignored the swords and knives, hugged his arm, and called him "brother".
After recalling the events, a flash of tenderness crossed Zhong Chuan's eyes. He ignored the reluctant White Wolf and said, "Go."
White Wolf finally gave in and reluctantly carried the unconscious Rong Yuqi toward the exit of the secret realm on the fifth floor of the Zhu Pavilion.
He only looked away after the two disappeared into the light, the image of the girl in the inner layer of the secret realm smiling as she protected him on her deathbed.
If his path was destined to be full of hardships and thorns from birth, then he should have let go and returned the girl to the world long ago.
——
Mu Jianjian stared at the stone lion head in the corner.
"If you help me hold my paws in place, I can share some of the collected spirit essences with you." The stone lion shook its head, trying to lean closer to its body.
"What's the use of a spirit?"
The stone lion was surprised that this female cultivator knew nothing. It shouted, "If you don't understand what a spiritual soul is used for, why are you stopping me!"
"Are you going to tell me or not?" Mu Jianjian pretended to be impatient and was about to leave.
"A spirit can repair a broken soul, and at the same time, it can allow the giver to glimpse a trace of the owner's memories," the stone lion said immediately, startled.
Anyway, these are all common sense, and the Pavilion Master won't blame me if I say it...
“Oh,” Mu Jianjian nodded, then asked, “What do you want to do with the spirits you collect?”
"I won't talk about it," the stone lion closed its eyes and began to try to close its body. Its hind paws were relatively okay since they had only been cut, but its front paws, which had been crushed into stone powder, were having a particularly difficult time. "I won't talk about this."
"Alright." The girl seemed thoughtful. As she stood up, she inadvertently kicked the stone lion's head. After rolling away with two "thumps," it was even further away from her body. "What a pity."
Stone Lion: !
"You woman! You bastard!"
Mu Jianjian pretended not to hear and placed her foot on the stone lion's front paw with a look of sympathy. "If all of this is spilled, it will be even more regrettable."
If the stone lion had a life of its own, it would probably be so angry that it would faint. Unfortunately, it is just a stone imbued with intelligence, and no matter how angry it gets, it can only stare and howl.
"Actually, even if you told me, it wouldn't be a big deal, since I can't beat you anyway."
The stone lion thought about it and realized it made sense. After all, there was still the stone tiger; together they could definitely catch that bastard female cultivator and, while they were at it, crush that man from before to vent their anger. This time, it would be more careful, much more careful…
Mu Jianjian shook her head regretfully, then said, "If I scatter these stone chips, it will probably take a long time to repair."
"We must repair the Pavilion Master's soul!" the stone lion finally couldn't help but say, and as he wished, he saw the girl retract her foot that had been raised on the stone dust of its front paw.
Pavilion Master? Does the Vermilion Pavilion have a Pavilion Master?
Mu Jianjian has already gotten used to the lackluster plot of the original book.
"Who is the Pavilion Master? What is his name? What is his cultivation level? Where is he now...?" Questions were thrown out one after another.
The stone lion wanted to cover its ears, but it couldn't move. It spoke, "The Pavilion Master is the one who created us. Our purpose is to guard this place and collect the souls of the cultivators who come here. We don't know anything else."
Mu Jianjian tilted her head, "What about the palace beneath the pavilion in the middle of the lake?"
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