A white deer accompanies a solitary figure.
Having already lost all magical power, Shen Qiexing, having lost his rebellious edge, was almost no different from a mortal.
His body was covered in countless cuts from the detached scales, and blood was seeping from his entire body. Lu Yixin pressed her hands against his chest and continuously infused him with healing magic.
Faster!
She bit her lower lip and glanced in the direction of the white sandalwood incense. She was currently in seclusion absorbing the magic power of the Reverse Scale. Waking her up now was obviously the most inappropriate choice. Moreover, Yun Xinglan, a general of his generation, certainly did not know healing arts... Even if he did, he would not help Shen Qiexing.
“Miss Deer, don’t waste your magic anymore,” Yun Xinglan said anxiously from the side. “Do you know how terrible your face looks right now?”
"But...I can't let him die!"
"God!" Baozhu finally found Shen Qiexing, and she screamed as she ran towards him.
Yes, and Tianpinhai also helped!
As if grasping at the last straw, Lu Yixin finally stopped what she was doing and cried to Baozhu, "Miss Baozhu, is there anyone skilled in healing in the Tianpin Sea? Please find him quickly and save Brother Qiexing's life!"
"Quickly!" Baozhu's lips trembled as she ordered An Ziyi, who was following behind her, "Clam Clan Association, go and call Qiu Yu over here, quick!"
An Ziyi nodded, transformed into a silver dragon, and plunged into the water, swimming straight into the depths of the sea like an arrow released from a bow.
Lu Yixin had poured enough magic power into him earlier, so he could still hold on. The group was speechless for a moment, with only soft sobs lingering around them.
“Miss Deer,” Baozhu spoke first, gazing at Shen Qiexing’s blood-stained face, and whispered, “Will you go to the mortal world with the God Venerable?”
So they already knew about the agreement between Shen Qiexing and Huang Nu... Lu Yixin sat with her knees drawn up to her chest, burying her head in her arms. "I didn't know either."
"There are still some questions about the Forest Clan that I don't understand, and I don't know the answers to those questions."
"Maybe this answer will lock me in Mi Tianze for the rest of my life, but I can't help it. I will never disobey my grandfather, never."
This ambiguous answer did not satisfy Baozhu, and she frowned in dissatisfaction. "But the God wants to be with you forever."
Hearing her say that, Lu Yixin raised her head and stared into Baozhu's eyes, as if trying to find something in them, but she ultimately did not find what she was looking for and had to give up.
“Miss Baozhu, do you know that I feel the same way?” she smiled. “I really, really want to be with him.”
“But should I give up the Sen Clan because of my own little love? Even though the four major clans have reconciled now, I can’t forget the innocent people of my clan that he and Su Yunyu and the other three slaughtered at the Sen Clan’s celebration ceremony two years ago. If I’m with him, what will happen to those people? Miss Baozhu, what do you want them to think of me?”
"If sacrificing my own personal feelings can bring peace and well-being to the Sen tribe, I would be more than willing."
It's all a lie.
Yun Xinglan could clearly hear her heart screaming "No!"
Baozhu stammered, unsure of what else to say, just as An Ziyi returned with Qiu Yu, breaking the awkward atmosphere.
"Grandpa," Lu Yixin wiped away her tears and gave a pleading smile, "Do you have a way to save him?"
Qiu Yu first felt Shen Qiexing's pulse, breathed a sigh of relief, and bowed. "Miss Lu, don't worry, the God is fine. He just overexerted too much magic power and his body couldn't handle it, so he fainted. As for these wounds, they are just superficial injuries and will heal with some ointment."
That's good, that's good...
“Master Qiu, do you have any ointment on you?” Baozhu said, “Let’s use it on Miss Lu first. Miss Lu was also injured quite a bit while saving the crazed God.”
It would have been better if she hadn't mentioned it, because it was only after she brought it up that Lu Yixin belatedly realized that she was experiencing waves of stinging pain all over her body.
"Yes, yes." Qiu Yu took out a palm-sized porcelain bottle from his bosom and handed it to Lu Yixin. "Miss Lu, pour out the medicine and apply it thickly to the wound. It will heal in a few days. If you run out, please come back to me for more."
Lu Yixin did not refuse, and raised the corners of her lips, "Then I will write about Patriarch Qiu."
“Miss Deer, there’s no need for you to thank me,” Qiu Yu said with a chuckle as he fed Shen Qiexing an unknown pill. “If anyone should thank you, it should be me thanking the God.”
"If the God hadn't offered to marry into the Dragon Palace in place of my youngest daughter back then, I probably would have been separated from my daughter by death."
Marry on behalf of...?
Lu Yixin looked at Shen Qiexing in horror. What had he been doing in the Tianpin Sea during the two years he was away?
Qiu Yu, oblivious to the distorted expression on her face, continued, "It's all thanks to Miss Baozhu, otherwise the Divine Lord would probably have been defiled by that Su Han Yuan..."
Please stop talking! Baozhu was exasperated.
Lu Yixin was furious. She stood up abruptly, clenching her fists. "Where is that Su Hanyuan? I'm going to settle the score with him!"
"Don't worry, Miss Lu, everything's alright now," Baozhu glanced at Qiu Yu. "Su Hanyuan has already died at the hands of the God. How could the God let someone like him go?"
As soon as Shen Qiexing woke up, he heard them talking about him.
"Heart Heart..."
The pain in my body has been greatly reduced, which should be due to the pearl powder, a secret medicine of the clam tribe.
"Brother Qiexing, are you feeling alright? Is there anything wrong?" Lu Yixin's doe eyes lit up. "Thanks to this Patriarch Qiu! Brother Qiexing, you should thank him properly."
Qiu Yu waved her hand with a smile, while Shen Qiexing chuckled softly, "Of course I can."
About two hours later, the people of the three clans gradually woke up and came out of seclusion one by one.
"I feel so much lighter!"
"Yes, my cultivation level is now close to the god level, all thanks to the dragon race's reverse scale."
The group floated on the sea, chatting and laughing. Lu Yixin was afraid that Shen Qiexing would be sad, so she took his hand and looked at him with concern, only to receive a relieved smile in return.
He didn't care about any of that.
He would feel immense pleasure if he could absolve even the slightest bit of the dragon race's sins.
“Let’s go back, Xin Xin,” he said, intertwining his fingers with Xiao Lu’s and gently kissing the back of her hand. “Let’s go back to Mi Tianze. Didn’t you say there were still things you didn’t understand?”
“I will wait for you here until you return,” her sea-blue eyes overflowing with tenderness. “I’m saying goodbye before I go to the mortal world.”
“Okay,” Lu Yixin gave him a deep look, “Then, see you later.”
"See you later."
—
When Lu Yixin and the Sen tribesmen returned with Shi Xu and Lang Ruo, the Sen King was sitting on his throne, having already passed away some time ago.
The once vibrant vines on the throne are now yellowed and worn, crumbling at the slightest touch, with black powdery leaves remaining on the ground, which vanishes with a gust of wind.
On his desk was a will, held down by a paperweight. Lu Yixin picked it up and read it line by line.
The notice was issued to the entire clan so that all members would be informed.
I will die on the fifteenth of May, and I have no regrets.
I am the king of the Forest Clan, and I believe that I have never done anything wrong in my life. I do not wish to betray the good intentions of my predecessors, so I have done my best to govern the Forest Clan. My greatest wish is for the Forest Clan to be peaceful and prosperous. However, Heaven does not grant my wish, and the Forest Clan has fallen into chaos. I know that I have no face to meet my predecessors in the afterlife, and my death is inevitable.
I have chosen my successor as the next King of the Forest Clan, and that will be Lu Yixin, a member of my clan from the Fairy Deer Clan. He is intelligent and steady, and capable of shouldering the heavy responsibility of revitalizing the Forest Clan. I believe that all the people of the clan have witnessed his deeds, and some would say that he is the most suitable person to be the King of the Forest Clan, or at least superior to me.
At this point, I have nothing more to say. Reflecting on my life, it seems I have accomplished nothing for the Sen tribe. In my twilight years, I only wish that future kings will not fail in their expectations and that their achievements will far surpass mine. If so, I will die without regret.
All Linliu.
Du Lin is the name of the Forest King.
However, after inheriting this position, few people remember his name anymore.
Three days later, Lu Yixin hurriedly attended the succession ceremony. She listened to Shi Xu read something in a daze, as if she couldn't understand a single word. She could only see his lips moving.
In the end, the person who least wanted to sit on the throne of the Forest King still succeeded to the throne.
Having just taken office, she had many things to deal with and couldn't spare the time to attend to anything else. Just as she was working her third consecutive all-nighter, Shi Xu finally couldn't bear to watch any longer and whispered, "Your Majesty, go and rest."
Lu Yixin paused, then asked in confusion, "Brother Shixu, what did you call me?"
For a moment, he was speechless.
On this most ordinary night, the girl sat on the throne, covered her face with her hands, and burst into tears.
The vines bound her to a small space, rendering her unable to move.
—
Tomorrow will be the thirtieth day since he parted ways with the Little Deer Fairy. Shen Qiexing looked out the window at the deep sea without saying a word.
Why hasn't she come looking for him yet...?
If she doesn't come by tomorrow, he will have to break their agreement. The Phoenix Maiden has given him a month, and he cannot disobey her.
“Of course I hope the deity can stay a few more days,” Baozhu said, placing the tray on the table and absentmindedly kicking a pebble. “But Miss Lu isn’t the kind of person who goes back on her word. Something must have gone wrong in the Sen tribe.”
"Hey, what do you think?" She nudged An Ziyi with her elbow.
An Ziyi shook her head almost imperceptibly. "I don't know. Maybe you're right."
Good heavens, she shouldn't have expected him to say anything; he's practically a block of wood!
"This is so boring!" Baozhu said angrily, picking up the tray. "I'm not talking to you anymore. I'm going to deliver medicine to the God!"
"Precious Pearl".
She had just taken a step when An Ziyi called out to her from behind. She turned around impatiently, "What else is it?"
“If, I mean if,” An Ziyi took a deep breath, clenching her sweaty palms, “if one day I have to leave you, I will take you with me.”
My breathing suddenly became erratic.
Baozhu opened her mouth helplessly, then grabbed the tray and fled in panic.
Strange, why is my face burning?
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