Alone, Beautifully – Chapter 116
by Little PandaMy Wife (28)
“I will protect you.”
Xu Jiao withdrew her wistful thoughts and wanted to see the Three-Life Stone again, but she found it covered by a layer of blood-red light.
She couldn’t see clearly what that red light was; she only felt an instinctive sense of foreboding in her heart. After all, she had been with Zheng Zhiyu for a long time. Although she couldn’t perform any profound Taoist techniques, she still had some understanding of these mystical concepts in Taoism.
This was blood evil energy.
Why was such dense evil energy covering Zheng Zhiyu?
As if responding to her thoughts, the image on the Three-Life Stone began to rapidly rewind, allowing Xu Jiao to clearly see that the woman who had once killed her actually had a child at home.
That child, from the moment he was born, listened to his mother’s murmurs. He was then sent to the side of a wandering person who was proficient in Buddhist and Taoist teachings. Before he left, his mother instructed him:
“My son, when you have learned and returned, I want you to lift this curse for our family.”
The boy promised well on his face, but as the scene shifted, it showed him, after his master had passed away, inheriting his master’s treasures and using various methods to prolong his own life.
The weasel that had cursed their family had already become a half-immortal. This life curse was naturally vicious; even though he received his master’s careful protection, after turning thirty, he would face a deadly tribulation every year that was difficult to overcome.
Now that his master was gone, it became even harder for him to live.
In order to extend his life, he began to spare no effort, killing thousand-year-old monsters to obtain inner elixirs for his own longevity, and setting up grand formations to exchange the lifespans of others for his own, all for those wealthy families, entangling himself in endless cause and effect.
Xu Jiao watched him grow day by day until a hint of familiarity surfaced in his features.
This…
It seems like that bald man when he was young? But upon closer inspection, it doesn’t quite match. Is it that she has seen too much of the evil bald man, so she feels that everyone looks like something bad?
She frowned, not knowing why the Three-Life Stone was showing her this. Could it be that Zheng Zhiyu would still have some connection with this family later?
Just as her doubts arose, the image on the Three-Life Stone changed. The bald man’s actions were known among the practitioners of metaphysics, and everyone avoided him, unwilling to be entangled in this karma. During the time when rumors were rampant, he calmly returned to his hometown.
It turned out his mother was gravely ill.
The monk returned, sending his closest kin off for the last time at her bedside. At this moment, the woman’s face was full of frost; the fleeting fear and regret from when she had killed Xu Jiao with a kitchen knife could no longer be found on her. She watched helplessly as her husband died of tuberculosis, coughing blood for three months, ultimately leaving in a state unrecognizable as a human.
Recalling that scene, thinking of her current appearance on the sickbed, tormented by illness, she also remembered the appearance of the weasel that had cursed her family—
The sick woman grasped the arm of the person in front of the bed tightly, squeezing out a sentence from her throat:
“My son…”
“My son, you must live a long life… Mother wants you to live a long life…”
To survive.
Cannot let that curse come true; must become that immortal.
The bald man let her hold on, and after a long time, he said, “Alright.”
He would live a long life.
Unfortunately, the methods of borrowing life and extending life only last for several decades. If one wants to achieve longevity, whether through food supplementation or formations, the materials required are quite extraordinary.
The image on the Three-Life Stone skipped again.
This time, Xu Jiao saw him confronting Zheng Zhiyu; the monk seemed to have aged a bit more. He faced off against Zheng Zhiyu for killing a dragon that had already gained intelligence in the mountains—
This time, Xu Jiao caught a glimpse of Zheng Zhiyu; she seemed unchanged, still wearing that youthful appearance.
However, she was still dressed in that wedding dress.
It seemed she didn’t feel anything strange about herself at all.
If there was any difference compared to before, it was that the expression on her face appeared much calmer, as if she had already comprehended the affairs of the world. Holding a whisk in her hand, she faced the monk and said in a calm tone:
“This dragon has transformed from a snake, suffering the pain of shedding its skin. Since gaining intelligence, it has never committed any heinous acts and has even saved my life. I am here to repay the favor.”
The monk had a string of prayer beads hanging around his neck, and he was stepping on the dragon’s head, calmly locking eyes with Zheng Zhiyu. After a few seconds, a mocking smile appeared on his face:
“I have heard of a high practitioner of the mountain lineage who did good deeds throughout his life but was unable to save a single family, allowing that family to suffer from the curse of evil spirits, unable to end well, with their bloodline destined to be cut off within three generations… I wonder if this fellow Taoist knows of this matter?”
Upon hearing him mention this, Zheng Zhiyu first frowned, then looked at this person who seemed peaceful but whose features revealed an indescribable ferocity. After a few seconds, she realized his identity through physiognomy.
“So it’s you…”
Thinking of that family, she thought of her beloved Xu Jiao who had died because of this matter.
The monk casually glanced at her attire and understood Zheng Zhiyu’s obsession. Shaking his head, he revealed a subtle smile and said:
“Our fate and calamity have long been predetermined.”
“Now, in this narrow road, it seems we must determine a victor.”
“Very well, let me see if my original intention is steadfast enough to attain the path of longevity—”
Xu Jiao’s heart in front of the Three-Life Stone tightened.
Can Zheng Zhiyu defeat this monk?
Soon, the Three-Life Stone presented the result before her, allowing Xu Jiao to see the wounded and bloodied Zheng Zhiyu, pierced through the heart by a prayer bead, with blood all around her.
The color of the red clothing deepened significantly.
Xu Jiao’s eyes widened in shock!
How could this be?
The same thought arose in the mind of the person she was with, but at the same time, there was more of a sense of sorrow.
What had they done wrong?
The weasel had entangled with that scholar, committing extremely cruel acts. When the woman cried out for help to go up the mountain, both of them couldn’t bear to see the evil wreaking havoc in the world, so they thought to help guide the other. Who knew the weasel had a deep obsession and would rather sacrifice all its cultivation than let them live in peace.
That would be one thing.
The woman initially only sought to exorcise the evil. But when she discovered that the man’s ancestors had committed sins, which led to today’s retribution, the couple did not reflect on themselves. Instead, they sought to reconcile with that yellow immortal, venting all their grievances onto Xu Jiao and Zheng Zhiyu, who had come to help but did not achieve a satisfactory result.
Xu Jiao had already died because of this matter.
Why must Zheng Zhiyu also pay with her life?
Where did this go wrong?
Should they have never gotten entangled in this karmic sin from the start?
The pale soul in front of the Three-Life Stone let out a cry of despair; she did not want to see her beloved fall on this grand path. She wanted to remind Zheng Zhiyu to avoid this calamity.
But how could the soul of a deceased person escape from the underworld?
Passing by the Three-Life Stone, having seen her own life and the life of the person she cared for, was equivalent to peering into the future. This was against the laws of the mortal realm; the secrets of heaven are not for everyone to see. If every soul returned to the earthly world with such understanding of the unknown, wouldn’t it throw everything into chaos?
Therefore, all souls that passed by the Three-Life Stone had to drink Meng Po soup, forgetting everything from this life, as well as all they had seen on the Three-Life Stone.
This half-human, half-fox creature was also quite clever; knowing it was difficult to escape the underworld, she did not think of breaking out in a straightforward manner. Instead, she recalled the stories about the underworld she had heard while following Zheng Zhiyu and sought to sneak through a loophole.
But she failed.
The King of Hell was aware of this matter. Originally, her name recorded in the Book of Life and Death meant she would immediately be reincarnated into the next life, still as a human. However, due to the crime of attempting to escape the underworld, she was to be thrown into the Eighteen Layers of Hell and serve a sentence of fifty years.
But Xu Jiao could not wait fifty years.
The passage of time in the underworld is not the same as in the mortal realm. She could hardly believe that if she were late, the outcome would be dire. The image of Zheng Zhiyu lying in a pool of blood constantly reminded her, urging her to go quickly.
Finding Zheng Zhiyu became her only obsession.
She suffered immensely in hell, and many times, those torturous hardships made her forget everything. For a long time, she forgot who she was and what person she was looking for, only fixating on wanting to escape, wanting to get out of hell.
In this dazed state, she gradually became a Ghost King.
Only one step away from becoming a Ghost Immortal.
In such a state, she unexpectedly found an entrance from the depths of the Eighteen Layers of Hell and entered the Hungry Ghost Path, emerging from the belly of the ghost mother of the Hungry Ghost Path. After enduring tribulations, she returned to the human realm. Sitting in a secluded mountain in the human world, it took her several days and nights to finally remember what she needed to do.
To find Zheng Zhiyu.
To help her become an immortal.
Xu Jiao did not know if she was the first ghost to escape from the underworld in thousands of years. She knew she could never go back; having reversed the rules, she would not be allowed to be reincarnated again.
If she died in the human realm, her soul would immediately disperse, and there would be no next life.
But she was not afraid; she only wanted to find Zheng Zhiyu and help her become an immortal.
There is an ancient saying: “Love arises without knowing its origin, and once it runs deep, it is unwavering.” This referred to Xu Jiao in her past life, this being that was neither human, nor demon, nor ghost, who, driven solely by love, resolutely traversed the Eighteen Layers of Hell and endured the most painful and difficult path of the Hungry Ghosts, ultimately returning to the human realm. If one were to ask how much she loved Zheng Zhiyu, perhaps she herself wouldn’t feel it was anything special.
But just by looking at the things she did, who could not say that her love was deep?
Even the usually indifferent Xu Jiao, having gone through this experience, found herself feeling empathy, buried under many sighs.
Enduring in the desolate mountains and treacherous waters of the Hungry Ghost Path.
Upon returning to the human realm, Xu Jiao no longer knew what day it was.
She didn’t even know if she could catch up with Zheng Zhiyu during that great life-and-death calamity.
In the end, she could only rely on the divination techniques she had learned while with Zheng Zhiyu to calculate how to reunite with her. Fortunately, after the results came out, she found that she could still make it.
A gentle breeze blew through the mountains.
At that moment, both Zheng Zhiyu and the monk, who were in confrontation, sensed the chill in the wind simultaneously. For some reason, the monk’s expression changed, and he said to her, “So it is… gaining the Way brings assistance… perhaps this is fate…”
Zheng Zhiyu’s understanding was a beat slow.
In any case, she had to admit that this monk, who was constantly threatened by life and death, was more profound in terms of techniques and power compared to herself. After all, if he couldn’t obtain those heavenly treasures to extend his life, it would basically mean a direct declaration of waiting for death.
In resisting the bloodline curse, without some skill, he would have long since met his demise due to the curse, so how could he have lived to this day?
He was not ignorant of everything; he simply had to give up many things for the obsession of surviving. Now that he sensed his fortune suddenly shifting from abundance to decline, combined with the chilling wind that had just passed by, he guessed that something was coming to help Zheng Zhiyu.
The skills and physical strength of the two were not lacking—
Originally, the monk had a guaranteed winning move, but due to this gust of wind, it was affected. Zheng Zhiyu’s formation on the whisk struck him directly, injuring his soul.
The dragon glanced at Zheng Zhiyu gratefully, taking advantage of the monk’s injury to drag its severely wounded body underground and hide itself.
Clearly, Xu Jiao had done nothing, yet the monk’s face quickly turned ashen.
Having lost this dragon pill, he might not be able to find such a suitable medicinal guide within his remaining time. Without the medicine, when the next calamity arrived, combined with the sins he had committed over the years, he would undoubtedly die.
Zheng Zhiyu, however, had no time to care about his feelings.
She stared fixedly at Xu Jiao, who had reappeared before her, as if she couldn’t believe it. For a moment, she didn’t know how the other had appeared here. Did Xu Jiao remember her after being reincarnated?
No.
The overwhelming yin energy emanating from the other clearly told her the answer.
Her beloved had not been reincarnated, nor had she entered the cycle of life and death.
Zheng Zhiyu had already calculated that she would face this great calamity today. She only thought that if she could cross through it, then she would; if she couldn’t, then after her death, she would return to the underworld to find Xu Jiao in her next life. It would be wonderful if they could be a pair of earthly mandarin ducks together.
What was the point of seeking immortality?
But…
Who could tell her why someone who had already gone to the underworld would appear here?
She had a bellyful of questions to ask, but her gaze caught sight of the monk, and the words that were on the tip of her tongue were all swallowed back, ultimately becoming just a sigh:
“You’re injured in your soul and need to rest for a few months.”
“You can go; I won’t do anything to you. Whether or not you cross the threshold of life and death is determined by fate.”
This monk had his own karmic ties.
She would not get involved.
Zheng Zhiyu had already achieved her goal of saving that dragon and would not do anything further. Even though this monk had done many inhumane and despicable things that deserved to be hunted down and exterminated, as long as he did not cross her path, she would not arbitrarily take his life.
After all, this had nothing to do with her.
Hearing her words, the monk looked at her with a pale face. After a moment, he lowered his head and said softly, “I originally calculated that today would be half good and half bad. I thought I was fully prepared, but who knew that human plans are not as good as heaven’s plans…”
“Very well, I have been fighting against fate since the day I was born; now I’m just fighting one more time.”
“We shall meet again someday.”
When Zheng Zhiyu heard his final words, she couldn’t help but narrow her eyes. She had no desire to meet this kind of person again; after all… their paths were different, and they should not conspire together.
But the monk had already turned and left.
Only Xu Jiao and Zheng Zhiyu remained in place.
Xu Jiao smiled at her and said, “Fortunately, I made it in time…”
However, Zheng Zhiyu’s expression changed drastically as she felt the overwhelming yin energy emanating from her. She formed a hand seal and began to calculate the reason for Xu Jiao’s appearance. After a while, the shock in her eyes grew even stronger:
“You’ve gone mad? You actually came from—”
Before she could finish her sentence, she was already embraced.
The girl, without knowing when, had already grown as tall as her. However, the once warm body was now completely cold. That person hugged her and buried her face in her shoulder, saying with relief:
“Fortunately, I made it in time.”
Zheng Zhiyu was taken aback by this bold and sudden embrace. She wanted to say something, but the other person released her hold as if nothing had happened and, with a shy yet determined expression, said to her: “I’ve made up my mind.”
“I want to accompany you like this.”
“I want to watch you become an immortal.”
Since she could no longer return to the underworld, she would not push for it. Xu Jiao knew that this person who shared her name had no intention of going back once she had come out, and she was not afraid at all of the outcome of her soul dispersing. All she wanted was for Zheng Zhiyu to be safe and sound, free from calamity, and to become an immortal like this.
Upon hearing her words, the whisk that Zheng Zhiyu had been holding tightly during the fight began to tremble slightly.
It was not the whisk that was shaking.
It was her hand, her heart that was trembling.
How could she not know what Xu Jiao had sacrificed for her?
This person actually foolishly ran out from the underworld after enduring hardship, sacrificing all of her future just to help her through a death calamity.
How could she bear to see her obsession fade away, ultimately leading to her soul dispersing?
Zheng Zhiyu raised her hand and fiercely pinched Xu Jiao’s cheek, scolding, “Fool.”
The cold fingers pinching her belonged to a girl who had already become a Ghost King, yet she showed no awareness of having become someone formidable. She mumbled in rebuttal, “Not a fool…”
What part of liking you was foolish?
In the next moment, Zheng Zhiyu pulled her into an embrace.
This hug lasted far too long.
Long enough for the person being hugged to finally remember that she was filled with ghostly energy. Even though Zheng Zhiyu had cultivated for many years and had more yang energy than ordinary people, it was still not suitable for her to be in contact for too long. So she raised her hand to push her away, but it didn’t work.
She racked her brains and subconsciously recalled the topics they had discussed in the past to try to divert the other’s attention. “I… I’ll show you—”
Just as the words were on the tip of her tongue, she suddenly stopped.
She remembered that during her time in the Hungry Ghost Path, her tail had accidentally become entangled with the Evil Ghost King. To save her life, she had no choice but to sever her own tail to escape.
But this was fine too; at least she no longer looked like that strange creature that was neither human nor demon.
Upon hearing this familiar beginning from her, Zheng Zhiyu couldn’t help but smile for some reason. Her voice carried a hint of tenderness as she gently asked, “Show me your tail? Alright, let me see if you’ve become so formidable that you’ve cultivated a few more tails, like that Nine-Tailed Celestial Fox.”
Meeting her slightly expectant gaze, the already pale-eyed girl’s eyes shifted, and her voice suddenly changed content: “I’ll show you the spells I can do now! The tail… I won’t show you the tail!”
Zheng Zhiyu raised her eyebrows, leisurely crossing her arms and allowing the young girl to showcase her many ghostly techniques.
Clearly, she was a powerful Ghost King, but in Zheng Zhiyu’s eyes, she still seemed like the timid, adorable girl she once was, even needing to show off her mastery of simple techniques right in front of her.
She watched Xu Jiao summon clusters of green ghostly flames, each containing a relatively formidable ghost—these were the most powerful ghosts within a hundred-mile radius.
Zheng Zhiyu raised her eyebrows as she saw her gather the ghosts and then wave her hand to disperse them. Faced with the pride and eagerness for praise in those eyes, her breath momentarily caught.
Clearly…
Having endured so much suffering, how was she able to maintain such an innocent demeanor in front of her?
Zheng Zhiyu felt a bit of pain in her chest. She stepped forward a couple of paces and pressed the person in her arms closer to her. Xu Jiao, who was being hugged, tilted her head, as if sensing her emotions, and asked somewhat confusedly:
“I’m back; aren’t you happy?”
Zheng Zhiyu’s throat moved. In fact, she wanted to say that she missed her very much and also wanted to scold this girl for stubbornly returning to the human realm when she was so close to reincarnation. She didn’t deserve to pay the price of her soul dispersing for her.
But in the end, none of those words came out. She simply followed Xu Jiao’s lead and replied:
“Happy.”
She said, “I’m extremely happy.”
Upon hearing Zheng Zhiyu say this, the person being embraced smiled a little and, feeling somewhat shy, leaned into her arms. She secretly hooked her finger around Zheng Zhiyu’s red belt and said softly:
“I’m happy too.”
“Let me accompany you like this, alright?”
She had some other words she didn’t say.
Afraid of making Zheng Zhiyu angry.
She wanted to say that she didn’t want any next life of reincarnation. She feared that in the next life, she wouldn’t be able to see her again, and there would be no place to continue their previous connection. So let it be like this; what’s the point of complicated reincarnation? If her memories were wiped clean and she started anew, would she still be the same person who encountered Zheng Zhiyu?
No.
That would be another person.
She cherished this connection so much that if it were to break, what would be the point of her wandering aimlessly through reincarnation?
Some people are destined to live brilliantly like summer flowers. If they were to live ordinary lives, it would be better to kill them. They are like moths; if they have never seen the brilliance of flames, it’s one thing, but once they do, they would rather be shattered to pieces than not pursue that light and warmth.
Xu Jiao’s previous life was also such a person.
While the two were confiding in each other,
In another place.
The monk, whose soul was injured, walked along while calculating. The stars in the sky were completely obscured by a thick layer of dark clouds. The results he could originally deduce using the power of the stars suddenly seemed intentionally shrouded by heavenly secrets, and he couldn’t calculate anything at all.
Not being able to calculate meant that the dangers were unknown.
It seemed that he could not escape his calamity.
With each step he took forward, his appearance aged a little more, as if all the accumulated vitality had dissipated with those steps.
By the time he reached the sixth step, he was swaying, looking extremely aged, as if he no longer had the strength to move forward.
A smile appeared on his face as he murmured, “Is heaven going to kill me?”
As soon as the words left his mouth, a beggar stumbled out from the roadside, as if being chased by someone. His eyes were unclear, and he ran straight into the monk.
The monk fell to the ground but a look of joy flashed across his face. Without waiting for the beggar to scramble up in fear, he clawed with his five fingers—
Reaching for the beggar’s crown of the head.
In the Buddhist sect, there is a practice where the understanding of Buddhist teachings is conveyed through the technique of anointing, allowing the practitioner’s lifetime of learning and cultivation to be quickly transferred into the body of the recipient. This emphasizes a gradual approach, of course, but a forceful transfer is also possible—though the recipient would experience immense pain.
At that moment, the beggar rolled his eyes back, and his entire body began to tremble violently. Before long, the shaking stopped, and he seemed to have fainted; this was a manifestation of being unable to endure.
The original dark clouds had obscured the monk’s chance to calculate his own fate, but now… it became a good opportunity for him to once again conceal heavenly secrets. He didn’t dare to transfer all his memories; he only passed on his life force and cultivation. In this way, it was as if he was transplanting flowers, occupying a nest that didn’t belong to him, transferring all of his cultivation to another person who hadn’t been cursed.
But he remained himself, while the beggar was no longer that beggar.
Sure enough—
When the dark clouds dispersed,
The monk’s body had already become like a dead, withered tree, rigid on the ground, a cold corpse. Meanwhile, the beggar, who had originally been stumbling, wiped the dirt from his face, revealing a countenance…
That was remarkably similar to the monk’s original appearance.
This was the change brought about by the transformation of souls.
However, Xu Jiao and Zheng Zhiyu were still unaware of all this.
The beggar, holding his crutch, walked forward, rhythmically tapping it on the ground. When the dark clouds cleared and the moon reappeared, his calculating motion came to a stop:
“Ghost King.”
“My next key to changing fate is actually the Ghost King.”
“Interesting.”
On the spot.
Xu Jiao heard Zheng Zhiyu’s words and couldn’t help but disperse her negative energy: “I won’t go.”
Her tone carried a hint of stubbornness.
Zheng Zhiyu, however, glanced at the sky and then quietly looked at her, simply saying two words: “Be obedient.”
The two silently stared at each other for a few seconds, as if engaged in an invisible confrontation.
In the end, it was the usually cold-tempered Zheng Zhiyu who gave in first. She spoke softly: “I know where your obsession lies, but I have already said that I will send you into reincarnation, to give you a new life. I keep my word—”
She could see that Xu Jiao was entirely supported by her obsession to become an immortal.
But if that determination were to fade, the other would directly turn to ashes before her eyes.
After all, it was against the laws of life and death; how could someone who came out from the underworld not face any consequences?
Ghosts have grievances and obsessions; the stronger the grievances and obsessions, the greater the power. Once the source of this obsession or grievance disappears or is resolved, the ghost will lose its obsession, and all the grievances will dissipate accordingly.
Without grievances, how could there be fierce ghosts?
Moreover, she could see that when Xu Jiao’s tail was severed, the soul that had merged with the fox spirit also became incomplete.
An incomplete soul cannot enter reincarnation.
Zheng Zhiyu didn’t want to see the worst outcome.
She wanted to send Xu Jiao to be reborn.
Thinking of this, she continued, “Don’t worry about the next life; I will accompany you.”
Upon hearing this, she thought the other would be moved by her promise, but unexpectedly, Xu Jiao shook her head: “I don’t want to… I know that my soul is incomplete. You are a cultivator, not the King of Hell; how can you send me to reincarnation?”
“I don’t want you to make such a great sacrifice for me. If that’s the case, what meaning would there be in my returning to the human realm?”
Zheng Zhiyu lowered her gaze: “I have my own methods; it’s better than you dissipating into nothing, foolish girl.”
Xu Jiao looked at her. Perhaps her grievances amplified her stubbornness; she was no longer as obedient as before. She just stood there without moving and eventually replied, “If you don’t say it, I won’t go.”
Zheng Zhiyu glanced at the sky above her head. After a while, she formed a hand seal and set up a formation, then said to Xu Jiao:
“What I mean by reincarnation is naturally different from the usual concept of reincarnation.”
“I want to find a family with a child who dies young, to continue their child’s fate. Of course, I cannot completely conceal this from heavenly secrets; your reincarnation in this life is destined not to be too peaceful. But don’t be afraid, I will watch over you.”
The method she proposed was quite simple.
She would calculate a family with a child who dies young, preferably one whose life would be extinguished shortly after birth, allowing Xu Jiao’s soul to enter and be reborn.
But this was considered “illegal reincarnation” that did not have the approval of the cycle of reincarnation, and the cost was not small.
So Zheng Zhiyu was already prepared.
She would take out one of her own souls and place it into Xu Jiao’s body to make up for her missing soul. At the same time, with Zheng Zhiyu losing one soul, she would be unable to be reborn or enter reincarnation. She would simply become a ghost cultivator, slowly cultivating her own soul.
Once she became an immortal as a ghost cultivator, and Xu Jiao had a new life, they would meet again—
This way, the two would have a new fate in the next life.
But this method is very dangerous.
However…
Humans are such greedy beings.
If one can have the best of both worlds, who would have the heart to choose the one that must be sacrificed?
Even Xu Jiao couldn’t help but look at her suspiciously: “You once told me not to do things that go against the rules, that it’s not good, that the karma would be bad.”
Zheng Zhiyu stroked her head and asked, “I did say that, but did you listen? Why didn’t you obediently enter reincarnation and instead come to find me?”
Xu Jiao fell silent, but before she was sent away by Zheng Zhiyu, she remembered something:
“We haven’t gotten married yet.”
She wanted to establish a bond of love for ten lifetimes with this person.
Never to be separated.
“One bow to heaven and earth.
Let love and hate kneel in the dust.
Then bow again to the thick earth.
I promise you a peaceful place.
Please keep a smile by your lips and teeth.
In the next life…
We shall meet again.”
Xu Jiao opened her eyes.
She remembered everything and understood everything.
Why Zheng Zhiyu doesn’t remember anything, and why she could naturally grasp various techniques as soon as she learned them—because… Zheng Zhiyu had placed that soul, which symbolized wisdom and carried memories, onto her body.
They brought their bond of love from one life to this life, to this troubled and disaster-prone existence.
They defied the heavenly path, so their fates were also full of hardships.
But no matter how difficult the world was, there would always be someone with a sincere heart to meet her.
Zheng Zhiyu honored their promise—
She came to Xu Jiao’s side when she was in danger, opening her eyes from that endless and arduous cultivation. Even though she hadn’t remembered anything yet, she instinctively knew to protect her.
This intention was like a spring breeze passing over the icy rivers and plains, silently melting the coldness of winter.
The ice cracked.
Trickling water flowed by.
It tinkled softly.
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