Hua Hong had no choice but to nod. “Yes, Hall Master. I will make sure to locate the Gathered Demon Jade before the wedding tomorrow.”
As Cang Shan and Heavenly Fire left, Fan Yue’s gaze darkened. They walked outside, pushing open the door, and saw A-Yue standing beneath a tree.
Fan Yue took a few steps forward.
“Why aren’t you resting? The demonic aura inside you…”
“The swamps of the abyss are always cold, and the sand is forever desolate. I lived alone there for a very, very long time. It’s been years since I last saw such warmth in the scenery.”
Fan Yue’s voice softened, a trace of regret unconsciously slipping from their lips.
“I took in the Gathered Demon Jade for you, drawing out the demonic energy inside you… so you could see the vast landscapes of the Three Realms.”
A-Yue shook her head.
“I have lived longer than most beings bound by the laws of the Three Realms. To me, it has been enough. The fact that I can no longer keep living—it no longer matters to me. I do not fear death; I only wanted to ask you…”
She turned her gaze toward Fan Yue.
“That woman, the one called Bai Shuo… is she very important to you?”
Fan Yue froze but did not respond.
“Is she more important than me?”
A-Yue’s expression had always been calm and indifferent, but at this moment, there was a trace of weakness and expectation in her eyes. That hope slowly turned into disappointment, which then faded into a bitter smile.
“Yes… you no longer remember me, nor do you remember the hundreds of thousands of years we spent together.”
A-Yue turned away and took a step forward. Fan Yue, almost instinctively, reached out and grabbed the girl’s wrist. She turned back in surprise.
“Fan Yue?”
“I do not remember anything from the past,” Fan Yue said. “But I do know that I want you to live. To live well. I will find the Gathered Demon Jade, no matter what, and ensure that you survive.”
Their gaze was unwavering, showing not a hint of doubt.
A-Yue’s unease faded, and she smiled, grasping Fan Yue’s hand. Fan Yue remained still, not pulling away.
“Alright,” A-Yue said softly. “Then I’ll give it a try—one more chance to live.”
The two of them exchanged smiles, their wine cups meeting in a silent toast, filled with warmth and unspoken emotion.
Later that night, A-Yue sat in her room, propping her chin against her palm as she gazed at the bright moon. Memories of what had just transpired lingered in her heart, her eyes filled with rare tenderness.
Just then, a gust of demon wind swept past, and a shadowy black figure appeared in the courtyard. The silhouette was cloaked in mist, its face obscured.
A-Yue’s expression changed as she abruptly stood up.
“Fan Yue is still in seclusion. Why did you suddenly appear?”
“I have come to remind you. Have you forgotten our agreement?”
A voice, as eerie as the drifting black mist, echoed with a warning.
“I have my own way of handling things. I don’t need your guidance.”
A-Yue replied coldly, her tone completely different from its usual soft and detached manner.
“Soft-hearted? Chasing after memories? Impossible. I never imagined that Fan Yue’s identity would remain hidden for so long—so he truly comes from the divine realm.”
“You really intend to make an enemy of the true gods? The gods have already noticed, and they won’t let you go.”
“So what if they are true gods? When the divine realm was in turmoil back then, how many of those high-and-mighty gods didn’t perish? If they could be destroyed once, they can die again.”
A chill crept into A-Yue’s heart, and her expression turned even colder.
“Who exactly are you? A mere Demi-God, yet you dare to challenge the divine race?”
The figure within the black mist let out a low chuckle.
“Who I am is no longer important. Whether you remember or not is irrelevant. What matters is that I helped you, and now you can finally see the sky once more. The agreed time is in one month—it will arrive soon. You should know very well… if you break our pact, there will be consequences.”
The shadowy figure within the black mist vanished, leaving A-Yue alone in the room.
Her gaze darkened, and after a moment of silence, she slowly uttered a name.
“Bai Shuo.”
Staring at the bright moon outside the window, her eyes were filled with chilling hostility.
“I waited for him… for tens of thousands of years. And you? What are you, to dare fight with me?”
At that moment, Bai Shuo was pulling Long Er along, moving stealthily along the outer courtyard of Lingquan Palace, where the group had stopped to rest.
“I’ll go scout things out first. Zhen Yu is inside.”
“Long Er, stay here and keep watch. I’ll be back soon.”
Seeing Bai Shuo about to slip inside with their illusion cloak, Long Er quickly grabbed them and pulled them back.
“Hey, little half-immortal, you’re not seriously thinking of…” Long Er hesitated before blurting out,
“You’re just going to walk in there and rob something from a Demi-God?”
“Do you think I’d be so reckless?” Bai Shuo shot him a glance.
“The Hall Master’s subordinate casually entered the house as if it was their own. Zhen Yu must be hiding something in there.”
“Well, that’s true…” Bai Shuo nodded and was about to continue moving toward the courtyard when Long Er interrupted again.
“Little half-immortal, have you lost your mind? Do you really think you’re invincible? You’re still young! Even if you’ve eaten Biyun Grass, at best, you’re just an immortal. Zhen Yu could crush you like an insect.”
UPD: I just found out that the novel has already been fully translated on another website, so you can continue reading it there (link). I’ve decided to drop it since it hasn’t been getting many views. Sorry for getting your hopes up!
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Thank you for putting up such good translations. Good luck for future projects!!
ReplyDeleteThank you! ❤️
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