Chapter 463: Please, Just Ascend Already

Gu Xiangsi burst into laughter. “Of course I’m happy! Hehehe. Cuihua is off on a mission, Master has no time to watch over us, and not even Abbess Jiunan is around. No one can stop us from being together anymore.”

She affectionately leaned close, yet there was not a hint of love in her eyes. She had only developed a dependence on Ye Wenxin after losing her brother. Ye Wenxin was well aware of this, which was why she would never have any ideas about Gu Xiangsi.

Even though Gu Xiangsi was a female lead character, Ye Wenxin didn’t want to capture everyone around her. She knew that no matter how good her stamina was, it wasn’t limitless.

As these thoughts crossed her mind, Ye Wenxin subconsciously touched her back, only to realize that the sharp pain she’d felt the last night had vanished. Alarmed, she quickly pulled Gu Xiangsi to a corner and asked her to check if she still had the tattoo on her back.

Despite her confusion, Gu Xiangsi examined Ye Wenxin’s back carefully. She let out a gasp.

“It’s beautiful!”

Ye Wenxin was baffled. Previously, she wouldn’t call the scattered peach blossoms on her back beautiful. So when she heard Gu Xiangsi praising her like that, it made Ye Wenxin think she was simply admiring her back. With a serious tone, she said, “I asked you to check the tattoo, not admire my back.”

Gu Xiangsi felt slightly wronged and explained, “But it’s on your back. There’s this huge peach blossom tree now. Sis, when did you modify the tattoo? It’s gorgeous! It looks like a real peach blossom tree has grown on your back.”

The strange description sent shivers down Ye Wenxin’s spine. She hastily pulled out a mirror and made Gu Xiangsi hold it, turning her head as much as she could to catch the reflection of her own back.

Indeed, she saw a dazzling peach blossom tree on her back, seemingly full of life. It was sprawled across her entire back like it symbolized some sort of transformation.

Ye Wenxin sucked in a breath at the sight, and she drew on Celestial Master Zhong’s memories. Certain supernatural entities, like parasites, could feed on the life force of their hosts. After seeing this peach blossom tree, Ye Wenxin suspected that the peach blossom demon had chosen the cruelest way to exact its revenge.

Ye Wenxin fell into silence, finally understanding the cause of her fatigue from the previous day, and the weakened state of the thousand-year-old peach blossom tree. The peach blossom demon had attached itself to her, draining her energy.

If Celestial Master Zhong’s memories were correct, the parasitic peach blossom demon would completely drain her soon. A bitter smile tugged at her lips.

However, Gu Xiangsi, unaware of Ye Wenxin’s inner turmoil, kept asking about the origins of the peach blossoms. Ye Wenxin’s mood fell. She claimed she was tired and returned to Fairy Fengya’s tent to rest. It wasn’t just because Fairy Fengya’s tent was away from the hubbub, but also because Fairy Fengya never pried into others’ matters.

Ye Wenxin spent the day searching through the inherited memories for any clues regarding possession curses, but she got nothing. She glanced at the female lead, Fairy Fengya, who seemed utterly unaffected by anything. She said in a very aggrieved tone, “Xiao Fengfeng, I think I’m dying.”

Fairy Fengya seemed startled by the unpleasant nickname. She opened her eyes immediately after hearing it, and wore a cool expression, though her gaze showed she didn’t like being called that way.

“I really am going to die. Ah, I never thought I’d only live to be fourteen.” Ye Wenxin sighed, feeling sad, and didn’t hesitate to snuggle up to Fairy Fengya, who had been meditating nearby.

Ye Wenxin knew that as the female lead, Fairy Fengya likely had all sorts of rare treasures. Even if she didn’t, her female lead halo would surely help Ye Wenxin overcome this crisis.

So, she mischievously nestled into Fairy Fengya’s embrace, otherwise known as ‘absorbing the female lead’s energy’.

Fairy Fengya remained unmoved.

As if she just snapped out of a trance, Fairy Fengya finally asked, “Why do you think you’re dying?”

Ye Wenxin shared a small part of her experience in the forest with Fairy Fengya. She looked pensive, and just when Ye Wenxin thought she might finally be reliable for once, Fairy Fengya seemed to realize something from Ye Wenxin’s recount. She calmly said, “No wonder I felt my cultivation improve quite a bit.”

Ye Wenxin almost spat blood, thinking Fairy Fengya was becoming increasingly shameless. With a bitter smile, she retorted, “Please, just ascend already!” Although she hadn’t overcome her Tribulation of Emotions, Fairy Fengya was absurdly overpowered, and still refused to leave this realm.

It made Ye Wenxin, supposedly the strongest in this realm, feel like she couldn’t even enjoy her own freedom.

“I’m still waiting for you,” Fairy Fengya replied, looking at Wenxin as if she had just said something profoundly terrifying.

“Wait for me? To suffer with you in the next realm? No thanks!” Ye Wenxin shook her head decisively. The idea of ascending together with someone sounded fine, but that someone definitely shouldn’t be Fairy Fengya.

“……”

Fairy Fengya went silent once again, seemingly unable to respond after Ye Wenxin’s blunt refusal. Fairy Fengya wasn’t used to expressing emotions, and frankly, she never had to convey her feelings to anyone. But now, she was stuck.

Fairy Fengya: Why would she refuse me? Zhu Ling. Didn’t you say no one could reject me?

Great-Grandma: Mistress, I did tell you she’s your Tribulation of Emotions. It’s not supposed to be this easy.

Great-Grandma still felt perpetually exhausted, wondering how her casual words from back then had convinced Fairy Fengya so completely. And, even after she told her the truth, Fairy Fengya only believed that one false statement, frustrating Great-Grandma half to death.

She almost felt like crying when Fairy Fengya still asked her about it. She couldn’t understand how she had ended up with such an odd mistress, nor how her mistress had encountered such a weird girl.

Meanwhile, Ye Wenxin remained unaware of Fairy Fengya’s interactions with Great-Grandma. Her own worries resurfaced as she watched the silent Fairy Fengya.

“What do I do? I’m going to die…”

“I’ve heard hell has eighteen levels. If you die, I can give it a try.” Fairy Fengya changed her approach, but her suggestion brought heavy silence into the tent.

Ye Wenxin didn’t bother saying anything, and she snuggled even closer, planning to delve deeper into Celestial Master Zhong’s memories while in this woman’s arms. However, as she explored further, she stumbled upon a strange memory.

In the memory, there was a little girl who bore a striking resemblance to Fairy Fengya, but her eyes were filled with unmistakable hatred, sharp and fierce as a wolf’s.

It seemed while she was searching through the memories in Fairy Fengya’s arms, she accidentally brought that face with her, triggering some memories of Celestial Master Zhong and Fairy Fengya.