Chapter 95

Chapter 95: She’s My Heart’s Desire, Amazing

Qingyu was a little embarrassed. She forcibly took Weiwei away and gently advised:

“Don’t do that. Brother doesn’t like eating rhizome fruit. You can’t force him.”

Weiwei sobbed: “Like… it.”

Sang Nian couldn’t stand the little girl crying. She secretly nudged Xie Chenzhou:

“Take it. If you don’t eat it, I will.”

Only then did Xie Chenzhou reluctantly reach out.

Weiwei immediately stopped crying and smiled, placing both fruits in his palm:

“Zhou… Zhou eat.”

Xie Chenzhou paused for a moment, clenched the fruits, and retracted his hand.

Only then did she follow Qingyu away.

Sang Nian said: “Will you eat it? If not, give it to me.”

Xie Chenzhou gave her both fruits.

She Guixued one:

“Half each, our feelings won’t fade.”

Xie Chenzhou smiled and took a bite.

The juice was sweet and refreshing.

It was a taste he had never experienced before, but it was inexplicably familiar.

He was slightly stunned.

Sang Nian wandered around the room, looking at the layout.

The house was made entirely of wood, not very big. There was a bed at the back, a table outside, and large windows on all sides.

She pushed open the western window. Outside was a small pond, with tall, emerald green wild grass growing around it, swaying gently in the breeze.

If it were night, a full moon reflected in the pond, and she sat by the window with someone she loved, drinking wine as the cool evening breeze blew and insects chirped, that would probably be the happiest thing in the world.

Sang Nian leaned against the window, took a deep breath, and felt light and peaceful from head to toe.

As if all her worries had vanished.

“The Realm of Guixu is such a good place,” she sighed. “I wish I could come here after I die.”

Xie Chenzhou walked over and stood beside her:

“You won’t die.”

Sang Nian shook her head and laughed, not responding.

Xie Chenzhou was silent for a moment, then repeated:

“You won’t die.”

“I know, I know,” Sang Nian said helplessly. “I won’t die. I’ll live to be a hundred years old, okay?”

“More than a hundred years,” he looked into her eyes stubbornly, “a thousand years, ten thousand years, forever, forever alive with me.”

Sang Nian was quiet for a moment, then patted his back:

“Let’s not talk about this. Look what I found.”

She showed him the torn piece of paper she had picked up.

Xie Chenzhou took it and looked down.

It was written in human language:

Don’t go out at night

The handwriting was hurried, and several strokes were crooked, as if the person was very emotional when writing.

“It’s Jing Xian’s handwriting,” Sang Nian said. “She must have written more than just this sentence. Let’s look for more and see if we can put it together.”

Xie Chenzhou: “Who is Jing Xian?”

Sang Nian: “My mother.”

She quickly told him about Jing Xian, then hesitated for a moment and asked:

“The Sect Master said she was involved with a member of the Shura Palace. Did you hear anything?”

Xie Chenzhou shook his head: “No.”

Sang Nian: “Alright, let’s find clues first. We’ll talk about the rest later.”

Xie Chenzhou turned around silently to search for the torn paper.

Sang Nian pretended not to notice the disappointment in his eyes.

She couldn’t give him any promises.

Whether it was living forever, or being with him forever

She couldn’t give him any of that.

Her home wasn’t here.

…

After a careful search, they found three more pieces of torn paper of different sizes.

Sang Nian looked at them one by one.

Don’t go out at night

Blood… disgusting

Sorry

It’s all a lie

Sang Nian stared at the words “It’s all a lie,” feeling as if a heavy stone was pressing down on her heart, making it difficult to breathe.

Xie Chenzhou said: “What lie are you referring to?”

Sang Nian silently took out the book:

“Look at the last page.”

Xie Chenzhou took it and skimmed through it, saying:

“It’s about the origin of the Zhuyu tribe? It’s no different from what’s written in other books.”

Soon, he noticed something was wrong:

“Who put a restriction on it?”

Sang Nian: “I want to know too.”

Xie Chenzhou frowned:

“These are just ordinary things. Why hide them?”

Sang Nian said word by word:

“Qingyu is a Zhuyu person, Weiwei is too, everyone in this village is.”

Xie Chenzhou’s fingers, gripping the book, tightened suddenly.

“The Ten Thousand Immortals League, they might have been lying through their teeth.”

Sang Nian said:

“This lie lasted for five hundred years, until Jing Xian came to the Realm of Guixu and discovered that everything was fake.”

Xie Chenzhou sneered:

“This is the immortal sect that everyone yearns for.”

Sang Nian rubbed her temples:

“Whether it’s what we think or not, I’ll know once I find a way to break the last restriction.”

If all the speculation was true, then Jing Xian’s cause of death would be obvious.

In this world, only the dead can keep secrets.

At noon, Qingyu came to their door again.

“We’re going to cut down trees to repair the bridge. Do you want to come with us?”

Sang Nian immediately agreed.

The villagers had already assembled, each holding an axe.

Seeing them come out, they all greeted them with smiles and handed Xie Chenzhou an axe.

Qingyu had two bamboo baskets hanging from her arm. She gave one to Sang Nian:

“They’re going to cut down trees. Let’s go pick rhizome fruit for dinner.”

Sang Nian quickly said:

“I’m very strong. I can go cut down trees with them.”

Qingyu shook her head: “It’s too dangerous.”

Sang Nian was puzzled.

What’s dangerous about cutting down a tree?

She followed the villagers eastward, arriving at the woods where they were cutting down trees. The place where they picked rhizome fruit was also here.

Sang Nian tried to chop the tree with an axe.

The trees here were of an unknown species, their wood as hard as iron. The axe didn’t even leave a mark when it hit.

She didn’t believe it and tried again with all her strength.

The hanging vines suddenly moved, whipping towards her with a gust of wind.

She quickly jumped back, narrowly avoiding it.

The Zhuyu people around her all ran away to avoid being hit.

Qingyu said worriedly:

“I told you, chopping trees is very dangerous. Let’s go pick fruit.”

It wasn’t really dangerous. This tree was far inferior to the demon kings outside.

Its strength was at most at the Foundation Establishment stage.

Sang Nian had an idea and motioned for Xie Chenzhou to stand further away.

Xie Chenzhou smiled and stepped back two steps, holding his arms and watching her chop the tree.

He didn’t forget to introduce her to the Zhuyu people beside him:

“She’s my heart’s desire, amazing.”

The Zhuyu person didn’t understand what he was saying and blinked in confusion.

However, another Zhuyu person saw Xie Chenzhou’s proud and joyful expression. They probably guessed what he meant and responded with a smile, babbling a few words.

Over there, Sang Nian threw away the axe, drew her long sword, took a deep breath, raised her wrist, and swung down.

“Bang!”

The tree, which had been waving its vines arrogantly, fell with a thud.

The Zhuyu people around her gasped in awe, their faces filled with admiration:

“You actually chopped down the divine tree that we’ve been chopping for three days in one go?!”

“Incredible! Incredible!!”

“Is this the power of humans?!”

“So powerful!”

Sang Nian: “Ah?”

She didn’t even use spiritual energy, she only relied on the power of the spirit sword itself.

She was… invincible?

Qingyu looked at her with bright eyes, her hands clasped tightly in front of her chest:

“Are all humans this powerful?”

Sang Nian couldn’t believe it:

“You have such strong innate spiritual energy, but you don’t cultivate?”

“Cultivate?” Qingyu was confused. “What’s that?”

Sang Nian used the spiritual energy stored in her body to conjure a small water dragon:

“It’s magic like this. You haven’t learned it?”

Qingyu honestly replied:

“We only know this”

She placed her hand on the stump of a tree that had been chopped in half. A pale green light glowed from her palm.

The broken end of the tree trunk was restored to its original state.

“This can also be used on injured rabbits. They will heal immediately.”

Qingyu didn’t forget to praise Sang Nian:

“You’re so amazing.”

Sang Nian felt a chill run down her spine.

She possessed spiritual energy comparable to a Grandmaster, had a stunning beauty, and a pure and innocent mind, yet she only knew healing magic.

The only difference between her and a child carrying gold through a busy market was that they were secluded in the mountains and not in the market.

But it was only a matter of time before someone coveted them.

And they had no power to resist.

The entire tribe was wiped out.