Chapter 105
“Hansu! Hansu! Mother...” Huai Yin held Hansu tightly, his eyes moist, filled with confusion as he looked at Ming Ji.
“Dry your tears. How can the Nine-Tailed Heavenly Fox Clan shed tears for lowly humans? Release her and leave her to me.” Ming Ji looked at him with impatience etched on her face.
“Mother, why?” Since finding his mother again, Huai Yin had revered her as a deity. Especially when he heard how she had fought alone against enemies to give birth to him, then lay severely injured for tens of thousands of years before awakening. Although it wasn’t his fault, he still felt guilty.
He looked at his father, who was so unreliable, yet had devoted all his energy to his mother, carefully tending to her without ever defying her.
Until... one day, by chance, he saw his mother sneak out secretly and return with a strange golden-furred fox. He accidentally overheard their conversation and was about to leave when he suddenly heard Hansu’s name...
His heart pounded wildly, an ominous premonition gripping him.
After that, his mother found more excuses to go out. He secretly followed her but dared not get too close, fearing she would notice. Just recently, he saw his mother injure Hansu and couldn’t help but interfere.
In the end, he still couldn’t let her go.
Ming Ji saw he was resolute and softened her tone, “Good child, this female cultivator is truly detestable. Hand her over to me. If you like someone like her, I can find you a hundred, even a thousand more—each far better than her.”
“No... Mother! I...” Huai Yin tried to argue but didn’t know how to speak to her. He could only hold Hansu tightly, refusing to let go.
Ming Ji’s displeasure deepened, her expression darkening. Sensing Rong Ling approaching, she knew if he arrived, years of effort would be in jeopardy. Resolute, she disregarded whether Huai Yin would be harmed and unleashed her power to forcibly extract Hansu’s soul from her body.
Huai Yin knew the severity of this move and, unable to resist, shielded her with his own body.
A blinding light flashed, and the two were suddenly taken away from her side.
“Ming Ji, what are you doing?”
Since that day when Rong Ling took Hansu away from the cave, he had never left. Undeniably, over these years he had grown fond of her. Yet this first deep feeling was met with coldness and even fear from her.
Having lived for tens of thousands of years without being undone by such a trivial matter, this time he allowed himself a moment of indulgence.
He never slept on the grand bed he had prepared that year before ascending. Though he recited the Supreme Forgetfulness Chant several times, her figure, her every smile and frown, remained vivid in his heart.
He lay on that bed, nursing a broken heart for the first time, and ended up sleeping for months.
In truth, his wound was not fully healed. Injured by Huayun that year, then sealed in the Celestial Palace by Xuanting, he only awaited Hansu’s arrival after thirty thousand years to save him.
Moreover, Hansu’s cultivation was too low compared to his, and the spiritual energy she transmitted was but a drop in the ocean. Fortunately, after years of recuperation, once he accepted Hansu’s energy, his body naturally began to operate and repair itself, restoring much of his strength in a few years.
But from that time on, he had been running around searching for the others, never paying attention to careful recovery. Even as an Earth Immortal, he couldn’t endure such repeated exhaustion. Hence, his long slumber.
Only while dreaming, lying on that carefully made Clear Heart Serenity Bed from years ago, did his hidden injuries heal to a large extent, allowing him to awaken.
Who knew that in just those few months, so much would be missed.
Opening the cave, he saw the Snow Spirit nearly turned to stone, having spent those dull months endlessly breathing fire and burning everything around the cave. He deeply regretted not asking her more questions then.
Clutching the All-Seeing Mirror and the Snow Spirit, he rushed at full speed to Hansu’s location, sending messages to Xuanting and Huayun. It seemed this matter would be settled today.
Yet upon arrival, he saw Hansu, pale as a corpse?!
Rong Ling’s heart raced, fearing he wouldn’t stop Ming Ji in time. Desperate, he used a remote grasping technique to bring both of them close.
Up close, his heart twisted painfully.
Hansu’s clothes were torn in many places, her exposed skin covered with wounds oozing blood. Her face was stained with blood, and she lay unconscious, her condition unknown.
She was cradled in Huai Yin’s arms, who looked dazed, as if unable to believe his revered mother would strike him. Yet even so, he held Hansu tightly, as if afraid she would be taken away.
Rong Ling bent over to examine them. Fortunately, though Hansu had lost much blood, her vitality was strong. But Huai Yin was in bad shape. Though Rong Ling came just in time, Ming Ji’s soul-seizing technique was ruthless and had severely struck him.
Even with Rong Ling’s shield, his soul was heavily damaged. Coupled with his despair, he harbored a death wish...
Rong Ling’s expression grew graver. He first carried Hansu away. Poor Huai Yin, though severely injured, still gripped Hansu’s hand so tightly that Rong Ling had to use his true energy to pry it loose.
Rong Ling fed Hansu a spiritual pill, but had no suitable remedy for Huai Yin. Not skilled in medicine himself, he faced a dilemma.
Ming Ji, though aware of Rong Ling’s approach, never expected him to arrive so swiftly. Her attack was fully witnessed, and not a scratch fell on Hansu—every blow struck her son.
Though she had hated him countless times, having borne him, and seeing the consequences, she could not deny her own sorrow.
Yet now she did not know whether she felt more heartache or hatred. If not for him, everything would have gone according to plan. Even without the All-Seeing Mirror, with Hansu she could have barely forged the spirit artifact.
Then coaxing Rong Ling into handing over the mirror would have been easy.
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