He lowered his head vaguely, "I'll leave now."
After saying that, he wanted to leave immediately. Xuan Cheng didn't stop him. After the boy left, he cast a barrier over the Xin Qing Palace, preventing ordinary people from entering.
When Bi Lian took control of his body, he looked down and saw a bowl of peach blossom soup in his hand. In that instant, his face contorted with rage as if he wanted to kill someone. Without a second thought, he smashed it to the ground, feeling utter disgust at the sight.
It was obvious that this was that little fool's attempt to curry favor with the hypocrite!
Fools were indeed still fools!
The barrier around Xin Qing Palace was completely vulnerable to him. As usual, he swaggered in. Everything in Xin Qing Palace was a mockery to him. He arrived at Shen Yue's sleeping quarters.
It was spotlessly clean, and even the unique scent of her lingered inside, as if that person had never left.
Bi Lian slowly sat down on the soft couch, his fingers instinctively reaching for the back of his neck.
The uneven scar made the expression on his face become even more mocking and dark. He could still clearly remember the scene: covered in blood, kneeling on the ground at her feet, struggling with all his might to pull at her clothes, while she remained clear-eyed and indifferent, even begrudging him a second glance.
Endless dark emotions surged forth. Bi Lian was no longer the willful, foolish, arrogant, and arrogant youth he once was.
He had never felt such pain before. It was Shen Yue who made him understand what it meant to be in unbearable agony.
A bone-chilling pain seemed to sweep through his body again. Even the scar on the back of his neck felt faintly hot, causing him to involuntarily furrow his brows.
He pressed his hand to the back of his neck, feeling the piercing pain, his bones turning white.
His vision darkened. When he opened his eyes again, everything seemed to be blood-red, as if he had returned to the abyss sea, his limbs shackled, the coldness like the abyss, and he was like a dead man.
He wanted to die, but he couldn't.
Now that he was back, he naturally wanted Shen Yue to experience a life worse than death. Unfortunately, Shen Yue had already gone into hiding, and he couldn't even detect her aura.
But there was no rush, absolutely no rush.
He would search slowly, and slowly find the person.
Then he would gnaw on her flesh and eat her bones.
His eyes darkened and churned. He grinned, his smile mad, his laughter unrestrained, as if he had already seen Shen Yue's tragic end.
"I will make her... wish she were dead..."
Bi Lian stopped laughing, slowly looked up at the snow scene outside the palace door, his lips moving as he uttered her name.
"Shen Yue..."
Shen Yue eventually descended the mountain. There was no other way. Perhaps it was because the injury sustained two hundred years ago was too severe, and she had only bandaged it casually, not even paying much attention to it, thus leaving behind a chronic condition.
The dragon poison had not been resolved. However, due to the constant turmoil, it had not improved; instead, it had become increasingly severe.
Elder Ye had already detected this when he examined her pulse. However, he had not spoken too clearly due to the presence of others. It wasn't until late at night that he came again and spoke directly.
If she wanted to die, then she should continue to stay on the Reflection Cliff.
If she wanted to live, then she should descend the mountain.
Shen Yue felt that she could die, but she couldn't freeze to death. Such a death would be too much of an insult to the esteemed Xi Yu Immortal. Thus, she obediently descended the mountain, feeling a slight reluctance to leave.
The system seemed to see through everything: [Are you afraid that as soon as you descend the mountain, the great villain will catch you and strike you down with a sword?]
After all, the Reflection Cliff could conceal Shen Yue's aura. Here, all cultivators were like mortals, afraid of the cold, and their auras would become like mortals, devoid of any spiritual energy.
Shen Yue was not embarrassed when her thoughts were exposed: [Then I will definitely have to take some time to recover. Alas, misfortune is unavoidable, and good fortune cannot be prevented.]
The system: [Anyway, whether you stick your head out or retract it, it's a stab. What are you afraid of?]
Shen Yue sighed: [I'm just afraid the great villain won't follow the plot.]
Shen Yue stayed with Elder Ye for a few days, taking medicine and bathing in medicinal baths every day. In just a few days, she felt that her entire body was permeated with the bitter smell of medicine.
Elder Ye watched Shen Yue finish her medicine before nodding with satisfaction.
Her mouth was filled with an intensely bitter medicinal taste. Shen Yue suppressed the bitterness rising from her throat and said faintly, "I will return to Xin Qing Palace today."
Elder Ye merely raised an eyebrow: "What? You can't stand the bitter days after just a few days?"
These were truly bitter days under various guises.
Shen Yue maintained an ethereal face, "No, I just don't find it comfortable to live here."
"Heh." Elder Ye didn't believe a word of it: "You're already so old and still afraid of hardship."
Shen Yue: "..."
Xuan Cheng, upon hearing that Shen Yue was finally willing to descend the mountain, immediately put down his affairs and hurried to Xin Qing Palace.
At this moment, Shen Yue was already in Xin Qing Palace. She had stayed quietly in Elder Ye's chambers for those few days, keeping it a secret from everyone. Now that she had returned to Xin Qing Palace, she had let a little wind out.
Xuan Cheng had come specifically to see Shen Yue.
He had found her location almost entirely by instinct.
As expected, she was in the scripture hall.
She was holding a potted plant, with a verdant creature perched on her shoulder, making strange sounds.
It sounded like crying, but not quite.
Although Shen Yue had left Xin Qing Palace, she had specifically instructed people to take good care of the little tree spirit. However, the little tree spirit was exceptionally clingy. For some reason, it had found its way to the Reflection Cliff solely by her aura.
At that time, Shen Yue felt something soft wrap around her fingertips. When she touched it, it made a whimpering sound.
Before she could even react, her fingertips became wet. Even without seeing, she could guess that this fellow had leaked water again.
Perhaps it was blaming her for abandoning it, it had cried in her palm for a long time. Shen Yue's sleeves were soaked. No matter how many times she wrung out the water, the little one was still whimpering, leaking more and more.
Fearing that the little creature would shrink from crying, Shen Yue had to cast a calming spell. Only then did the little one stop crying and stop leaking water. However, its small body was still trembling from the reflex.
Shen Yue absolutely did not want to leave it on the Reflection Cliff, so she had people send it back to Xin Qing Palace. However, this little tree spirit was too disobedient. Every time it was sent back, as soon as the calming spell was released, it would make the arduous journey again, only to crawl over and leak water in her palm, making sure to soak her sleeves several times before being satisfied.
The climate on the Reflection Cliff was too harsh, which was a torment for the little tree spirit. Yet, it still shamelessly crawled over, just to lie in her palm and whimper.