He now lacked even the courage to see his teacher, but then again, no matter which disciple it was, their teacher would always be their taboo.
Situ Ying returned, but her mood was somewhat dejected.
"What's wrong, can't bear to?" Xing Yuan walked up to her and asked.
Situ Ying shook her head. "He got what he deserved, it's just that my heart feels a little heavy."
Xing Yuan patted Situ Ying's shoulder. "Life and death are natural occurrences, no need to overthink it. Everyone experiences this."
Only, she wasn't human.
"By the way, do you know the whereabouts of those people?" Xing Yuan asked softly.
She could have emotions, but when she did, she had to uphold her bottom line. Otherwise, if she were to distribute her affections evenly among so many people, she would be exhausted to death.
Xing Yuan's eyes flickered, and as she felt emotions again, she understood that this feeling was called guilt.
Situ Ying narrowed her eyes and said thoughtfully, "Is Teacher planning to intervene?"
"Yes!" Xing Yuan nodded and said in a complaining tone, "Everywhere is unstable now. There's really no other way. Only after resolving these matters can we live a peaceful life."
Situ Ying nodded in agreement. A world full of scars was depressing to look at. If possible, she certainly wished for world peace.
"Those people of mine have very strong tempers. I can't do it alone, but if Teacher personally goes, I believe they can put aside their past grievances and cooperate wholeheartedly."
Xing Yuan nodded vigorously. She thought the same way, which was why she was doing this!
"Do you think I am a qualified teacher?" Xing Yuan suddenly asked.
If they were useful, she would pick up her disciples who had been lost for many years; if they were not, she would ignore them. Even she, with her thick skin, felt guilty.
"Of course," Situ Ying nodded as a matter of course, her face full of admiration.
"Teacher is the best teacher in this world."
Xing Yuan's mouth twitched, and she hid her guilt by placing her hand by her face. Should she lament how successful her brainwashing had been over the years?
Clearly, Situ Ying truly thought so.
When Xing Yuan expressed her desire to see her other disciples, Situ Ying forcefully pulled herself out of her dejected state of being deceived and busily began contacting the fellow disciples she could reach.
Most people didn't believe her, but they also hadn't seen their teacher for many years. Apart from a few who couldn't get away, most of the people Situ Ying contacted found an opportunity to meet her.
Xing Yuan's status in the hearts of these people had always been very high. She had merely hinted that she hoped they would cooperate to resolve the war, and they had agreed without hesitation.
In front of Xing Yuan, they acted as if they had a very good relationship with others.
If Xing Yuan didn't clearly remember how they used to fight as children, she would have truly been fooled by them.
However, having burdens was a good thing.
For those who were truly unable to get away, Xing Yuan personally visited them.
Some of her disciples had significant age gaps.
The age difference between the oldest and youngest was as high as thirty years.
Although not all of them were doing well, none had fallen to the point of begging on the streets.
They had all learned a few tricks for making a living from Xing Yuan, so most of them could still come into contact with people of considerable wealth.
For more than three months, Xing Yuan traveled everywhere, finally meeting most of her disciples.
Whether it was because of her or out of consideration for the stability of this land, these people agreed with Xing Yuan's view of cooperating to drive out the enemy first.
Their internal matters could be resolved behind closed doors; they couldn't let outsiders take advantage of them.
Those who could make decisions made them themselves. If they couldn't, they would tell their leader. If the leader absolutely disagreed, it was also manageable.
There were so many fellow disciples!
He upheld his teacher's will, but failed before he could even set out. As fellow disciples, wasn't it natural to provide some military assistance to fulfill their teacher's wish?
This reasoning was logically sound, and Xing Yuan was watching from the side.
Due to their reverence and unconditional trust in their teacher, what else could they do but accept it?
A grand war swept across the land, with internal and external conflicts lasting for a long time.
Seeing how supportive they were, Xing Yuan went to find her wife.
As a result... her wife was lost.
Xing Yuan: (￢д￢。)
Huh? Where was her wife? Where was such a big wife?
In this era, communication was not well-developed, and the war only exacerbated the already poor communication. Sending telegrams had to be done for specific units.
Now, there were simply too many units across the country, some of which were spontaneously organized by civilians.
Although Xing Yuan remembered the general location where Meng Fanyue had gone, she couldn't stay in one place forever. She would have to move with the shifting front lines.
Wei Hui was not the leader of that unit; he only held some status within it. However, the telegrams Xing Yuan sent to them received no reply.
She was unsure if they had received them but chose not to reply, or if the communication address had changed, preventing message reception.
Xing Yuan, who had been calm and composed, began to panic.
Spiritual power could not be used in this world, and Xing Yuan could clearly feel that she was confined to this body, unable to escape this world unless she died.
With no other choice, Xing Yuan had to use her blood to search for her.
Meng Fanyue had once drunk her blood, but some disciples who were on the verge of death had also drunk her blood. She could only use the cumbersome method of eliminating them one by one and then search for her based on her blood's resonance.
However, in the end, she did not find her through blood.
This was because the unit Meng Fanyue was in had proactively contacted one of her disciples for help.
Since Xing Yuan had instructed that she be notified immediately if there was any news of that unit.
This disciple was also a loyal and honest person. Upon hearing that the unit was one that their teacher had personally instructed, he immediately contacted Xing Yuan.
Xing Yuan, while telling him to agree to their request, contacted her closest people to go and help. She also took a detour in that direction.
Traveling day and night, after more than a year, Xing Yuan finally saw Meng Fanyue again.
When Xing Yuan arrived, Meng Fanyue was lying on the ground, covered in dust.
If not for her familiarity with Meng Fanyue's soul, Xing Yuan would not have dared to recognize her.
Nervous as she approached home, Xing Yuan's footsteps suddenly slowed upon seeing a familiar person.
Meng Fanyue was cleaning her gun while lying on the ground. When she looked up, she saw a familiar figure.
She was as radiant as ever. Even in this dust-covered trench, she remained the most dazzling color.
In contrast, she herself was wearing dusty clothes, almost blending into the earth, looking so disheveled.