Super Strong Little Divine Farmer

Chapter 546: Chapter 547: Wait for My Return

Lin Chen felt a burst of golden light before his eyes and couldn’t help but close them, bracing for the arrival of death.

He never expected that he would end up as a soul lost to the sword, his body shattered to pieces. Lin Chen revealed a helpless bitter smile on his lips.

Suddenly, he felt a warm sensation on his lips, and even the violent aura surrounding him disappeared in an instant.

This familiar taste, this familiar feeling, it was her!

Lin Chen abruptly opened his eyes. At that moment, Zhao Xiaowen was holding him, kissing him greedily.

Just as the Slaying Immortal Sword struck towards them, Zhao Xiaowen pushed him away with all her might.

Lin Chen saw Zhao Xiaowen smiling at him, her face beaming with joy.

She smiled so brilliantly, so beautifully.

”No! No!”

Their bodies grew further and further apart, and Lin Chen roared like a madman!

A mournful voice echoed in Lin Chen’s ears.

”Lin Chen, I’m sorry! I can’t go with you... If there is a next life, I wish to always be by your side, to cry with you, to laugh with you, to follow you to the ends of the earth, forever and ever...!”

With tears glistening at the corners of her eyes, Zhao Xiaowen still wore a faint smile on her face.

The wind lifted her hair, and her thin clothes fluttered with it, as she became enveloped in the glimmering light of the rainbow.

Lin Chen’s heart felt as if it was being torn to shreds.

He rushed toward the sphere of light, but as soon as he reached the edge, he found himself being repelled by a barrier of light.

”No, no!”

”Popularity System, quickly think of something, anything can be exchanged, even my life is fine,” Lin Chen cried out in his heart.

”Host, it’s too late, I can’t do anything either,” the Popularity System said helplessly.

Zhao Xiaowen looked at Lin Chen with deep affection, her eyes filled with reluctance. Suddenly, she resolutely charged into the air, heading straight for the Slaying Immortal Sword, exuding the majesty of heaven and earth, without any hesitation.

”Lin Chen, I love you, I will love you in this lifetime and in all the lifetimes to come...”

The mournful voice lingered in the fierce wind, and Zhao Xiaowen’s beautiful eyes were full of intense reluctance, her lovely face now streaked with tears.

Zhao Xiaowen’s gaze lingered greedily on Lin Chen. She wanted to imprint this figure, this face in her heart, to etch it into her bones.

Forever, forever...

With a splutter, a mouthful of blood sprayed out, and Zhao Xiaowen’s body became shrouded in a mist of blood, transforming into a crimson lotus that burst into a brilliant light, colliding with the Slaying Immortal Sword.

A deafening boom resounded through the Kunlun Mountains. Dazzling specks of light spread across the sky, like a magnificent shower of light, and in the midst of the radiant rain, a figure slowly fell from the sky.

”No, no!”

Lin Chen knelt on the ground, crying as intensely as a child who had lost a beloved toy, his grief utterly heart-wrenching!

At that moment, several figures raced toward them from a distance at breakneck speed.

The old curmudgeons of Kunlun had finally been alarmed into action. The man in the black robe’s face changed slightly as he hurriedly said, ”We must retreat immediately.”

A dozen people dressed in black moved quickly, swiftly departing from the scene.

Xu Ye looked at Lin Chen, who lay weeping on the ground, a trace of sympathy on his face. He clenched his fists tightly and finally, with gritted teeth, followed the man in the black robe into the distance.

As Lin Chen saw several white-haired elders rush towards him, his vision darkened, and he was engulfed by darkness.

This must be a dream, a nightmare.

Lin Chen prayed silently in his heart and opened his eyes.

His gaze swept across the room, Zhao Xiaohua, Tang Bao’er, Zhang Yu—all were present.

”Where’s Xiaowen!” Lin Chen asked, his voice trembling.

The room was silent.

Tears streamed down Lin Chen’s face as he said in a low voice, ”Take me to see her.”

Just as he walked into the corridor, Lin Chen heard the voices inside.

”Elder Gu, you must find a way to save Xiaowen.” The speaker was Xiaowen’s mother, Mei Ling.

Elder Gu sighed, ”Xiaowen is Kunlun’s benefactor. It’s not that I won’t save her, but I have already examined her body. Although there are no injuries on her exterior, only one of her three souls and seven spirits remains in her body. It’s too difficult to awaken her!”

”So will Xiaowen sleep like this forever?” Mei Ling’s crying voice came from inside the room.

Elder Gu shook his head helplessly, ”Ah, everything is fate. Under the Slaying Immortal Sword, it’s already a miracle that one spirit remained to guard the physical body, but waking her up is truly too difficult.”

”Even Elder Gu can’t do anything?” After hearing the conversation between the two, Lin Chen’s heart sank.

Gu Jianfeng was one of the four mightiest figures in all of China, rumored to now possess a demigod’s body. Even he could not wake Zhao Xiaowen from her coma, which showed just how hard it would be to wake her.

Seeing Lin Chen enter the room with a somewhat dazed expression, Gu Jianfeng and Mei Ling glanced at each other and silently stood up, leaving the room.

Lin Chen, his head bowed, approached Zhao Xiaowen’s bedside, gazing tenderly at the girl on the bed.

In the room, on the jade bed, Zhao Xiaowen lay quietly, as if asleep, with a faint smile on her face.

Lin Chen’s heart felt shattered as he sat by the bed, holding her slightly cool hand and staring devotedly at the girl who had captured his heart at first sight, the girl who gave him the feeling of first love, the girl who brought him endless laughter, the girl he longed for day and night.

Lin Chen’s mind echoed with Zhao Xiaowen’s voice, ”Lin Chen, I Love You!”

As he recalled every moment shared with her, Lin Chen punched the wall beside him hard, ”Xiaowen, rest assured, I will definitely wake you up.”

”Popularity System, is there any way to wake Xiaowen up? I’m willing to pay any price, even my life,” Lin Chen said earnestly.

”Host, Xiaowen has a system within her similar to mine. To save you, they must have had some sort of contract. It’s already difficult enough to keep the physical body alive,” the system sighed.

”No, there must be a way. I have to wake Xiaowen up,” Lin Chen insisted, still refusing to lose hope, even though the Popularity System seemed powerless.

Time passed day by day, with Lin Chen sitting by Zhao Xiaowen’s side every day, massaging her, reading newspapers, and telling her stories.

In the blink of an eye, more than a month went by. Outside the room, Tang Bao’er sighed as she looked at the saddened Lin Chen.

”Sister Xiaohua, it’s been a month since Brother Chen hasn’t eaten or drunk and has stayed by Xiaowen’s side every day. You must think of something!”

Zhao Xiaohua shook her head with a wistful smile, ”Lin Chen is such a devoted person, but don’t worry. He will pick himself up. I believe in him.”

Lin Chen was massaging Xiaowen when suddenly his phone vibrated.

Picking up the phone, Lin Chen saw a WeChat video from an unknown person.

As he played the video, Lin Chen’s originally listless eyes suddenly sparkled with intense light, and a look of ecstatic joy appeared on his face.

”Is the clue reliable?” Lin Chen quickly replied to the message.

The reply came swiftly, listing a time, a place, and the contact person.

Looking at the message, Lin Chen took a deep breath, his excitement palpable. He approached Xiaowen, gently stroked her soft hair, and said, ”Xiaowen, I’ve found a clue to wake you up. No matter how hard it is, even if there’s only a sliver of hope, I won’t give up. Wait for me to come back.”