We Agreed On Experiencing Life, So Why Did You Immortals Become Real?

Chapter 549: Not a Single Bit Left (2 in 1)

Ever since Daoist Yunxi had brought Gui Junmeng to Tushan, and Gui Junmeng had delivered Xiao Mo’s farewell letter and the Phoenix-Bird demon core to Tushan Jingci, thirty full days had passed in the blink of an eye.

On the thirtieth day, Tushan Jingci held the box Gui Junmeng had brought and walked back to her own courtyard alone.

In the silent, empty room, her hands trembling, she took from the box the farewell letter Xiao Mo had written by his own hand. She read it word by word, line by line, as if she wanted to carve every single character into her heart.

Yueshi did not know exactly what Xiao Mo had written in the letter. She only quietly kept watch outside the courtyard.

But Yueshi knew that her young lady stayed in that room for a very, very long time.

So long that she thought her young lady might shut herself inside forever.

And ever since her young lady finally walked out of that room, Yueshi had never again seen her smile.

Not even once...

What Yueshi saw was that her young lady poured every ounce of herself into cultivation, day after day, never seeming to tire.

Otherwise, she would bury herself inside Tushan’s Library Pavilion, staying there for an entire day at a time, even forgetting to eat.

Yueshi knew that the books her young lady read were all about spell formations.

As for the effects and purpose of those spell formations, Yueshi had already guessed some of it in her heart.

Because Xiao Mo had rendered meritorious service through hardship and had indeed established no small amount of military merit at Flowing Sand City, and had even brought back that precious Phoenix-Bird demon core for Tushan—though Xiao Mo had specified that the Phoenix-Bird demon core was to be given to Tushan Jingci, in everyone else’s eyes, since the thing had fallen into Tushan’s hands, it naturally counted as belonging to all of Tushan—

Therefore, after Xiao Mo passed away, by rights, Tushan ought to hold a funeral for him.

Tushan Meng even intended to arrange Xiao Mo’s funeral according to the rites of an elder, to show respect and mourning for this meritorious retainer.

Everyone was very surprised by Tushan Meng’s decision.

They had not expected the Grand Elder to be so generous!

However, just as everyone agreed to the Grand Elder’s proposal, Tushan Jingci refused...

“Xiao Mo... is not dead!”

When Tushan’s elders gathered to discuss the specific proceedings of Xiao Mo’s funeral, Tushan Jingci suddenly stood up and spoke to everyone with absolute certainty.

“Holy Daughter, among humans, burial brings peace. Although Xiao Mo no longer has a body, we can [N O V E L I G H T] at least establish a cenotaph for him... At the very least, there would be something to remember him by in the future. Otherwise—”

“I said!”

Tushan Jingci cut that elder off without the slightest courtesy, her voice suddenly rising.

“Xiao Mo is not dead!”

Her voice was incomparably firm, even carrying a trace of unquestionable obsession.

But every person present knew perfectly well—

Xiao Mo was already dead.

And his soul had scattered.

He had not even left behind the chance to reincarnate.

Xiao Mo could not possibly return!

Yet when they looked at Tushan Jingci’s reddened eyes, not a single person dared to say a word.

In the end, because Tushan Jingci insisted on opposing it, Xiao Mo’s funeral was not held.

In truth, not many people cared about that.

After all, Xiao Mo was human. Holding a funeral for him would have been giving him face.

If no funeral was held, it saved them trouble.

Not long afterward, Tushan was to hold the Tushan holy-daughter ceremony.

However, the closer the ceremony drew, the fiercer the opposing voices became.

Among Tushan’s ten great elders, three had already clearly expressed their opposition, believing that “Tushan Jingci is not suitable to serve as Tushan holy daughter.”

Fortunately, during this period, Tushan Jingci displayed astonishing cultivation talent. In addition, she possessed the Phoenix-Bird demon core, so her future was boundless.

In the end, under the Grand Elder’s full support, the objections of those three elders were rejected one by one.

The Tushan holy-daughter ceremony was held as scheduled.

On that day, Tushan Jingci changed into a long dress symbolizing her status as holy daughter.

That snow-white dress was spotless. It softly outlined the woman’s graceful figure, and the body of the dress seemed to echo the distant Moon God Tree, as if some kind of resonance existed between them.

When Tushan Jingci appeared gracefully at the ceremony, she was so holy and beautiful that she seemed like a divine maiden descended from heaven.

Yueshi looked at her young lady, and with just one glance, she could no longer look away.

But very soon, a deep sigh rose uncontrollably in Yueshi’s heart.

Her young lady looked so sacred, so beautiful, so moving.

What a pity that he could never see it again.

The Tushan holy-daughter ceremony proceeded very smoothly.

However, just as Tushan Jingci was about to pay respects to the Moon God Tree, a rebellion suddenly erupted at the banquet.

Large numbers of fox-clan cultivators and outside cultivators who had infiltrated during the chaos coordinated from within and without, surging toward Moon God Peak all at once.

Among the rebels, there was no lack of Immortal Realm great powers. They even included two elders of Tushan’s own clan.

Outside Tushan, two Ascension Realm cultivators descended as well.

They had chosen the occasion of the holy-daughter ceremony, seizing this chance to coordinate from within and without, intending to wipe out the whole of Tushan in one stroke.

However, Tushan Meng seemed to have anticipated this scene long ago.

Among Tushan’s banquet guests, one of Tushan Meng’s Ascension Realm friends had been hidden in secret.

With the assistance of this Ascension Realm friend and the support of Tushan’s mountain-protecting formation, this great battle ultimately ended in the rebels’ crushing defeat.

Through this, Tushan Meng purged every traitor who had surfaced, pulling them out by the roots and showing no mercy.

And throughout this great battle, Tushan Jingci remained calm from beginning to end.

Especially when she forcefully crossed realms with her Nascent Soul Realm cultivation and killed a cultivator at the early stage of the Jade Pith Realm.

When her spotless white dress was stained here and there with blood.

When she stood there quietly beneath the Moon God Tree.

Everyone stared at her in a daze. For a moment, they felt as if they were seeing the ancestor from Tushan’s illustrated records, the one who had established Tushan with her own hands.

It was also because of this battle that Tushan Jingci established herself completely.

From then on, no one dared to criticize her again.

...

Thirty years passed in the blink of an eye.

After that sneak attack on Tushan thirty years ago ended in crushing defeat, the Sacred Demon Alliance and the Heavenly Demon Alliance truly fell apart in every sense. They no longer had the strength to join forces, and each fought alone, unable to look after the other.

During these thirty years, the Myriad Demon Alliance, with Tushan at its head, continuously swallowed up the sects and kingdoms of the demon-race world. Its power grew stronger by the day, with the momentum of a storm sweeping away dead leaves, as if it would engulf the entire demon-race world.

However, the kingdoms and sects of the demon-race world were not fools who would simply sit and wait for death.

Facing this situation, they knew that if they did not want to be swallowed up one by one by the Myriad Demon Alliance, they had to join hands and resist together.

Thus, under the alliance of the other forces, the Myriad Demon Alliance halted its advance, and the demon-race world seemed to form a subtle, relative balance once more.

Compared with the demon-race world, which had fallen into years of war and misery, Tushan’s interior was like a quiet and peaceful hidden paradise.

During these thirty years, Tushan Jingci opened one school after another within Tushan, teaching ordinary fox-clan members, explaining their doubts, and passing on knowledge.

Even fox-clan juniors with perfectly ordinary aptitude could enter the schools to learn to read and write.

Xiangniang became a female teacher in the academy.

Although Xiangniang, this “female teacher,” had actually not read many books and truly did not have much ink in her belly.

But if it was only teaching these young fox children to recognize a few characters and read a few essays, she could still manage.

Sometimes, Tushan Jingci would also personally go to the academy and teach those tiny little foxes.

And among those young, childish faces, she indeed encountered quite a few good seedlings with outstanding natural foundations.

Tushan Jingci accepted three female disciples, and they moved into Moon Spring Peak.

These three little foxes all had ordinary fox-clan bloodlines, and their backgrounds were not especially illustrious.

To them, Tushan Jingci, as holy daughter, was simply like an immortal maiden in the heavens, a lofty and unreachable existence.

But what these three little foxes could never understand was this—

The holy daughter was clearly so beautiful, yet they had never once seen her smile.

Not even once.

Moreover, the holy daughter often fiddled alone with profound spell formations.

Those spell formations were far too deep and difficult. They could not understand them at all.

They had asked curiously twice, but the holy daughter had not explained much. She only said faintly that she was searching for something.

The most important, most precious thing.

Aside from that, the holy daughter also often sat in the courtyard, holding a yellowed envelope and staring blankly.

They did not know what exactly was written on that yellowed paper either.

They only knew that the holy daughter read that paper again and again, as if she could never tire of it.

On this day, after the three little girls finished cultivating, they secretly slipped to the front of the courtyard where the holy daughter lived.

Three little fox-eared girls who looked no more than seven or eight years old clung to the doorframe and poked out their fluffy little heads. Their eyelashes blinked and blinked, and their eyes were full of guilty nervousness, as if they were thieves.

“Doudou, Yiyi, is it really all right for us to sneak into the holy daughter’s study?”

The little girl named Tushan Kankan widened her round eyes and blinked.

In truth, she had already begun to regret it a little. She felt she should not have followed Doudou and Yiyi here.

If the holy daughter found out they had secretly slipped into her room, she would definitely be angry.

“Kankan, it’s fine. We’re just going in to take one look, to see what exactly is written on that paper the holy daughter is always holding. We’ll come out after one look. The holy daughter won’t find out,” Yiyi, the boldest of them, said softly.

“Mm-hmm.” Tushan Doudou nodded repeatedly and chimed in, “Kankan, aren’t you curious why the holy daughter is unhappy? I think the problem is that paper. As long as we know why the holy daughter is unhappy, won’t we be able to think of a way to make her happy?”

“That may be true... but...” Tushan Kankan still felt conflicted inside and muttered softly.

“All right, Kankan. We’re already here, so stop overthinking it!” After Tushan Yiyi finished speaking, she pulled her two little sisters by the hands and tiptoed into the holy daughter’s room.

In truth, they had come to the holy daughter’s room many times.

Sometimes, the holy daughter taught them in this very room.

And they also knew that the letter the holy daughter had always treasured was pressed beneath her pillow.

Very soon, the three girls found that yellowed sheet of paper.

Tushan Yiyi carefully spread it out on the table, afraid of folding even the smallest corner.

And just as the three little ones clutched the edge of the table with their small hands and leaned their fluffy little heads close, wanting to see clearly what exactly was written on the paper—

“Thump, thump, thump.”

All three little heads were lightly knocked.

“Awoo...” The three little ones clutched their aching heads. When they looked up, Sister Yueshi was already standing behind them, though none of them knew when she had arrived.

“Sister... Sister Yueshi...” The three little ones hurriedly stood up straight, their small bodies taut as drawn bowstrings, so nervous they did not dare move.

“What are you doing here?” Yueshi asked softly, her gaze sweeping gently over the three little ones.

“We... We...” The three girls lowered their fluffy little heads, their fingers tightly hooked together, and for a moment they did not know how to explain.

But there was no need for them to answer.

Yueshi looked at them, then looked at the yellowed paper spread out on the table, and quickly understood what had happened.

“I’ll let you off this once, but there must not be a next time. In the future, you are not allowed to secretly slip into the holy daughter’s room again. Do you understand?” Yueshi’s tone was stern. Then she carefully picked up that sheet of paper.

“Sister Yueshi, what exactly is written on that paper?” Tushan Yiyi still refused to give up. She lightly tugged at Yueshi’s skirt, lifted her face, and looked up at her eagerly.

“That’s right, Sister Yueshi, read it to us,” Tushan Doudou also leaned over, hugged Yueshi’s leg, and spoke in a soft, milky voice.

“You three little girls, why do you care so much about what is written in this letter?” Yueshi looked helplessly at the three little ones.

“Because the holy daughter is always holding this paper and staring at it,” Tushan Yiyi answered seriously.

Tushan Doudou nodded again and again, hurriedly agreeing with her sister’s words. “And every time the holy daughter looks at this paper, her expression seems very unhappy. It makes people feel so sad for her.”

“We... We want to make Sister Jingci happy again, so we have to understand why she is unhappy first...” Tushan Kankan also said softly.

Yueshi listened as they spoke one after another and looked at their earnest little eyes. She knew these children were not lying.

Besides, these three little girls truly did not know how to lie.

“Then you’ve all guessed wrong...” Yueshi sighed softly, and her tone gentled quite a bit. “What is written on this paper is not something that made the holy daughter sad. It is only a poem.”

“Only a poem?” Tushan Kankan tilted her little head, her eyes full of confusion. “Then why does the holy daughter always stare at it?”

Yueshi slowly crouched down and gently stroked Tushan Kankan’s fluffy head, her voice soft and distant.

“Because this poem was written by the holy daughter’s most important person.”

“Then Sister Yueshi, why does the holy daughter never smile?” the little girl blinked and asked again.

“Because...”

The figure of a man flashed through Yueshi’s mind, and her eyes filled with remembrance and regret.

“The holy daughter’s smiles were already all given to him...”

“Not a single bit was left...”