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

Chapter 573: Did You Really Ever Like Me? (2 in 1)

Xiao Mo and Tushan Jingci’s bodies were pressed tightly together.

That short sword had pierced through both their hearts. Blood slowly ran down the blade, staining both their clothes red, then spreading little by little through the fabric, like vivid crimson flowers blooming silently in the night.

Xiao Mo could feel his life source slipping away bit by bit, like sand flowing through his fingers, impossible to hold no matter what he did.

Yet Tushan Jingci still held Xiao Mo tightly. Her arms were wrapped around him so firmly, as if she were afraid that when they crossed into death together, Xiao Mo would lose his way and wander off from her side.

Their consciousness gradually blurred, like candle flames being extinguished little by little by the wind.

Tushan Jingci was the first to sink into sleep. The corners of her lips curved faintly, lifting into a soft smile.

That smile was quiet and content, like a little girl who had finally obtained the most precious treasure she had wanted all her life.

Xiao Mo lowered his head and looked at her paper-pale face. There was no resentment in his eyes, no anger, only an indescribable complexity.

He reached out and gently stroked her hair. His voice was so low and soft that it seemed he was afraid of disturbing the sleeping woman in his arms.

“Silly girl...”

As his voice fell, the long river of yin and yang slowly flowed out from Xiao Mo’s side. Clarity and darkness interwove, gently wrapping around them both.

...

“Jingci!”

Tushan Meng, who was rushing at top speed toward Seeking Immortality Temple, suddenly felt her heart tremble, and an ominous premonition surged up fiercely.

She hurriedly took a burning candle out of her storage ring.

The candle flame flickered unsteadily, bright one moment and dim the next.

Tushan Jingci’s life flame was already hanging by a thread.

“It seems you truly are worried about this disciple of yours.”

Just then, a woman’s voice suddenly sounded in Tushan Meng’s mind, carrying a few traces of teasing amusement.

“But then again, didn’t you also think what happened today was only natural? After all, you should have expected long ago that this day would come. And yet you did nothing to stop it.”

Tushan Meng did not answer. She did not say a single word.

The next moment, she clenched her teeth and burned her own blood essence without hesitation, exchanging it for greater speed as she rushed toward Seeking Immortality Temple.

...

Inside Seeking Immortality Temple, everyone waited anxiously. The atmosphere was so heavy it seemed almost frozen.

When most of the guests had come to attend this wedding, they had all thought it would be an exceptionally smooth and joyous banquet. They had looked forward to witnessing the union of a new couple.

No one had expected something like this to happen.

The change had come so suddenly that everyone had been caught off guard.

Some cultivators could not help glancing at Gui Junmeng, who stood at the front. They saw her gaze fixed tightly on the Worldwood, her small hands clutching her sleeves so hard her knuckles had turned white, her expression full of anxiety she could no longer suppress.

“Bzz...”

“Bzz...”

“Bzz...”

Suddenly, the Worldwood began to tremble faintly. Ripple after ripple of spiritual power shook outward from around it, spreading in every direction.

The invisible barrier that had originally surrounded the Worldwood gradually weakened, until it finally vanished completely.

Just as everyone was wondering what change had come over the Worldwood, two streaks of red light suddenly shot out from within it.

Everyone focused their eyes and saw two people, one dressed in groom’s wedding robes and the other in a bridal gown, locked tightly in each other’s arms.

However, a half-immortal weapon had pierced through both their hearts.

“Xiao Mo...” Gui Junmeng looked at everything before her, her voice trembling faintly.

Gui Junmeng stepped forward beneath her long skirt and ran toward Xiao Mo.

But at that moment, another vast surge of demon qi abruptly spread through the air.

“The fox clan? Nine tails!” a cultivator cried out in shock.

Everyone looked up and saw a Nine-Tailed Heavenly Fox treading through the air.

The Nine-Tailed Heavenly Fox turned into a streak of light and landed steadily beside Xiao Mo and Tushan Jingci.

Tushan Meng looked at Tushan Jingci, who was locked in Xiao Mo’s embrace and covered in blood. Her expression went blank for a moment, but she quickly came back to herself.

With a flick of her fingertip, Tushan Meng pulled the half-immortal weapon that had pierced both their hearts out through the air, and it fell into her hand.

Without delaying for even a moment, Tushan Meng carefully lifted Tushan Jingci into her arms, transformed back into her original form once more, and rode wind and cloud as she fled into the distance.

Tushan Meng moved extremely quickly. On top of that, the Nine-Tailed Heavenly Fox clan’s speed when riding the wind was already on par with true dragons, and she herself was an Ascension Realm cultivator.

Before anyone present could react, Tushan Meng had already disappeared with Tushan Jingci beyond the horizon of Seeking Immortality Temple.

On a solitary peak thousands of miles away, Tushan Meng hurriedly set Tushan Jingci down, spat out her own demon core, and used her natal demon core to barely protect the last thread of Tushan Jingci’s life. Then she continued toward Tushan without stopping.

Three days later, Tushan Meng finally brought Tushan Jingci back to Tushan.

At once, she rushed to Moon God Mountain and gently placed Tushan Jingci beneath the Moon God Tree.

As Tushan’s holy daughter, Tushan Jingci had already received the Moon God Tree’s acknowledgment and possessed a natural connection to this divine tree.

When the Moon God Tree sensed that her life flame was gradually going out, the entire tree stirred without wind, its branches swaying lightly as it emitted a holy radiance.

Green leaves drifted soundlessly down from the Moon God Tree, falling one after another until they covered Tushan Jingci’s body, healing her injuries.

Yet very quickly, Tushan Meng’s brows drew together tightly.

Jingci’s life source was still flowing away without cease. Its speed had only slowed slightly compared to before.

If this continued, Jingci would still die in the end. It was only a matter of sooner or later...

“With only the Moon God Tree, I’m afraid you cannot save her. Besides, after all these years, the Moon God Tree is no longer as flourishing as it once was.”

The presence inside Tushan Meng slowly spoke, her tone indifferent.

Tushan Meng did not answer. She merely continued driving her spiritual power, doing everything she could to assist the Moon God Tree in treating Tushan Jingci.

“You foxes really are sentimental to a fault. To have survived from the ancient era until now, you can be considered blessed with very good fortune.”

The woman’s voice carried a few traces of mockery.

“You knew perfectly well that this precious disciple of yours would definitely go to Tushan and attend his wedding.”

“You also knew perfectly well that with her temperament, she would certainly do something mad.”

“In your heart, you were calculating it all out. You wished she would kill Xiao Mo in a fit of anger. That way, your precious disciple would be able to sever this karma completely and be free of all attachments from then on, with no weakness left for anyone to seize.”

“But after all your calculations, the one thing you failed to expect was that this precious disciple of yours would go mad to this extent.”

Tushan Meng still did not refute her.

Her silence was itself an admission of everything.

That was indeed exactly what Tushan Meng had thought.

“Ah...”

The woman gave a soft sigh, her tone carrying a few traces of helplessness as she continued.

“I know that although you made that transaction with me, deep down, you have never truly trusted me.”

“But Tushan Meng, you have no other choice now. Right now, I am the only one who can save her. If you do not believe me, you can go find some other medical cultivator and try.”

She paused, and there seemed to be a faint smile in her voice.

“Of course, that is provided she can hold on until you find a medical cultivator who can save her.”

“But as things stand, if you delay even a few more days, this precious disciple of yours really will be gone. Her talent and natural foundation are indeed very good, and she has even gone this far in testifying to the Way through emotion. Are you truly willing to let her die?”

“To you, she is Tushan’s future, is she not?”

As the woman’s voice gradually faded from Tushan Meng’s mind, Tushan Meng stood alone where she was, her brows locked tightly together, her heavy gaze fixed on Jingci beneath the Moon God Tree, as though she were weighing the {N•o•v•e•l•i•g•h•t} gains and losses over and over in her heart.

After roughly half an incense stick, she finally spoke slowly, her voice low and exhausted. “Say it. What do you want this time?”

“Save her first. I’ll tell you afterward.” The woman seemed to have expected her compromise long ago, and her tone was casual. “Don’t worry. What I want is not excessive. And I believe that when the time comes, you will agree.”

Before her words had fully fallen, a wisp of soul stepped gracefully out from within Tushan Meng’s body and slowly took solid form.

The woman wore a plain white dress, but its hem was extremely short, barely covering the tops of her thighs. Her long, fair, slender legs were fully exposed, smooth and luminous as jade.

She walked unhurriedly toward Tushan Jingci, step by step, her bearing calm.

The woman came to Tushan Jingci’s side, slowly crouched down, and reached out to gently stroke the top of Tushan Jingci’s head.

“You should leave first,” she said without looking back. “For the next two months, do not let anyone disturb me.”

Tushan Meng looked at the woman’s back, her brows drawing together faintly. After hesitating for a moment, she finally spoke. “From the time I met you until now, I still do not know your name.”

“My name...”

The woman raised her head, her gaze passing beyond the branches of the Moon God Tree toward the distant horizon. In those eyes, which had always been indifferent, a soft trace of reminiscence suddenly flashed.

This was the first time Tushan Meng had ever seen emotion in her eyes, the first time she felt that this woman had a little human warmth.

“I have had many names across all existence, and all the races have given me many names as well.”

She paused slightly, and her voice softened.

“But the one I like most is still the name my older sister gave me.”

“Yuan... My name is Yuan.”

“Yuan...” Tushan Meng softly repeated the name, trying to search her mind for any memory related to it, yet found nothing at all.

“Go,” Yuan said no more, merely giving a light wave of her hand.

Tushan Meng took one last deep look at Tushan Jingci. After hesitating for a moment, she finally stopped dwelling on it, turned, and left.

Beneath the Moon God Tree, only Yuan and Tushan Jingci remained.

Yuan raised her head and quietly looked at this Moon God Tree that had endured through countless years. Her gaze was like that of someone looking upon an old friend reunited after a long separation.

“Sister Moon God, we meet again.” The corners of Yuan’s lips curved faintly. Within that smile lay endless emotion.

“Back then, just like my older sister, you chose to help all races, and yet in the end, you fell to this state.” Her voice was as soft as a murmur. “Was it worth it?”

“Now, do you still love all the races of this world?”

“Are those things truly worth your love?”

...

In the blink of an eye, a full three months had passed since the wedding ceremony at Seeking Immortality Temple.

In a courtyard halfway up the mountain, Xiao Mo gradually regained consciousness from his daze.

But what followed immediately was wave after wave of sharp pain through his head.

He struggled to open his eyes, but his eyelids felt as heavy as if something had glued them shut. No matter what he did, he could not open them.

“Master... Xiao Mo moved... Master...”

The moment Xiao Mo stirred, Junmeng’s voice sounded beside his ear.

Before long, Xiao Mo felt a warm and gentle current of spiritual power slowly pour into his body.

As the headache gradually eased, Xiao Mo opened his eyes. The instant he did, he saw Junmeng looking at him nervously.

Her beautiful fox eyes were faintly red. She had clearly cried for a very long time, and there were still faint tears clinging to her lashes.

“It is good that you are awake.”

Gui Ning stood nearby and let out a breath of relief.

“Xiao Mo, you brat, your life really is stubborn enough!”

“If the Great Dream of Yellow Millet you cultivate had not still been able to circulate on its own when you were on the verge of death and protect your source;

“if Seeking Immortality Temple had not happened to have a Ten-Thousand-Turn Pill stored away;

“and especially if Junmeng had not dual-practiced with you before, linking your Great Daos so she could keep transferring spiritual power to you—

“if even one of those three conditions had been missing, the grass on your grave would probably be tall by now!”

“Thank you for your trouble, Senior,” Xiao Mo said weakly.

“Enough, enough. No need for those polite words. I didn’t do much.” Gui Ning waved his hand and stood up. “Since you are already awake, this old man should be leaving as well. Junmeng, take good care of Xiao Mo.”

“Yes... Grandfather...” Gui Junmeng nodded gently, her eyes red.

Gui Ning gave Gui Junmeng a few more instructions on things she needed to pay attention to while taking care of Xiao Mo. Then he rose to leave Seeking Immortality Temple, and Daoist Yunxi stood to see him off.

Only Xiao Mo and Gui Junmeng remained in the room. It was so quiet that the soft rustle of wind through bamboo leaves outside the window could be heard.

She carefully helped Xiao Mo sit up, her movements extremely light and slow, afraid of pulling at the wound in his chest.

Then Gui Junmeng picked up the medicine bowl and slowly fed him one spoonful at a time. Every so often, she gently tested the medicine’s temperature with her lips, afraid that it would scald him.

“Junmeng...” Xiao Mo hesitated for a moment, then slowly spoke, as if he wanted to ask something.

“Don’t worry. Jingci is fine.” Gui Junmeng’s lashes fluttered lightly, and her voice was soft. Even though Xiao Mo had not said it aloud, she had already guessed. “Mother said Jingci is no longer in serious danger. She should wake up before long.”

“I’m sorry...” Xiao Mo gave a soft sigh.

Gui Junmeng gently shook her head and looked into Xiao Mo’s eyes. Her gaze was clear and calm. “Xiao Mo, you don’t need to apologize to me... But I have two questions... Can you answer me?”

“Mm...” Xiao Mo nodded.

“Xiao Mo...” Gui Junmeng lightly bit her thin lip. In those calm eyes, a pure light shone like a spring lake. “On the day of our wedding... you never once planned to leave that day alive, did you?”

Xiao Mo’s lips parted slightly, and he wanted to answer.

But the woman’s second question had already fallen softly after the first, like a flower petal drifting into the center of a lake and spreading fine ripples across the surface.

“Xiao Mo... did you really...”

“Ever like me at all...”