Novel Full Chapter 748: The Little Snake Girl’s Mother
Chapter 748: The Little Snake Girl’s Mother
Aksai forced the woodland clone to stop retreating. It stayed where it was, half-sitting, half-kneeling, as if unsure whether to stand or flee.
The woman continued, her tone turning calmer.
“In fact, I should be your ally,” she said. “Because of your connection with the Holy Land Torel.”
Aksai froze. She smiled faintly and tilted her head.
“Don’t be so surprised. Aren’t you the descendant of Amel Everwood?” she asked. “And the legacy disciple of the Holy Land Torel?”
Before Aksai could respond, she spoke again.
“I know them both,” she said. “The Heavenly Poison Sect and the Holy Land Torel were allies long ago. We fought together against the Mad Immortal when he descended into this world.”
Her eyes drifted away from the clone and toward the massive serpentine corpse beneath her. Her expression grew distant.
“Do you know who struck me down and left me in this state?” she asked quietly.
She did not wait for an answer.
“It was the Mad Immortal.”
She sighed and looked at her own dead body. The purple blood still flowed. The heart still beat. Yet nothing healed.
“It was my foolishness,” she said softly, “to face the Mad Immortal head-on.”
Her voice did not carry regret. Only acceptance.
“But what’s done is done,” she added. “I do not regret it.”
Aksai stayed silent for a long time after hearing the woman’s words.
The woodland clone did not move. It only breathed slowly, as if trying to calm itself down. Inside, Aksai’s mind was in chaos. The words spoken by the soul manifestation kept echoing again and again.
Amel Everwood. Holy Land Torel. The Mad Immortal. The Heavenly Poison Sect. Slowly, piece by piece, he began to connect everything. When it all came together, Aksai felt a strange bitterness rise in his chest.
He smiled, but it was not a happy smile. It was dry and hollow. After a quiet sigh, he finally spoke.
“It seems my status as a druid told you a lot more about me and my encounters than I could have ever imagined.”
The woman nodded calmly, as if this was obvious.
“In a way, yes,” she said. “To be honest, I knew about the arrangements Amel Everwood had made before he disappeared from the Dadangar World.”
Her gaze turned distant.
“With the world in its current state and this subcontinent being so isolated, only Amel’s descendant could walk the druid path,” she continued. “There was simply no other way.”
She then glanced back at Aksai.
“As for you becoming the legacy disciple of the Holy Land Torel,” she said, “that part was guesswork on my side. But your reactions confirmed it.”
Aksai raised his eyebrows at first. Then his expression turned serious. He had to admit it. This fallen dao beast was not only powerful in soul. She was sharp and careful as well. He steadied his thoughts and spoke again.
“Did my ancestor also foresee this meeting between us?” he asked. “Why would he tell you about his arrangements otherwise, even if you were allies against the Mad Immortal?”
The woman shook her head slowly.
“It’s not as simple as you’re making it sound,” she replied.
She leaned back slightly, resting her hand on the cold surface beneath her.
“Amel Everwood made many arrangements,” she said. “Some you never encountered. Some likely expired long before you were even born.”
She looked at Aksai with a calm smile.
“What you and I are facing now is only one of those arrangements that happened to work out,” she explained. “Nothing more.”
She paused for a moment before adding,
“It’s like throwing ten arrows and hitting the target once,” she said. “And then only talking about that one hit while ignoring all the misses.”
The woman then looked at Aksai quietly for a moment. Then she smiled as if she could read what he was worried about. It was not mocking or cold. It was gentle, almost tired, as if she had been holding many thoughts inside her for a very long time.
“Don’t overthink things, little druid,” she said softly. “Your ancestor may have had a treasure that allowed him to see parts of the future, but those visions were never perfect.”
She shook her head slowly.
“The future does not deal in absolutes,” she continued. “It shifts and bends with every choice made. You still have free will. You can still choose many paths.”
Her eyes met Aksai’s.
“So don’t worry about being used as a pawn,” she said. “Neither your ancestor nor I are players in this so-called grand game.”
A faint sigh escaped her lips.
“We are chess pieces too,” she admitted. “Just like you. Maybe older. Maybe more broken. But still pieces.”
She paused before speaking again, her voice softer.
“All we want is to help our descendants,” she said. “So they don’t repeat the same mistakes we did.”
Her smile turned a bit bitter.
“We are selfish and cautious. Maybe even cunning,” she said. “But we are not so heartless that we would wish suffering upon our own blood.”
She looked at him intently.
“Do you understand now?”
Aksai’s woodland clone stood still. His thoughts were heavy, but clearer than before.
The woman continued.
“Since you became the legacy disciple of the Holy Land Torel,” she said, “you must have agreed to avenge us by killing the Mad Immortal.”
Her eyes darkened for a moment.
“That makes you my ally,” she said. “And the ally of my sect.”
She glanced at the giant corpse beneath her feet.
“I am already dead,” she said calmly. “What you see here is only a soul forcing itself to remain.”
Her fingers clenched slightly.
“I stayed because I had something to pass on,” she said. “That was my reason.”
She let out a long breath.
“I once planned to revive myself after a few centuries,” she admitted.
“I was ready to live a cursed life if that was the price. I was prepared to sacrifice everything. Just to become strong enough to face the Mad Immortal again. Even if I couldn’t kill him,” she said, “I wanted to hurt him. Even if it cost me my life.”
She closed her eyes briefly.
“But there was a sane part of me that always knew it was futile,” she said. “With my limits, even if I revived, I would only reach the Deity Transformation realm.”
She opened her eyes and gave a small, sad smile.
“That would be my ceiling,” she said. “Even if I forced my way to a false sixth order using this pyramid, that would still be the end.”
Her gaze sharpened.
“It wouldn’t even be enough to harm a single strand of the Mad Immortal’s hair. Yet I kept going,” she said quietly. “Because I had no other choice.”
Then she looked at Aksai again.
“But now,” she said, her smile returning, calm and steady, “I do.”
Her eyes shone faintly.
“In you,” she said, “I see my salvation.”
The woman slowly turned around, her long hair brushing against the still air of the pyramid’s peak.
She looked away from Aksai for a moment before speaking.
“I hope you proved yourself well in the trials of Holy Land Torel,” she said calmly. “If you did, you should have received my unborn child as one of the rewards.”
She paused and then continued.
“I asked Amel to keep her safe,” she said. “He told me about this arrangement before everything fell apart.”
She glanced back at Aksai, her eyes sharp.
“Your druid bloodline is very strong,” she said. “So I am sure you must have scored well in those trials.”
Her brows knitted slightly.
“But I can’t sense my child on you,” she added. “Did you not receive her in Holy Land Torel? Or did you simply not bring her here?”
Aksai was stunned for a moment. His woodland clone froze in place. Then realization hit him.
“Oh,” he thought. “She means her.”
He quickly called out in his mind. A moment later, space shifted beside his clone. From the Enchanted Everwood Farm, a small figure stepped out.
It was the little snake girl.
Unlike the woman on the serpent’s head, the girl had emerald green eyes and soft green hair that flowed down her back. Her presence was calm and clean, filled with life rather than poison.
Her aura was stable and deep.
Over the years, the little snake girl had grown stronger. Her Core Formation realm powers had settled well, and there was a quiet strength about her now.
As soon as she appeared, her eyes landed on Aksai’s woodland clone.
She walked closer.
She stared at the clone for a few seconds, her head tilting slightly. Then, as if she finally understood, her face lit up. She gently picked up the wooden clone and hugged it to her chest like a doll.
The vines creaked softly. The clone did not resist. Aksai felt a strange mix of awkwardness and helplessness. He spoke while being lifted and handled without any say.