Chapter 2652 - 22: Spring Waters Reflecting Peach Blossoms (Part 2)

Ye Qingyu listened to the conversation between her father and this Wenren Shenbo, but her eyes involuntarily turned again to the plaque on the city gate.

Wu An...

Wu An.

For those who use martial prowess to secure peace, yet in the end, can they not find peace themselves?

In history books, how many heroes ended with tragic grandeur. When she read history, she never imagined that such an event would replay beside her.

On that year in Yun City, as she watched the white-haired boy descend the Ascension Steps, she knew he would surely return. Because a person with such a sense of responsibility couldn’t possibly leave his sister alone in the human world.

Time has flown by, and all the promises made have been fulfilled by that boy.

His subsequent legends have exceeded many people’s imaginations.

More connections also occurred between them.

Once, during New Year’s Eve, they watched lanterns, and later heard of the death of Zhuang Country’s Vice Minister, Dong Ah.

Once, at Guanhe Platform, she personally witnessed him claim victory, shining among the stars.

Once, she asked eight times a day for information, until her father dodged her, only to know that Qi Country won a great victory, he achieved merits, and his life was secure...

But among all those scenes.

The deepest impression remained that back view of him on that day—

Shouldering everything, traveling far with a lone sword.

Back then, still so youthful, yet already so majestic.

Will he return again like before?

Will he return like every previous time, hiding all wounds and pain, returning with a beaming, proud smile?

At this moment, she felt as if a gaze fell from the city gate tower.

She looked up, seeing a gray-clad female nun wearing a Bodhi mask, seeing the Bodhi branch on the mask symbolizing wisdom and awareness, and of course, seeing across the Bodhi branch... those enigmatic, lost, sorrowful, yet enticing eyes.

She and her.

Each wearing masks and veils.

One stood atop the city gate tower, one stood below it.

Their faces unseen to each other.

Only their eyes looking into eyes.

Each with their own complex emotions.

Like a spring pond reflecting peach blossoms.

The peach blossoms also turned red.

The spring water also turned red.

Soon.

The nun wearing the Bodhi mask withdrew her gaze and walked to the other side of the city tower.

Only then did Ye Qingyu realize, beside her stood another nun, extremely tall, with a faint brass sheen on her face, appearing sacred and distant.

This nun pressed her palms together in a gesture of respect towards her, then turned with composure, following the previous nun away.

Ye Qingyu bowed her head in return, and when she looked up again, not even their silhouettes were visible.

"Those are the two senior nuns of Xi Yue An, Yue Tiannu and Yu Zhen." Wenren Shen noticed her expression and asked considerately, "Does the young Miss know them?"

Ye Qingyu shook her head. For some reason, she, who had never let anything linger in her mind, couldn’t dispel her curiosity about those eyes, and couldn’t help but ask: "Doesn’t Xi Yue An have its own great city in the Monster Realm?"

Wenren Shen replied, "This is a newly opened battlefield, Wu An City is a newly established great city. They too wish to contribute to the Human Race."

Ye Qingyu nodded lightly, and said no more.

A great city newly built on the frontline of a battlefield, its value immeasurable, everyone wants to take a look, to find opportunities... Her father brought her here for this reason too.

"Let’s go inside first, so as not to disrupt the city’s defenses." Ye Lingxiao took the initiative to step inside, expressing his choice to settle in this city. He looked at Wenren Shen: "Regarding the investigation of the culprits behind the scenes, what’s the progress? Does Lingxiao Pavilion need to coordinate? The Central Region might be inconvenient for you, but we have some businesses there."

Though he couldn’t stand that guy Jiang Wang, no matter how he looked at him.

But now that something’s happened, he couldn’t help but sigh.

Moreover, how could he not care for his beloved daughter’s dejected state? And An’an... An’an doesn’t know anything yet, she can be appeased for a while. When she grows up and wants to look for her brother, how would he answer her?

At the very least, that kid knows to include him, Ye True Man, when sending gifts, clearly not truly foolish.

So if he, Ye Lingxiao, helps to find a culprit and seek vengeance, it can be considered "A hero acts, I will too."

....

....

"Undo the restraints, set me free, and I’ll go to the Celestial Prison to save you!"

"Helping you contact the Yuheng Star Lord is possible too!"

"Hey, brother, don’t leave! I know the Celestial Prison very well, back in ancient times, we were all family! Let me show you a clear path, listen or not?!"

"First, loosen the bindings for me, it’s indeed uncomfortable, some matters are right at hand, yet somehow, I can’t remember them... strange, isn’t it?"

Emerging from the hidden tree hollow, Jiang Wang casually put away the Red Mirror, cutting off the old dragon’s incessant chatter.

Due to the protection of the Red Heart Divine Power, his spirit had been the least harmed, with no fundamental damage.

He first explored ways of self-rescue from this direction—starting from beyond the heavens.

After painstaking research, he did indeed devise a method.

In the spirit world, with the Red Heart Divine Power holding ground, using the Six Desires Bodhisattva as the body, with Facing Heaven’s Gate turning the Heavenly Door, penetrating the barriers of various realms, seeking the ethereal connection... finally conveying his thoughts to the Yuheng Star Tower.

Cultivators have always connected with the Starlight Holy Tower relying on the power of stars, bathed in starlight, following the universe. His act was akin to lighting an unknown candle himself, intending to illuminate the stars with its light.

Even if his Starlight Holy Tower was extremely stable, with clear goals and paths. Even if his spiritual awareness was strong among godly cultivators, it still took countless efforts.