"Heavenly Intention Holy Maiden has helped greatly in secret. Since this orchid is useless to Elder Mo, I want to gift it to her to save her grandmother, as thanks for her past aid." Ye Chen spoke slowly.
His words left the two elders wide-eyed. They'd long suspected Ye Chen had a thing for Heavenly Intention Holy Maiden. With his ruthless nature, how else could enemies escape him multiple tis unless he let them, smitten by her beauty?
But the truth was even more shocking: Heavenly Intention Holy Maiden was the one pursuing their Holy Son, even giving him the Moon Palace. Outrageous—especially since she had a fiancé.
Elder He felt defeated. He'd pursued Yi Qingwu's grandmother and failed; she used him and chose another. Yet Ye Chen had a betrothed Holy Maiden chasing him. The gap was stark.
Elder Mo, grinning, gave Ye Chen a thumbs-up. "Impressive."
The two Holy Lands were sworn enemies, their Holy Sons clashing for ages with mixed outcos. If Ye Chen stole Heavenly Intention Holy Maiden, Heavenly Intention Holy Land would be humiliated for millennia. Mo even suggested, "Gift it in front of Heavenly Intention Holy Son. It'll hit harder."
Ye Chen's lips twitched. Elder Mo was a chaos-stirrer.
…
With Ye Chen's explanation, both elders dropped objections to gifting Yi Qingwu, even offering advice.
Elder He said, "I have a channel to contact Yi Qingwu. But don't gift it near Heavenly Intention Holy Land. Their powerhouses would ambush you, maybe even a Mahayana cultivator. Choose Great Shang Immortal City, midway between our lands. If trouble arises, support can arrive quickly."
He settled on the location and began arranging for Ye Chen to connect with Yi Qingwu.
…
In Heavenly Intention Holy Land, Yi Qingwu gazed at her grandmother—hair white, face wrinkled, aura heavy with twilight—her eyes filled with sorrow. She harbored resentnt. Her grandmother had chosen Heavenly Intention Holy Son as her father's direct disciple, leading to his death. But she knew her grandmother was innocent, unaware of the truth. It was all Heavenly Intention Holy Son's fault. Just months ago, her grandmother was a vibrant middle-aged beauty; now, she was like this. Yi Qingwu's eyes reddened.
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Her grandmother smiled, patting her head. "No need to be sad. When your father died, our Yi family lost a top powerhouse, and our interests were carved up. I couldn't let that happen, so I overworked myself, letting hidden injuries pile up. Now, they've erupted—it's my own fault. I was worried, but you've reached Unity, with Mahayana potential, enough to protect our family's place in the Holy Land. I'm at ease. Qingwu, focus on cultivating. The Holy Son has ascension potential; stay by him, and you might ascend too. That makes happy."
Her grandmother's words, like a final testant, broke Yi Qingwu. Tears stread down her peerless face, evoking pity. "Grandmother, don't give up. A treasure herb could heal you." She couldn't bear losing her last kin.
Her grandmother, carefree, laughed. "Treasure herbs are rare, even scarcer now. Even our Holy Land's vault has none. It's not that easy. Instead, cultivate well. Visit these last three months. After I'm gone, head to Central Continent—the immortal path is crucial, don't delay."
Unwilling to accept this, Yi Qingwu stayed a bit longer before leaving her grandmother's courtyard.
Back in the Holy Maiden Hall, Yi Qingwu asked earnestly, "Still no trace of the treasure herb?"
The elder bowed, replying, "Herbs that heal origin injuries are too rare. We've searched long but found nothing."
Disappointnt clouded Yi Qingwu's stunning face.
At that mont, the elder handed over two mory talismans. "Holy Maiden, these were sent by the Holy Son!"
Yi Qingwu's expression didn't shift, assuming Heavenly Intention Holy Son was urging her to the Central Continent. But when she scanned the first talisman, her brow twitched, her face a mix of emotions.
"Qingwu, I've heard of Senior Yi's hidden injury. Upon learning this, I imdiately searched for a cure and found traces of the Ethereal Pill in Central Continent. It can't heal dao injuries but can delay them, extending Senior's life by a few years. I'll soon acquire it. By the ti this reaches you, I may already be returning to Great Yan. Don't worry, Qingwu. No matter what happens, I'll be by your side instantly."
The words were deeply affectionate, enough to stir any woman's heart. But Yi Qingwu's feelings were complex. Heavenly Intention Holy Son might love her, perhaps out of guilt, seeking to make ands. Yet, recalling his actions, she felt deep disgust. Still, if he could bring back the Ethereal Pill, it would help her grandmother hold on longer.
She showed little emotion, glancing at the second talisman. "Who sent this? Also the Holy Son?"
The elder shook his head. "Not the Holy Son—it's Ye Chen, the Fourth of Heavenly Evolution Holy Land!"
"Ye Chen?"
Yi Qingwu's elegant brows rose. She hadn't expected him to contact her. Was he craving her after so long, wanting to carve words again? She had no mood for that now. Besides, with Heavenly Intention Holy Son away, there'd be no one to provoke. The thought sparked irritation—n were all the sa, lusting after her body.
Still, she took Ye Chen's talisman and read it. Her eyes widened, stunned.
"Qingwu, hearing of your grandmother's illness, I found an Eight-Petal Immortal Orchid, hoping for her swift recovery!"
Tears welled in her eyes, turning them red. Ye Chen wasn't here to carve words or seek favors. He was here to help her.
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