Crack, crack…
The formation around them groaned, its materials reaching their limit. Ye Chen gently pushed aside Yi Qingwu, her eyes dazed. With a surge of Qi, he cleared the liquid from his face. It had to be cleaned, or it would turn sticky. He didn't bla her—he'd done the sa before. Karma, perhaps.
After a while, Yi Qingwu regained her composure, her gaze complex as she looked at him. Glancing at the crumbling formation, she knew ti was up. Sadness flickered in her eyes as she spoke softly, "Ye Chen, I've known Heavenly Intention Holy Son since childhood, but these years with you have been far happier. He killed my father and now wants you dead. He's my mortal enemy. One day, I'll betray him when he least expects it and slay him. If only I could master a devouring technique, I'd consu his origin, just as he did my father—and plans to do with you."
Ye Chen raised an eyebrow. Ying Tiansheng killed her father and devoured him? No wonder she gifted him the Moon Palace and acted like she'd give anything to spite him. It all made sense. Losing a father to her fiancé's betrayal must have been agony.
Ye Chen felt a pang of sympathy. But with the formation about to collapse, there'd be no more chances to give gifts. He produced a jade box, gleaming with a golden spirit peach inside, radiating a refreshing aura. Yi Qingwu's delicate brow arched.
Ye Chen spoke, "Grandma used the Eight-Petal Immortal Orchid to heal her origin wound, but her body's decline was unavoidable. This Immortal Gold Spirit Peach can replenish physical origin strength. It won't restore her to her peak, but it's a rare treasure for the body. I planned to use it as an excuse to et you again later. Now, it seems I won't get the chance. So, Qingwu, take it."
The peach wasn't as valuable as the orchid, and Heavenly Intention Holy Land likely had similar treasures. But Ye Chen's words brought tears to Yi Qingwu's eyes. They'd known each other for years but only t three tis.
Each ti, Ye Chen seized every mont, as if afraid to waste a second. He'd shared the orchid's news just to spend a few days with her. The peach, beneficial for a cultivator's body and refining, was sothing he'd thought of using to see her again. It was clear now. After each parting, Ye Chen must have pined for her in Heavenly Evolution Holy Land, counting the days until they'd et again. Knowing his death was near, he gave her the peach early. The weight of his feelings pressed on her chest, stealing her breath.
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"I'm sorry," Yi Qingwu whispered, her usually talkative lips trembling. Three words were all she could manage. If not for her, Heavenly Intention Holy Son wouldn't hate Ye Chen so fiercely, hell-bent on his death.
Ye Chen smiled, taking the fiancée's hand and placing the jade box in it. "No need for apologies. Besides, who lives or dies is still uncertain."
Yi Qingwu thought he was just comforting her. After all, a true Mahayana stage expert waited outside. Even if Fang Qing disdained to act, Heavenly Intention Holy Son, capable of slaying Hua Yunfei, was absurdly strong. Ye Chen stood no chance against him.
Seeing Ye Chen calmly await the formation's collapse, Yi Qingwu's heart ached. This man loved her too much, refusing to let her feel any guilt despite his dood fate. If only her father had chosen Ye Chen as his disciple instead.
Ye Chen would never have killed him or betrayed her. Without Heavenly Intention Holy Son, they could have been the Great Yan Continent's most celebrated immortal couple.
At the last mont, Yi Qingwu spoke, "Give the recording stone."
Ye Chen paused, confused.
She said calmly, "To show Heavenly Intention Holy Son what you forced to do." Unspoken was her truth: she'd never forget Ye Chen. The stone's contents would let her rember him.
Ye Chen hesitated, then spoke earnestly, "This stone is our private joy. I don't want anyone else to see it, even if it's just an image, even if it's your fiancé."
He truly disliked the idea—sharing intimate monts was unthinkable, unlike so who'd flaunt such things.
Yi Qingwu's eyes shimred. Ye Chen cherished every mont with her; of course he wouldn't share. His fierce possessiveness was proof of his deep love. Her gaze softened, though guilt deepened.
"Don't worry," she said gently, "I won't let anyone see like that."
After her repeated assurances, Ye Chen handed her the stone. It was useless to him anyway—his other won, with their unique charms, sufficed without it. Yi Qingwu took it and pulled out a new stone, tinkering with sothing. Ye Chen didn't pry, instead smiling at his system's rewards, mood bright. They worked on their own tasks, harmony between them.
anwhile, the formation finally gave way, exploding. Yi Qingwu shouted, "Holy Son, save !" She activated Movent Secret, darting out of the formation.
Ye Chen, with a playful smirk, reached out to grab her back, their familiarity needing no rehearsal. In the distance, Heavenly Intention Holy Son saw her primal yin intact, her robe unchanged, and exhaled in relief. His worst fears hadn't co true. But seeing Ye Chen dare to grab her as the formation broke, his pupils narrowed, fury erupting.
"Ye Chen, you dare!"
His terrifying aura exploded, vowing to crush Ye Chen today. But soone moved faster.
Fang Qing, with a cold smile, surged forward, aiming to obliterate the weakened Mo Yixi.
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