All along.
Many of the Li Family have thought that this seemingly delicate Protector is a fragile little white flower that would shatter at the slightest touch.
But in reality.
Li Qingci survives on Divine Temple Mountain, interacting daily with countless Order Ruined Flowers.
How could soone like that be fragile?
"If you want to hear a ’real’ story, then perhaps it goes sothing like this—"
Li Qingci candidly said, "A girl who seems innocent but is not naive, cos to Divine Temple Mountain and fights desperately to survive. Fortunately, the scales of fate gave her clear guidance... Many years later, she accomplished everything according to the scales’ guidance. Now she is near death; she doesn’t want to rely on the ’Longevity Technique’ to eke out a living. She wants to try, to live by following the scales’ guidance..."
Gu Shen looked at this pale and helpless face.
"Is this story disappointing to you?"
Li Qingci smiled and asked, "The reason I did this is that I believe... I should be able to ’live’ without the Longevity Technique. That’s what I wanted to tell you—no one knows what the real is like; in fact, I’m not exactly a good person."
"There is no standard in this world to define good and bad."
Gu Shen received a satisfying answer.
He asked, "So you wanted to find because, back then, the Prayer Technique’s scales pointed to . You spent ten years to et ... not just for the Divine Temple, the Li Family, but also for yourself."
"Yes... that’s what I wanted to say that day."
Li Qingci revealed the final secret in her heart, and she felt much more at ease. She smiled and asked, "Now... I’ve finished speaking. You must look down on , right?"
Gu Shen shook his head.
"No, you haven’t finished."
Li Qingci was taken aback.
"The Prayer Technique must have given you a Dream, and I rember you ntioning that dream. Now you can tell, what did you see in that Dream."
The woman in the wicker chair fell into contemplation.
She murmured softly, as if returning to that old Dream.
"I saw..."
"A vast endless wilderness, filled with golden ears of flowers, with a river running through the distance, reflecting the shadows of sailing boats..."
"At the center of the world stands a towering, heaven-supporting ancient tree..."
Li Qingci revealed a vague, dreamy smile: "It is a Pure Land there."
"The scene you dread of..."
The next mont, Gu Shen calmly asked, "Is it like this?"
He lit the Chi Huo.
The next mont, the flas swirled, enveloping Divine Temple Mountain.
The scene around them changed swiftly, countless flas and frost flew around.
Li Qingci sat on the wicker chair, entranced.
She hazily reached out her hand, stroking the long flowing leaves hanging before her, looked up, and found herself leaning against that towering, heaven-supporting ancient tree.
The wind blew by.
As the snow drifted for miles, the golden-ear flowers sown in the distant wheat field fluttered along.
"Look."
Soone beside her whispered softly, "Here is the Pure Land."
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(PS: This Chapter has been foreshadowed for a long ti. When I first wrote about Li Qingci and Gu Shen eting, I was already envisioning this scene... Miss Qingci is a very good person; she certainly shouldn’t just die like this. During the most desolate years on Divine Temple Mountain, only Black Flowers and Qingci dotted the hills. Logically speaking, she should be the most stubborn little white flower, but being a little white flower doesn’t an ’goodness without a bottom line.’ In my heart, Qingci is a character with strength and soul. Her struggle against her destiny is silent but powerful.)
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