115: Chapter 115 Miss Zhou Muxue?

It was raining in the sky.

At first, there were only a few drops, falling onto the eaves of the Sect, tapping out a very light and crisp sound. Later, the rain grew denser, and the water droplets on the roof tiles connected into strings, flowing down along the corners of the eaves and splashing into a row of fine sprays on the bluestone slabs.

The fruit tree in the courtyard rustled under the heavy rain.

True Immortal Qinglan had died, having reached the end of her natural Lifespan.

Mu Xue's hand had been clutching you the whole time, and you could feel her trembling.

"Master was very good to me. Although she sometimes scolded me, saying I didn't practice my sword work properly and only knew how to eat candy, every time my candy jar was nearly empty, she would refill it."

"When I first came to the Sect, I actually couldn't sleep very well. At night, I would sit by the spirit tree, and she would run over to pick spirit fruit for me to eat."

"The thing she said to me the most was that I am her disciple, and regardless of whether I was in the right or wrong, at the very least, I could not be bullied."

"I never saw my mother when I was growing up, I..." Mu Xue's eyes were slightly red, and she still had candy in her mouth.

"It's so bitter, Lin Heng." Mu Xue stuffed the candy into your mouth: "It's really so bitter."

"Mm." You held the lollipop from Mu Xue's hand in your mouth; the cloying sweetness tasted somewhat bitter.

Before True Immortal Qinglan passed away, the last sentence she told you was: "Take good care of Mu Xue and don't let her be bullied."

She truly treated Mu Xue as her own child.

You didn't know what you were thinking inside; you flicked your wrist twice, and the Flying Sword of True Immortal Qinglan flew into your hand.

However, this time, no one was rushing to take it back.

You inserted the Flying Sword into the Sword Tomb of the Sect. All Cultivators of the Sect who were above the Undergoing Tribulation stage would have their swords inserted here after death.

True Immortal Qinglan's funeral was very simple. Only one friend of the True Immortal came; that person knew you, but you did not know them.

"Let's go back."

Watching the coffin containing True Immortal Qinglan being buried in the ancestral grounds of the Sect, Mu Xue grabbed your hand and said.

"Venerable Li Kun." As soon as you returned home, you subconsciously called out.

"Your Highness." A middle-aged man wearing a blue robe walked to your side.

"I seem to have called the wrong name again. You are... Li Tian? No, that's not right, Li Yun, right!"

"Your Highness, Venerable Li Kun is my great-grandfather, Li Tian is my grandfather, and Li Yun is my father. My name is Li You, but they all said that if Your Highness calls me Venerable Li Kun in the future, I will simply answer to it."

"The last time Your Highness saw me was when I was ten years old."

"Mm." You didn't say anything.

Time is truly a cruel thing. Before the age of ten thousand, you could vaguely feel the passage of time; you felt like you were walking while it was flying. After living for ten thousand years, you could no longer feel the passage of time. It was too fast, so fast that you couldn't keep up; all you could do was live each day well.

"This thing is really hard to keep alive." Mu Xue said, looking at the fruit tree in the courtyard.

This fruit tree was the treasure of True Immortal Qinglan. It was said that the spirit fruit on it took five thousand years to ripen. Now that True Immortal Qinglan had passed away, this fruit tree naturally belonged to you and Mu Xue.

"To be honest, this tree might have been fussed to death by you." You said, looking at Mu Xue.

Mu Xue stuffed a lollipop into your mouth: "Keep your mouth shut, Mr. Lin Heng."

"Yes, yes, Miss Zhou Mu Xue~"

In the end, the spirit fruit tree was raised to death by the lovely Miss Zhou Mu Xue.

For some things, if you leave them there and don't care about them, they might survive, but if you fuss over them, they will just wither away.

Mu Xue had been staying at home these past few days and hadn't gone anywhere.

One day, Venerable Li Kun—no, Li what's-his-name, never mind, let's just call him Venerable Li Kun, since you had always called him that anyway—told you that someone outside wanted to see you.

"Your Highness! The Fire Emperor is outside requesting an audience!" Venerable Li Kun said.

"Fire Emperor?" You recited the name once, feeling it sounded a bit familiar, but for a moment, you couldn't recall where you had heard it.

"It's that Xiao Huo. He created a Sect called the Fire Domain Sect in the Central Region and also has some Medicinal Pill businesses. Now it's almost surpassing the Alchemy Pavilion to become the number one Medicinal Pill Sect on the continent." Mu Xue said.

"How do you remember so clearly?" You pinched Mu Xue's cheek and asked.

"He confessed to Chen Tianxiao at that time, have you forgotten?"

You looked at her; it seemed there really was such a matter, but that was a long time ago.

You decided to meet this Fire Emperor.

After seeing you, he immediately knelt on the ground: "Lord True Immortal of the Four Seasons, it was my fault. Back then, I offended you, but please, as a great person, do not hold a grudge against a small person like me. Please help me once."

You blinked. Did this guy offend you anywhere?

Xiao Huo then explained to you how he had offended you.

That was a matter from twenty thousand years ago. At that time, you both went to attend the poetry gathering of Fairy Mengdie. At that time, both of you wrote a poem just to prove who was the real Xiao Huo.

He said: "At that time, I thought the poem you wrote couldn't compare to mine, and the people around were all sycophants."

Xiao Huo knocked his head on the ground: "The True Immortal's poem is like the bright moon in the sky, while mine is just a mayfly on the ground. Lord True Immortal, I beg you to help me once!!!"

That poem was told to him by the Soul inside Xiao Huo's great sword at the time. Back then, he was high-spirited and believed the world was unfair. Clearly, he had brought out such a poem, yet it was evaluated by everyone as worthless.

Now, he understood that compared to your poem, he was indeed worthless.

Because that poem was written by you, and that was all. Now he understood.

In the end, you agreed to Xiao Huo's request.

Xiao Huo was now also a Great Emperor. He could solve 99% of the matters on this continent.

But this matter was that one percent.

Chen Tianxiao wanted to see you.

You and Chen Tianxiao didn't have much interaction on the Tianheng Continent; you had almost forgotten this person.

You didn't know why he wanted to see you.

However, when you saw him, he was lying in bed, unable to get up at all.

It was the end of his Lifespan again.

Time is truly cruel to people.

"Is it... Lin Heng?" Chen Tianxiao said. He wanted to get up but was pressed down by Xiao Huo.

"Be good, lie down. I beg you, I beg you." Xiao Huo's voice trembled when he said this.

"Mm, I know." Chen Tianxiao said.

"Lin Heng." Chen Tianxiao looked at you and smiled. His head of red hair appeared exceptionally flamboyant.

You didn't know why he asked you to come. He said he just wanted to see you one last time.

Is that so.

"Is it enough just to meet once?" You asked.

"It's enough just to meet once." He nodded.

On the third day after you left the Tianyuan Sect, you received the news that Chen Tianxiao had died.

About fifty years later, the news of the Fire Emperor of the Fire Domain Sect passing away also spread across the entire continent.

The Fire Domain Sect was supported solely by Xiao Huo. After he died, the massive Sect was instantly carved up by the Alchemy Pavilion and other Sects.

However, these things didn't have much to do with you.

"What are you planting?" Suddenly, Mu Xue planted some seeds in the place where the original fruit tree had been. You watched her and asked curiously.

Mu Xue looked at you and blinked: "Snow Forest Fruit. Isn't it a nice name!"

"Mm, it's nice." You said.

"Let me tell you, Mr. Lin Heng, this spirit fruit is different from the one Master planted. Master's took a long time to bear fruit, while this one has a long growth period." Mu Xue manipulated her spiritual power to dig the soil: "This Snow Forest Fruit takes two thousand years as one epoch, and it takes four epochs to grow to maturity, but after it grows up, it bears fruit very easily."

You looked at her, and she looked at you.

"No, I've said so much, Mr. Lin Heng, aren't you going to come and help me?" Mu Xue said.

"I was just thinking, it should be fine if you just plant it there." You said.

"If I don't care for it, it will die." Mu Xue said.

"It will only die if you care for it." You said.

Mu Xue was very stubborn and in the end, forced you to submit through force.

In the end, the Snow Forest Fruit did not die. You misjudged; with Mu Xue's method, the Snow Forest Fruit should have been killed by her before it could even live for two epochs.

Mm.

Mu Xue died.

That was after the second epoch since the Snow Forest Fruit was planted. You were lying on a recliner, and Mu Xue was lying on you. Both of you had a lollipop in your mouths.

"Mr. Lin Heng?"

"What is it, Miss Zhou Mu Xue?"

"Nothing, just calling you."

"Mr. Lin Heng?"

"Here!"

"Mr. Lin Heng?"

"Here!"

"Why don't you call me too?" Mu Xue said, biting your neck.

"Then, Miss Zhou Mu Xue?" You said.

"Here." Mu Xue replied.

"Miss Zhou Mu Xue?"

"Here."

"Miss Zhou Mu Xue?"

...

There was no answer.

At this moment, the wind was terrifyingly still. The newly planted Snow Forest Fruit in the courtyard was still just a weak, tender seedling, its branches and leaves motionless in the empty daylight.

The warmth of the person in your arms gradually dissipated, and the soft body that had been pressed against your neck slowly became cold.

The lollipop in your mouth still left a sweet aftertaste, but that sweetness fell to the bottom of your heart, only turning into bone-chilling cold.

In fact, you could feel it; the Lifespan of a Mahayana Cultivator is fifty thousand years.

Mu Xue was forty-nine thousand two hundred and three years old this year; her condition had been a bit wrong for a long time.

You just refused to admit it.

Just like now, you still refuse to admit the fact that the girl in your arms has already died.

But what can be done about it?

Just like your calls, one after another, which could only drift repeatedly in the silent courtyard.

"Miss Zhou Mu Xue?"

"Miss Zhou Mu Xue?"

...

But there was no one left who could respond.