Lovesick Heartbreak Red Recognizes Its Master
Qian Daoliu's gaze fell on the three Immortal Herbs and treasures, and his expression changed.
With his level of understanding, he could naturally sense the terrifying power contained within these things.
Especially this thing called "Lovesick Heartbreak Red".
The conditions required for harvesting this plant truly justify its reputation as Immortal Herb.
According to Su Zui, to pick the Lovesick Heartbreak Red, one needs the truest and purest love, a deep connection of minds, and a bond of sincerity and blood. If there is the slightest mistake, the person picking it will suffer a severe blow, or even damage their very essence.
Bibi Dong's gaze lingered on the Lovesick Heartbreak Red. Her purplish-gold eyes flickered slightly. She knew the legend of this Immortal Herb, and her heart sank a little.
Su Zui turned his head to look at Qian Renxue, his tone solemn. "The order of the three treasures cannot be reversed."
"The first step to picking the Lovesick Heartbreak Red is the hardest. This Lovesick Heartbreak Red recognizes the heart, not the person; only when your feelings are genuine and your memories are undeniably true can it resonate with you. If your mind is chaotic and your obsessions are illusory, it will turn against you."
Qian Renxue's heart skipped a beat as she looked at the vibrant red flower on the altar.
She had heard the legend of the Lovesick Heartbreak Red and knew its perilous nature.
"I understand." She took a deep breath, slowly walked to the front of the altar, and stood opposite the Lovesick Heartbreak Red.
Su Zui stepped aside and stood outside the circle with Qian Daoliu and Bibi Dong, watching quietly.
"Calm down, don't force it, just follow your heart and think about what you remember."
Su Zui's voice drifted over, landing in her ear, "Think of the scenes you truly cherish, and also, I love you."
Upon hearing Su Zui's words, Qian Renxue's eyelashes trembled slightly, and she slowly closed her eyes.
At this moment, in Qian Renxue's perception, all the surrounding sounds seemed to slowly fade away; Qian Daoliu's breathing, Bibi Dong's gaze, and the wind flowing in the temple all disappeared.
In her world, only that one Lovesick Heartbreak Red remained, along with the memories surging in her heart.
The first thing that surfaced was a long, long time ago, when she was just a little girl.
At that time, she had not yet shouldered the heavy responsibility of being a saintess, nor did she need to constantly hone her Angel Martial Soul or force herself to be perfect.
She fell asleep in the Spirit Hall's garden. As dusk fell, she stood alone by the flowerbed, feeling a little scared.
Little Su Zui found her, holding a sweet honey cake in her hand, and handed it to her, quietly keeping her company while she waited for her grandfather to arrive.
Back then, Su Zui wasn't as powerful as he is now. He would simply follow behind her, saving the best food for her, and quietly sit with her on the steps outside the hall when she was frustrated or sad during her cultivation, listening to her talk.
Cherry blossoms fell on their shoulders in spring; the boy was quiet, the girl carefree. Those were some of the few gentle times in her childhood, free from any pressure.
The scene shifts, and time flies by.
As she grew up, she became the Holy Maiden of the Spirit Hall, admired by all, bearing the expectations of the Angel Clan, with layers upon layers of pressure from cultivation weighing on her.
She became sharp and stubborn, often arguing with Bibi Dong. She had nowhere to confide her grievances, and every time she had an emotional breakdown, the person she would turn to was always Su Zui.
At this moment, Su Zui didn't say anything, but just sat quietly beside her, keeping her company.
Beyond that lies the Slaughter City.
In that hellish place, they completely confessed their feelings to each other.
Then comes the Hell Road.
The most terrifying place was where they were most confused and infatuated, and where Qian Renxue and Su Zui were completely intoxicated and indulged in their desires.
Qian Renxue also remembered that beneath the countless spider webs, seven-colored spiders lurked, concealing deadly intent.
Inside the cave, Ten Headed Fierce Yang Serpents spewed out venomous crimson flames, hurtling along the ground and leaving them nowhere to retreat.
They were each other's only support and the people who trusted each other the most.
Because there, they had completely entrusted their lives to the other side.
That Hell Road is a dead end at every step.
Countless times, she was nearly swallowed by the Baleful Aura, her mind on the verge of collapse, but Su Zui stayed by her side, just like when she was a child, never leaving her.
From childhood companionship to life-and-death situations shared, this affection has long been etched into the depths of Qian Renxue's soul.
Qian Renxue was completely absorbed in her memories, her emotions churning within her.
Soft and warm, mixed with the trepidation and relief that had accompanied her all the way. Her feelings for Su Zui were both clear and burning.
The petals of the Lovesick Heartbreak Red on the altar, which had been quietly closed, began to tremble gently.
A faint red halo spread outwards in concentric circles, the Qing Ya floral fragrance suddenly intensified, and the petals slowly unfurled, the vibrant red seeming to come alive.
Qian Daoliu held his breath, leaning forward slightly, his eyes filled with tension. Bibi Dong's fingers on the scepter tightened unconsciously, her gaze fixed on Qian Renxue, even her breathing became soft.
Su Zui's expression was calm, but a hint of tension was hidden in his eyes.
Countless examples throughout history have failed to capture the Lovesick Heartbreak Red, so he could only trust in Qian Renxue's sincere feelings.
As her memories surged, Qian Renxue's Divine Soul trembled, and a warm rush of blood surged upwards from her heart.
Qian Renxue suddenly opened her eyes, her golden pupils glistening with tears. A sweet taste rose in her throat, and a mouthful of warm blood spurted from her lips, landing steadily on the petals of the Lovesick Heartbreak Red.
The blood fell onto the bright red petals, but instead of sliding down, it seeped in little by little.
Buzz--
A slight tremor resounded within the temple.
The Lovesick Heartbreak Red herb shone with a crimson light, the entire Immortal Herb soaring into the air, slowly circling Qian Renxue once before gently drifting down into her palm.
The petals of the Lovesick Heartbreak Red clung to Qian Renxue's palm, warm and gentle, without any backlash. A pure and warm power flowed from her palm, slowly entering her meridians and soothing her damaged Angel Origin.
It's done.
Qian Renxue was slightly taken aback. She looked down at the quietly blooming red flower in her palm, and a great weight was lifted from her heart.
Qian Daoliu let out a long breath, his heart finally at ease, and his face lit up with undisguised joy. "Good! Good, Xiao Xue! It's a success!"
Bibi Dong's tense shoulders gradually relaxed, and the faint worry in her eyes dissipated, replaced by a subtle sense of relief.
She looked at Qian Renxue's hand holding the Lovesick Heartbreak Red, her gaze complex, containing both relief and other indescribable emotions.
Su Zui looked at the Lovesick Heartbreak Red Qian Renxue's palm and felt something touch the softest part of her heart.
That silly girl, she really did pick the Lovesick Heartbreak Red.
Suppressing his excitement, Su Zui smiled and said, "Very good, the first step has been successfully completed. The rest will be very simple."
Su Zui's eyes were full of anticipation. "Xue'er, all you need to do next is absorb the Immortal Herbs and inner core, and your Martial Soul will be restored!"