Cangxuan: Red Kite, You've Worked Hard All This Time

The world conjured up a hazy boundary, and the scenery of Mount Taixu and the myriad feathers disappeared at the edge of the field of vision. Su Qing'an watched as countless trivial scenes flashed by at the speed of light in a rewind.

He couldn't see even a fraction of the scenes from his memory, but some subtle emotions seemed to resonate deep within him.

Like the tip of a feather brushing against the heart, an indescribable, subtle sensation permeates the entire body like water.

hua...

In this encounter, Su Qing'an came closer to this person than ever before.

The joys and sorrows that had long been dormant in the boy's Heart Seal began to resonate in his soul, creating a strange melody.

It seems that this has also caused a different kind of change in the Soul Essence.

It didn't become stronger, but some other things definitely appeared inside.

The fragments of memory that had enveloped my retina receded like the tide, and were replaced by a sudden, bright light.

"Chi Yuan, this is a weather forecasting device I recently developed. With it, we can know the weather for the next three days without leaving home."

"So please go out more often lately and check the weather for me."

A soft, cool voice reached her ears, Su Qing'an discovered, through the once dazzling light, that the world before her had been reconstructed into a different scene.

But this time, it's different from those fleeting memories.

Everything was so vivid, it felt as if it had transported him back to a distant past.

The speaker was a petite girl with delicate, youthful features and deep blue eyes that were calm yet conveyed a sense of timelessness.

The old-fashioned white dress she wore gave the girl a dignified air that transcended her age.

The person who just spoke was her.

At that moment, she was looking at a piece of equipment and talking to the person next to her.

"Good."

"But Cang Xuan, if you want to know the weather, can't you just look out the window?"

Why do you want me to go out?

The one who responded to the girl's words was Fu Hua from a distant era.

At this moment, she looked completely different from anyone Su Qing'an had ever seen before. Her long, snow-white hair was casually tied back, with a few strands of crimson showing through the white hair on her forehead.

The clothing, clinging to the body, accentuated her beautiful curves, while the figure of the Buddha, with its slender waist as the focal point, exuded an alluring charm.

The exposed side of her thighs makes one want to get closer to the vague image extending to the inner side of her buttocks; the slightly exposed bright white skin and snow-white hair complement each other perfectly.

This was an exceptionally gorgeous and exquisite outfit, but compared to the conservative style of a young girl on a daily basis, it appeared somewhat erotic.

But this was tempered by her solemn and dignified aura, and her detached, almost ethereal presence, creating a unique and strange atmosphere.

If we were to express this in the context of Shenzhou, it would roughly be what is known as an immortal.

It is so otherworldly that it prevents one from having even the slightest thought of profanity.

"This is from the time of Shenzhou," Su Qing'an thought to himself as he turned his gaze to the girl.

And this was one of Hua's former friends, Cang Xuan.

If this were a scene that had actually happened in history, then it wouldn't be hard to understand why I'm here.

This should be a detailed memory from one of the feathers, while the myriad images that flashed by before were a process of selection.

Select the images you truly want him to see from among these feathers.

What we see before us may be the result of the selection process.

Otherwise, Su Qing'an couldn't explain why these feathers reacted to him, and why they presented a current of all his memories that had penetrated his own soul.

The boy didn't believe it was just a coincidence, so he thought his judgment had a certain degree of accuracy.

It's like a drop of water left on your palm after a tide has passed.

But this one drop of water was specifically reserved for him.

Su Qing'an carefully observed the scene before her, waiting to see how things would unfold.

Cang Xuan lay languidly in a bamboo rocking chair, glancing out the window as she said:

"Some rooms have windows that don't offer a view of the outside."

Chi Yuan nodded slightly.

"Too..."

The girl's expression was indifferent. She slumped in the bamboo chair and continued:

"Besides... I'm too lazy to move."

A hint of helpless smile flickered across Chi Yuan's indifferent expression as she softly replied:

"... I understand, I'll go check for you."

After Cang Xuan hummed in agreement, she seemed to suddenly remember something, and she said slowly and deliberately:

"By the way, Dan Zhu said she'd cook today, she should be making a ruckus in the kitchen by now, right?"

Upon hearing this, the girl's expression turned somewhat strange. She stood up and said:

"I'll go check on her. I'm really worried about Dan Zhu's cooking."

Then, in response to Cang Xuan's slight nod of his chin, Chi Yuan walked towards the kitchen.

All of this resembled the mundane daily life Fu Hua shared with her friend before he died.

A warm and ordinary daily life...

And at some point in the future, all of these will eventually vanish into nothingness.

All that remains today is the memory contained within this feather.

But what is the true meaning of this memory for me?

Let him know his incompetence?

Let Su Qing'an know that even though he understands everything.

Even though he saw the weight of everything the girl had lost, was he still... powerless?

No one can cross those past years to redeem a phantom that has long since drowned in sorrow.

Su Qing'an couldn't either.

A complete waste who can't even save himself, yet he always dreams of dragging the gods down from their thrones filled with rotting corpses. Isn't that laughable?

But at a certain moment, he had such a delusional thought.

Even now, when I fully understand how ridiculous this idea is, it has still taken root and sown its seeds.

If one day Su Qing'an truly manages to unleash a sword strike faster than time itself, then that will be his next target.

"What are you thinking, guest who doesn't exist in the past or future?"

The words that followed shattered Su Qing'an's reverie. He looked blankly in the direction of the voice at the girl sitting leisurely in the bamboo basket chair.

Cang Xuan was speaking, but the only thing existing in this room was himself, someone from outside his memories.

What's going on? Is it a special kind of sentiment remaining within this feather?

She has a certain sense of self, which is why she can see herself?

However, this doesn't Dao Integration. If those feathers carried Fu Hua's memories, then such an existence shouldn't exist.

Cang Xuan looked in Su Qing'an's direction, then suddenly covered her lips with her long sleeve and smiled. She said:

"Don't even think about it, sir."

"I am not a being of longing; I am merely a memory from the past. At this moment, it should just be considered my own talking to myself, right?"

Her gaze drifted into the distance, as if she were truly seeing the figure of someone:

"But I understand, I know."

"Sooner or later, a guest with a complicated connection to Chi Yuan will see this memory."

Su Qing'an noticed the flaw. If what the other party said was true, then theoretically this scene was something Fu Hua did not see, so it should not exist in this feather.

What's inside the feathers should all be Fu Hua's own memories.

Cang Xuan seemed to see through the distant past and perceive the boy's confusion. She gently parted her lips and said:

"Udu-dust".

"The power inherent in each Divine Key, and the consequences it can cause, cannot be understood by ordinary reason."

"As I understand it, Chi Yuan's Divine Key has the function of instinctively recording memories, so even if Chi Yuan herself doesn't have this memory, it will still be automatically recorded into me by Udu-dust while I'm nearby."

That's why I did it.

The girl, her petite frame reclining comfortably in the swaying bamboo basket chair, said softly:

"After all, it's still a bit embarrassing to talk to thin air like that in front of her."

Although this guy didn't seem to have any shame whatsoever, Su Qing'an had no mood to complain in this situation.

If what Cang Xuan said is true, then she herself must possess an ability similar to foreseeing the future, or the means to achieve this goal.

Assuming such an ability truly exists and can be used at will, Su Qing'an cannot imagine how the Previous Civilization was destroyed, unless the despair they ultimately faced was truly an overwhelming force that was absolutely irresistible.

The Finality.

As Su Qing'an silently murmured these two profound phrases, she inexplicably felt a sense of powerless despair, as if she were experiencing the same feeling herself.

It's not a feeling you can understand just by knowing the plot; it's a kind of pitch-black color that's completely indistinct on the page, and even knowing just a few bits and pieces of it fills you with fear.

Cang Xuan continued:

"As you might think, I do have a slight ability to foresee the future."

"Of course, this ability is incomplete, uncontrollable, and almost useless—its correctness cannot be verified—but thanks to it, I've also seen some interesting things."

"Like you."

At this point, a new light appeared on the girl's previously calm expression, and she chuckled softly as she said:

"Hmph, if it's really as I see it..."

"Has that Chi Yuan finally come to her senses? That's truly rare."

"Actually, I'm not sure if the future I foresee will come true."

"But let's assume that you, this guest, truly exist and actually heard those words."

"Well, I'm sorry, but I can't offer you anything in return."

Cang Xuan gazed at the blue sky outside the window, her expression softening. After a moment of silence, she whispered:

"I only have one sentence to say to you, about Chi Yuan."

"She is a wonderful person, but also incredibly clumsy and stubborn. She has already had a very difficult time all this time."

"Whether for the sake of this world, for the things she cares about, or for that belief, she has always been striving to move forward."

"But she never lived for herself."

"So, if possible."

"Be nicer to her."

With this whispered phrase as the ending, the scene before my eyes gradually vanished like a bubble.

But in the end, Su Qing'an saw black smoke rising from the kitchen, Fu Hua helplessly cleaning up the mess for Dan Zhu.

The girl at that time had a warm and unsad smile on her face.

Looking at that smile, Su Qing'an responded softly:

"I would have done it even without you telling me."

The next second, reality returned.