Cohabitation with Cai'er?

A powerful killing intent, like a tangible wave, crashed onto the white-robed figure.

He was struck as if by lightning, frozen in place, unable to move.

The white-robed figure was completely stunned.

He was an eighth-tier expert, yet before this power, he felt as insignificant as an ant.

The power of the Reincarnation Sacred Sword!

That was a power capable of judging gods and demons! Who dared to challenge its edge?

He dared not take another step forward.

However, that young man was covered in wounds; if he wasn't treated soon, he might...

The white-robed figure was extremely anxious but utterly helpless.

Saint Cai'er no longer paid him any mind. She lowered her head and looked at the unconscious Long Xuanye in her arms with pity.

Her small hand gently pressed against his chest.

Hummm--

Threads of visible silver light flowed out from her body, transforming into the purest life energy and slowly injecting into Long Xuanye's body.

That was the power of the Reincarnation Spirit Furnace.

As the power was transferred, her already pale face became even more translucent, as if she might dissipate at any moment.

Meanwhile, the gruesome wounds on Long Xuanye's body were healing at an astonishing speed.

In the depths of the void, the Reincarnation Sacred Sword let out a pleasant, soft hum, as if commending her actions.

Within Long Xuanye's hazy consciousness, he seemed to hear the sound of some shackles shattering.

In the System panel, the number representing his talent quietly jumped from "99" to "100."

Perfection.

However, the reward obtained through such desperate effort still lay quietly in the depths of his consciousness, awaiting the moment he truly awoke.

The white-robed figure stood to the side, watching the scene unfold with helplessness.

"Saintess Your Highness, why must you go through such trouble..."

He sighed deeply, his gaze falling back onto Long Xuanye's face.

In his eyes, there was no trace of scrutiny, only pure admiration.

To be treated so by the Saintess Your Highness.

This young man was no ordinary person.

Or rather, he was never ordinary to begin with!

The forest was deathly silent.

Only the rustling of the wind through the treetops and the occasional bird song from afar could be heard.

Golden sunlight pierced through the layers of branches and leaves, transforming into dappled spots of light that gently cascaded down.

The light enveloped both the wolf corpses in the blood and the embracing young man and woman.

Their clothes were tattered, their bodies covered in blood, their slender frames seeming as though they would fall with a gust of wind.

But ultimately, the two faced the sunlight.

The white-robed figure stood quietly, letting out another sigh.

Forget it.

Let them stay a little longer.

His gaze fell upon Saint Cai'er. The Reincarnation Power that could shake his very soul was receding like a tide.

This girl could not yet control the true might of the Spiritual Furnace.

The outburst just now was merely instinct born of desperation, mixed with resonance from the Holy Sword.

Once this boy woke up and he confirmed he was unharmed, he would have to take the Saintess Your Highness away.

The white-robed figure found this somewhat troublesome.

At that time, the Saintess Your Highness would be powerless to resist, but she would surely be heartbroken again.

As for this young man named Long Xuanye...

He hadn't even awakened his Inner Spiritual Power.

Naturally, he wouldn't be able to cause any trouble.

It's just that...

A hint of reluctance and pity flickered in the white-robed figure's eyes.

"Saintess Your Highness, the warmth you feel may soon come to an end."

"When you return to that place, you will once again fall into the boundless hell."

"But there's no other way."

"For the future of humanity, this is your destiny."

Long Xuanye's consciousness slowly surfaced from the boundless Darkness.

There was no anticipated searing pain. Instead, warmth spread through his limbs, so comfortable it made him want to sink into it.

A faint scent of dried grass lingered at his nose, mixed with a unique, clean, and pleasant feminine fragrance.

Long Xuanye struggled to lift his heavy eyelids, his vision gradually clearing from blurry.

What greeted his eyes was the familiar, uneven rock wall.

This was... the cave he usually hid in?

A hint of surprise flickered through his mind.

Shouldn't this place be damp, dark, filled with clutter, and emitting a faint musty odor?

But now.

Beneath him was a thick, soft pile of dried grass, completely isolating him from the cave's cold and dampness.

The cave floor had been swept clean, not even a single extra stone in sight.

His broken dagger and another intact one had been wiped clean and neatly placed to the side.

Not far away, a small campfire even burned, its orange-red flames quietly dispelling the chill in the cave with soft crackling sounds.

Everything was impeccably orderly.

Long Xuanye struggled, trying to sit up.

As soon as he moved, a slender shadow floated over.

A cool, small hand pressed down on his shoulder. The touch was light, soft, and comfortable.

He looked up, meeting a pair of clear, purple eyes.

It was Saint Cai'er.

She silently shook her head, signaling him not to move.

Then, the girl picked up a stone bowl that had been warming by the fire. Inside was a thoroughly cooked beast meat porridge, steaming hot and emitting an enticing aroma.

She used a sharpened wooden spoon, scooped up a spoonful, blew on it gently, and brought it to his lips.

Long Xuanye was somewhat stunned.

He wanted to speak, to ask about the White-robed figure, about his inexplicable recovery, and even more about her...

But Saint Cai'er just watched him intently, his reflection mirrored in her purple eyes, her expression clearly conveying "Eat quickly."

He had no choice but to open his mouth and swallow the warm meat porridge.

Warmth flowed down his esophagus into his stomach, quickly spreading to his limbs and dispelling the last vestiges of weakness.

One spoonful, then another.

Saint Cai'er fed him patiently, without speaking much, as if this was the only thing in the world worth her attention.

Long Xuanye's gaze involuntarily swept over the corners of the cave.

Near the entrance, two smooth, small wooden sticks leaned against the wall. Their tops were meticulously wrapped with vines, clearly designed for an easy grip.

Were those... crutches prepared for him?

A strange feeling spread through Long Xuanye's heart.

Throughout the entire process, he had been like an infant unable to move, completely taken care of.

He hadn't even been able to interject a complete sentence.

This... was Saint Cai'er?

The Saint Cai'er from his memory shouldn't be like this.

In the original story, it was always Long Haochen who took care of her, protected her, and saved her from endless Darkness and slaughter.

No.

Long Xuanye suddenly realized how ridiculous he was being.

He had forgotten that this girl had been abandoned in the wilderness at the age of three.

When it came to wilderness survival, this young girl was the true expert.

Starting a fire, finding food, treating wounds, finding safe shelter... In which of these was she not more professional than him, a transmigrator who had only struggled in the wild for half a month?

The so-called care was merely his own wishful thinking, relying on his adult soul.

In front of her, he was the one who needed to be cared for.

The bowl of porridge was quickly finished.

Saint Cai'er put down the stone bowl and picked up a clean piece of beast hide, meticulously wiping the corners of his mouth.

After finishing this, she quietly sat beside him, watching him, as if confirming if he had any other needs.