The Woman Who Lived by Walking Toward Death

Chen Ling'er was drunk.

Not because Wang Xian had rejected her, but because he had explained what it meant to be a woman, to be a female cultivator.

He had made her understand that she couldn't remain in Giant Dragon City forever.

There was a better world beyond it. Before she passed out, she had decided that one day she would travel to more places, just like Wang Xian.

Unlike before, Wang Xian didn't try to talk Chen Ling'er out of it this time.

If he weren't saddled with so many troubles, he would have wanted to drink himself senseless for three days, too.

Thinking back, the happiest time had been those three months in Sand City on the Heavenly Road.

He'd hidden away in a Daoist temple, copying scriptures, studying the Dao of talismans, and learning how to make mutton buns from Old Zhang.

Ever since leaving Sand City, he'd hardly had a moment's peace.

Even when he'd ascended in a single day with that fellow Hua Yurong and arrived in the Demon Realm, he hadn't enjoyed much time at leisure in his teacher Qin Jun's library.

Only after carrying Chen Ling'er inside and laying her down—and waiting until she started snoring—did Wang Xian activate the courtyard's formation and head for the General's Mansion across the way.

On this windy, moonlit night, he was going to do something he'd never done before and never wanted to do again.

Something momentous.

After nightfall, spring rain fell over Giant Dragon City for half an hour.

Unlike the usual gentle drizzle, Giant Dragon City, with Qingming approaching, was suddenly lashed by a torrential downpour.

It was as if even Heaven couldn't bear to see bloodshed in the world, and had sent a fierce storm to wash away the day's bloodiness.

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