The Seventh Wish

"Soft Feather, what are you doing?" At that moment, a gentle voice came from afar.

Soft Feather quickly closed her laptop and turned to look at the person who had come in.

She was a woman who looked to be around twenty-five or twenty-six years old, but her eyes and brows revealed a maturity far beyond her apparent age. She was none other than Soft Feather's good friend, Chu Chunying, the eldest daughter of the Chu Cultivation Aristocratic Clan.

"Sister Chu, hehe, I'm chatting with a senior." Soft Feather put away her laptop, stood up, and stretched. Then, she quickly ran to Chu Chunying's side, leaned over, and pressed her head against her slightly protruding belly. "How's the baby doing lately? Is he still kicking you? How many times did he kick yesterday?"

Chu Chunying laughed and said, "How am I supposed to answer the question about how many times the baby kicks in a day? I'm not going to count the number of times he kicks me all day long."

"I feel like I'll definitely count them when I get pregnant, and I'll remember them perfectly." Soft Feather revealed a sharp canine tooth. "If my baby kicks me a few times, I'll write down every single one in a notebook. When he or she grows up, I'll settle this score with him or her!"

Looking at Soft Feather's serious face, Chu Chunying was both amused and exasperated. "You're not even married yet, and you're already thinking about having children. Aren't you ashamed?"

"Hehe." Soft Feather carefully pressed her ear to her lower abdomen, listening to the baby's movements inside.

Chu Chunying gently patted Soft Feather's hair.

How envious! Decades have passed, yet Soft Feather's personality has hardly changed. She remains innocent and naive, full of enthusiasm and curiosity for everything. How much Venerable Spirit Butterfly must love this precious daughter!

Although she was only three years older than Soft Feather, she had experienced far too much. Now that she was married, she felt as if she had aged a lot all at once.

When she was with Soft Feather, she felt like she wasn't Soft Feather's older sister, but rather like Soft Feather's mother.

Ultimately, the Cultivation World is a place where strength matters. The Chu Aristocratic Clan's lack of power is what has caused them so many unexpected troubles.

Looking at Soft Feather, Chu Chunying's eyes softened, but she sighed inwardly.

Originally, she didn't want to involve Soft Feather in her family's troubles. She felt a little reluctant to let Soft Feather see such a dark side of the Cultivation World.

Unexpectedly, Spirit Butterfly Island was so well-informed. She had only been out of contact with Soft Feather for a short time, and Soft Feather had come to her door to help her.

"Thank you, Soft Feather," Chu Chunying said softly.

"No need to thank me, I haven't been able to help at all." Soft Feather looked up and asked, "How's the matter with that cultivation sect going? They can't just hide in the shadows and use underhanded tricks against the Chu Aristocratic Clan, can they? Since they want the Sword Formula, they'll eventually have to show themselves, won't they?"

"What they want is simply for us aristocratic families to obediently hand over the Sword Formula," Chu Chunying said softly.

The other party is trying to have their cake and eat it too.

Soft Feather gritted her teeth in resentment and said, "Sister Chu, how do you and your elders plan to deal with this?"

"The clan elders said that since they want to save face, then we'll make them tear off the mask." Chu Chunying's lips curled up, her eyes sharp. "The clan elders want to force them onto the 'Immortal Severing Platform'."

The Immortal Severing Platform is a place where two cultivation factions have irreconcilable conflicts, but haven't reached the point of a life-or-death battle. In such cases, they each send representatives to the Immortal Severing Platform to settle their scores.

On the Immortal Severing Platform, life and death are without grudges. After the Immortal Severing Platform, all grudges are wiped clean—of course, grudges on the surface can be wiped clean, but grudges in the heart are beyond anyone's control.

"The Immortal Severing Platform? I'll go, I'll go!" Soft Feather's eyes lit up, and she clenched her fists tightly. "Good sister, let me take charge! Watch me crush their entire sect from top to bottom!"

Soft Feather's confidence stemmed from her formidable strength—the opponent was merely a small sect, much smaller than the Moon Saber Sect, which was wiped out in the Su Clan’s Sixteen incident, and even weaker than the Immortal Farmer Sect.

Within the entire small sect, the most powerful being was a Supreme Elder who had barely reached the Fourth-Grade Realm, and whose lifespan was not long.

There are only three people with the Third-Grade Realm cultivation level: the sect leader, the deputy sect leader, and one protector. Most of the rest are disciples with the Second-Grade cultivation level.

As long as that Supreme Elder doesn't intervene, Soft Feather can single-handedly fight her way in and out of the opposing sect seven times over.

Even if the Grand Elder were to intervene, Soft Feather wouldn't be afraid—her father had prepared many treasures for her, so she could escape even if a sixth -Sixth-Grade True Lord Fourth-Grade Cultivator.

"I appreciate your kindness," Chu Chunying said softly. "However, on the Immortal Severing Platform, life and death are irreconcilable, and only members of our Chu Aristocratic Clan and the opposing sect are allowed to go up. No external assistance is permitted."

If you want to find an outsider to join your sect to participate in the Immortal Severing Platform, the guards of the Immortal Severing Platform are not to be trifled with. If the temporary outsider dares to go on stage, the guards will not hesitate to give you a stab.

"It's alright. My father gave me a treasure when I came out this time. It can transform into He Ren. I can become any disciple of your family and take the stage in your place. With the strength of the guards sent by the Chu Clan family and the other sect after they applied for the Immortal Severing Platform, they definitely can't see through the transformation of that treasure," Soft Feather said smugly.

The strength of the guards varies. Depending on the overall strength of the sects that applied to the Immortal Severing Platform, the strength of the guards sent to the platform also differs.

As she spoke, Soft Feather touched her chest.

"..." Soft Feather looked annoyed. "Oh no, that treasure was lent to Senior Song before, and it's still with Senior Song."

"Thank you, Soft Feather. But we really don't need your help; we can handle it ourselves," Chu Chunying said with a light laugh.

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Above the Eastern Sea, the Venerable White sat atop a giant whale.

Beside him, Doudou and the little monk had woken up, but they were still unable to move their bodies; only their eyeballs could move a few times.

The Venerable White placed bamboo sticks on the giant whale's body, seemingly setting up some kind of formation.

"Let's try again. I have a feeling that if I really want to find that Mysterious Island, I should be able to find it," Venerable White murmured.

The formation he set up appeared to be a divination array.

Senior White is serious about finding the Mysterious Island series this time.

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On Heavenly Island.

Song Shuhang and the Miss Jiudeng once again boarded the lone boat and rowed with their oars. Finally, they returned to the temple of the girl with Jiudeng.

Jiudeng sat back down in his seat, resting his chin on his hand once more, his fingers tapping the table.

"Miss Jiudeng, do you have paper and pen?" Song Shuhang asked.

"Yes, what's it for?" Jiudeng handed over a roll of white paper and a pen.

Song Shuhang took the pen and paper and wrote the four characters "Dragonbone Withered Vine" on it in a crooked manner. After the writing dried, he used it to wrap the Sixteen Dragonbone Withered Vine.

After finishing writing, Song Shuhang suddenly remembered a question and asked, "By the way, Miss Jiudeng, when I leave the island and Memory-Sealing Spell, do I need to destroy these words?"

The Dragonbone Withered Vine are as thin as hair... What if, after their memories are sealed and they're sent off the island, they forget what these are, and then, without paying close attention to their shape, carelessly throw them away?

You'll cry your eyes out.

"Don't worry, these words that have nothing to do with Heavenly Island won't be erased," the Miss Jiudeng assured her.

"That's good, thank you so much!" Song Shuhang breathed a sigh of relief.

"Haha, that's a wonderful way to say 'I'm extremely grateful'!" said the Miss Jiudeng.

"I really like it!" Song Shuhang replied.

Miss Jiudeng froze for a moment. "Why did you interrupt me? Your interruption has halved my enjoyment!"

Song Shuhang: "..."

Miss Jiudeng rolled her eyes, then took out her little notebook and scribbled something on it.

6: Fulfill one of his wishes, which is neither too big nor too small. (Fresh scratch)

This seemingly troublesome wish was surprisingly fulfilled smoothly.

Finally, it's time for the last wish! I'm a little excited. What will my last wish be?

After the sixth wish was painfully fulfilled, the last wish finally emerged.

[7: Finally, I want to be a happy bride...]

Upon seeing this opening, the Miss Jiudeng' face changed drastically, turning deathly pale. She gritted her teeth and continued reading.

[Then, we had two lovely children, a boy and a girl...]

Miss Jiudeng rubbed her face vigorously, then slammed her head against the table.

Knock knock knock!

Debris flew everywhere on the tabletop, which was made of some unknown material.

Song Shuhang looked at Jiudeng, who had suddenly acted strangely, and asked, "Miss Jiudeng, what are you doing?"

The Miss Jiudeng raised her head, smiled sweetly, and said with captivating charm, "It's nothing, I just want to be alone."

Song Shuhang opened his mouth, then remained silent.

The Miss Jiudeng brushed the wood chips off her forehead and continued looking down.

Getting married and then having children? Just thinking about it is a terrifying idea.

Moreover, I must have one son and one daughter. Is that something I can control? Okay... perhaps cultivators have the means to do so, but that's not the problem!

The problem is having children—what a terrible desire!

[Then, I'll accompany him as he slowly grows old, watching our son grow up and get married. Then I'll watch my daughter grow up, and from a young age, I'll let her hair grow long, with cute bangs. From a young age, I'll dress her in pretty clothes and cute little boots.]

I just remembered, long hair!

This seems to be the resentment I felt when I first learned I was going to shave my head and become a monk? Damn it. It's just shaving my head, why so much resentment?

Being bald is great! You don't have to take care of your hair, and you don't have to worry about pressing on your hair while sleeping!

Keep reading.

Finally, she watched her daughter grow up with him, then married and moved far away. And then, together in bed, they cried their eyes out.

Miss Jiudeng: "..."