Chapter 128
Before they could even get close, they were blasted away by the violent Devil Qi, spitting out a mouthful of bright red blood.
Ye Qingchuan has now fallen into a state of madness, almost losing his mind. He doesn't recognize her at all and is even preparing to kill her. Ye Qinghui just fed Jiang Wan was shot by an arrow, a Foundation-Stabilizing Pill, and then quickly stepped forward to rescue Ye Qingyao.
Just as Ye Qingchuan was about to be devoured by Devil Qi, losing control in madness and chaos, and preparing to perish together with everyone, Ye Zhenzhen, who was lying in his arms, suddenly had a golden light shining between her brows. A drop of golden blood slowly rolled down from between her brows, like the first rays of dawn on the horizon, passing through the endless darkness and falling on Ye Qingchuan's heart.
That drop of blood, shimmering with golden light, flowed into his heart like a clear spring, cleansing the dark Devil Qi. Gradually, the layers of darkness that enveloped him dissipated, the chaotic Devil Qi was suppressed, and his Spiritual Platform transformed from chaos to clarity.
"Madam!" He looked at Ye Zhenzhen's face and tears instantly streamed down his face.
"Junior brother, quickly take Junior Sister back to the Cloudsky Sect with us. Junior Sister must miss home, miss Master and Mistress. It's time for you to go back too. Let's face everything together, okay?" Ye Qingyao wanted to call Ye Qingchuan back. She felt that her junior brother had always been obedient, kind, and harmless since childhood. He must have been bewitched to Fallen into Demonic Cultivation and become like this.
But Ye Qingchuan seemed not to hear her words at all. Holding Ye Zhenzhen, he threw out a stack of Earth-Diving Talisman is a type of talisman used for escaping into the ground) and disappeared without a trace in front of everyone.
"Third Junior Brother!" Ye Qingyao wanted to go forward to look for him, but she couldn't see a single person.
Night fell, and the moon and stars were few.
The bright moonlight shone through the window. As if she had just woken up from a long sleep, Ye Zhenzhen's Divine Soul awoke in the moonlight and found that she and Ye Qingchuan had returned to his bedchamber.
"Am I dead?" She stared in astonishment at her stiff body, unable to move at all. "But why does it feel like I'm not completely dead, like my soul hasn't left my body?"
After Ye Qingchuan brought her back, he used an antiseptic Spirit Pill to protect her body, and then, as always, held her as they rested on the bed, kissing her body. His kisses were still passionate, but they no longer ignited the heat in her body like they used to.
She was cold, like a block of ice, and no amount of warmth could warm her up.
She remained motionless, unusually docile for the first time, refusing to utter a sound or resist no matter how he tormented her.
Sometimes he would murmur to himself, "This is for the best, this way you'll never leave, you'll never be separated from me," and at other times he would weep bitterly, "My lady, please come back, please come back and stay with me, I think of you every single second."
He was sick, insane, and desperate; it was heartbreaking to see.
Ye Zhenzhen desperately wanted to reach out and comfort him, to give him a hug, but her body was already dead. Even though her Divine Soul remained, it was as if she were bound in a cage, unable to do or say anything.
How can she comfort him?
The following morning, Ye Qingchuan took Ye Zhenzhen to the Snow Mountain Hot Spring. He had promised her that he would bring her there.
This place is like a painting that blends the magnificence and tranquility of nature. The snow-capped mountains rise high into the clouds, and a natural hot spring is set like a jewel next to them. The rising steam is like a fairyland, giving people a mysterious and dreamlike feeling.
He held Ye Zhenzhen in his arms and carefully immersed her body in the hot spring. She seemed to regain her warmth in the hot spring, and he held her hand tightly, as if she were still alive.
She used to talk a lot, but now her eyes are always closed and her mouth is tightly shut.
She had never been so serene.
But her quiet, silent demeanor was so beautiful. Ye Qingchuan gazed at her with longing, as if he had rediscovered a new side of her, and he couldn't get enough of looking at her.
That was actually a corpse... Ye Zhenzhen's Divine Soul silently watched all that he did, feeling a sour and tight feeling in her heart.
And so, Ye Qingchuan would bring her to the Snow Mountain Hot Spring during the day and hold her in his arms on the bed at night, talking and chatting with her as if she were still alive. He didn't seem to like talking much before, but now he always had so much to say to her.
"You know what? The first time I met you, you were just a month old baby. When you looked at me with that sweet smile, I thought you were quite adorable."
"When I first heard your heartfelt words and heard you compliment my looks, I was actually very excited and happy. It was the first time in my life that someone had complimented my looks. But I deliberately scared you by choking you, trying to attract your attention and make you think I was different from others."
"You celebrated my birthday and led everyone in giving me birthday gifts. It was the first time in my life I'd ever received a birthday gift. Before that, I hated my parents for bringing me into this world, hated my own birthday, and hated seeing others celebrate theirs. But since then, I've never envied anyone else."
Ye Qingchuan laughed as he spoke, then started crying.
He was born a mistake, hated by his mother and disliked by his father. No one truly loved him, cared about his joys and sorrows, or truly understood him. She gave him so many firsts; she was so unique to him. He loved her to the core, more than his own life.
Three days later, Ye Zhenzhen's 15th birthday arrived.
Even though his beloved had died, Ye Qingchuan still insisted on celebrating her birthday.
He placed her in front of the mirror, carefully drawing her eyebrows, applying bright lip rouge to her lips, and painting her fingers with nail polish. Finally, he dressed her in a pale yellow Heavenly Silk Fairy Dress. He knew she loved beauty, and he wanted her to be the most beautiful woman on her birthday.
No, his Zhenzhen is the most beautiful.
He kissed her forehead, then led her to a deserted place filled with Yin Qi.
What kind of place is this? Ye Zhenzhen felt it was cold and eerie, as if many ghosts were wandering around, making crying, screaming, and threatening noises. She didn't like it here, but he seemed quite satisfied.