A Hundred Years of Your Freedom

Perhaps still feeling a bit shy as a man, Jiang Zhuoxue didn't stay on Sang Ying's back for long before struggling and jumping off to the ground.

He was, after all, Dragon Race. Even though he had been tricked and lost many treasures, his own strength would not change easily. Therefore, the minor injuries he had suffered earlier healed quickly.

However, this wasn't the only reason Jiang Zhuoxue didn't want to stay on Sang Ying's back for long. It was also because Sang Ying's body temperature gradually seeped through their clothes and onto him, making Jiang Zhuoxue feel both reluctant and awkward.

He dared not linger any longer, after all, he knew he was not Jiang Zhuoxue. What if he came to regard Sang Ying as one of his own, only to have his true identity suddenly exposed?

Having grown accustomed to Sang Ying, how will he accept the days without her?

Although Jiang Zhuoxue was determined to play the role of the person Sang Ying was looking for and would try her best to keep her identity from being exposed, nothing is absolute, and Jiang Zhuoxue was unwilling to put herself in such a passive position.

Sang Ying was naturally unaware of his ulterior motives.

However, Sang Ying wasn't really that oblivious. She could sense Jiang Zhuoxue's displeasure, but she didn't know exactly why the boy was unhappy.

However, Sang Ying's idea was simple: since she couldn't figure it out, she might as well divert his attention elsewhere.

"By the way, have you found Scarlet Blood Grass nearby?" she suddenly asked Jiang Zhuoxue with her.

Jiang Zhuoxue was taken aback by her question, but quickly replied, "I haven't found this kind of spiritual herb, but perhaps we haven't gone far enough."

His current Divine Sense can only see a limited area. Once he fully recovers and reaches adulthood, he will likely be able to see the entire secret realm in a single glance. No treasure in any place will escape his eyes.

Hearing Jiang Zhuoxue's answer, Sang Ying wasn't as disappointed as him. She already knew how rare the Scarlet Blood Grass was, and she never thought she could find it so easily.

"It's alright, we still have a month, enough time to find the things. By the way, we should also look for some good stuff, otherwise we won't be able to explain to Gu Wangchuan if we go back empty-handed." She had promised Gu Wangchuan before she left that she would definitely bring him some good things back, and she couldn't break her promise.

Upon hearing this, Jiang Zhuoxue's heart, which had been warmed by her excessive intimacy, gradually returned to its previous calm.

"You seem to care a lot about that Gu Wangchuan." Jiang Zhuoxue didn't even know what tone he used when he said this. Without anyone reminding him, he felt that his tone was a little sour.

Sang Ying didn't understand what he was unhappy about again, but she still answered his question, "Gu Wangchuan is a powerful swordsman, and he will be a swordsman with a promising future."

Jiang Zhuoxue scoffed at this. "You overestimate him. He's just a Rogue Cultivator, and his Swordsmanship is all fragmented, learned from others, and utterly disorganized. Besides, he's a busybody and likes to offend people. Whether he'll even live to be a hundred is a question."

Jiang Zhuoxue spoke to Sang Ying with a mixture of disdain and complaint.

Sang Ying laughed, "Then how about we make a bet? I bet that Gu Wangchuan will achieve great things in the future and eventually ascend to immortality?"

"Okay, what's your bet?" Jiang Zhuoxue could tell that Sang Ying thought highly of Gu Wangchuan, but he wasn't too surprised.

Although he had said a lot of bad things about Gu Wangchuan before, he didn't actually dislike people who liked to meddle in other people's business.

When Jiang Zhuoxue first arrived in the Lower Realm, he was captured. In his most desperate and painful moment, he hoped that someone who couldn't stand those evil deeds would stand up and rescue him from the mire.

But in the end, he mustered his last bit of strength and escaped from that hellish place.

His escape from there was only the beginning, not the end.

Jiang Zhuoxue often wondered what would have happened if Sang Ying hadn't appeared in that alley that day, or if she hadn't come to her rescue.

So what would I look like now?

He has already escaped once, so when those people catch him again, they will definitely not give him another chance to escape.

In this way, even if Jiang Zhuoxue is not killed, she will completely lose her ability to move and become a cripple.

Thinking of this, he closed his eyes.

He has always been a proud man, and becoming a cripple would be more painful for him than death.

"What are we betting on?" Jiang Zhuoxue looked up at Sang Ying, but he couldn't see Sang Ying's face clearly, only a blurry shadow.

Even so, he still thought Sang Ying was beautiful.

Sang Ying's voice was very soft, as if it could fly. "Then, I'll bet your freedom for the next hundred years."

Jiang Zhuoxue's expression instantly turned cold. What did she mean? Was she finally going to take action against her, just like those other people?

"What does this mean? What freedom?" Jiang Zhuoxue asked, her voice still somewhat strained.

"I want you to stay in this secret realm for the next hundred years and not leave. Only after a hundred years will you be able to leave. At that time, whether you go for revenge or something else, I will not stop you." Sang Ying finally revealed her plan.

She knew Jiang Zhuoxue's temperament all too well; if she weren't there to keep him in check, he would definitely turn the entire Hidden Nether Realm upside down.

However, Sang Ying knew even better that in his current situation, let alone seeking revenge, he would likely be locked up again and forced to relive those nightmarish experiences if he revealed anything.

Sang Ying didn't want the person she had gone to so much trouble to rescue to fall into someone else's hands again, so she could only try her best to help him make some plans before leaving.

After listening to Sang Ying's words, Jiang Zhuoxue quickly understood what she meant.

"You want me to recuperate here?" This little secret realm has enough Spiritual Qi for him to cultivate here alone for a hundred years.

Moreover, given such a long period of time, even if they fail to find the Scarlet Blood Grass this time, Jiang Zhuoxue will have plenty of time to find this spiritual herb in the future to heal his injuries.

If Jiang Zhuoxue's first reaction upon hearing this before was sadness and fear, now he felt reassured and grateful. He bit his lower lip and couldn't help but ask, "Will you stay with me for the next hundred years?"

He didn't mention the bet at all, but subconsciously agreed to Sang Ying's request.

Upon hearing this, Sang Ying looked at him with helplessness in her eyes. "I can't accompany you, but I believe you can safely spend a hundred years in this secret realm on your own."

Jiang Zhuoxue's joy faded somewhat, but he still stubbornly said, "Of course, I am Dragon Race, why would I need you to worry about me?"

His expression still held a hint of stubbornness.

"Okay, I'm relieved to hear that."

What do you mean by "relieved"? It's as if she's about to leave this place. Jiang Zhuoxue suddenly felt a little flustered, and before she could ask another question, Sang Ying's expression suddenly turned cold and stern.

"Don't speak! Someone's coming."

A note from the author:

Sorry, I was dragged away to help out today, so this is the only update I can post. I'm really sorry.

I'll make it up to everyone tomorrow at midnight~