Chapter 203: Being able to enjoy the snow together with Sister Jiang is my honor
That crimson dress struck Mu Sanniang as somewhat familiar.
Perhaps the impression that person left on her ten years ago was too deep, making it unforgettable to this day.
That was likely the first time in her life she had met an “Immortal.”
But this “Immortal” lacked any of the grace befitting an immortal. Instead, she was shamelessly bold, actively seducing her younger brother…
At the time, young Chen An was only seven or eight years old!
What kind of “Immortal” was that?
She should be called an old vixen!
Mu Sanniang thought indignantly, and her once dull eyes regained their luster.
Watching the scene in the magical projection, her heart ached slightly.
It had to be said, if one disregarded the vixen’s actual age, the young man and woman standing and kneeling in the heavy snow cut a rather fitting pair.
But soon, she shook her head again.
No, her brother needed her care right now. How could she possibly…
Mu Sanniang wiped her face, suppressing those inappropriate emotions deep within her heart.
Whenever matters involved her brother, she could always make concessions.
So, when she saw someone holding an umbrella for her brother, even though she disliked this person, and even though this person clearly had ulterior motives,
She quickly let go of her reservations and genuinely felt happy for her brother.
Besides, it was just holding an umbrella, not doing anything else…
Mu Sanniang thought to herself, comforting herself.
The young woman’s reaction, observed by the old woman secretly watching her, caused the latter to falter.
She thought, this isn’t right. Shouldn’t you have a mental breakdown so I can take advantage?
Why are you perking up instead?
The phantom hiding in the sea of consciousness became extremely displeased.
She felt like she had suffered a great loss this time.
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The winter sun rose slowly, sluggishly, lingering on the horizon for a long time.
The sunlight it cast was not warm at all; it merely illuminated the entire sky.
The crimson dress quietly vanished at the very end of the pre-dawn glow.
After all, she was not a disciple of the Tai Xuan Sect. Her presence in the inner sect area was only possible due to the strong connections of the older generation.
Now that it was daylight, it was naturally not appropriate to stay any longer.
However, it was precisely her identity as an outsider that allowed her to cleverly circumvent Dao Xuan Zhenren’s command.
He had only said that Tai Xuan Sect disciples were not allowed to enter, not that others couldn’t.
Jiang Qiuchi, always sharp, quickly grasped this meaning.
Of course, this was just her own unilateral guess. If she truly angered this Tribulation Crossing True Monarch…
Jiang Qiuchi hadn’t considered the consequences.
She only felt a pang of sympathy, always feeling that she had to do something for that fool.
Well, let’s consider it as this young lady caring for an idiot.
Jiang Qiuchi thought, casting one last glance at the young man still kneeling in the snow before leaving.
Her red lips moved slightly, and she transmitted her voice: “Fool, keep going.”
The young man seemed to have heard her, turning his head to look. His movements, due to rigid limbs, were somewhat slow.
Jiang Qiuchi could see his lips move, forming a word that roughly sounded like “thank you.”
For some reason, seeing the young man’s stubbornness made her feel a tightness in her chest.
She suppressed the urge to turn back, leaving one last message before hurrying away.
She had to leave. If other Tai Xuan Sect disciples found out later, things would become even more troublesome.
Behind the young woman, Chen An silently watched her depart, her exceptionally gentle tone of voice echoing in his ears.
“Fool…”
“Wait for me, I’ll be back tonight.”
Facing Jiang Qiuchi’s words, he fell silent, unsure how to respond.
Should he refuse, asking her never to come again?
Chen An found it hard to say, and he didn’t want to.
Just then, a gust of wind and snow blew, causing him to shiver and his thoughts to scatter.
He steadied himself and continued to maintain his kneeling posture.
But would doing this truly yield any results?
Perhaps even Chen An himself couldn’t find the answer to this question.
Just as Jiang Qiuchi could only offer him an umbrella.
And all he could do for his sister was to kneel in front of Dao Xuan Zhenren’s cave mansion.
Without the shelter of the umbrella, the young man’s slender figure was quickly swallowed by the wind and snow.
Snowflakes fell on his shoulders, gradually melting into water, seeping into his clothes, bringing a chilling sensation.
The young man knelt like this, from sunrise to noon.
It was a precise replica of yesterday.
Even the disciples from Shang Xuan Peak who came to watch the spectacle remained the same.
They arrived with perfect punctuality, standing not far away, chatting and laughing, occasionally pointing and gesturing at the young man.
Some even deliberately used their spiritual energy to move stones and build a pavilion.
They huddled around a fire, brewing tea, creating a lively scene.
Fortunately, the young man’s expression remained calm and unmoving, seemingly unaffected.
All of this, however, was witnessed by Mu Sanniang on Tianshan Mountain.
She couldn’t bear to watch, closing her eyes, gritting her teeth, her body trembling slightly.
She knew that Chen An was enduring all of this because of her being implicated.
Otherwise, with her brother’s talent and the sect leader’s favor, how could he have ended up in such a predicament…
The young woman’s expression turned frighteningly grim.
She stared intently at the faces of those Shang Xuan Peak disciples, as if wanting to memorize them all.
She also saw the leader, who was the same young man who had sneakily attacked her under the Nether Prison without explanation.
Clearly, his junior brother was no longer human…
And she hadn’t been wrong at all…
Mu Sanniang lowered her head slightly, her palm clenching unconsciously.
In her unguarded eyes, a hint of unconcealable crimson flashed.
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The next day, night fell as expected.
Dao Xuan Zhenren’s cave mansion remained tightly shut, showing no sign of activity.
Perhaps, as Jiang Qiuchi had said, Chen An’s little trick was simply not presentable.
The situation seemed to have reached a deadlock.
Chen An’s consciousness began to grow heavy.
He felt a bit tired.
But in the next moment, a fierce gust of wind and snow suddenly poured into his throat, causing the young man to instinctively clutch his chest and gasp painfully for air.
Fortunately, this ordeal made his originally fatigued consciousness a little more alert.
He looked up dazedly, noticing that the wind and snow had significantly lessened by some unknown time.
Because, arriving with the night, was the paper umbrella that could barely accommodate two people.
A faint smile appeared on the young man’s lips.
“Thank you, you’ve been a bother.”
He said softly.
Jiang Qiuchi’s expression faltered upon hearing this.
She turned her head, deliberately trying to sound indifferent, but the pity in her tone couldn’t be dispelled.
“Hmph, now you know how good I am? Didn’t you used to call me a vixen all the time before?”
She huffed, then added.
“And who’s bothered? I just happened to want to come out and enjoy the snow.”
Chen An looked at her, not refuting, only giving a soft hum.
“Being able to enjoy the snow with Sister Jiang is my honor.”
He said.
(End of Chapter)
