Chapter 296: Three Years, A Woman
After Chichi Su descended the mountain, the valley became unusually deserted.
Standing in the valley, Chen An would sometimes feel a moment of daze.
Time passed so quickly.
The little girl who used to get herself covered in mud and worry about being scolded by her Master had gradually grown into an adult.
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Three years after Chichi Su left, the valley welcomed new women.
And not just one, but two arrived at once.
Looking at the woman before him, on the verge of death and covered in small wounds, Chen An frowned slightly.
Her sky-blue dress was heavily tattered.
As for its owner, her condition was even more惨不忍睹.
Qingli Chu, with her hair disheveled and her face covered in terrifying bloodstains, held a white fox tightly in her embrace.
The white fox’s fur was no longer snowy white and beautiful; it was stained with hardened bloodstains. Its body was still, with only its heart occasionally beating, proving it was still alive.
It was hard to imagine what Qingli Chu had endured to bring the white fox all the way here.
Sensing the man squatting down, Qingli Chu forced her eyes open.
A flicker of unbearable pain flashed in her eyes, but she still forced a smile and said, “I saved it.”
Her voice was hoarse and raspy.
After speaking, perhaps due to exhaustion from the arduous journey over these past few days, she fell asleep directly, leaving behind a peaceful sleeping face.
Chen An was taken aback. “I haven’t even agreed to save you two yet, and you’re already acting like you’ve got me in the bag?” he thought.
He helplessly extended his hand and carefully probed Qingli Chu’s chest.
Indeed, compared to the wounds visible on the surface, what was more alarming was the woman’s internal Spirit Platform, which was chaotic like a tangled mess.
It was filled with all sorts of sword energy and residual spells; it was clear she had experienced countless fierce battles and hadn’t had the time to meditate and heal.
Chen An then glanced at the half-dead white fox.
“My goodness, its Demon Core is destroyed, and its hundred years of cultivation are ruined. You two are truly unfortunate companions, each more miserable than the other.”
However, fortunately, the lives of demonic beasts were generally tougher than humans. Even with such fatal injuries, its heart was still beating strongly.
The white fox was none other than Qingge Ji, whom Chen An had met in Luoyang.
He couldn’t quite understand why these two, who had once fought each other to the death, would now risk their lives to save each other.
This just went to show that human emotions were truly complex and contradictory to the extreme.
Unaccountably, Chen An suddenly thought of a question he’d seen in his past life.
“If your Senior Sister and your childhood witch both fell poisoned before you, and you only had one antidote, who would you save?”
But Qingli Chu and the fox demon were neither a “Senior Sister from the heavens” nor a “childhood witch.”
Chen An smiled. Regardless, he felt he wouldn’t have such a dilemma.
Because the person he wanted to save couldn’t be taken away by mere poison.
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An hour later.
On a warm and soft large bed, Qingli Chu slowly woke up.
Her expression was still a bit tired, but the small wounds on her face had all healed.
Her first sensation upon waking was a slight daze.
“So fragrant, so big, so soft a bed.”
This was her first impression.
Next, as if remembering something, Qingli Chu began to grope around her body.
Finally, it was only when she felt a familiar sensation in her embrace that she let out a sigh of relief.
“Thank goodness, this silly fox is still here, still warm, not completely cold.”
Qingli Chu thought to herself, and suddenly heard a familiar male voice.
She believed there was only one man whose voice was “familiar,” so naturally, she didn’t need to wonder who it was.
Moreover, she had come specifically to beg for his help.
“You’re awake? The surgery was successful.”
“Surgery? What surgery?”
Qingli Chu looked a bit dazed, blinking her eyes.
Of course, she didn’t understand Chen An’s little bit of playful mischief.
Chen An didn’t explain further, just nodded and turned to leave.
“Hey, wait.”
Qingli Chu called out to him and couldn’t help but ask, “Aren’t you even a little curious?”
Chen An paused, not turning his head. “Curious about what?”
“Curious about what happened during the time I was gone!”
Qingli Chu seemed a bit frantic, as if her desires were not being met, and ants were crawling all over her.
Of course, it was the desire to share her story.
Chen An glanced at her and left her with a sentence before walking out of the room.
“If you want to talk, change into a full set of clothes first.”
His words were light and breezy, with no special meaning.
When people heard them, they wouldn’t feel like he was teasing or joking, but rather a very kind and well-intentioned reminder.
The woman left in the room then subconsciously looked down.
Indeed, what a beautiful view.
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Shenzhou has experienced countless vicissitudes over its millions of years.
Countless peerless geniuses have emerged, dominating the heavens.
Some rose from obscurity, while others were born into great sects, achieving fame at a young age.
Throughout history, talented individuals have abounded.
However, discussions among cultivators about these epoch-making geniuses have always been endless.
Who was more powerful? Whose talent truly surpassed all others?
Every name that left a significant mark on history had its own loyal followers.
They each had their own arguments.
Among them, the most vocal was the demonic figure who, a thousand years ago, originated from the Heavenly Evolution Sect but willingly descended into the Demonic Path.
The blood and rain she stirred up in the cultivation world struck fear and shattered hearts into pieces.
Even though very few people clearly remembered that tragic past today, the title of “demonic figure” was still passed down.
Ungrateful and bloodthirsty.
These were her defining characteristics.
Under the demonic figure’s leadership, the Demonic Path officially entered everyone’s sight in the cultivation world.
No longer hiding, like rats being chased by everyone in the sewer.
Instead, they truly stood tall, on par with the great sects, and participated in their ranks.
The prosperity of the Demonic Path began to decline step by step only after the demonic figure mysteriously disappeared.
Without a top-tier powerhouse to anchor it, it was like losing its core; ultimately, it crumbled like fragile clay.
After listening to the conversation of the people beside her, Chichi Su frowned.
Their current location was one of the strongholds once occupied by the Demonic Path.
Now, it was deserted, leaving only dilapidated cave mansions and altars that testified to its past glory.
Beside her, a clean-dressed, handsome young man stepped forward.
His name was Xiao Fan, the foremost among the younger generation of Kunlun. He had personally organized their demon-slaying squad.
The purpose, naturally, was to gain a reputation for righteousness and good deeds.
This would lay the foundation for him to contend for higher positions within the sect in the future.
However, recently, a new member had joined the demon-slaying squad.
The young woman’s extraordinary appearance and demeanor, every frown and smile, tugged at Xiao Fan’s restless heart.
(End of Chapter)
