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The battle at Lei Fortress raged like a storm, and Xiao Se stood at the center of it, his frustration mounting as he was forced to do nothing but dodge the attacks. His friends, scattered across the battlefield, fought valiantly against the overwhelming forces of the Tang and the Dark River Assassins, yet all he could do was watch them fall, one after another. He felt so helpless.

In the past, he was a prodigy, once a candidate for the crown prince. He could do almost anything, making a name for himself in the martial arts world. He was regarded as the most talented and promising young man of his time. But then, tragedy struck. His beloved people became victims of injustice. His title of Yongan Prince was revoked, and his martial arts were shattered. In a single night, he became a cripple.

After that hellish night, Xiao Se spent many years trying to heal his broken body. Every evening, he did nothing but watch the snow fall from the window, his eyes filled with longing. He often received news from his beloved brother, Xiao Chong, who had ascended the throne. Xiao Chong always asked Xiao Se to come home and see what Tianqi City was like now — no injustice, no corrupt officials, and finally, peace. Though years had passed, the wound in his heart had not yet healed. That was why he still harbored some resentment towards Tianqi City, especially the royal palace.

Then, one day, fate led him to a fateful encounter with the cheerful yet naive Lei Wujie, marking the beginning of Xiao Se's journey to see the world once more. Along the way, he met a monk who always claimed to have renounced his secular life, Wuxin, and many other friends who also joined him on his journey, Tang Lian, Sikong Qianluo, and Ye Ruoyi. 

He experienced new surroundings, met new people, and had new experiences. For the first time in his life, he felt truly free. But then, one day, Wuxin had to return to his home, Tianwaitian, to finish his business. They parted ways in the middle of their journey, heading to Lei Fortress to attend the Hero Conference. Then, months passed as Lei Wujie struggled with his sense of direction.

When they finally arrived at Lei Fortress, they were met with bloodshed. They fought, and they protect peoples from the attackers. But Xiao Se could only dodge, unable to do more. He watched as his friends also tried to shield him, urging him to run away. When he saw Lei Wujie, Tang Lian, Sikong Qianluo, and Ye Ruoyi fall, one after another, he knew he had no choice. He couldn’t bear to repeat the past, when he couldn’t protect his beloved uncle Langya. He gripped his Wuji staff tightly. Summoning all his strength, he unleashed his full power, restoring his martial arts to their peak, but only for a short time — just long enough to protect his people.

His Wuji staff moved with precision, delivering swift, calculated strikes to the old master Tang. But he wasn't strong enough to win this fight. The longer he fought, the more he found himself at a disadvantage. He's running out of time. Unfortunately, the old master Tang spotted the flaw, and before Xiao Se could react, a blade pierced his side.

“Xiao Se!”

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“Xiao Se!” His friends’ shouts barely register in his ears as pain flares through his body. Blood seeps from the wound, staining his favorite robes, but Xiao Se doesn’t falter. He turns and unleashes a desperate swing for his final attack. Just when he thinks victory is within reach, the leader of the Dark River Assassins appears unexpectedly—and kills the old master Tang with a single blast.

Xiao Se stands frozen, unable to move. His time is running out, and he can feel consciousness slipping away. But even so, he doesn’t dare let his guard down—not in front of the leader of the most feared assassins in the Martial Arts world. Lei Wujie and Sikong Qianluo desperately try to stand and protect him, but their bodies fail them. They shout in panic as they watch the leader of the Dark River Assassins advance toward Xiao Se. 

At that moment, Xiao Se feels as if time has frozen. Is this the day he will die? He closes his eyes, and someone comes to mind—the monk who always flirted with him because he had already left his secular life. Once, Wuxin had told Xiao Se, “If you ever miss me, just think of me, and I’ll come.”

And now, Xiao Se misses him. He thinks of him. Will Wuxin really come?

When he opens his eyes, a golden bell surrounds Xiao Se, shielding him from the Dark River leader's attack. Wuxin appears at his side, supporting him so he won’t collapse.

"It's only been a month, and you already can't take care of yourself, Xiao Se?" Wuxin teased, a glint of mischief in his reddish eyes. Xiao Se couldn’t believe what he was seeing. Relief washed over him.

"You really came.." Xiao Se mumbled. Behind him, Lei Wujie, Tang Lian, Sikong Qianluo, and Ye Ruoyi all let out breaths of relief as well.

"Why are you so late, monk!?" Lei Wujie grumbled. Of course, Wuxin ignored him and kept his gaze on Xiao Se.

"Of course I came. I told you, didn’t I? When you miss me and think of me, I’ll come to you. I—" Before Wuxin can finish his words, the leader of the Dark River Assassins lunges forward to attack again.

Without hesitation, Wuxin counters with his palm technique, forcing the leader back. At that moment, Lei Hong and several uninjured Lei disciples arrive to reinforce them. Seeing the tide turn against him, the leader of the Dark River, along with Su Muyu and the remaining assassins, retreats.

"Amitabha, what a close call," Wuxin sighed, his voice carrying a mix of relief and light humor.

With the battle over, all of Xiao Se's adrenaline faded. His time was up. He felt his meridians burning with unbearable pain. The wound on his waist, inflicted earlier by Old Master Tang's blade, was numb. He dropped his Wuji staff. His legs gave out beneath him. Just as he was about to collapse, Wuxin caught him.

"Xiao Se!" Wuxin and the others shouted in alarm. Wuxin held him firmly, passing some of his spiritual energy to stabilize him.

"Uh.. cough!" Xiao Se tried to reassure them that he was fine, but as soon as he opened his mouth, he coughed up black blood. A chilling realization dawned on him and the others—it was the Tang Clan’s poison.

He wanted to say something to Wuxin, to ease their worries, but his strength failed him. Darkness overtook him as he lost consciousness, his friends' panicked voices calling his name fading into the void.

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Wuxin sits beside Xiao Se's unconscious form, his hand resting lightly on Xiao Se's wrist as he channels spiritual energy to stabilize his breathing. His lips press into a tight line, his usual carefree demeanor nowhere to be seen.

"I should’ve been faster," Wuxin murmurs, his voice barely audible. The guilt weighs heavily on him, sharper than any blade. "You wouldn’t be lying here like this if I hadn’t taken my time."

The others stand nearby, exchanging worried glances. Sikong Qianluo clenches her fists, her knuckles white. "We can’t waste time," she says, her voice laced with urgency. "If we don’t get the antidote soon..."

Before anyone can respond, Tang Ze, a representative of the Tang Clan, enters the room. His expression is solemn, though his eyes betray a glimmer of hope. "The poison inflicted on him is not meant for Xiao Se—it was intended to incapacitate our enemies in the heat of battle. I am deeply sorry for this unintended casualty. The antidote exists, and I can provide it."

Wuxin’s gaze snaps to Tang Ze, his eyes burning with barely restrained anger. "If you have the antidote, why don’t you bring it sooner?"

Tang Ze hesitates, then takes a steadying breath. "This is more than just a misunderstanding. My clan is fractured; Old Master Tang acted without the consent of all of our elders. The attack was his alliance with the Dark River assassins, not a decision made by the Tang Clan as a whole. However, this incident tarnishes our name. I am willing to offer the antidote, but only if we settle this matter peacefully. No retaliation, no war between our clans."

The room falls silent.

Lei Wujie steps forward, his voice trembling with anger. "Peace? After what they’ve done? The Lei Fortress is in ruins! Some of our guests and my shixiong are injured. And my master… he’s gone! Do you think we’ll accept such an offer so easily?"

Tang Ze’s expression hardens. "Do you think we wish for war? We offer this solution not out of weakness, but because we know the cost of continued bloodshed. The Tang Clan will pay reparations for the damage caused and apologize formally to the Lei Clan and its guests. But if you refuse this offer, I cannot help you."

"You think this is just about your clans?" Wuxin’s voice is low but carries a dangerous edge. "Xiao Se isn’t part of your petty rivalries. He lies here because of your incompetence, and you dare to make demands while he fights for his life? Do you know he—"

He is the beloved brother of the young emperor. But he can’t reveal Xiao Se’s identity without the man’s consent. Taking a breath to steady his voice, Wuxin continues coldly, "Just know this, if he dies, every single one of your clans will be wiped out."

"Wuxin, calm down." Tang Lian places a hand on Wuxin’s shoulder.

"I’ll take responsibility. As Xiao Se’s friends, I’ll do whatever it takes to save him. Tang is also my clan. On behalf of the Tang Clan, I’ll apologize to the injured parties and make amends." He turns to Tang Ze, his jaw clenched. "You better keep your promise, Tang Ze. Or I’ll make sure you regret it."

Lei Wujie stares at Tang Lian in disbelief. "But dashixiong, it’s not your fault! You can’t—"

"I can, and I will," Tang Lian interrupts, his voice firm and unyielding. "This isn’t just about our clans, Lei Wujie. It’s about Xiao Se. He’s more important. If we don’t act now, he won’t make it."

Lei Wujie’s fists tremble, but he eventually nods. "Fine. I’ll do it too! Xiao Se is my best friend. I’ll talk to my clan. I’ll make them understand."

Tang Ze studies them for a moment before nodding. "Very well. I’ll prepare the antidote immediately. But know this—your clans will need to back your words with actions."

As the others leave the room, Wuxin exhales slowly, the weight of the moment pressing heavily on his chest. His hand trembles slightly as it brushes against Xiao Se’s pale, clammy face.

"You’d better wake up soon, Xiao Se," Wuxin whispers, his voice barely audible, carrying a mix of frustration and quiet desperation.

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The great hall of the royal palace is filled with tension as ministers murmur among themselves. At the head of the room, Xiao Chong, the young emperor of Beili, sits with a composed yet stern expression, his fingers tapping lightly against the armrest of his throne. The conference at Lei Fortress has ended in bloodshed, and the report he holds in his hand has left him deeply shaken.

His younger brother, Xiao Se, is gravely injured. The letter states he shielded his companions, taking a poisoned blow meant for someone else.

Xiao Chong’s grip on the parchment tightens. The image of his brother as a carefree child, his eyes bright with dreams of a better Tianqi City, flashes in his mind. Those dreams were shattered years ago when Xiao Se was unjustly banished from Tianqi City—a tragedy Xiao Chong had unknowingly allowed to unfold.

Back then, he had trusted his master implicitly, never questioning his authority. It was only after ascending the throne that the truth came to light: their master’s betrayal was one of the root causes of Xiao Se’s suffering. Xiao Chong had acted swiftly, stripping the man of his martial arts and banishing him from Beili. But no punishment could erase the guilt that gnawed at him.

Since then, Xiao Chong had devoted himself to rebuilding Tianqi City, transforming it into the vision Xiao Se had once described with childlike excitement. The once-stifling court had become more open, the streets safer, and the people more prosperous. Yet, despite his efforts, Xiao Se had never returned. The rift between them remained, a wound Xiao Chong couldn’t heal.

Now, his brother lies on the brink of death, far from the palace, and once again, Xiao Chong finds himself powerless. Even as emperor, he can’t be there for Xiao Se when it matters most.

"Your Majesty,” a minister steps forward, his voice cautious. “We must advise against any rash action. The situation at Lei Fortress remains unstable, and leaving the palace could expose you to unnecessary danger.”

Xiao Chong’s calm exterior cracks, his brows furrowing. “My brother is fighting for his life, and you’re asking me to stay put?”

“Your Majesty,” the Minister of Defense interjects, his voice steady, “your safety is paramount. Factions within the Tang Clan and the Dark River are involved, this could be a ploy to draw you out. It is precisely because Prince Yong’an is involved that we must proceed with caution.”

Xiao Chong clenches his fist, frustration evident in his every movement. He wants to be by Xiao Se’s side, to protect him as an older brother should. But the weight of the crown binds him. He cannot jeopardize the stability of the empire.

Taking a deep breath, Xiao Chong forces himself to think rationally. “If I cannot go, then...” He turns his sharp gaze to the assembled court. “...who will go to Lei Fortress on my behalf?”

The room falls silent for a moment before Marquis Lanyue steps forward, “Your Majesty, I volunteer. I will ensure Chuhe receives the help he needs.”

Before Xiao Chong can respond, General Ye Xiaoying’s imposing figure commands attention. “Your Majesty, my daughter, Ye Ruoyi, is with Prince Yong’an. She sent me a letter explaining his condition and the poison involved. If you permit, I will accompany Marquis Lanyue with my troops.”

“Very well, General Ye. You and Marquis Lanyue will lead the mission.”

“Your Majesty,” a calm voice interrupts. The court turns to see the Grand Preceptor, the Directorate of Astronomy, stepping forward. His usual relaxed demeanor is replaced with solemnity. “The poison Prince Yong’an has been afflicted with is no ordinary toxin. If it is the Old Man Tang’s poison, then it is likely a delayed-acting poison, designed to kill slowly over the span of several days. Time is of the essence.”

Xiao Chong’s jaw tightens. “How long do we have?”

The Grand Preceptor meets his gaze. “A week at most. But with the proper antidote, he can be saved.”

The emperor wastes no time. “Marquis Lanyue, General Ye, take the fastest horses and the royal physician. No—summon the Scholarly Sword Deity, Xie Xuan, and bring him with you. I expect you to leave immediately.”

“Yes, Your Majesty,” they respond in unison.

As preparations are made, Xiao Chong stands by Marquis Lanyue’s side, his usually composed demeanor slipping. His voice is tinged with emotion, raw and earnest. “Uncle, please bring Chuhe back alive.”

Marquis Lanyue places a firm hand on Xiao Chong’s shoulder, his gaze steady and comforting. “I will bring him home. Don’t worry, Your Majesty.”

With a deep bow, the group departs, the sound of hurried footsteps echoing through the grand halls.

Two days later, after a grueling journey, they arrive at Lei Fortress. Their horses are drenched in sweat, their flanks heaving and foaming at the mouth from the relentless pace.

As the Lei Fortress gates creak open, Lei Wujie appears alongside several Lei disciples, their stances tense and weapons at the ready.

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Two days have passed since the attack on Lei Fortress. During this time, Lei Wujie hasn’t had the chance to speak with Lei Hong or Lei Yunhe. They are busy managing the aftermath—repairing the fortress, tending to the injured, and ensuring the security of their people.  

When Lei Wujie finally finds them in the training courtyard, he wastes no time. He falls to his knees before Lei Hong and Lei Yunhe. “Please, I beg you. Don’t take revenge against the Tang Clan!”  

Lei Hong crosses his arms, watching Lei Wujie with a raised eyebrow. Lei Yunhe, standing to the side, gestures for him to continue.  

“They… they only did what they had to. It's all Old Master Tang’s fault! Tang Ze came to us with the antidote. If he hadn’t… Xiao Se might…” Lei Wujie trails off, his fists clenching. “We can’t let hatred dictate our actions. If we retaliate, it’ll only lead to more bloodshed!”  

Lei Hong sighs and finally speaks, “Who said anything about revenge?”  

Lei Wujie blinks, dumbfounded. “But… Master… weren’t we planning to attack the Tang Clan because Old Master Tang killed Master Hu?”  

Lei Yunhe shakes his head. “Tang Ze already came to us before he approached your group.”  

“What?”  

Lei Hong explains, “Tang Ze offered us the antidotes too. Some of our disciples and guests were poisoned by Tang Clan’s hidden weapons during the attack. We didn’t trust him at first, but we had no other choice.”  

“What choice?”  

“He said, ‘How will you know which is the real antidote? What if the one you find is an even deadlier poison?’ That kid left us no choice but to agree.”  

“But…” Lei Wujie stammers.  

Lei Yunhe places a hand on his shoulder. “We told him he needed your group’s consent first. You all experienced the brunt of it. We wouldn’t make such a decision without your say. But remember this, Lei Wujie—this bloodshed cannot be avenged now, but it can be next time.”  

Lei Wujie nods slowly. “I see…”  

Then Lei Hong’s tone shifts. “By the way, Wujie…” A teasing smile creeps onto his face. “Do you have feelings for one of the friends you brought with you?”  

Lei Wujie’s face turns red. “W-What?”  

Lei Yunhe chuckles. “Your reaction says it all. Well, who is it?”  

“… It’s miss Ruoyi,” Lei Wujie mumbles, looking away.  

Lei Hong and Lei Yunhe exchange grins before breaking into laughter. “Oh, you’re all grown up now!” Lei Hong teases, clapping him on the back.  

Lei Wujie scratches his head, grinning sheepishly. After a brief conversation with his master and martial uncle, he excuses himself and takes his leave.  

Just as he nears his room, a Lei disciple rushes into the courtyard, his voice urgent. “Wujie xiong! The royal forces have arrived at the gate!”  

Lei Wujie’s smile fades as he grabs his sword and dashes to the gate, his injuries forgotten.  

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At the gate, Lei Wujie stands at the forefront with several disciples behind him. He unsheathes his sword, its edge glinting in the sunlight.  

“No one is allowed to cross this gate unless they go through me first!” Lei Wujie declares, his voice unwavering.  

From the royal army, a man steps forward. Clad in battle-worn armor, his presence is commanding. His piercing eyes land on Lei Wujie.  

“With injuries like that, you’re still willing to stand so boldly,” the man says, his voice carrying a hint of amusement.  

Lei Wujie frowns. “Who are you?”  

The man smirks. “Good question. My name is written on this sword I carry. As for you, kid… you wield the fourth greatest sword, Heart Sword.”  

“That’s right!” Lei Wujie shoots back, his grip on the hilt tightening. “What? Are you afraid now?”  

The man laughs, a deep, booming sound. “Afraid? No. You wield the sword of Xinyue jiejie, yet you carry the reckless spirit of your father.”  

Lei Wujie freezes. “You… you knew my parents?”  

The man nods. “Knew them? I knew them very well. Come now, show me if you’ve inherited their strength.”  

Before they can clash, two voices call out in unison. “General Ye!”  

Lei Yunhe and Marquis Lanyue step into view. Lei Yunhe quickly moves to Lei Wujie’s side, his expression sharp. “Aren’t you ashamed to challenge a wounded young man? He could die with a single strike from your blade.”  

Lei Wujie leans toward Lei Yunhe and whispers, “Martial uncle, do you know who he is?”  

“That,” Lei Yunhe says, “is your father’s close friend, the General of Beili forces, Ye Xiaoying.”  

Lei Wujie’s eyes widen. “Ye Xiaoying the Slayer!?”  

General Ye chuckles. “Ah, so you’ve heard of me.”  

Lei Wujie quickly sheathes his sword and hands it to Lei Yunhe, grinning sheepishly.  

Lei Yunhe looks at the troops, raising an eyebrow. “What’s the meaning of this?”  

Before Lei Yunhe can question further, General Ye speaks again. “I didn’t come here by choice. I heard my beloved daughter was here.”  

Lei Yunhe frowns, confused. “Your daughter?”  

As if on cue, Ye Ruoyi emerges from the crowd. “Father!” she calls, running into General Ye’s arms.  

Lei Yunhe’s jaw drops. He turns to Lei Wujie. “The girl you like… is his daughter?”  

Lei Wujie nods sheepishly.  

Lei Yunhe lightly thwacks Lei Wujie on the waist with the hilt of the sword. “Why didn’t you say it earlier?”  

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Lei Wujie, Ye Ruoyi, Lei Yunhe, Lei Hong, Marquis Lanyue, General Ye, and Xie Xuan sit in the front room. The silence is heavy, broken only by the occasional creak of the wooden chairs.

Lei Wujie shifts uncomfortably, then breaks the tension with an overly cheerful, “Teacher Xie, we meet again!” He turns to Xie Xuan with a broad grin.

Xie Xuan looks at him, then glances at Ye Ruoyi, then back at Lei Wujie. His lips quirk up in faint amusement before he shakes his head. “I gave you that book, but it seems you’ve made no progress at all.”

Lei Wujie rubs his nose sheepishly, avoiding Xie Xuan's amused gaze.

Lei Yunhe clears his throat, his voice cutting through the moment. "So, what is your true purpose in coming here?"

Lei Wujie blinks, looking at his martial uncle with a dumbfounded expression. "Isn't it to see Miss Ruoyi—ouch!"

Lei Hong pinches his waist sharply and leans in to whisper, "Shut up!"

Lei Wujie presses his lips together, silencing himself immediately as he rubs his waist, which had just been pinched by Lei Hong.

Xie Xuan speaks up, "So, where is the patient?"

Ye Ruoyi immediately stands, her tone respectful yet urgent. "This way, Teacher Xie. Please follow me."

She gestures toward the corridor, and Xie Xuan rises without hesitation, following her to examine Xiao Se. Lei Wujie and the other elders follow behind Xie Xuan.

"Uh... Did Teacher Xie come here to examine Xiao Se?" Lei Wujie asks, scratching his head as he watches Xie Xuan enter Xiao Se’s room. Lei Yunhe, Lei Hong, Marquis Lanyue, and General Ye sit at Xiao Se's front bench.

"Say, kid... Do you know who's inside?" Marquis Lanyue asks in return. Lei Wujie nods, "Of course I know! It's my best friend, Xiao Se!"

"Oh?" Marquis Lanyue stares at Lei Wujie. General Ye shakes his head, "Looks like this kid still doesn't know who's inside."

Lei Wujie frowns, "What do you mean? Xiao Se is Xiao Se."

"Xiao Se? He's Prince Yong’an, Xiao Chuhe," Marquis Lanyue says, just as Tang Lian and Sikong Qianluo arrive.

"Prince Yong’an, Xiao Chuhe!?" They exclaim in shock.

"This..." Tang Lian is at a loss for words. Lei Wujie asks, "Are you referring to Prince Yong’an, who stood up for King Langya? Are you referring to the 17-year-old prodigy who reached Insouciant Phase of Heavens?"

Both Lei Yunhe and Lei Hong are also shocked. Lei Yunhe whispers, "Say, Lei Hong, how come all of your disciple's friends are so unusual?"

Lei Hong rubs his chin, “I think, it's because my disciple is also unusual?” 

Lei Wujie can’t believe what he’s just heard. He shakes Sikong Qianluo’s hand, "Shi..Shijie, they said Xiao Se is Prince Yong’an!"

Sikong Qianluo and Tang Lian freeze in place. Lei Wujie hugs his sword and exclaims, "So, Xiao Se is Prince Yong’an. Xiao Se is Xiao Chuhe. Prince Yong’an is Xiao Se! Xiao Chuhe is Xiao Se! Woahhh! Shijie, Dashixiong, aren't you excited!?"

"Kid, why are you excited?" Marquis Lanyue asks.

Lei Wujie answers with a sparkle in his eyes, "He's a legendary character! Of course I’m excited!"

Tang Lian remains silent, thinking, I never expected that to be true.

So this is what Father meant when he told me to protect him. Sikong Qianluo reflects quietly.

Lei Wujie suddenly presses his lips together. He glances at Tang Lian and Sikong Qianluo, who also glance at him. They understand each other without saying a word.

If a Marquis and General come here from Tianqi, that means they want to bring Xiao Se back.

Tang Ze arrives suddenly, in a hurry. "I have the antidote."

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The first time Wuxin met Xiao Se was after he emerged from his golden coffin, surrounded by unfamiliar faces. He opened his eyes and activated The Abyssal Eye, scanning each person with a gaze sharp enough to pierce through their souls. However, when his eyes landed onto Xiao Se’s black eyes, everything shifted. For a brief, disorienting moment, Wuxin saw nothing—a void so deep it unsettled him. Before he could process it, the seal placed by his shixiong tightened its hold, dragging him back into unconsciousness.

The second time Wuxin met Xiao Se was during the battle with the White Haired Deity. This time, his gaze lingered. A faint smile curved Wuxin’s lips as he thought, In all my 17 years, I’ve never seen anyone as beautiful as him. Intrigued, Wuxin made up his mind—he wanted to take Xiao Se with him. Yet, he couldn’t ignore Lei Wujie either. So, without hesitation, Wuxin kidnapped both of them, setting the stage for a journey that would transform them into close companions.

Wuxin, who always claimed to have renounced his secular life, yet spent much of the journey teasing and flirting Xiao Se. Though Xiao Se’s expression rarely betrayed his emotions, Wuxin noticed the subtle flush of his ears and neck whenever he got flustered. To Wuxin, Xiao Se’s quiet vulnerability was endearing, making him tease even more. Over time, Wuxin realized his feelings for Xiao Se ran deeper than he initially thought.

One day, as Lei Wujie trained nearby, Xiao Se posed a quiet question, “You were a prisoner of Beili for 12 years. Don’t you miss home?”
“Home?” Wuxin repeated, his tone tinged with curiosity.

Xiao Se’s reddish eyes that glinting faintly, altered by The Abyssal Eye–just like him, met his.
“Tianwaitian,” Xiao Se replied softly.

Wuxin’s smile faded for a moment. “And you, Xiao Se? Don’t you miss Tianqi?”

The question struck a nerve. Xiao Se clenched his jaw, frustration flashing across his face before silence fell between them.

Eventually, Wuxin broke the tension. “I was too young to remember Tianwaitian. For me, there’s no such thing as ‘home,’” he admitted. Xiao Se remained quiet, his gaze distant. After a long pause, his voice barely audible, Xiao Se asked,

“Will you go back?”

Wuxin leaned closer, catching the faint trembling in Xiao Se’s words. Smiling, he teased, “If you’d miss me, maybe I’d consider it.”

The scowl that followed only deepened Xiao Se’s bad mood, and silence engulfed them once again. But, Wuxin wasn’t one to let it linger.

“If you ever miss me,” he murmured, his tone softer this time, “just think of me, and I’ll come.”

The promise hung in the air, unspoken emotions weaving between them.

From then on, Wuxin grew more closer to Xiao Se. He observed him constantly, learning his habits and secrets. Wuxin discovered Xiao Se’s identity as Prince Yong’an early on. He also uncovered Xiao Se’s inability to practice martial arts due to his shattered meridians.

One night, as Xiao Se slept soundly—a rare occurrence—Wuxin couldn’t resist checking his meridians. His suspicions were confirmed. Beneath Xiao Se’s composed exterior was a frail body, prone to the cold, hence his constant reliance on a fur-lined cloak. Xiao Se often struggled with light sleep and nightmares, rarely finding peace—especially on rainy days. During their outdoor camps, Wuxin always stayed close, ensuring Xiao Se could rest.

It didn’t take long for Wuxin to notice the hidden frustrations Xiao Se carried. Though he avoided fights, Xiao Se’s eyes betrayed a longing for strength. His recklessness in protecting his friends, even at the cost of his safety, stirred something in Wuxin. Watching Xiao Se silently endure, Wuxin made a vow, I’ll protect him.

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A month before Hero Conference, The White Haired Deity had been insistent, urging Wuxin to return. There was something he had to handle as the head of Tianwaitian, something that could not be delayed. Reluctantly, Wuxin agreed and left for Tianwaitian, promising to join the Hero Conference afterward. Before parting, he told Xiao Se, "If you ever miss me, just think of me, and I’ll come. I mean it, Xiao Se." When he saw Xiao Se's indifferent expression, though his ears were turning red, Wuxin chuckled and finally took his leave. He figured that after a month away, Xiao Se would be fine, surrounded by his friends. But Wuxin was wrong.

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After dealing with the matters in Tianwaitian, Wuxin hurried to the Hero Conference to meet Xiao Se and the others. As he neared Lei Fortress, a strong smell of blood hit him. His instincts screamed that something was wrong. He could feel it in his bones—Xiao Se needed him. Without hesitation, he rushed to Lei Fortress. Thankfully, he arrived just in time to protect Xiao Se from an attack by the leader of Dark River. But what he saw was far worse than he had imagined—Xiao Se was gravely injured.

Wuxin supported Xiao Se, trying to keep him upright, but despite his efforts, he was too late. Xiao Se had been poisoned by the Tang clan's poison, a poison that caused a slow, agonizing death. Without his meridian to protect his body, Xiao Se’s death would be even more imminent. The wound refused to heal quickly as it would for martial artists, who had spiritual energy in their meridians to speed up the healing process.

Wuxin made it his mission to channel his spiritual energy into Xiao Se's wrist every few hours, helping heal the wound and slow the spread of the poison. He stayed by Xiao Se’s side, never leaving him.

On the first day, Xiao Se fell into a coma. Wuxin blamed himself. Why hadn’t he come sooner? Why had he gone back to Tianwaitian first? Why hadn’t he stayed with Xiao Se?

But, time couldn’t be rewound, so all he could do now was try his best to save Xiao Se. The others, even Lei Hong, Lei Yunhe, and Tang Ze—came and went, checking in and bringing food. Tang Ze informed them that the antidote would be ready in two days, as he had to find a rare ingredient. Wuxin felt a surge of anger, but he knew better than to waste his energy on it. Instead, he urged Tang Ze to finish the antidote as quickly as possible. The first day passed with little progress.

By the second day, Xiao Se’s condition worsened. He developed a fever. Sweat covered his forehead, and his lips turned blue from the poison. His face grew even paler. Wuxin, alongside the physicians from the Lei Clan, worked tirelessly to stabilize Xiao Se’s condition. Wuxin didn’t stop channeling his spiritual energy into Xiao Se, and the rest of the day was spent in a desperate struggle to keep him alive. The physicians from Lei Fortress, Sikong Qianluo, and Ye Ruoyi all pitched in, helping Wuxin stabilize Xiao Se. By nightfall, Xiao Se’s condition stabilized. But the physicians warned that his fever might break again, so someone had to stay vigilant. Wuxin refused to sleep that night.

In the dead of night, Wuxin heard Xiao Se speaking in his sleep, repeatedly apologizing and calling out for his uncle, King Langya. Wuxin gently wiped Xiao Se’s cheek and comforted him, whispering, “It’s not your fault, Xiao Se.”

On the third day, Xiao Se starts coughing up dark blood in his sleep. Wuxin knows this is the final day. If Xiao Se doesn’t receive the antidote today, he will die. The physicians from Lei Fortress help prop Xiao Se up, and Wuxin begins channeling his spiritual energy again. At that moment, Ye Ruoyi and the Scholarly Sword Deity, Xie Xuan, arrive.

“Monk, continue channeling your spiritual energy into Xiao Se. Don’t stop until I say so,” Xie Xuan orders, motioning for the physicians to step aside.

Xie Xuan, along with Wuxin, works tirelessly to stabilize Xiao Se’s worsening condition. When Tang Ze arrives with the antidote, time is running out. Without hesitation, Xie Xuan immediately administers the antidote to Xiao Se.

“Monk, don’t stop,” Xie Xuan commands firmly.

Wuxin nods, continuing to channel his energy. Slowly, Xiao Se’s condition begins to improve. His lips, once blue, start regaining their natural color. The antidote is working. After a while, Xiao Se’s face regains some warmth, and his condition stabilizes. Finally, Xie Xuan instructs Wuxin to stop. They breathes a sigh of relief. For now, Xiao Se’s life is no longer in immediate danger.

Chapter Text

Wuxin steps out of Xiao Se's room, his hand lingering on the doorframe for a moment as he takes a deep breath. The tension inside the room still weighs on him, but Xiao Se’s stabilized condition allows him to finally step outside. As he closes the door, he notices a group gathered nearby: Lei Wujie, Sikong Qianluo, Tang Lian, Lei Yunhe, Lei Hong, and two unfamiliar faces. They are approaching Xie Xuan and Ye Ruoyi.

Lei Wujie spots Wuxin immediately and strides over with an almost childlike eagerness, his voice brimming with excitement. "Monk! Do you know? Xiao Se is Prince Yong’an, Xiao Chuhe!"

Wuxin halts, his expression unreadable. He doesn’t respond, but his gaze shifts briefly toward the room he just left. Meanwhile, Sikong Qianluo addresses Xie Xuan, her tone laced with concern. "How is Xiao Se?"

Xie Xuan folds his arms, his calm demeanor intact. "For now, his condition is stable."

The collective sighs of relief from the group are palpable. Marquis Lanyue steps forward, his authoritative presence filling the space. "Alright then, I'll visit my nephew."

Without waiting for permission, Marquis Lanyue and General Ye start heading toward Xiao Se’s room. However, before they can take more than a few steps, Lei Wujie, Tang Lian, and Sikong Qianluo move to block their path in unison. Lei Wujie draws his sword halfway from its scabbard, his expression uncharacteristically stern.

"Those who pass my sword will be slain," Lei Wujie declares firmly, his voice unwavering.

Lei Yunhe and Lei Hong exchange surprised glances, but a flicker of pride flashes across their faces. They silently commend Lei Wujie for his courage in protecting his friend.

Marquis Lanyue stops, his gaze narrowing slightly as he addresses the trio. "I forgot to ask earlier. But, kids, who are you? Why do you stand in our way?"

Still holding his sword steady, Lei Wujie responds with conviction. "I am the Azure Dragon, one of Tianqi’s Guardians. I guard the East."

Tang Lian steps forward, his voice equally resolute. "I am the Black Tortoise, one of Tianqi’s Guardians. I guard the North."

Sikong Qianluo joins them, her tone firm and unyielding. "I am the Vermilion Bird, one of Tianqi’s Guardians. I guard the South."

Marquis Lanyue observes them intently, his expression thoughtful. "Tianqi’s Guardians? It has been years since I last heard of them." His eyes shift to Wuxin, who has remained silent throughout the exchange. "And you, monk? Who might you be?"

Wuxin presses his palms together in a prayer gesture. "Amitabha. I am but an ordinary monk." He halted, "However, if titles can protect Xiao Se, then you may address me as the head of Tianwaitian Sect."

Ye Ruoyi steps forward, her worried gaze darting between Lei Wujie and the others. "Lei Wujie, they only want to check on Xiao Se’s condition. If there’s an issue, we can wait until Xiao Se—"

Before she can finish, Lei Wujie interrupts her, his tone resolute. "Miss Ruoyi, pardon me, but I cannot allow that."

General Ye steps closer, his voice firm but measured. "Kid, you’re the son of my superior. Naturally, I’ll protect you from harm. But the person inside holds a unique identity. We must take him back."

Marquis Lanyue adds, his tone carrying a sharp edge, "Do you intend to defy the emperor’s decree?"

Lei Wujie doesn’t waver, his stance steady. "If it means protecting Xiao Se, then I will."

Marquis Lanyue nods slowly, a faint smile tugging at his lips. "Brave of you. It’s been years since I witnessed such resolve. But I have my task, and I must take the person inside with me."

The tension thickens as everyone braces for a potential confrontation. Lei Yunhe and Lei Hong subtly ready themselves to defend Lei Wujie, should it come to that. Just as swords are about to be drawn, Xie Xuan steps forward and raises his hand.

"Stop, all of you," Xie Xuan sighs, his shoulders sagging slightly. "Pardon me, Marquis, but even if we bring Prince Yong’an with us, he won’t survive more than three-day journey."

General Ye’s brow furrows. "But with you stabilizing his condition, isn’t it possible?"

Xie Xuan shakes his head, his expression grim. "I’ve done all I can. My knowledge of medicine is limited."

Marquis Lanyue frowns. "Then, can't we seek the King of Medicine—or perhaps his disciple? I heard his little disciple was spotted near Tianqi recently."

Again, Xie Xuan shakes his head. "I fear even the King of Medicine would find it difficult to heal Xiao Se completely."

A heavy silence falls over the group, the weight of Xie Xuan’s words settling like a stone in their chests. Sikong Qianluo quickly steps forward, his voice tinged with desperation. "Then what must we do to heal Xiao Se completely?"

Xie Xuan hesitates, then sigh slightly. "There is only one way." 

All eyes turn to him, filled with a mixture of hope and anxiety. Xie Xuan continues, his tone steady but grave. "The celestial mountain, Penglai Island, the Reclusive Deities. The Soul-Amending Skill."

Chapter Text

"The Celestial Mountain, Penglai Island, the Reclusive Deities. The Soul-Amending Skill,” Xie Xuan states, his tone steady but grave. His words cast a heavy silence over the room.  

Marquis Lanyue is the first to break the silence. “Mr. Xie, I’m afraid these are just myths written in books. Even if Penglai Island does exist, no one has ever been there. Chuhe can only stay alive if he returns to Tianqi with us.”  

Xie Xuan shakes his head. “Even the King of Medicine can’t heal him. No one in Tianqi can cure him.”  

General Ye interjects, “What about the Grand Preceptor, Qi Tianchen?”  

Before anyone else can respond, Wuxin speaks up. “Qi Tianchen might be able to do it. But judging by Xiao Se’s current condition, returning to Tianqi doesn’t seem like a wise choice.”  

General Ye’s sharp gaze lands on Wuxin. “What do you mean by that? Are you suggesting he should die here?” His hand grips the hilt of his sword. “No one in Tianqi can harm him when I’m here.”  

Wuxin returns his gaze, a faint reddish glint flashing in his eyes as he suppresses his anger. “If he could be hurt as the Emperor’s favored son back then, what makes you think he’s untouchable now as the Emperor’s favored brother?”  

General Ye’s expression darkens, but before he can respond, Xie Xuan cuts through the tension. “The Celestial Mountain isn’t just a myth. Someone has been there before.”  

Everyone turns to Xie Xuan, their eyes wide.  

“Who?” Marquis Lanyue demands.  

“Baili Dongjun,” Xie Xuan replies.  

Tang Lian, stunned, asks, “My master has been to the Celestial Mountain before?”  

Xie Xuan nods. “He has.”  

Marquis Lanyue’s voice rises in frustration. “Even if you’re right”—he gestures toward Xiao Se’s room—“judging by his condition, tell me how long can he last?”  

The sound of the sliding door interrupts him. Everyone turns to see Xiao Se standing in the doorway, his pale face and trembling body leaning heavily against the frame.  

“I’ll go,” he says weakly.  

“Xiao Se!” The group immediately rushes to his side, their concern evident. Wuxin, being the closest, reaches him first and helps steady him.  

Marquis Lanyue approaches, a mix of anger and worry on his face. “Why are you pretending to be tough?” he scolds, pointing at Xiao Se. “Look at you! You might die before you even reach the sea.”

Xiao Se grips Wuxin’s supporting hand tightly, drawing strength from it. “Uncle, I want my meridians restored,” he says firmly.

Marquis Lanyue lets out a heavy sigh. “What’s the point in treating your meridians if it costs your life? Do you know how worried your brother is?”

Another sigh escapes him before he continues. “The Grand Preceptor may not be able to heal your meridians, but he can ensure you have nothing to worry about for the rest of your life.”

Xiao Se’s expression darkens at the words. His grip on Wuxin’s hand tightens, and Wuxin responds by holding his hand more firmly, offering silent support. 

“What happens after that?” Xiao Se asks, his voice hollow. “Do I have to spend my entire life like a good-for-nothing?”  

His friends’ hearts sink at his words, their gazes heavy with sadness.  

“I need to give it a try, as long as there’s a sliver of hope.” Xiao Se finally meets his uncle’s eyes, the emptiness in his gaze replaced by a fiery determination. “No one can stop me.”  

The group exchanges smiles at his resolve.  

Marquis Lanyue nods slowly. “Fine. Since you’re so determined, I’ll go with you. It’s just an island, right? If we depart from Dongji, we can reach Sanshe Island in half a month.”  

Xiao Se exhales softly and calls out, “Uncle.”  

“What is it?” Marquis Lanyue asks.  

Xiao Se then turns to General Ye. “General Ye.”  

General Ye straightens immediately. “Your Highness, do you have any instructions?”  

“Return to Tianqi,” Xiao Se says firmly.  

Marquis Lanyue interjects, “I came here under your brother’s orders. I have to bring you back. If I fail, I cannot face His Majesty.”  

Xiao Se sighs deeply and releases Wuxin’s hand. He raises his trembling hand toward his uncle. “Uncle, look at my hand.”  

Marquis Lanyue frowns, inspecting it. “What do you mean?”  

“I’ve slain countless enemies with this hand. I even pointed it at the previous Emperor himself. But now… I don’t even have the strength to grab a stick.” Xiao Se lowers his hand. “Uncle, do you think the Xiao Chuhe you knew would spend the rest of his life like this?” 

The group looks at Xiao Se, their hearts heavy.  

Marquis Lanyue closes his eyes briefly, then sighs. “Chuhe, I wish to help you too, but—”  

Xiao Se cuts him off. “One year. After one year, no matter if I’ve recovered or not, whether I’m alive or dead, I’ll be in Xueyue City, waiting for you all. No matter who comes, I will return with you.”  

Marquis Lanyue stares at him for a long moment before letting out another sigh. “All right. If it were anyone else, I’d never compromise. But I know you’ll keep your word. I’ll see you in Xueyue City after one year.”  

Xiao Se bows. “I’ll keep my promise.”  

Marquis Lanyue sighs. “Xiao Se?"  

Xiao Se looks at his uncle. "That’s a great name. But I expect you to return as Xiao Chuhe.”  

Marquis Lanyue turns and begins to walk away, stopping halfway. Without looking back, he says, “Chuhe, on that day, I’ll lead your brother’s 1,000 Tiger Soldiers and raise the Golden Divine Bird Flag of the Xiao family. We will call your name in Xueyue City. Remember, you are the Sixth Prince of the Xiao family and Prince Yong’an of Beili. Tianqi... will always be your home.”  

After Marquis Lanyue walks away, General Ye approaches Xiao Se. “Your Highness, we will wait for your return.”  

Xiao Se nods. “Take care, General Ye.”  

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Wuxin carefully helps Xiao Se adjust to sit up on the bed, his hands steady yet gentle. Xiao Se winces but doesn’t protest, his pale complexion making him look even more fragile.

“You shouldn’t have stood earlier,” Wuxin murmurs, his voice soft but laced with concern. “You’ll end up collapsing again at this rate.”

Before continuing, Wuxin picks up a warm blanket folded nearby and drapes it over Xiao Se’s shoulders, tucking it around him with care. “It’s cold. You need to keep warm.”

Xiao Se merely stares at the far corner of the room, ignoring Wuxin entirely as his words flow in one ear and out the other. Wuxin narrows his eyes at him. “Do you hear me, Xiao Se?”

Xiao Se slowly turns his head to glance at him, then looks away again, clearly uninterested.

Wuxin takes a deep breath and clasps his hands together in mock prayer. “Amitabha,” he murmurs, as if asking for divine patience to deal with the stubborn prince.

At that moment, the door slides open. Tang Lian walks in, carrying a tray with a bowl of steaming porridge. Behind him are Sikong Qianluo and Lei Wujie.

“I figured you might be hungry,” Tang Lian says, setting the tray down on the bedside table.

Xiao Se looks at the food but doesn’t reach for it. “Thanks,” he mutters, though there’s no sign he intends to eat.

Sikong Qianluo frowns, crossing her arms. “Why don’t you eat it?”

Xiao Se keeps quiet, his expression unreadable.

Wuxin sighs dramatically, grabbing the bowl and spoon. “If you’re not going to eat it yourself, I’ll feed you,” he says, his tone leaving no room for argument.

Xiao Se glares at him, his pride flaring up despite his exhaustion. “I’m not a child.”

“Then stop acting like one and eat,” Wuxin retorts, unrelenting. “Or do you want Lei Wujie to feed you?”

Hearing that, Xiao Se tsked loudly, glaring harder.

“Hey! What’s wrong with me?!” Lei Wujie complains, throwing his hands up in mock offense.

With a resigned sigh, Xiao Se finally takes the spoon from Wuxin and begins to eat, though his movements are slow and deliberate.

Once he finishes eating and drinks some water, Wuxin sets the empty bowl aside and says, “For now, rest until all of our injuries heal. Then we can plan the journey.”

The others nod in agreement.

“I’ll try to send a message to my master to ask about Celestial Mountain,” Tang Lian offers.

“Then I’ll ask my father too. Maybe he knows if the Third Lord has been there,” Sikong Qianluo adds.

Lei Wujie scratches his cheek, “Uh... Then, I.. I–I’ll prepare a carriage for the journey!” He is grinning sheepishly.

The group exchanges nods of agreement.

“But, monk, what will you do?” Lei Wujie asks curiously.

Wuxin smiles, tilting his head. “Of course, I’ll take care of Xiao Se.”

“Ohh...” Lei Wujie nods enthusiastically, still grinning, while Tang Lian and Sikong Qianluo shake their heads in disbelief.

Xiao Se looks at them all and sighs. “You don’t have to follow me to Penglai Island.”

The room goes silent for a moment before Tang Lian furrows his brow. “What are you talking about?”

Xiao Se shifts slightly, his expression guarded. “This journey is dangerous. You don’t have to protect me just because of the Tianqi's Guardian Order.”

Sikong Qianluo crosses her arms. “Who said anything about the Guardian Order? We’re not protecting you because of some title.”

Lei Wujie nods enthusiastically. “Yeah! We’re going wherever you go because we’re your friends.”

Xiao Se’s eyes narrow slightly as he looks at Lei Wujie. “Friends, huh? What kind of friends?”

Lei Wujie’s grin widens as he slaps a hand over his chest. “The kind of friends who’ve gone through life and death together! That’s what kind.”

Wuxin smirks and leans slightly closer to Xiao Se. “Touching, isn’t it?”

Xiao Se glances at Wuxin, his lips twitching upward despite himself. He shakes his head in mild exasperation but says nothing.

The others laugh, their voices filling the room with warmth. Xiao Se watches them, his guarded expression softening as a small, rare smile crosses his face.

Once the laughter dies down, Wuxin stands and stretches, turning back to Xiao Se. “Since we’re all agreed on the journey, I’ll handle the rest of the planning. We can’t have Lei Wujie getting us lost again.”

“Hey! That’s not fair!” Lei Wujie protests.

Ignoring him, Wuxin looks at Xiao Se and tilts his head. “By the way, should I send a message to your master?”

Xiao Se looks at Wuxin and says, “You are right. I’m sure he knows a thing or two. ”

The others then leave the room, leaving Wuxin and Xiao Se alone.

Xiao Se lay back on his bed, his eyelids growing heavy. “Monk, why are you still here? Don't you have to do your work?”

Seated beside the bed, Wuxin gives him a serene monk’s smile. “I can do it later. For now.. It’s not every day I can see the proud Xiao Se reduced to such vulnerability.”

Xiao Se glares weakly, though the edges of his lips quirk upward. “You’re lucky I’m too tired to throw something at you.”

“True,” Wuxin says with a mock sigh, leaning closer. His teasing tone softens. “But if you’re too tired to argue, that just proves I was right to worry.”

Xiao Se averts his gaze, unwilling to acknowledge the concern etched into Wuxin’s expression. “You worry too much.”

“And you don’t worry enough,” Wuxin counters, his fingers brushing lightly against Xiao Se’s wrist to check his pulse.

“You’re insufferable,” Xiao Se mutters, though his voice lacks any real bite.

Wuxin’s smile softens. “And yet, here I am.”

The conversation falls into a comfortable silence. Wuxin adjusts the blanket until Xiao Se’s shoulders, his fingers brushing lightly against his neck. Xiao Se blinks at the contact but doesn’t flinch away. For all his usual sharpness, he finds himself growing accustomed to Wuxin’s presence, the monk’s touch oddly grounding.

As Xiao Se drifts into a fitful sleep, Wuxin brushes a stray strand of hair from his face, letting his fingers linger briefly on his cheek. “Rest,” he murmurs. “I’ll be here when you wake up."

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Xiao Se stirs, his eyelashes fluttering as he slowly wakes from a deep, dreamless sleep. The soft rustling of fabric and the faint scent of herbal medicine fill the room. He blinks, his vision adjusting to the dim light, and immediately spots Wuxin seated by his bedside. The monk leans back in his chair, a hand propping up his head, clearly keeping watch even as he rests.  

“You’re still here?” Xiao Se’s voice is raspy from disuse.  

Wuxin opens one eye, a small smile tugging at his lips. “And miss the moment when you finally wake up? Not a chance.”  

Xiao Se sighs, shifting slightly under the blankets. “You’re insufferable.”  

“Insufferable but dependable,” Wuxin counters, reaching out to adjust the blanket over Xiao Se’s shoulders. “Now, how do you feel? Better?”  

“Better than before,” Xiao Se admits grudgingly, though unconsciously he lean to Wuxin’s hand when that monk is checking for signs of fever on him. “You should rest too, monk.”  

Wuxin chuckles softly. “I’ll rest when I’m sure you won’t collapse on us again.”  

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By the second day, the group settles into a routine of rest and recovery. The air in Xiao Se’s room feels lighter as his strength gradually returns, though his friends insist on monitoring his every move.  

That morning, Tang Lian, Sikong Qianluo, and Lei Wujie enter Xiao Se’s room, each carrying scrolls containing responses to their messages.  

Tang Lian unfolds the first letter, his brow furrowing as he reads aloud, “Just go by boat, then you will reach Penglai Island.”  

The room falls silent for a moment. Tang Lian flips the parchment over, searching for a continuation on the back. There is nothing.  

“Is he drunk?” Lei Wujie asks, breaking the silence.  

Sikong Qianluo snorts, crossing her arms. “It wouldn’t be the first time.”  

Tang Lian sighs and sets the letter aside. Sikong Qianluo opens the next scroll, "Let’s see if my father’s reply is any more useful.”  

She begins to read, “Penglai Island is the farthest island from the mainland. To reach it, you must cross stormy seas. It is said that the Reclusive Deities will test those who seek his help, determining if they are worthy.”  

The group exchanges glances, nodding in understanding. This information is far more helpful.  

Finally, Xiao Se opens the letter from his master, his face impassive as he scans the contents. He reads the single line aloud: “I’ll send her to you.”  

Lei Wujie tilts his head in confusion. “Her? What does that mean?”  

Sikong Qianluo frowns. “Who’s ‘her’?”  

Xiao Se sighs, rubbing his temple. “An annoying person.”  

Tang Lian raises an eyebrow but chooses not to press further. “Well, I suppose we’ll find out soon enough.”  

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Over the next two days, preparations for the journey go into full swing. Lei Hong and Lei Yunhe help Lei Wujie gather essential supplies, including food, blankets, and medical kits. Horses are checked and rechecked, while a sturdy carriage is secured for Xiao Se to travel more comfortably.  

Sikong Qianluo sharpens her weapons and ensures their group has enough protective gear, while Wuxin and Tang Lian meticulously plans their route to Dongji.  

Finally, the morning of their departure arrives. The group stands outside Lei Fortress gate, their supplies packed and their resolve firm. The crisp morning air carries a sense of anticipation, mingled with uncertainty about the challenges ahead.  

Lei Yunhe and Lei Hong step aside with Lei Wujie before the group sets off. Lei Yunhe rests a hand on Lei Wujie’s shoulder and says, “Now that you have someone to protect, take good care of him as if your life is on the line.”  

Lei Hong nods, adding, “A protector’s duty is not just to stand at the front, but to ensure everyone makes it back alive.”  

Lei Wujie grins, his usual cheerfulness shining through, but his eyes are serious. “I will protect my friends with my life on the line.”  

The two older men share a glance, their expressions approving, and step back as the group prepares to leave.  

“Ready?” Tang Lian asks, his gaze sweeping over his companions.  

Xiao Se, seated in the carriage with Wuxin by his side, gives a faint nod. “Let’s go.”  

With that, the group sets off, the path ahead uncertain but their determination unwavering.

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The carriage creaks as it rolls over uneven terrain, the sound mingling with the soft rustle of leaves in the wind. Inside, Xiao Se leans on Wuxin’s shoulder, his face pale and weary. His sharp eyes narrow with irritation as he mutters, "It's been a week. Are you sure this is the right way? It's not Lei Wujie who holding the reins, right?"

From the top of the carriage, Lei Wujie groans in protest. "It's Dashixiong, not me!"

Sikong Qianluo, seated across from Xiao Se, smirks. "Dashixiong, did you get infected by Lei Wujie’s sense of direction?”

Tang Lian, guiding the group with a map in hand, offers a sheepish smile. "No, this is the right way. We’ve just been stopping too often to rest."

Wuxin’s lips curve into a teasing smile, his voice light as he counters, "Oh? Then isn’t it all your fault, Your Highness? After all, weren’t the breaks for your recovery?"

Xiao Se glares at him, still leaning on his shoulder, "Oh? It's all my fault? On the first stop, you stayed in the most expensive inn and ate the most expensive food. The second stop, you drank the finest wine. And the last stop, you devoured the priciest meats. Meanwhile, I was stuck with plain porridge and bitter tonic. So, who’s really to blame here?"

A heavy silence falls as guilt flickers across their faces.

Wuxin wraps an arm around Xiao Se’s shoulder, patting him gently. "All right, all right. We share the blame."

Xiao Se narrows his eyes at him. "You claim to have renounced your secular life, but you indulged just as much. Isn’t that a contradiction?"

Wuxin places his palm outward in mock humility. "Amitabha. I only ate your share to prevent waste."

Sikong Qianluo shakes her head in disbelief at his shamelessness.

Suddenly, Lei Wujie’s excited shout interrupts them. "Look! It’s the sea!"

The occupants of the carriage spring to life. Wuxin opens the curtains so he and Xiao Se can see, while Sikong Qianluo climbs to the top to join Lei Wujie.

“Whoa… It’s my first time seeing the sea. It's so beautiful!” Lei Wujie breathes, his eyes sparkling with wonder.

Sikong Qianluo inhales deeply, closing her eyes. "So this is the scent of the sea."

Inside the carriage, Xiao Se stares at the horizon where the setting sun casts a golden hue over the water. Wuxin glances at him, a soft smile playing on his lips. "It’s true. So beautiful."

Xiao Se feels his heart stutter, his ears turning red. Wuxin chuckles, clearly noticing, and Xiao Se looking away.

Tang Lian halts the carriage. "We’ll have to spend the night here. If we continue, we’ll arrive at midnight, and there won’t be an inn open."

Lei Wujie leaps down from the roof with a grin. "Perfect! I’ll start setting up camp."

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That evening, the group sits around a crackling campfire, their shadows flickering against the backdrop of the starry night. Xiao Se pulls his fur-lined robe tighter, his body trembling slightly from the cold sea breeze.

Wuxin, ever observant, retrieves extra blankets from the carriage and wraps them over Xiao Se without a word. Xiao Se huffs in mock irritation but accepts them.

Lei Wujie, tending the fire, scratches the back of his head awkwardly. "Uh… Xiao Se…"

Xiao Se, nestled in his blankets, raises a brow. "What is it now?"

Wuxin, Tang Lian, and Sikong Qianluo exchange amused looks as Lei Wujie grins sheepishly. "Do you think Miss Ruoyi will follow us?"

Xiao Se gives him an incredulous look. "Why would she? It’s a dangerous journey."

"I can protect her!" Lei Wujie declares confidently.

Wuxin’s smirk grows wider. "Oh? Maybe General Ye doesn’t share your confidence. Isn’t that why she didn’t come along?"

Lei Wujie’s face falls. "You think I don’t have a chance with her?"

Tang Lian shakes his head, a small smile tugging at his lips. Sikong Qianluo taps her chin thoughtfully. "Hmm… but isn’t Ruoyi-jiejie a bit too good for you?"

Lei Wujie gasps in despair.

Wuxin’s eyes glint mischievously. "Think back, Lei Wujie. Before Miss Ruoyi departed with General Ye and Marquis Lanyue, who did she look at before saying goodbye?"

Lei Wujie frowns in thought. "Uh… everyone?"

Tang Lian sighs. "Hopeless."

Wuxin leans forward slightly. "She looked at two people: Xiao Se, her childhood friend, and you, Lei Wujie. Do you know what that means?"

Lei Wujie’s eyes light up. "I still have a chance?"

Wuxin chuckles. "You just have to be yourself."

Lei Wujie beams, his confidence restored.

Xiao Se watches the exchange with amusement. He then looks at Wuxin, "You just scammed him."

Wuxin shrugs, his smirk unrepentant. "I just say the fact."

Xiao Se shakes his head at his shamelessness. He sighs, resting his head on Wuxin’s shoulder. "Wake me up in a while. I still need to count our money.." He closes his eyes, exhaustion pulling him into sleep.

Wuxin gazes at him with a mixture of amusement and tenderness, wrapping his arm around Xiao Se to shield him from the cold. "Sleep tight."

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Dawn breaks cold and silent, the first rays of sunlight painting the horizon in muted gold. Xiao Se stirs awake, a shiver running down his spine as the chill in the air seeps through his blankets. He groans softly, his body sluggish and his head heavy.  

When the group finally prepares to leave the camp, Xiao Se is still wrapped tightly in the blankets. His steps are unsteady as he climbs into the carriage, his eyes half-lidded with lingering drowsiness.  

“Go back to sleep,” Wuxin says, settling beside him and adjusting the blankets around Xiao Se’s shoulders. “You’ll feel better with more rest.”  

Xiao Se doesn’t protest. He shifts slightly, resting his head on Wuxin’s thigh. The warmth and steady rhythm of the carriage lull him back to sleep. Wuxin glances down at him, a small, knowing smile tugging at his lips. “Sleep well, Your Highness.”  

---

When Xiao Se wakes again, the carriage has stopped, and the soft murmur of voices reaches his ears. He sits up slowly, still bundled in his blankets, and looks out. They have arrived at an inn in Dongji.  

The others are already speaking with the innkeeper. Wuxin approaches the carriage, leaning in slightly. “Feeling better?”  

Xiao Se frowns faintly, still groggy. “A little.”  

The innkeeper’s words cut through the moment. “I’m sorry, but we don’t have any rooms available in your price range.”  

Tang Lian sighs heavily. “Do you know of any other options?”  

The innkeeper hesitates, then nods. “There’s an unused building near the market, close to the port. It’s not much, but it’s empty.”  

Xiao Se steps down from the carriage, leaning slightly on Wuxin for balance. “Please show us.”  

The unused building is a simple, weather-worn structure with creaky wooden floors and broken benches. It’s far from ideal, but it’s free. Xiao Se sighs as he sits on one of the broken benches, pulling the blankets tighter around himself. His body aches, and a mild fever is starting to make his head spin.  

“We’ll camp here if we don’t get a boat today,” Tang Lian says, his tone practical.  

Xiao Se nods faintly, though his gaze remains on the floor. He longs for a proper bed but knows their money is better spent on food. “Go find a ship,” he murmurs. “And food. I’ll stay here.”  

“We’ll handle it,” Wuxin assures him. “Rest. Tang Lian will stay with you.”  

With that, Wuxin, Lei Wujie, and Sikong Qianluo leave to search the port. Xiao Se leans back against the wall, his head on his knees. Time passes slowly, and his fever creeps higher, leaving him feeling more sluggish and faint.  

“Where on earth are they?” Xiao Se mutters, his voice barely above a whisper. “It’s been so long. I think I’ll die of starvation.”  

Tang Lian glances at him, smiling faintly as he wipes his hidden weapon. “Maybe they got lost.”  

Xiao Se sighs heavily, wrapping himself tighter in the blankets. A sudden thought crosses his mind—Wuxin’s promise. If he thinks about Wuxin, Wuxin will find him. It’s absurd, but he tries anyway.  

Just as the thought crosses his mind, Lei Wujie’s voice rings out. “We’re back!”  

Xiao Se raises his head, his gaze sharpening as Wuxin enters the building with a small bowl in hand. When their eyes meet, Wuxin smiles warmly. “What? Were you thinking about me? Here I am.”  

Wuxin approaches him, the bowl steaming in his hands. Lei Wujie follows with a bucket of crabs, grinning proudly. Tang Lian frowns. “Why were you so long?”  

Sikong Qianluo scoffs. “Because Lei Wujie insists on catching crabs, and Wuxin has to cook porridge.”  

Xiao Se raises an eyebrow. “Why were you catching crabs when you could just buy food?”  

Wuxin hands him the bowl of porridge. “Because we need to save our money for the ship.”  

Xiao Se glances at the bowl, then back at Wuxin. “Then where did this porridge come from?”  

Wuxin’s smile widens. “I asked for some rice and borrowed the kitchen from a fish seller. We traded a few crabs for it.”  

Sikong Qianluo chimes in, her voice lively. “Do you know? It looks like Lei Wujie has a talent for catching crabs! He caught so many!”  

Lei Wujie grins, puffing out his chest. “We can eat plenty until tomorrow!”  

Tang Lian frowns. “Tomorrow? So there’s no ship?”  

Wuxin peels the shell off a crab, popping the meat into his mouth. “None that go that far.”  

Lei Wujie nods enthusiastically, his mouth full of crab meat. “But we got some info! There’s only one ship going that far.”  

Xiao Se drinks his porridge. “Oh? What ship is that?”  

Wuxin looks at him, his tone casual. “It’s Xuesong ship.”  

“Xuesong ship?” Tang Lian asks, his brow furrowing.  

“There’s even a cool flag on the ship. It depicts a phoenix experiencing a rebirth,” Lei Wujie adds.  

Xiao Se sets down the empty bowl, his appetite momentarily sated. “That’s the Flying Phoenix. It’s the symbol of the Mu family in Qingzhou.”  

“The Mu family of Qingzhou?” Tang Lian repeats.  

Xiao Se explains. “Qingzhou is just a category. The correct term should be the Nine Cities of Qingzhou. They’re business-based cities. They occupy 80% of Beili’s business industry. It’s also the largest economic center in Beili. It represents the wealth of Tianqi,” 

Lei Wujie’s eyes sparkle. “In short, they’re a very rich family!”  

Xiao Se shakes his head. “Very rich? They are the richest family in the Nine Cities of Qingzhou.”  

Sikong Qianluo cuts. “Apparently, they’re heading to Sanshe Island to catch snakes. They’ll be recruiting ship crew tomorrow morning.”  

Tang Lian folds his arms. “Then we need to preserve our strength for tomorrow. If they’re going to Sanshe Island, they’ll want strong crew members.”  

The group nods in unison, their resolve strengthening as the night creeps closer.  

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The camp is quiet as night settles in, the stars scattered like tiny lanterns across the darkened sky. The group has prepared for rest, their tired bodies heavy from the day’s journey. Xiao Se, as always, lies close to Wuxin. It’s become a habit—if he doesn’t sleep near Wuxin, he finds himself restless, unable to truly relax.

Wuxin glances down at the bundle of blankets next to him, where Xiao Se lies half-buried, his eyes half-lidded with exhaustion. With a faint smile, Wuxin tugs the edges of the blanket to cover Xiao Se properly, tucking it around his shoulders to keep out the chill. His hand lingers for a moment before pressing lightly against Xiao Se’s forehead.

“You have a mild fever,” Wuxin murmurs, his voice soft but tinged with concern.

Xiao Se, too tired to open his eyes, mumbles drowsily, “It’s fine… I’ll sleep it off…”

Wuxin chuckles quietly, his fingers gently stroking through Xiao Se’s hair, coaxing him further into slumber. “Just sleep. I’ll be here.”

Xiao Se’s body relaxes, and soon he’s back to sleep, his breathing deep and steady. Wuxin watches him for a moment longer, his fingers still resting lightly against Xiao Se’s temple. He can’t help but feel a protective pull toward him, an overwhelming need to keep him safe.

The night passes peacefully for a while, the crackle of the fire the only sound breaking the silence. But then, at the stroke of midnight, a soft groan stirs Wuxin from his sleep. His eyes snap open, instantly alert.

He turns toward Xiao Se, hearing the labored breaths that sound too heavy for a peaceful rest. Wuxin’s heart skips a beat as he notices the way Xiao Se shifts uncomfortably, his forehead now burning with fever. Without hesitation, Wuxin places his palm against Xiao Se’s face, his heart tightening at the heat radiating from him.

“Xiao Se?” he calls softly, his voice filled with concern. He presses his hand to Xiao Se’s forehead again, frowning when he realizes the fever has worsened.

“Wait a minute,” Wuxin says gently, preparing to rise and fetch something for the fever.

But before he can move, Xiao Se’s hand shoots out, gripping Wuxin’s sleeve with surprising strength. His eyes flutter open briefly, and in a soft, shaky voice, he murmurs, “I’m okay… just stay… I’ll be alright in no time.”

Wuxin’s frown deepens as he feels Xiao Se’s hands trembling from the cold despite the fever. “How can you be okay? Your body is burning up!”

Xiao Se, however, refuses to let go of Wuxin’s sleeve. His voice is barely audible, but there’s a desperation in it. “No… just stay…”

Wuxin sighs, his concern growing. “You’re so stubborn,” he mutters.

Carefully, he lifts Xiao Se onto his lap. Xiao Se gasps softly, glancing toward their sleeping friends. “What are you doing!? You’ll wake everyone!” he whispers, his voice barely above a hiss.

"Making sure you don’t feel cold,” Wuxin replies calmly, adjusting Xiao Se so he sits more comfortably. Then, gently drapes a blanket over them both, wrapping his arms around Xiao Se, his touch tender but firm. “I’ll hug you, so you won’t feel cold. You can sleep properly this way.”

Xiao Se huffs, his cheeks tinged red—not just from the fever. “I’m not a kid,” he grumbles, though he doesn’t resist.

Wuxin strokes his back and runs his fingers through Xiao Se’s hair, his movements slow and soothing. “Alright, you’re not a kid. But you still need to sleep. You’ll need your strength for tomorrow.”

The gentle touch and Wuxin’s steady presence melt away the fever’s grip, lulling Xiao Se back into slumber. His breathing evens out, his body finally relaxing in Wuxin’s embrace.

Once he’s certain Xiao Se is fast asleep, Wuxin exhales a heavy sigh, his hand resting lightly on Xiao Se’s cheek. “You’re always so strong,” he murmurs, his voice barely above a whisper. “But you don’t have to carry everything alone, Xiao Se.”

He presses a soft kiss to Xiao Se’s forehead, the touch gentle and full of care. “Please… let me know when you’re sick. Don’t hide it from me.”

Xiao Se doesn’t respond, lost to the sleep that has claimed him once more. Wuxin sits there for a long while, his arms wrapped around Xiao Se protectively. He knows they’ll have to keep moving tomorrow, but right now, he’s content just holding him, keeping him warm.

The fire crackles softly beside them, and the night stretches on, peaceful once more.

Chapter Text

The morning sunlight seeped through the cracks in the wooden walls, casting soft, golden beams into the quiet room. Xiao Se stirred faintly, still nestled in Wuxin's lap. The warmth of Wuxin’s steady breathing and the soothing weight of his hand resting on Xiao Se’s back had lulled him into a peaceful, dreamless sleep. His body, still frail and sluggish from the lingering fever, refused to move easily. As Xiao Se’s eyelids fluttered open, Wuxin greeted him with a gentle smile, brushing a few stray strands of hair from his pale face.

“Feeling better?" Wuxin asks softly.

Xiao Se nods faintly, trying to push himself up. "I can manage."

Wuxin helps him sit, his movements careful yet unhurried. The others begin to stir, and soon the group finds themselves at the market, buying plain buns for breakfast. Xiao Se takes small bites, his appetite still fragile, but he powers through.

They make their way to the harbor, where the sight of a crowd catches their attention. In the center, a servant of the Mu family orchestrates a selection process for potential crew members. Intrigued, the group moves closer to watch.

The servant calls out, "Next!" as a burly man steps forward, his eyes fixed on a basket. Inside writhes a golden serpent, its scales shimmering ominously.

Sikong Qianluo frowns. "What kind of snake is that? It looks aggressive."

Tang Lian leans in slightly, observing the creature. "That’s a gold-thread snake from Sanshe Island. Its venom is deadly, but its extract is a universal antidote. In Beili, one cup of its venom is worth nearly 100 silver taels."

Lei Wujie grimaces as the snake bites the man attempting to capture it. The bitten contestant is quickly administered an antidote and given a small bag of coins before being dismissed.

Lei Wujie frowns. “The Mu family is despicable. They are rich cowards who buy humans with money. The rich are all the same.”  

Xiao Se turns to look at him sharply, his piercing gaze making Lei Wujie falter.  

“I-I didn’t mean you!” Lei Wujie stammers, waving his hands frantically. “I meant the Mu family! They’re the bad guys!”  

Xiao Se looks away, his expression unreadable. Lei Wujie, ever oblivious, mumbles under his breath, “Besides, you're as broke as us now...”  

Xiao Se’s eyes narrow, his hands twitching beneath his sleeves. Before he can retaliate, Wuxin steps in, wrapping an arm around Xiao Se to hold him back.

"Now, now, no need for violence," Wuxin murmurs soothingly.

Lei Wujie scrambles to hide behind Tang Lian and Sikong Qianluo. "It was just a joke!"

Suddenly, the viper springs from its basket, lunging directly at Xiao Se. In an instant, Wuxin, Lei Wujie, Tang Lian, and Sikong Qianluo spring into action. Tang Lian’s hidden weapon strikes the snake mid-air, and Wuxin catches it by the head before it can fall.

“It can’t be tamed,” Sikong Qianluo says, raising her spear. “Should we kill it?”  

Lei Wujie draws his sword, but before he can act, a voice calls out, “Wait!”  

The Mu family’s butler, a man named Liang, steps forward, bowing slightly. “I apologize for the commotion. This gold-thread viper is difficult to raise, and it startled easily. Please, have mercy on it.”  

Lei Wujie folds his arms. “Since you asked nicely, how could we refuse?”  

“Wait,” Xiao Se interrupts, stepping forward. "You witnessed my friends’ capabilities just now. Did we pass the test?"

The butler hesitates. “Well...”  

Xiao Se smirks. “It seems more is needed. Lei Wujie.”  

At Xiao Se’s command, Lei Wujie grins, his hand drifting to his sword, but the butler quickly intervenes. “There’s no need for that! I can tell right away you’re a masterful swordsman. You’d be a great asset to the Mu family’s operations.”  

Just then, a servant approaches and whispers something to Liang. The butler’s demeanor shifts, his lips curling into a smile.  

“It seems today is a fateful day. Our master wishes to meet you in person.”  

The group exchanges wary glances but ultimately agrees to follow Liang onto a ship docked nearby.

Before following Liang, Wuxin pauses for a moment. He looks around, frowning before continuing his walk toward the Mu family's ship.

---

In the opulent quarters of the Mu family’s flagship, a young man with a fan in hand greets them.  

“Pleasure to meet you all. I am Mu Chunfeng. How should I address you?”  

Xiao Se, still sluggish from his fever, blurts out, “I’m Xiao Wuxin.”  

The others exchange glances before realizing the need for aliases. Wuxin, ever quick with his wit, smirked slyly. “I’m Ye Xiao.”  

Lei Wujie scratches his head. “Uh... I’m Lei.. Lei Zhenyu.”  

Sikong Qianluo, quick on her feet, says, "Ye Qianluo."

Xiao Se blinked, startled to hear Sikong Qianluo use "Ye" as her surname, before realization hit—it was Ye Ruoyi’s name. Wuxin’s eyes gleamed with amusement as he caught Xiao Se’s fleeting reaction, his lips curving into a mischievous smile.

Tang Lian hesitates, flustered. "Thirteen Tang."

Mu Chunfeng smirks knowingly. "If you’re going to lie, at least put some effort into the names.”  

Lei Wujie whispers to Xiao Se, “He saw through us. Let’s just be honest now.”  

Xiao Se sighs, silly me, I'm use alias anyway. It's must be the fever acting up.

With a resigned shrug, they drop their pretense and introduce themselves properly—except Tang Lian, who is already well-known, and Sikong Qianluo, who insists on using Ye Ruoyi's name. They introduce themselves as Tang Mohe and Ye Qianluo.

Mu Chunfeng chuckles, folding his fan. "Well, now that we’ve cleared that up, let’s talk business."

As the group settles into their seats, they listens to Mu Chunfeng explanation for his need for three venomous snakes: the gold-thread snake, the silver-shroud snake, and the iron-glass snake.

"These are really a venomous snakes. What do you need them for?" Tang Lian asks.

Mu Chunfeng hesitates, then sighs. "To tell you the truth, it’s to cure my elder brother’s illness. The venoms are essential for the treatment. So, if you’re willing to help, I will assist you in reaching even the edges of the oceans."

Xiao Se’s sharp gaze meets Mu Chunfeng’s. “Is that so? The place we’re headed for is indeed at the edge of the oceans.”

Mu Chunfeng tilts his head, curiosity lighting his expression. “Even farther than Sanshe Island?”

Xiao Se smirks slightly. “I have an offer, Mr. Mu. When we reach Sanshe Island, we’ll get the gallbladders of the vipers for you. In return, leave a small boat for us. We’ll meet up again after seven days. How does that sound?”

Mu Chunfeng narrows his eyes. “And what if you don’t come back after seven days?”

“Then there’s no need to wait any longer.”

Mu Chunfeng studies Xiao Se for a moment. “You’re willing to take such great risks just to see the edge of the ocean?”

Xiao Se leans back slightly, his gaze steady. “To witness what no other humans have before? Isn’t that worth it?”

Mu Chunfeng smiles, his fan snapping shut with a soft click. “It is. Then, we set out in three days.”

As they prepare to leave, Mu Chunfeng’s piercing gaze locks onto Xiao Se. “Wait.”  

The group halts, tension rippling through the air.  

“According to my servant, all of you possess formidable inner energy and extraordinary skills,” Mu Chunfeng continues, his tone even but pointed. Xiao Se remains still, clutching his hands tightly beneath his sleeves. “But I haven’t heard what you are capable of, Mr. Xiao.”  

The others clutch their weapons instinctively, their expressions guarded. Despite the scrutiny, Xiao Se meets Mu Chunfeng’s gaze with calm composure. “I’m not as capable as they are. But my friends are following my lead. Is that enough?”  

A moment of silence passes, then Mu Chunfeng’s lips curl into a faint smile. “Very well. I’ll see you in three days.”  

They turn on their heels, leaving Mu Chunfeng with a lingering sense of unease. Xiao Se exhales quietly, his clenched hands finally relaxing once Mu Chunfeng is out of sight.

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The group leaves the Mu family ship, relieved to have one less problem on their hands. They make their way through the bustling market when Lei Wujie’s stomach growls loudly.

Lei Wujie rubs the back of his head, grinning sheepishly. “Uh… I only had one and a half bun this morning. I’m starving now!”  

He turns to Xiao Se with hopeful eyes. “Can I have some money to buy food?”  

Xiao Se raises an eyebrow. “You still have your crabs. Why waste money buying more foods?”  

Before Lei Wujie can respond, Wuxin steps in, draping an arm over Xiao Se’s shoulders. “Come now, Xiao Laoban. We’re not worrying about the ship anymore. Why not treat ourselves to a proper meal?”  

Xiao Se rolls his eyes. “Oh? Now you call me boss? I’m as broke as you, remember?”  

Lei Wujie rushes forward, massaging Xiao Se’s shoulders with exaggerated enthusiasm. “Xiao Se, it’s just a joke! You’re the owner of the glorious Snowfall Villa. You’re definitely rich!”  

Xiao Se folds his arms, narrowing his eyes at Lei Wujie. “Oh? The same villa you said had a broken wall and a leaking roof?”  

Lei Wujie scratches his head, at a loss for words. 

With a sigh, Xiao Se takes out his money pouch and hands it to Tang Lian. “Dashixiong, please go with him to buy some foods. If he goes alone, we’ll all starve. And make sure you both come back soon.”  

Tang Lian chuckles knowingly and grabs Lei Wujie by the collar. “Come on, let’s find something edible.”  

Sikong Qianluo announces she wants to explore the market and takes her leave as well, leaving Xiao Se and Wuxin behind.  

Wuxin steps closer to Xiao Se, raising a hand to feel his forehead. “I knew it. Your fever is getting worse. Let’s head back to the camp before it gets any higher.”  

Xiao Se, feeling sluggish and dizzy, nods reluctantly. Though he is tempted to protest, he knows Wuxin is right. Now that he is more aware, the dull pain he has been ignoring feels sharper. He steels himself and starts walking.  

As they weave through the crowded streets, a group of children races past, laughing and shouting. Wuxin quickly pulls Xiao Se out of their path. “Why are you lost in thought? Are you in pain?”  

Xiao Se doesn’t want to make Wuxin worry more, so he gives a faint smile. “I’m fine. Let’s go.”

Wuxin, unconvinced, keeps an arm firmly around Xiao Se’s shoulders, his concern evident. He sighs softly, brushing a stray strand of hair from Xiao Se’s face. “Just tell me if it gets too much. You don’t have to keep pretending you’re stronger than you are.”

Xiao Se looks away, his smile fading slightly, but he nods. “I’ll let you know.”

As they continue walking, someone suddenly grabs Xiao Se’s arm forcefully, yanking him to the side. The unexpected pull makes his already dizzy head spin, and he stumbles, nearly collapsing if not for Wuxin’s quick reflexes. Wuxin steadies him immediately, his grip firm and protective.

Wuxin’s eyes narrow in alarm. “Who—”  

A girl, no older than fifteen, interrupts him. She is already checking Xiao Se’s pulse with a practiced hand, her expression a mixture of frustration and concern. “It’s been four years since i last saw you, and you’ve let yourself get like this? Your condition is worse than I imagined!”  

Xiao Se blinks, squinting to focus on her face. Recognition flashes in his tired eyes. “Hua Jin.”

His frown deepens. “Why are you here?”

The Divine Healer, Hua Jin scowls. “Why can't I be here? And don't change the subject, Your Highness. What have you been doing these past four years? You’re not healing—you’re deteriorating!”

Wuxin, who is still supporting Xiao Se, looks at her calmly. “Are you the King of Medicine’s little disciple? The Divine Healer, Hua Jin?”  

Hua Jin shoots him a sharp look. “And what if I am?”  

Wuxin offers a polite smile. “If you want to check Xiao Se, why don’t we head back to our place first? It’s nearby, and he needs to rest.”  

Hua Jin sighs and finally releases Xiao Se’s wrist. “Fine. Lead the way.”  

Wuxin nods and helps Xiao Se walk. His fever is climbing fast, and Wuxin doesn’t plan to waste another second.  

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Tang Lian and Lei Wujie stroll through the lively market, scanning the numerous food stalls.

“We need something cheap but filling,” Tang Lian says, eyeing a vendor selling roasted buns.

Lei Wujie sighs dramatically. “Dashixiong, why does it feel like we’re beggars?”

Tang Lian just smiles, shaking his head. Suddenly, Lei Wujie stops, his attention caught by a gathering crowd ahead. “Look! A street performance!”

Curious, Tang Lian follows him to the crowd. In the center stands a veiled woman, her movements graceful and captivating. As she dances, incorporating martial arts into her routine, Tang Lian’s eyes narrow, instantly recognizing her. His heart skips a beat, his expression turning serious. He’s not fooled by the veil—he knows it’s Rui.

When she leaps and lands in front of him, her eyes lock with his. With a sly grin, she reaches out and brushes her hand against the collar of his robe before returning to the center of the crowd to finish her performance.

Lei Wujie bursts into applause, laughing. “Dashixiong! You got seduced! Lady Rui will kill you if she finds out!”

Tang Lian freezes, his cheeks flushing red. He knows exactly who it is. 

Lei Wujie scratches his head, frowning. “But why does she look so familiar?”

As the crowd begins to disperse, the veiled dancer approaches Tang Lian, pulling down her veil. “Lian.”

Lei Wujie’s jaw drops. “Lady Rui!? That’s why she looked familiar!”

Tang Lian blinks, still in shock. “Rui… what are you doing here?”

Before Rui can answer, Lei Wujie interjects with a dramatic gasp. “Wait! Are you broke too, Lady Rui? Is that why you’re performing as a street dancer?”

Tang Lian turns to Lei Wujie, mortified. “Lei Wujie!”

Rui’s smile fades as she unsheathes a dagger, pressing it lightly against Lei Wujie’s neck. “Do you want to lose your head, Little Lei?”

Lei Wujie waves his hands frantically. “No, no, I was joking! Joking! You’re as rich as a princess!”

Rui narrows her eyes but sheathes her dagger. “Good answer.”

Tang Lian exhales, relieved. “You didn’t have to take it that far, Rui.”

Rui shrugs. “He asked for it.”

Tang Lian hesitates. “So, why are you here?”

Rui crosses her arms, her lips curling into a smirk. “I came along with two companions who have business with Xiao Se. Naturally, I came to see you as well.”

Lei Wujie grins. “Oh, so you missed Dashixiong, huh?”

Rui raises an eyebrow. “You could say that.” Her gaze softens as she glances at Tang Lian. “You look skinny. Have you been eating properly?”

Tang Lian stiffens, brushing off her comment with a practiced calm. “I’m fine, Rui. You don’t need to worry about me.”

Before Tang Lian can reply, Lei Wujie cuts in, tilting his head. “Skinny? Dashixiong doesn’t look skinny to me.”

Rui clicks her tongue, her smirk returning. “What do you know, Little Lei? To me, he looks like he’s been starving himself.”

Tang Lian sighs, exasperated. “Rui, I told you, I’m fine.”

Rui shrugs, clearly unconvinced. “Lian, you always say that, and yet you still end up looking like this.” She pokes his arm lightly, her teasing demeanor masking her concern.

Lei Wujie watches the exchange, grinning. “Lady Rui, you’re really good at flustering Dashixiong. I should take notes.”

Rui gives him a pointed look, her voice dripping with mock authority. “You should spend less time ‘taking notes’ and more time keeping your stomach from growling so loudly. It’s embarrassing.”

As if on cue, Lei Wujie’s stomach growls loudly again. “Alright, let’s get some food. I’m starving!”

Tang Lian clears his throat, a faint blush still lingering on his cheeks. “Let’s just find something to eat.”

---

The trio makes their way to a food stall, where the aroma of freshly grilled skewers fills the air. Tang Lian scans the menu, his brow furrowed.

“These are too expensive,” Tang Lian mutters, eyeing the pricier dishes.

“Why not get this instead?” Lei Wujie points to a cheap but bland-looking dish. “It’s cheap.”

Rui frowns. “Why are you looking at this? It’s not even good. Let's eat something better.”

Lei Wujie sighs. “Our money isn’t enough for anything better.”

Rui rolls her eyes, pulling out her coin pouch. “I’ll treat you.”

Tang Lian looks at her in surprise. “Rui, you don’t have to—”

Rui interrupts, a mischievous glint in her eyes. “Relax, Lian. I’ll treat you—but only if you let me feed you. How about it?”

Before Tang Lian can even respond, Lei Wujie grins, his excitement overriding the moment. “Lady Rui, you’re the best!”

The trio enjoys a meal that’s far better than what they expected. Rui teases Tang Lian from time to time, making him blush while Lei Wujie laughs and chats non-stop.

“We should get food for Xiao Se, Wuxin, and Qianluo too,” Tang Lian suggests, his tone thoughtful as he remembers the three waiting for them.

Lei Wujie’s eyes widen as he suddenly remembers. “Right! They’ve been waiting for a long time!”

Rui raises an eyebrow and smirks, her teasing tone unmistakable. “Lian, always so considerate. Are you trying to impress me?”

Tang Lian stiffens, a faint blush creeping up his neck. “I’m just… being practical.”

Rui leans in slightly, a playful glint in her eyes. “Practical? Or just trying to look good in front of me?”

Tang Lian coughs, looking anywhere but at her. “Rui, this isn’t the time for jokes.”

Lei Wujie, watching the exchange with amusement, laughs. “Dashixiong, you’re so easy to tease!”

Rui chuckles, clearly enjoying herself. “Fine, fine. I’ll get something extra for them. I wouldn’t want anyone to think I’m stingy—especially not you, Lian.”

Tang Lian sighs, shaking his head but unable to hide the small, embarrassed smile tugging at his lips.

---

With full stomachs, they make their way back to their place. Tang Lian glances at Rui, his expression calm but guarded. “Rui, these two companions of yours—what’s their purpose?”

Rui shrugs casually, a playful smile tugging at her lips. “You’ll see when we get there. They’re people Xiao Se needs to meet.”

Chapter Text

The abandoned building is quiet as Wuxin helps Xiao Se lie down on a blanket. Hua Jin stands nearby, her arms crossed and her expression filled with irritation.  

“Is this where you’ve been sleeping? No wonder you’re like this! Do you want to make your condition worse?” she snaps, her glare fixed on Xiao Se.

Xiao Se, sluggish and disoriented, blinks slowly. His voice is barely audible. “We don’t have enough money,” he mutters before his eyes flutter shut and he loses consciousness.

Wuxin adjusts the blanket over him with care, his movements gentle. Xiao Se’s pale face glistens with sweat as his hand instinctively clutches Wuxin’s sleeve.

Hua Jin crouches beside them, her sharp tone breaking the tense quiet. “Hold him steady. I need to work.”

She pulls out her needles, muttering under her breath, “You’re lucky I don’t let people die easily.”  

Xiao Se’s face twists in discomfort, even in his unconscious state. Hua Jin works quickly, her expression tense. Time passes, and finally, she exhales heavily and leans back.  

“How is he?” Wuxin asks, his voice filled with concern.  

Hua Jin studies him for a moment before answering. “It’s bad—worse than bad. If you don’t meet the Reclusive Deities within a week, he won’t make it.”  

Wuxin clenches his fists, his jaw tightening as he brushes Xiao Se’s damp hair back gently. “The ship sails in three days. We’ll stop at Sanshe Island first to help Mr. Mu. It’s a 10-day journey at best from Dongji to Sanshe Island. And we have no idea how long it will take from Sanshe Island to Penglai Island.”

Hua Jin sighs, her expression grim. “In that case, I’ll have to forcibly extend his life for a week at most. And after that span…” She pauses, shaking her head. “I’ll think about that later.”

After a long silence, she asks, “When did you meet His Highness—I mean, Xiao Se? Do you know about his condition?”

“I met him about a year ago,” Wuxin explains, his voice tinged with guilt. “I didn’t realize his condition was this serious.”

Hua Jin frowns deeply. “Judging by his state, he must have been in constant pain. I can’t tell if he’s just used to it or if it’s so bad he’s gone numb. Either way, it’s terrifying that no one around him noticed.”

Wuxin’s expression darkens. “His condition worsened after our fight with the Tang and the Dark River in Lei Fortress.”  

Hua Jin nods slowly, her expression grave. “I know about that fight. He summoned all his strength and unleashed his full power, just to restore his martial arts to their peak for a brief moment. That technique must have taken an immense toll on him.”

They sigh together. Hua Jin looks around the camp and says, “He can’t stay here. The sea breeze is too strong, and the damp air will only make his fever worse. He needs a proper inn—a comfortable place to rest.”  

Wuxin nods. “I’ll arrange something.”  

They continue talking about Xiao Se’s condition. After some time, Xiao Se stirs, his eyes fluttering open.  

“Wuxin?” he calls weakly, his voice barely audible.  

Wuxin leans closer. “I’m here.”  

Hua Jin looks at him sharply. “How do you feel? And don’t lie to me.”  

Xiao Se hesitates before answering. “A little dizzy… and cold.”  

“Are you in pain?” Hua Jin asks.  

Xiao Se pauses, as though trying to feel his body. Finally, he shakes his head weakly. “No pain… I don’t feel anything.”  

Hua Jin sighs, her expression hardening. “You’re just too numb from all the pain to the point where you can’t feel anything anymore,” she mutters. Without another word, she rises and begins preparing a tonic in the back.

“How much time has passed?” Xiao Se asks, his voice faint.  

“It’s dusk,” Wuxin replies softly.  

Xiao Se frowns. “That long already?”  

Wuxin nods. “Don’t worry. Just rest as long as you need.”  

Xiao Se’s expression shifts. “No… Dashixiong and Lei Wujie still aren’t here? I only had half a plain bun earlier. I’m starving.”  

Wuxin blinks, realizing they’re still not back. “Oh! Now that you mention it, they haven’t returned yet. Did Lei Wujie get lost?”  

Xiao Se sighs heavily. “Looks like I’ll have to find my own food next time.”  

Wuxin chuckles softly, rubbing Xiao Se’s head. “Don’t worry. They’ll be back soon.”  

Xiao Se leans into the touch, his body relaxing slightly. The silence between them is warm and comforting, a moment of peace amidst the tension.  

Suddenly, the quiet is broken by a loud commotion. The sharp clang of weapons clashing rings through the air.  

Wuxin tenses immediately, sitting up straight. “There’s trouble.”  

Xiao Se tries to push himself up, his movements shaky. “I’m going with you.”  

“No,” Wuxin says firmly, placing a hand on Xiao Se’s shoulder. “You need to rest.”  

Xiao Se glares at him weakly. “If it’s dangerous, I can’t just lie here. I’m coming.”  

Hua Jin storms back into the building, her voice sharp with annoyance. “What’s going on out there?”

Wuxin glances toward the window, his expression hardening. “Trouble. Stay here with Xiao Se.”

Xiao Se struggles to sit up, his voice hoarse but resolute. “I’m not staying here!”

Hua Jin glares at him, her hands on her hips. “You can barely stand, and you think you’re going out there? Don’t be ridiculous!”

Wuxin sighs, realizing there’s no stopping him. He helps Xiao Se to his feet carefully. Hua Jin crosses her arms, muttering, “You’re both insane.”  

As they step out of the building, the sound of the fight grows louder, the clanging of metal echoing through the air. Xiao Se grips Wuxin’s arm for support, his gaze sharp despite his pale face.

Chapter Text

Sikong Qianluo strolls through the lively market after parting ways with Xiao Se and Wuxin. Her steps are light as she weaves through the crowd, her eyes sparkling at the vibrant stalls. At an accessories stand, she pauses to admire some finely crafted hairpins when she suddenly spots a familiar figure.  

“Ruoyi jiejie!” Sikong Qianluo exclaims, her voice a mix of shock and excitement. “I thought you wouldn’t come with us!”  

Ye Ruoyi looks up, her face relaxing with visible relief as she sees Sikong Qianluo. “I thought you had already set sail,” she replies softly.  

Sikong Qianluo shakes her head, a grin spreading across her face. “Not yet. We’ll leave in three days with the Mu family’s ship.” She tilts her head, her curiosity bubbling over. “You’ll come with us, right?”  

Ye Ruoyi nods, her lips curving into a small smile. “Of course. Where are Xiao Se and the others?”  

“They’re in the building over there.” Sikong Qianluo gestures toward a distant abandoned building. “Let’s meet them later. For now, how about you accompany me around the market, Ruoyi jiejie?”  

Ye Ruoyi hesitates for a moment, but the sparkle in Sikong Qianluo’s eyes convinces her. “Alright,” she agrees, her tone light.  

The two stroll through the bustling market together, their conversation flowing as they browse stalls filled with trinkets, food, and fabrics. When the sun begins to dip toward the horizon, Sikong Qianluo decides it’s time to return.  

“Come on, let’s go back,” Sikong Qianluo says, tugging lightly on Ye Ruoyi’s sleeve.  

As they approach the building where Xiao Se and the others are staying, Sikong Qianluo’s sharp eyes catch sight of a woman lingering outside. The woman’s movements are subtle but undeniably suspicious, her gaze carefully examining the building as if assessing it for something.  

Sikong Qianluo’s expression hardens. Her hand tightens around her spear as she whispers to Ye Ruoyi, “Go inside first. I’ll handle this.”  

Ye Ruoyi frowns, her eyes filled with concern. “I’m not leaving you alone.”  

Before Sikong Qianluo can argue, the woman notices them. Without hesitation, Sikong Qianluo steps forward, her spear pointed. “Who are you? What’s your purpose here?”  

The woman turns slowly, her expression calm but her eyes sharp. “None of your business.”  

Sikong Qianluo narrows her eyes, then lunges forward, her weapon slicing through the air. The woman defends it effortlessly with her staff. Her expression shifts to mild annoyance.  

“You’re good looking. But you’re not very smart. You came to this abandoned building at night. Yet, you wore an all-white outfit," Sikong Qianluo says while pointing her spear.  

The woman, Ji Xue, mutters under her breath, “Vermillion Bird?” as she swings her staff to block the attack.

“You Dark River likes to give yourself a title, and call others by their title?" Sikong Qianluo presses.

"I'm White Tiger," Ji Xue says, annoyed.  

"White Tiger? This title doesn’t sound–" Sikong Qianluo blinks, then pauses. "Wait."  

She studies Ji Xue carefully, "You’re White Tiger?"  

At that moment, Xiao Se steps out, supported by Wuxin, who helps him walk, with Hua Jin close behind. From the opposite direction, Lei Wujie, Tang Lian, and Rui arrive, alarmed by the tense scene in front of them.  

Sikong Qianluo steps back, still pointing her spear, keeping an eye on Ji Xue.  

“What’s going on?” Lei Wujie asks, his hand instinctively moving toward his weapon. His gaze flicks to the unfamiliar woman. “Who’s she?”  

Tang Lian also tenses, his hand hovering near his weapon. Rui watches the scene with amusement.  

“What are you two doing?" Xiao Se asks, his voice weak but firm as Wuxin helps steady him. His head spins from the exertion. He sighs, "Qianluo, stop."  

Sikong Qianluo’s focus is still locked on Ji Xue, who stands unfazed amidst the commotion. She says, "Why didn't you ask her to stop first?"  

"Well, Ji Xue too, stop." Xiao Se interjects, trying to ease the situation.

Ji Xue glances at Xiao Se, raising an eyebrow. "Are you giving me an order?"  

Xiao Se massages the bridge of his nose again, his voice a little tired. "Both of you are childish."  

Ji Xue lowers her staff, eyeing the group. "You're either surrounded by a silly kid like Lei Wujie, a perverted monk like him, or an impulsive young lady like this. Xiao Chuhe, are there no other ordinary people around you?"

Sikong Qianluo lowers her spear as well, with an annoyed look. "You could’ve just entered directly. Why sneak around and examine the building first? You can’t blame anyone for this."

"Yo~ As long as the misunderstanding is cleared up,” Rui says, her voice laced with amusement.  

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After the earlier misunderstanding, they enter the building together. Wuxin helps Xiao Se settle on a makeshift bed, bundling him tightly with blankets. Hua Jin resumes preparing a tonic in the corner while Lei Wujie starts building a bonfire to warm them. Sikong Qianluo sits beside Ye Ruoyi, her annoyed expression still lingering, while Ji Xue chooses to sit alone. Rui approaches Ji Xue and casually sits beside her.

Tang Lian pulls out the food he, Lei Wujie, and Rui had bought earlier. “We only bought enough for three people,” he says, looking mildly apologetic.

Sikong Qianluo shrugs. “I can share it with Ruoyi jiejie.”

"Then, I will eat it with Wuxin. Ji Xue and Hua Jin can share the rest together," Xiao Se says.

Tang Lian hands the food to Sikong Qianluo, then moves to Wuxin and Ji Xue. Wuxin helps Xiao Se open the packaging but pauses, inspecting the food.

“Oh? Isn’t this a bit extravagant? How did you manage to buy this meat with so little money? Did Lei Wujie take on some odd job again?”

Xiao Se glances at the meat, his stomach growling. However, his weak body warns him he probably can’t digest meat right now.

Lei Wujie grins. “No! It’s Dashixiong’s work! He got—”

Tang Lian swiftly clamps a hand over Lei Wujie’s mouth, cutting him off before he says too much. Rui smirks mischievously and pokes Tang Lian’s arm.

“Lian~” she teases.

Tang Lian freezes, his ears burning.

Wuxin shakes his head and smirks. “So we’re enjoying this meal at the expense of Dashixiong’s suffering? How noble of you.”

Just as Xiao Se picks up a piece of meat, Hua Jin storms over, holding her tonic. Her face flushed with anger.

“You fools! What are you doing?! Do you want to undo all my hard work?”

She storms to Xiao Se and snatches the meat from his hands, throwing it away.

Lei Wujie gasps in horror and quickly retrieve the discarded meat. “Why would you throw away such precious food!?”

Hua Jin glares at him. “Who’s foolish enough to give meat to a sick person? He can’t digest it!"

Fool number one, Lei Wujie, for picking meat as dinner. Fool number two, Rui, for buying it. Fool number three, Tang Lian, for bringing it. And fool number four, Wuxin, for giving it to him. The four of them exchange guilty looks, realizing they acted thoughtlessly.

Xiao Se sighs, opening his mouth to reassure her, but Hua Jin’s sharp glare stops him in his tracks.

“For now, drink this." She thrusts the tonic toward him. "Afterward, you can eat porridge. Let these fools go buy it for you!”

With a scrunched face, Xiao Se drinks the tonic. Afterward, Tang Lian, Lei Wujie, and Rui head out to buy porridge.

Once Xiao Se finishes eating the porridge, exhaustion tugs him, and he quickly drifts off to sleep. Wuxin carefully adjusts the blankets around him, ensuring they reach his shoulders to keep him warm. Once satisfied, Wuxin turns his attention to the four guests.

His gaze lands on Ji Xue. “I guess you’re the one Xiao Se’s master mentioned in his letter?”

Ji Xue stares back at him, her tone even. “You could say so.”

Lei Wujie, who has been sneaking glances at Ye Ruoyi, suddenly interjects. “Oh! Lady Rui, the two companions you mentioned earlier—are they Miss Ruoyi and Miss Ji?”

“Just call me Ji Xue. And no, we’re with Hua Jin, not Miss Ye.” Ji Xue corrects him with a calm tone.

Sikong Qianluo chimes in cheerfully, “Ruoyi jiejie is coming with us! We’ll all going together!”

Wuxin’s gaze shifts to Ye Ruoyi. “Miss Ye, what about your father and Marquis Lanyue?”

Ji Xue’s expression hardens. “So you’re the one who brought them here.”

Ye Ruoyi stays silent, her expression unreadable.

Lei Wujie glances around nervously. “Uh, what’s going on?”

He pauses, then asks, “Is Miss Ruoyi the one who brought Marquis Lanyue and General Ye to Lei Fortress back then?”

Ji Xue sighs. “That’s one thing. But what I’m referring to is something else entirely.”

Sikong Qianluo frowns, her protective instincts kicking in. “What do you mean? Why are you cornering Ruoyi jiejie?”

Wuxin, gently fixing Xiao Se’s stray hair, speaks calmly. “Today, when we joined the Mu family crew, I sensed a familiar energy. But then it disappeared, as if hidden. I didn’t expect that person to actually come here.”

Lei Wujie tilts his head, puzzled. “Who’s coming?”

“You’ve met him once before.”

Ji Xue answers curtly, “Eunuch Jing Xian.”

Lei Wujie claps his hands in realization. “Oh!”

Tang Lian frowns. “What brings a eunuch here?”

“Did he come to take Xiao Se back on the emperor’s orders?” Lei Wujie’s expression darkens.

Ye Ruoyi, silent until now, finally speaks. “No. He came to escort someone.”

Ji Xue concludes, “...It’s the emperor.”

The room freezes. Lei Wujie stammers, “Why… why is the emperor…?”

Sikong Qianluo’s voice hardens. “Does he want to force Xiao Se back?”

Ye Ruoyi shakes her head. “I don’t know their exact intentions. Four days ago, Eunuch Jing Xian and the emperor approached me. They asked if I wanted to travel with them to Dongji. I thought you had already left, so I decided to come here with them to keep an eye on their movements. But I met Qianluo today—”

Suddenly, a powerful energy reverberates through the building, causing everyone to tense and grip their weapons. Xiao Se awakens abruptly, groaning from dizziness as the overwhelming energy washes over him. Wuxin crouches protectively in front of Xiao Se, while Rui positions herself in front of Hua Jin, and Tang Lian steps forward to shield Rui.

The door swings open, revealing Eunuch Jing Xian. Behind him stands a figure cloaked in a robe. Slowly, the figure pulls back the hood.

Xiao Se, still sluggish and disoriented, recognizes him immediately.

“Brother,” he murmurs.

Chapter Text

Tension fills the air as Xiao Se and his friends face Xiao Chong and Eunuch Jing Xian. Wuxin and the others remain watchful as the emperor approaches. Xiao Chong’s eyes scan the group before settling on his younger brother. Xiao Se’s disheveled appearance deepens his concern.

“What brings you here, brother?” Xiao Se asks, his tone steady despite his weariness. His friends instinctively stand protectively in front of him, forming a barrier against any potential danger.

Xiao Chong doesn’t answer immediately. Instead, he regards Xiao Se with a mixture of emotions. “It’s been a long time, Chuhe.”

Xiao Se sighs and turns to his friends. “Can you all step outside for a moment?” 

They exchange uneasy glances, clearly reluctant to leave. Xiao Se reassures them, "It’ll be okay."

Wuxin finally speaks up, “If you need help, just call us.”

Hua Jin adds, “Don’t push yourself.”

Xiao Se nods in acknowledgment, and with heavy hearts, his friends exit the room with Eunuch Jing Xian. Wuxin lingers briefly, casting a worried glance back before closing the door.

Once alone, Xiao Se meets Xiao Chong’s gaze. “It’s been a long time, brother.” Xiao Se repeats.

The room falls silent, tension hanging heavy between them. After a moment, Xiao Se breaks the silence. “What are you doing here?”

"I came to bring Jing Xian with you—" Xiao Chong starts but is cut off by Xiao Se’s quiet yet firm voice. “Brother.”

Xiao Chong looks into Xiao Se’s reddened eyes. There’s a plea in them, unspoken but clear. “Please don’t make this harder for me.”

They lapse into silence again. After some time, Xiao Chong hesitantly asks, “Chuhe… do you still resent it?”

Xiao Se’s eyes grow distant. “Why bother?” he replies, his tone hollow.

Xiao Chong shifts uncomfortably. “After you heal, what do you want to do?”

Xiao Se studies him, his tired eyes narrowing slightly. “If I tell you, will you grant it?”

Xiao Chong presses his lips together, a pained expression crossing his face. “I know you well. In the past, you always talked about Tianqi’s future as its future emperor. But your eyes… they always longed for freedom.”

He pauses, then adds, “You must come back alive. After that, you can wander the Jianghu if you wish. And if you don't want to return, at least send me letters. That way, I’ll know you’re safe.”

Xiao Se is silent for a long moment before speaking, his voice low and hesitant. “Brother, the wound in my heart hasn’t healed. I miss home, but at the same time, I resent it.”

He halts, then continues with visible effort. “But I don’t blame you. So don’t carry guilt for me. Thank you for missing me so much. But, as you said… I don’t think I can stay bound to the royals.”

Xiao Chong nods slowly, his gaze lingering on Xiao Se. Then, noticing Xiao Se’s pale complexion and slight shivering, he frowns. “Why are you sleeping here in your condition?” 

He reaches out to check Xiao Se’s forehead. “You have a fever!”

Xiao Chong’s frustration grows. “Did your friends let you sleep in a place like this?”

Before Xiao Se can respond, Xiao Chong strides out of the room and orders Eunuch Jing Xian to book proper accommodations. Eunuch Jing Xian bows and leaves to fulfill the command. 

As Xiao Chong steps outside, he is met with the sharp gazes of Xiao Se’s friends, who rush to check on him. Still frowning, Xiao Chong demands, “Why did you let Chuhe sleep in such an environment when he’s clearly sick?”

Wuxin, supporting Xiao Se as Hua Jin examines him, replies, “And why did you let him live in poverty without any money?”

Xiao Chong freezes, caught off guard. Xiao Se looks visibly offended, but Wuxin continues. “He couldn’t even afford enough food. Look at him—he’s getting thinner and thinner.”

Xiao Se pinches his waist indignantly. Wuxin smirks mischievously and holds his hand to stop him. “You’re the emperor," Wuxin says. "but you’re his brother first. How could you not know how he’s been living?”

Xiao Chong falters, guilt creeping in. “No… I thought he had a villa?”

Wuxin tightens his grip on Xiao Se’s hand to prevent him from reacting violently, “His ‘villa’? Did you know that it has broken walls and a leaking roof?”

Xiao Se glares at Wuxin, clearly ready to retaliate, but Hua Jin holds him back. Xiao Chong, meanwhile, processes this revelation with growing remorse. He had always helped Xiao Se secretly but never thought to give him money. The realization hits him hard—Xiao Se left Tianqi with nothing but his clothes and the Wuji Staff.

Looking at Xiao Se with pity, Xiao Chong says softly, “So you’ve been struggling with money.”

“No! I don’t—” Xiao Se snaps, offended, but Wuxin gently pinches him, silencing him.

Xiao Chong interprets Xiao Se’s reaction as embarrassment and nods. “It’s alright. I’ll give you some money. Think of it as your big brother giving you an allowance.”

Xiao Se wants to argue but reconsiders. If his brother wants to give him extra pocket money, why refuse? He looks away, feigning embarrassment, catching Wuxin’s knowing smirk.

Night falls, and Eunuch Jing Xian returns to announce that rooms have been arranged at an inn. Xiao Chong tries to help Xiao Se, but Wuxin and Hua Jin manage it instead. They escort Xiao Se to the inn while Xiao Chong trails behind, feeling increasingly out of place.

When they arrive, Xiao Chong tells the group, “Feel free to choose any room you like.”

He then turns to Xiao Se. "Chuhe, stay in the room next to mine."

Xiao Se instructs the others to rest for the night. Still cautious, they pick rooms close to his. Hua Jin tells Wuxin, "If anything happens, call me immediately."

Wuxin helps Xiao Se to his room and stays with him. Xiao Chong frowns. “Why don’t you return to your room and rest?”

While helping Xiao Se change and settle into bed, without looking up, Wuxin replies, "Xiao Se is still sick. I have to take care of him, so of course I’ll stay."

Xiao Se, overcome with exhaustion, mumbles, “Brother, we’ll continue our talk tomorrow. Have a good rest."

Once Xiao Se falls asleep, Wuxin ensures Xiao Se is warmly wrapped in a blanket. He says to Xiao Chong, “Your Majesty, I must stay with Xiao Se, so forgive me for not escorting you out.”

Perplexed, Xiao Chong leaves the room. As he walks away, he wonders uneasily if it’s really okay to leave his brother in the care of that perverted devil disguised as a monk.

Chapter Text

The inn is quiet, the deep hours of the night wrapping everything in stillness. In Xiao Se’s room, the faint glow of a lantern flickers against the walls, its light barely enough to illuminate the pale face of the man lying on the bed. Wuxin sits beside him, his legs crossed in a meditative pose, his hands resting lightly on his knees.  

The silence is broken by a faint sound—a soft, pained groan. Wuxin's eyes snap open, instantly alert. He leans closer to Xiao Se, whose face is scrunched in discomfort. "Xiao Se?" Wuxin calls softly, his brows furrowing in concern.  

Xiao Se shifts under the blanket, his breathing uneven. His lips tremble, and then, barely above a whisper, he whimpers, "Hurts…"

"Xiao Se!" Wuxin’s voice rises slightly as he reaches out to gently shake his shoulder. There’s no response. Instead, Xiao Se’s body begins to tremble, and his hands clutch weakly at the blanket. His expression is one of pure agony, and tears stream down his face as he cries in his sleep.  

Panic floods Wuxin. "Hua Jin!" he calls out, his voice echoing through the quiet inn. "Hua Jin, come quickly!"  

The commotion wakes everyone. Doors creak open down the hall as Xiao Chong and the others rush toward the room. Xiao Chong is the first to arrive, his expression tense. "What’s happening?" he demands, his eyes darting to Xiao Se’s writhing form.  

Wuxin doesn’t look away from Xiao Se. He checks Xiao Se’s pulse, "He’s in pain, but I don’t know why."

Moments later, Hua Jin bursts into the room, her hair slightly disheveled but her expression sharp and focused. She takes one look at Xiao Se and snaps, "Out! All of you, out!"  

Xiao Chong stiffens. "But—"  

"No buts!" Hua Jin cuts him off, her glare icy. "I can’t concentrate with so many people here. Leave!"  

Reluctantly, Xiao Chong and the others retreat to the hallway, their concern evident.

"You too, monk," Hua Jin says sharply, pointing at Wuxin.  

Wuxin glances at Xiao Se, whose face is drenched in sweat, his breathing shallow and uneven. "I’m not leaving," he says firmly.  

"Yes, you are!" Hua Jin snaps. "I can’t have you distracting me!"  

As Wuxin opens his mouth to argue, a weak voice breaks through the tension. "Wuxin…"  

Both of them freeze. Xiao Se, though still trapped in his sleep, whispers the name like a lifeline. His hand flutters weakly, as if reaching out. "Wuxin… don’t… go…"  

Wuxin’s heart clenches. He takes Xiao Se’s hand without hesitation, his voice soft and steady. "I’m here, Xiao Se. I won’t leave you."  

Hua Jin sighs, muttering under her breath. "Fine. Stay. But stay quiet and stay out of my way." She kneels beside the bed, pulling out her box of supplies and setting to work.  

Wuxin keeps his grip on Xiao Se’s hand, his free hand gently brushing strands of damp hair from Xiao Se’s face. "Why is he in so much pain?" he asks quietly.  

Hua Jin doesn’t look up as she mixes herbs and powders. "It’s because he hasn’t felt pain in a long time. His body… it’s unnatural. I used a tonic to force him to feel it."

Wuxin frowns. "A tonic to cause pain? Isn’t it supposed to relieve it?"  

"There are many kinds of tonics," Hua Jin explains briskly. "In Xiao Se’s case, his inability to feel pain was clouding my judgment. If he feels pain, I can pinpoint the source and begin treating it. Without this, I wouldn’t even know where to start."

Wuxin’s frown deepens as he looks at Xiao Se, whose face is twisted in anguish. "And this is necessary?"  

Hua Jin pauses long enough to glance at him. "It is. If I can’t find the problem, I can’t fix it. And if I can’t fix it, then I can’t extend his life."

She pulls out thin needles, her hands steady. "To forcibly extend someone’s life, their body must be completely clean—no wounds, no infections, no hidden conditions. That’s why this step is crucial."

Xiao Se suddenly arches his back, a strangled cry escaping his lips. Wuxin presses him down gently, his voice soothing. "It’s okay, Xiao Se. I’m here. You’re going to be okay."  

Hua Jin nods approvingly. "Keep talking to him. It helps."  

For what feels like hours, the two of them work together—Hua Jin with her herbs and techniques, while Wuxin stays at Xiao Se’s side, offering quiet reassurances and wiping the sweat from Xiao Se’s brow. Xiao Se’s cries gradually quiet, though his grip on Wuxin’s hand never loosens.  

As the first light of dawn filters through the window, Hua Jin finally sits back, her face pale with exhaustion. "That should stabilize him for now," she says, her voice weary but relieved.

Wuxin looks at Xiao Se, who has finally drifted into a deeper, more peaceful sleep. He gently brushes a strand of hair from Xiao Se’s face and whispers, "You’re safe now."

Chapter Text

Hua Jin steps out of Xiao Se’s room, the tension in her shoulders evident. Her sharp eyes scan the group gathered just outside the door—Xiao Chong, Lei Wujie, Tang Lian, Sikong Qianluo, Ye Ruoyi, Rui, and Ji Xue. They all look at her expectantly, their worry mirrored in their expressions.

Lei Wujie is the first to break the silence, his voice unusually soft. "How is Xiao Se?"

Hua Jin sighs and folds her arms, leaning slightly against the doorframe. "For now, he’s stable, but that’s all I can say. His condition is precarious, and it’s going to take constant monitoring. I’ll need to check on him periodically."

Sikong Qianluo steps forward, her grip tightening on her spear. "Can we see him?"

Hua Jin shakes her head firmly. "Not yet. He needs to rest, and too many people crowding him won’t help. You can visit later—one at a time, no exceptions."

Hua Jin straightens, rolling her stiff shoulders. "In the meantime, let me prepare another tonic for him." Without another word, she strides toward the inn’s kitchen, leaving the group behind.

The rest exchange glances before moving toward the inn’s dining room. They take their seats around the large wooden table, but the usual camaraderie is absent. The air is heavy with unspoken fears, and not even Lei Wujie—normally the loudest among them—can muster a word. He sits with his sword resting on the table, looks gloomy. 

Ji Xue, perched quietly at one corner, looks down at her staff hanging on her waist. Her lips are pressed into a thin line, her worry obvious though she says nothing.

The silence stretches until Rui finally speaks up, her voice breaking through the gloom. "How about we eat first? If we don’t take care of ourselves, we can't protect him."

Her words hang in the air for a moment before Ye Ruoyi nods. "She’s right. We’ll need our strength."

Rui and Ye Ruoyi rise, and Rui glances back at the others. "We’ll ask the innkeeper to prepare something." Together, they leave the dining room.

The remaining group sits in uneasy silence, the tension palpable.

After a moment, Xiao Chong, who had been sitting quietly, leans forward slightly, his voice calm but carrying an undertone of grief. "Is Chuhe… always in pain?"

The unexpected question draws their attention. They hadn’t even noticed the emperor had taken a seat among them.

Tang Lian, seated beside Xiao Chong, hesitates. His brow furrows as he considers his words. "Your Majesty…" he begins, then stops, exhaling deeply. Finally, he shakes his head. "We honestly don’t know."

Sikong Qianluo slams a hand on the table, her eyes blazing with frustration. "That’s the problem! He always acts like he’s fine–like it's nothing. Why can’t he just… just say something for once?"

Ji Xue folds her hands. "That’s who Xiao Chuhe is. He hides it because he doesn’t want to burden anyone."

Lei Wujie’s hands clench into fists on the table, his knuckles white. "He shouldn’t have to hide it." He mumbles.

The room falls silent again.

A few moments later, Rui and Ye Ruoyi return, balancing trays of steaming bowls of porridge, baskets of steamed buns, and plates of pickled vegetables. Rui forces a smile, though it doesn’t reach her eyes. "The food’s ready. Let’s eat."

They begin to eat, though the atmosphere remains grim. Lei Wujie picks up his chopsticks but pauses, staring at the bowl in front of him. After a moment, he mutters, "For Xiao Se."

The others nod silently, echoing his sentiment in their hearts.

Xiao Chong’s gaze lingers on the group, watching their quiet determination. Though none of them speak of it aloud, he can feel the depth of their bond with his brother. It’s unyielding, unspoken, and stronger than anything he’s ever witnessed in the palace.

As the group eats in near silence, Tang Lian finally speaks up, his voice soft but resolute. "We need to be ready. Whatever it takes, we’ll get him to the Reclusive Deities."

His words are met with quiet nods, the unspoken promise binding them all together.

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The soft clink of dishes barely registers in Xiao Chong’s mind as he observes the group around him. His sharp eyes note their demeanor—some tense, others quietly determined. Despite the grim news they received earlier, there’s a camaraderie between them, an unspoken bond that even the emperor can’t overlook.

His gaze drifts to Lei Wujie, who fidgets with his chopsticks between bites, poking at the remnants of his meal. Tang Lian, ever composed, leans slightly forward, his movements deliberate and precise, as if ready to lead at a moment’s notice. Sikong Qianluo’s hand rests on her spear, the other absently moving food around her plate, her mind elsewhere. Ji Xue, though silent, eats slowly, her calm demeanor radiating quiet strength. Rui and Ye Ruoyi, seated on opposite sides of the table, focus intently on their own plates, their faces unreadable as their thoughts linger in silence.

After a long moment, Xiao Chong breaks the stillness. "I believe Chuhe is fortunate to have you all."  

The group looks up, startled by the unexpected compliment. Coming from the emperor himself, the words carry a weight that even Lei Wujie, usually quick with a joke, doesn’t brush aside.  

A sheepish smile tugs at Lei Wujie’s lips, but his voice remains steady despite the heavy atmosphere. "We’re lucky to have him too. He may be a little stingy at times, but he’s the kind of friend you’d follow through life and death."

The tension in the room lightens slightly, and a few soft chuckles escape. Even Xiao Chong’s lips twitch into the faintest hint of a smile.  

But as the meal nears its end, the emperor’s expression turns serious. His voice drops, commanding their full attention. "If you think of Xiao Se as a friend worth going through life and death with, then I can entrust you with something important."  

The air grows heavy, and the group instinctively straightens in their seats, bracing themselves for whatever he will say next. Xiao Chong studies their reactions for a moment before his gaze settles on Ji Xue.  

"I believe the head of Baixiao Sect already knows about this information?"  

Ji Xue remains silent for a moment, her expression unreadable. Finally, she speaks, her voice measured. "Is it about rebellion?"  

The word sends a ripple through the group. Tang Lian stiffens, Sikong Qianluo frowns deeply, and Lei Wujie looks genuinely stunned. Even Ye Ruoyi’s normally composed expression falters.  

Xiao Chong nods gravely. "It’s about the former Prince Yu."  

He lets the words settle before continuing. "When the late emperor was overthrown, I spared Prince Yu at Concubine Xuan’s demands. The condition was that he would never set foot in Beili again. But now, he has broken that promise."  

Rui frowns, her voice low but sharp. "Is Prince Yu leading a rebellion?"  

"Yes," Xiao Chong confirms. "From my informants, he has joined forces with the Dark River to take over the royal palace."  

The atmosphere grows tense. Ye Ruoyi is the first to speak. "Then why are you here, Your Majesty? Doesn’t this put you in danger?"  

"You could call this a selfish act," Xiao Chong admits, his tone quiet but firm. "I wanted to warn Chuhe. He is one of Xiao Yu’s targets."  

Ji Xue’s eyes narrow thoughtfully. "You came here with Eunuch Jing Xian because you predicted the Dark River would move now, while Xiao Se is at his weakest?"  

Xiao Chong nods. "That’s correct."  

The group exchanges uneasy glances, processing the gravity of the situation. Ye Ruoyi breaks the silence. "Are my father and his troops nearby?"  

"Yes," Xiao Chong replies. "They are stationed outside the village, awaiting my orders."  

Tang Lian, who has been silent, speaks up. "Mr. Mu said we would set sail in three days. What if we leave tomorrow?"  

Lei Wujie blinks, confused. "How?"  

Tang Lian explains. "Mr. Mu likely planned to leave in three days because he’s short on crew. If we add Rui, Miss Ruoyi, Miss Ji, and Hua Jin to his team, we might be able to convince him to leave earlier."  

Sikong Qianluo’s eyes light up. "Oh! Now that you mention it, I heard in the market yesterday that the Mu family is short on physicians. If we negotiate, Hua Jin’s skills might help us secure an earlier departure."  

"But Xiao Se is still sick," Lei Wujie protests, his mood darkening again.  

"The sooner we go, the less risk there is," Ji Xue says firmly. "If Dark River is planning to strike while Xiao Se is weak, they are likely already in this village, waiting for the right time."  

Lei Wujie’s expression hardens. "Then we should leave as soon as possible! Let’s tell Wuxin! He’s the best at negotiating—especially since Xiao Se can’t do it himself."  

The others nod in agreement, a renewed sense of urgency settling over the group.  

Xiao Chong rises to his feet, his tone solemn as he addresses them. "Leave Prince Yu to me. It was my mistake to give him a chance, and I will rectify it."  

He pauses, his gaze softening slightly. "And I say this not as your emperor, but as Chuhe’s elder brother—please heal him and bring him back safely."  

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Xiao Se leans against the deck rail, gazing at the expansive ocean. The water sparkles under the setting sun, casting a warm golden glow that seems to stretch endlessly. His expression is calm, though his eyes betray a hint of weariness.

After waking up yesterday, he heard about the rebellion led by the former Prince Yu. That was why they had to set sail quickly before the situation escalated. He spent a long time in thought.

Prince Yu, Tang clan, and Dark River.

He sighs. Forget it. Brother will take care of it..

Behind him, Wuxin approaches, carrying a blanket. Lei Wujie trails after him, his footsteps light. Wuxin sighs as he drapes the blanket over Xiao Se’s shoulders. “Look at you. You’ll catch a cold again if you don’t take care of yourself.”  

“That’s right!” Lei Wujie chimes in. “I hear it’s really cold at sea at night.”  

Xiao Se rolls his eyes but adjusts the blanket to cover himself more comfortably. “I’ll be fine.”  

“What were you thinking about just now, Xiao Se?” Lei Wujie asks, his curiosity piqued.  

Xiao Se raises an eyebrow. “Oh? Now you’re paying attention to your surroundings, Lei Wujie?”  

Lei Wujie grins. “That’s right! You’re my best friend! I have to pay more attention to you!”  

Wuxin shakes his head and gestures toward the main cabin. “Alright, why don’t we head inside? Mr. Mu wants to see us.”  

The three of them walk together toward the cabin. As they go, Lei Wujie glances at Xiao Se and asks, “Is it really okay for you to leave without saying goodbye to the emperor? I mean… he really cares about you, right?”  

Xiao Se’s expression remains calm. “It’s alright. We have our respective tasks.”  

He pauses briefly, then adds, “He is the emperor. He has many powerful people by his side. There’s no need to worry.”  

When they enter the cabin, Mu Chunfeng greets them warmly and motions for them to sit down. The others are already seated around the table. Mu Chunfeng begins discussing the sleeping arrangements, his tone apologetic. “There’s only one premium room available. From your attire, I can tell you’re not ordinary people, but is it alright if the rest of you stay in the regular rooms?”  

The group nods in agreement. Hua Jin immediately speaks up, “Then the premium room is for Xiao Se.”  

Xiao Se opens his mouth to protest—he feels bad taking the best room while the others, girls especially, settle for regular ones—but before he can say anything, the door opens. Servants enter, carrying trays laden with luxurious dishes.

Before he can finish, the door swings open, and servants enter carrying trays of food.  

The table is soon laden with an array of luxurious dishes. Lei Wujie’s eyes light up as he exclaims, “Whoa! So much food!”  

The room quickly fills with the sound of cheerful conversation as the group begins eating, the earlier discussion about rooms forgotten. The atmosphere relaxes, laughter and clinking chopsticks breaking the silence of the sea.  

Partway through the meal, a servant brings out a kettle of wine. Mu Chunfeng’s eyes gleam with excitement as he takes it. “In honor of this fine evening, let’s enjoy a fine wine!”  

He holds the kettle with reverence. “This wine is called Autumn Dew. It’s brewed by Diaolou Xiaozhu in Tianqi, and they only bring out three bottles on the 15th of each month to serve their guests.”  

The group doesn’t seem particularly impressed, prompting Mu Chunfeng to clear his throat awkwardly. “Well, let me toast to everyone with this Autumn Dew!”  

Xiao Se murmurs, “Autumn Dew is too light for us.”  

Mu Chunfeng raises an eyebrow but pours the wine into their cups anyway. Xiao Se sighs. “Forget it. Let’s drink.”  

Lei Wujie gulps his down in one go, grinning as he holds out his cup. “Thanks, Mr. Mu! Can I have a refill?”  

Mu Chunfeng looks at him, momentarily at a loss for words, before chuckling and refilling the cup. “Alright, that’s enough. I know you’re all hiding your identities.”

The others glance at Xiao Se, waiting for his response. Xiao Se leans back, his tone casual. “The ship has sails. There’s no need to hide anymore.”

One by one, they reintroduce themselves. When Tang Lian speaks, Mu Chunfeng’s jaw drops. “Tang Lian?! Are you the head disciple of Xueyue City, Baili Dongjun’s disciple, Tang Lian?”  

The others exchange amused glances. Xiao Se thinks back to when Lei Wujie first met Tang Lian, the same shocked reaction flashing in his mind.  

Tang Lian offers a polite bow. “That’s correct.”  

Mu Chunfeng stares at the empty wine kettle in his hands, his expression dazed. “No wonder all of you seem indifferent to such a fine wine.”  

He suddenly brightens, gripping Tang Lian’s shoulder. “Speaking of which, my biggest wish is to taste the Night of Seven Stars wine! Meeting you feels like a dream come true!”  

Tang Lian smiles awkwardly, unsure how to respond. Mu Chunfeng beams. “In that case, let’s drink to our hearts’ content tonight!”  

The group continues drinking with enthusiasm. Xiao Se, despite his earlier claim that the wine is too light, coughs softly after his second cup.

Mu Chunfeng notices, and turns to Xiao Se who was receiving a glass of water from Wuxin. “Are you all traveling to the Eastern Sea to find a cure for Mr. Xiao?”  

Xiao Se sharpening his eyes at him. Mu Chunfeng quickly explains, “His complexion looks normal on the outside, but his aura is really weak and chilly. He's–"

Mu Chunfeng pauses, realizing that the others were staring at him in silence. "Ah.. I aspire to be a physician, and I’ve read many books. If you don’t mind, I could offer some advice on his condition—”  

The sharp sound of chopsticks hitting a bowl interrupts him. All eyes turn to Hua Jin, who glares at Mu Chunfeng.

Rui raises a hand, gesturing toward Hua Jin. “Thank you, Mr. Mu, but we have the King of Medicine’s little disciple here—Divine Healer Hua Jin.”  

Mu Chunfeng’s eyes widen in shock, and he drops his wine cup. “The King of Medicine’s disciple?!"

His expression turns to awe. “Speaking of which, I’ve always dreamed of studying under the King of Medicine’s sect! Meeting Miss Hua Jin feels like another dream come true!”

Without warning, he kneels in front of Hua Jin, who is still seated. “Master, please accept my three bows!”  

Hua Jin scowls and curses, pulling him up by his collar. “What are you doing, you fool?! I’m not taking any disciples!”  

Tang Lian and Lei Wujie rush to pull Mu Chunfeng away as he attempts to kowtow. Xiao Se rubs his forehead, sighing deeply as chaos unfolds around him.

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After finishing their meal and drinks, everyone heads to their respective rooms. Xiao Se, assigned the premium room due to his condition, finds himself alone for the first time in a while. With his health now stable, Wuxin has returned to his own room.  

But Xiao Se, having grown used to sleeping near Wuxin, finds it impossible to fall asleep. Frustrated, he wraps himself in his fur robe and blanket, determined not to catch a cold and worry the others again. He decides to take a walk and eventually ends up on the deck.  

The cool night wind brushes against his face, carrying the faint scent of salt and sea. He closes his eyes, letting the breeze soothe him, before looking up. The night sky stretches endlessly above, dotted with countless stars that shimmer like scattered diamonds.  

"Beautiful, isn't it?" Wuxin’s voice comes from behind him. Xiao Se glances back to see him approaching, his robes fluttering lightly in the breeze. Wuxin leans casually against the ship's railing beside him.  

"Xiao Laoban, why aren’t you asleep?" Wuxin asks.  

Xiao Se folds his arms and raises an eyebrow. "I can’t fall asleep because of a certain someone isn't there."  

Wuxin’s reddish eyes gleam with amusement. "Oh?" He tilts his head slightly, meeting Xiao Se’s gaze.  

Before the moment can deepen, Lei Wujie’s voice interrupts them. "Wuxin! Xiao Se!" he calls out enthusiastically, bounding toward them.  

Xiao Se shoots him a look of pure resentment, while Wuxin sighs and presses his palms together. "Amitabha," he mutters.  

"Why aren’t you asleep, Lei Wujie?" Xiao Se asks, his annoyance evident.  

Grinning broadly, Lei Wujie replies, "It’s my first time on a ship! I’m too excited to sleep!"  

Xiao Se tsked in irritation.  

Wuxin chuckles and says, "Why don’t you train, Lei Wujie?"  

Lei Wujie claps his hands in delight. "You’re right!" He moves to the center of the deck and begins practicing with his sword.  

Wuxin glances at Xiao Se, whose expression darkens further. "Why don’t we head to your room, Xiao Se?" he suggests.  

Xiao Se looks at Wuxin, his heart unexpectedly pounding, then shifts his gaze to Lei Wujie, who is fully absorbed in his training. "What about that fool?"  

"He’ll be fine," Wuxin says with a shrug.  

The two head back to Xiao Se’s room. Once there, Wuxin helps Xiao Se change into more comfortable clothes and tucks him into bed.  

"Aren’t you going to sleep?" Xiao Se asks, watching Wuxin carefully.  

"I’ll sleep after you do," Wuxin replies calmly.  

Xiao Se hesitates for a moment before shifting to make space on the bed. "Come here. Let’s sleep together."  

Wuxin’s lips curl into a mischievous smile. "Oh? Is Xiao Laoban inviting me to his bed?"  

Xiao Se rolls his eyes and lies down. "If you don’t want to—"  

Before he can finish, Wuxin has already removed his outer robe and slips into bed. "Of course I want to. This room is far more comfortable than the regular ones."  

Xiao Se stiffens at that. "Really?" he asks, concern flashing across his face.  

Understanding what Xiao Se is thinking, Wuxin shakes his head. "Not like that. The regular rooms are fine—like an average inn. But this one is just exceptionally luxurious."  

Relieved, Xiao Se exhales softly.  

Without warning, Wuxin wraps his arms around Xiao Se, pulling him close. Xiao Se stiffens briefly before relaxing, resting his head against Wuxin’s chest. Wuxin gently strokes Xiao Se’s hair, threading his fingers through the strands.  

A comfortable silence settles between them before Xiao Se breaks it.  

"Wuxin," he murmurs, his voice soft, "do you really believe the Reclusive Deity can heal me?"  

Wuxin’s hand pauses for a fraction of a second before resuming its soothing rhythm. "I do," he says firmly. "He will heal you."  

"But what if—" Xiao Se starts, but Wuxin interrupts.  

"No 'what ifs,' Xiao Se." Wuxin’s voice was steady and resolute. "Where’s the confident and arrogant Xiao Se I know?"

Xiao Se looked away, his gaze falling to the edge of the bed. "That Xiao Se doesn’t feel very confident right now," he muttered weakly.

Wuxin hummed softly, his expression thoughtful. Leaning down, he pressed a light, reassuring kiss to Xiao Se’s forehead. "Then I’ll believe for the both of us," he said gently.

Xiao Se let out a shaky breath, but some of the tension in his shoulders eased.

"And even if the Reclusive Deity can’t," Wuxin continued, his voice soft but unwavering, "we’ll—I’ll find another way. I’ll always find a way for you."

Startled by the determination in Wuxin’s tone, Xiao Se looked up, his dark eyes meeting Wuxin’s piercing reddish gaze. For a moment, he searched for reassurance, and Wuxin’s steady, unwavering expression offered it in abundance.

"You’re awfully confident," Xiao Se murmured, though a faint, reluctant smile tugged at the corners of his lips.

Wuxin’s lips curved into a teasing smirk as he leaned down to press another light kiss to Xiao Se’s forehead. "That’s because I’m always right, aren’t I?"

Xiao Se snorts softly. "You’re insufferable."  

"And yet you let me stay in your bed," Wuxin counters with a smirk.  

"Don’t make me regret it," Xiao Se mutters, but his tone lacks any real bite. He nestles closer, allowing Wuxin’s warmth to chase away his lingering fears.  

Wuxin chuckled quietly, pulling the blanket snugly around them, "Sleep, Xiao Se. I’ll be here."  

With that, Xiao Se finally allows his eyes to close, lulled into peace by Wuxin’s steady heartbeat.  

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Xiao Se stirs awake, still nestled comfortably in Wuxin’s embrace. The warmth and steady rhythm of Wuxin’s breathing lull him into staying just a bit longer.

“Are you awake, Xiao Se?” Wuxin’s gentle voice breaks the silence, his tone light yet concerned.

Instead of replying, Xiao Se shifts closer, burrowing deeper into Wuxin’s chest and letting out a muffled groan of protest.

Wuxin chuckles softly, his hand coming up to rub Xiao Se’s head in soothing circles. “Wake up, Xiao Se. You can’t skip breakfast—and don’t forget your tonic.”

Xiao Se whimpers in complaint but reluctantly opens his eyes. He blinks sleepily, still dazed, before finally sitting up with a heavy sigh.

After freshening up, the two step out of Xiao Se’s room together, the morning sunlight brightening the hallway. They almost bump into Mu Chunfeng, who is passing by.

Mu Chunfeng freezes mid-step, his eyes widening in disbelief. He points at them with a shaking hand. “You—You two… Why are you coming out of the same room this early in the morning!?”

Wuxin presses his palms together in a prayer gesture, his expression serene. “I spent the night taking care of Xiao Se. That’s all.”

Mu Chunfeng’s face turns crimson as he stammers, “Ta—Take care!?” His words come out disjointed, and his flustered movements only make his embarrassment worse.

Xiao Se folds his arms, an impatient look on his face. “Are we eating breakfast or not?” he says curtly, brushing past Mu Chunfeng without further explanation.

Still flustered, Mu Chunfeng quickly follows them down the hallway, his mind clearly racing as he struggles to process what he just saw.

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In front of the dining room, they run into Sikong Qianluo and Ye Ruoyi.  

Sikong Qianluo raises an eyebrow at Mu Chunfeng’s flustered demeanor. "What’s wrong with him?" she asks Xiao Se.  

Xiao Se shrugs nonchalantly. "Don’t ask me."  

After breakfast, Xiao Se finds himself on the deck, talking with Ji Xue.  

"What’s the situation in the royal palace?" he asks.  

Ji Xue crosses her arms. "It’s not entirely bad. Honestly, it’s so quiet and ordinary that I start to wonder if Prince Yu’s real goal is rebellion at all."  

Xiao Se frowns, his mind racing. Something about Xiao Yu’s plan feels elusive, just out of reach.  

"What about King Langya?" he asks.  

Ji Xue replies, "He’s in the Eastern Sea. Last I hear, he’s playing pirates now."  

Xiao Se sighs heavily. "After Uncle Langya’s name is cleared, he disappears… only to become a pirate?"  

Ji Xue stares at him. "It’s the same as you suddenly disappearing to become an innkeeper."  

Xiao Se scowls, unable to refute her point. Not wanting to linger, he leaves Ji Xue and wanders over to Tang Lian, who is watching Lei Wujie and Wuxin spar on the deck.  

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On the night of the sixth day, the group gathers on the deck after dinner, sharing drinks under the stars.  

Suddenly, Lei Wujie points toward the horizon and shouts, "Oh! Look! There’s a boat!"  

All heads turn to see a small boat drifting toward their ship.  

Sikong Qianluo narrows her eyes. "Why does it look so strange?"  

Lei Wujie climbs up the mast to get a better view. He frowns. "That boat… it’s empty. Is this the ghost ship people talk about?"  

"Ghost ship?" Xiao Se asks, his tone skeptical.  

Mu Chunfeng explains, "Many treasure hunters lose their lives at sea, chasing legends. The boats they use are left to drift aimlessly, earning them the name ‘ghost ships.’"  

Lei Wujie’s eyes sparkle with excitement. "That’s so cool!" Without hesitation, he leaps onto the ghost ship. "I’m going to explore it!"  

"Lei Wujie, wait—" Before Tang Lian can finish his words, Lei Wujie leaps down to the hhost ship. 

As Lei Wujie peers down at the ghost ship, excitement gleaming in his eyes, he suddenly exclaims, "Su Muyu!?"

Before anyone can react, a dark figure bursts from the ghost ship, leaping into the air with incredible speed. Su Muyu moves with deadly precision, barely touching the ground as he charges straight toward Xiao Se.

Xiao Se, who has been watching Lei Wujie with calm detachment, barely registers the danger before Wuxin and Tang Lian step in front of him, their movements swift and protective.

The air crackles with tension as Su Muyu’s umbrella unfolds mid-flight, its sharp edges gleaming under the moonlight. With a single motion, he lands gracefully a short distance from Xiao Se, his weapon poised and ready.

Xiao Se narrows his eyes, his calm composure returning as he steps back slightly, pulling Mu Chunfeng behind him. Around them, Mu Chunfeng’s guards close ranks, forming a protective barrier.

Ji Xue’s staff glints under the faint moonlight as she spins it expertly in her hand. Beside her, Rui draws her dagger with a calm but sharp precision, while Sikong Qianluo adjusts her grip on her spear, her eyes narrowing in determination. All three stand at the ready, prepared to strike at a moment’s notice.

"Xiao Se," Su Muyu says, his voice chillingly calm. "Dark River sends everyone just to kill you."  

Tension fills the air as more Dark River assassins emerge, surrounding them. The night, once peaceful, now bristles with imminent danger.  

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Su Muyu raises his hand, and a gleaming sword flies toward Xiao Se with a sharp whistle through the air. Just as it’s about to strike, Lei Wujie lands back on the ship, intercepting the attack with his own sword. Sparks fly as the two weapons clash.

Lei Wujie smirks, pointing his sword to Su Muyu. "Trying to harm Xiao Se? Have you asked us, his shixiong from Xueyue City?"

Wuxin glances sideways at Xiao Se, raising an eyebrow. "Shixiong?"

"And his shijie!" Sikong Qianluo adds, stepping forward with her spear poised.

Xiao Se sighs, pinching the bridge of his nose. "You’re all unbelievable."

Su Muyu narrows his eyes, his calm demeanor unwavering. Lei Wujie points his sword at him. "Su Muyu! How kind of you to come to me. Let me repay you for what you Dark River did to my master and Xiao Se at Lei Fortress!" Without waiting for a response, Lei Wujie charges, clashing swords with Su Muyu in a flurry of sparks and resounding steel.

From behind Su Muyu, a masked man from the Dark River, Kui, laughs mockingly, raising his hand. "Dark River, attack!"

The assassins surge forward, clashing with Xiao Se’s companions and guards.

Xiao Se’s sharp eyes sweep over the chaotic battlefield before he turns to Tang Lian. "Dashixiong, Lei Wujie won’t be able to handle Su Muyu alone. Help him."

Tang Lian nods, briefly glancing at Rui. His expression says everything: Stay safe. Rui nods back in silent understanding, and Tang Lian leaps into the fray to support Lei Wujie.

Kui suddenly lunges at Wuxin, forcing him into a fierce battle.

Xiao Se, observing the scene, mutters, "It seems Dark River has prepared thoroughly for my assassination."

Mu Chunfeng, standing nearby, looks alarmed but determined. "Mr. Xiao, don’t worry. Come with me." He grabs Xiao Se’s arm and pulls him toward the cabin.

As they run through the ship’s narrow hallways, a Dark River assassin spots them. "Follow them!" he shouts.

Xiao Se and Mu Chunfeng sprint down the passageway, narrowly avoiding the assassins. At a junction, they’re intercepted by Mu Ying, a deadly grin on his face.

"Go to the right," Xiao Se orders Mu Chunfeng. "I’ll distract him."

Reluctantly, Mu Chunfeng obeys, running toward the storage room. There, he stumbles upon Hua Jin and Ye Ruoyi. "We need to help Xiao Se!" he urges, and the three rush back toward the deck.

Meanwhile, Xiao Se dodges Mu Ying’s strikes, but his path leads him back to the deck, where Mu Yumo awaits him with her spider-like threads. The strands coil around Xiao Se, immobilizing him.

Sikong Qianluo, seeing this, rushes to his aid. "Stay away from him!" she shouts, engaging Mu Yumo in a fierce battle.

Nearby, Lei Wujie and Tang Lian are thrown to the ground by Su Muyu’s overwhelming strength. Despite their injuries, they grit their teeth and stand once more, ready to fight.

Xiao Se watches as his friends and allies fight desperately around him, their lives on the line. He clenches his fists, struggling against the unbreakable threads binding him.

Not long after, Sikong Qianluo also falls to Mu Yumo’s traps, captured and defeated.

Mu Yumo smirks. "No matter how many reinforcements you have, all of Dark River’s targets will die."

Xiao Se grits his teeth, struggling harder. His friends need him, but the threads won’t budge. He scans the battlefield, searching for Wuxin. Where is he? he thinks, frustrated. Don’t tell me he’s fighting in the middle of the sea..

Just then, Mu Chunfeng returns, accompanied by Ye Ruoyi and Hua Jin. Mu Chunfeng wields the Mountain Splitter, his blade gleaming ominously as he charges at Mu Yumo. Meanwhile, Ye Ruoyi and Hua Jin cut through the threads, freeing Xiao Se and Sikong Qianluo.

Xiao Se watches Mu Chunfeng fight valiantly but sees his movements falter as injuries take their toll. Ji Xue jumps in to assist him, while Rui supports Tang Lian and Lei Wujie against Su Muyu.

Despite their combined efforts, the Dark River assassins prove too strong. The group is forced into a corner, surrounded. Exhaustion weighs heavily on them as they pant for breath.

Mu Chunfeng clutches his bleeding arm and says grimly, "Mr. Xiao, it looks like this is the end for us."

"Don’t be so pessimistic!" Sikong Qianluo snaps. "I refuse to die here before Xiao Se is cured!"

Xiao Se’s expression remains calm, but his fists tighten. "Don’t say there’s no hope. There’s always a way."

Lei Wujie groans, "Sly fox! If you know something, just say it already!"

"If the Dark River is here," Xiao Se says slowly, "then he must know I’m in danger. He will send reinforcements."

Lei Wujie blinks. "Who?"

Before Xiao Se can answer, a distant ship comes into view, and a surge of powerful energy shoots toward them, striking the assassins with incredible force.

Lei Wujie grimaced as he felt the familiar energy attack. "This energy… it’s Eunuch Jing Xian!"

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The weaker assassins of Dark River faint from the powerful energy attacks. Mu Yumo, standing on a high pole of the ship alongside Su Muyu, fixes her gaze on the approaching vessel. She frowns. “Why is there royalty here? A purple python robe… It’s a eunuch.”  

“This energy,” Su Muyu states coldly, “it’s Jing Xian.”  

Mu Yumo smirks bitterly. “How touching. Openly protecting Prince Yong’an… The Emperor is certainly biased.”  

“Let’s retreat,” Su Muyu orders, his tone calm but resolute. “Otherwise, that person’s plan will be exposed.”  

The Dark River assassins swiftly retreat. Lei Wujie watches with a frown. “Those fleeting cowards! I’ll have my revenge someday.”  

Xiao Se turns his attention to the royal ship as it sails past the Mu family’s vessel. His gaze locks with Eunuch Jing Xian, who stands at the front deck. The eunuch throws something toward Xiao Se, who catches it easily. Jing Xian gives a curt nod before the royal ship changes course to chase the Dark River.  

Lei Wujie approaches Xiao Se with the others. “What did Eunuch Jing Xian throw?”  

Mu Chunfeng stares, wide-eyed. “Is that really the royal ship? Are you saying that’s Eunuch Jing Xian, one of the four imperial eunuchs of Tianqi City?” His expression brightens with amazement. “The disciples of Xueyue City are all your friends. And now, even an imperial eunuch is involved?”  

Xiao Se smiles faintly. “No. He’s here to apprehend the assassins.”  

Mu Chunfeng tilts his head, puzzled, just as Wuxin appears, his robes drenched. Xiao Se glances at him, his brow furrowing.  

“I just escaped out of the water because i lost the battle,” Wuxin says, his tone light. “It was a mess.”  

Xiao Se sighs, shaking his head. He turns to Mu Chunfeng. “Why don’t we leave now, before the Dark River decides to come back?”  

“You’re right!” Mu Chunfeng agrees, shouting orders to his crew. “Set sail at full speed!”  

---

Later, they gather in the ship’s storage room, a small bonfire in the middle providing light and warmth. Hua Jin tends to their injuries, moving from one person to the next.  

Wuxin returns, now in dry robes, carrying a blanket. He drapes it over Xiao Se’s shoulders. Xiao Se, only now noticing his body trembling from the cold, pulls it closer.  

Rui approaches Tang Lian, wrapping him in a new robe. Tang Lian stammers, “I—I’m fine.”  

Rui smiles mischievously, clearly enjoying his discomfort.  

Mu Chunfeng glances around, his voice cheerful. “We survived a dangerous situation and strengthened our bonds. This journey with all of you has been unforgettable!”  

Xiao Se, who unconsciously leans closer to Wuxin, raises an eyebrow. “You enjoy making friends with people from the martial arts world, don’t you? Well, this man beside me and the four ladies over there are quite famous.”

Mu Chunfeng looks around, realization dawning. “So, you’re all still hiding your identities! Please, enlighten me.”  

Sikong Qianluo, perched on a stack of crates, grins. “I’m Sikong Qianluo, daughter of Sikong Changfeng, the Spear Deity of Xueyue City.”  

Ye Ruoyi follows. “Ye Ruoyi, daughter of Ye Xiaoying, the Slaughter.”  

Rui smirks. “I’m Lian’s—”  

“She’s Tiannu Rui, owner of the House of Belle in Sangu City,” Tang Lian interrupts, earning a playful poke from Rui.  

Ji Xue nods politely. “Ji Xue, daughter of Ji Ruo Feng, head of the Baixiao Sect.”  

Mu Chunfeng’s jaw drops at the revelations. His gaze shifts to Wuxin, the last to speak.  

Wuxin’s reddish eyes glint as he smiles faintly. “Tianwaitian. The Demon Sect.”  

Mu Chunfeng’s eyes widen further. “The Demon Sect!?” He steps closer to Wuxin, his curiosity evident. “I didn’t expect someone from the Demon Sect to have such elegance.”  

Xiao Se straightens, his expression annoyed by Mu Chunfeng’s sudden approach.  

“Aren’t you afraid?” Wuxin asks, his tone calm.  

Mu Chunfeng chuckles. “I never judge people by their origins. I, Mu Chunfeng, have met many in the martial arts world, but none quite like you. My ship is honored to accommodate you all. Let me propose a toast—with tea instead of wine.”  

Everyone raises their cups, clinking them together before taking a sip. For a brief moment, they allow themselves to relax.  

Xiao Se suddenly sneezes, drawing concerned looks from the group.  

“Why don’t we head back to our rooms?” Wuxin suggests. “It’s been an exhausting day.”  

The others nod in agreement and begin to rise. Just then, someone shouts from above deck.  

“We’ve arrived! It’s Sanshe Island!”  

They rush to the deck, watching as an island emerges on the horizon, illuminated by the first light of dawn.  

“We’re here,” Xiao Se murmurs.

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They arrive at Sanshe Island, as planned. Along with Mu Chunfeng, they set out together to find the three venomous snakes: the gold-thread snake, the silver-shroud snake, and the iron-glass snake. 

The group disembarks the ship and boards a small boat to reach the island. Wuxin looks at Xiao Se with concern. "Are you sure you're okay? You've been coughing and sneezing since earlier. Why don't you go back and wait for us on the ship?"

Xiao Se glares at him. "I'm fine."

Wuxin sighs and shakes his head, defeated. He knows he can't win against Xiao Se’s stubbornness. 

As they explore the island, Lei Wujie looks around. "This is just a deserted island," he comments.

Ji Xue says, "It's probably caused by the gold-thread snake venom."

Lei Wujie looks at Ye Ruoyi. "Ruoyi, if you see the gold-thread snake, just call me."

Xiao Se hears this and just shakes his head in response.

They walk deeper into the island. Mu Chunfeng examines a book and scans the surroundings. Smiling, he says, "We're here. This is the place from the records."

Tang Lian suggests, "The weather on the island is unpredictable. Let's not waste time and start catching the snakes."

Lei Wujie smirks. "Alright then. I’ll catch all the snakes."

Sikong Qianluo grins competitively. "Lei Wujie, let's have a match to see who catches the most snakes!"

The group scattered to search the snakes, but Wuxin kept a close eye on Xiao Se. Seeing him cough softly, Wuxin walked over and gently rubbed Xiao Se's head. "Stay here and wait for me," he said, his voice soft yet firm.

Xiao Se gave him a pointed look, but said nothing, watching as the others disappeared into the bushes.

Time passed, and the air grew thicker with anticipation. Hours passed with no sign of any snakes. Sikong Qianluo, frustrated, took out her spear and twirled it expertly, creating a gust of wind that shook the trees and disturbed the ground, hoping to flush the vipers out.

The scattered dust makes Xiao Se cough violently, and Wuxin, who suddenly appears beside him, shields him with his sleeve. "I don’t think this will work."

Sikong Qianluo stops and sits on a rock, grumbling, "It's really hard to find one. It's been four hours, and I haven't found a single snake."

Lei Wujie sighs as he sits beside her. "Right? Are we in the wrong place?"

They look at the Mu family crew, who have managed to catch some snakes. The two approach them and ask, "How many have you caught?"

A crew member replies, "Less than thirty."

Lei Wujie and Sikong Qianluo's eyes sparkle. "Whoa! How did you catch that many?" Lei Wujie asks.

"Can I borrow your tools?" Sikong Qianluo asks eagerly.

Xiao Se, still coughing occasionally, says, "It’s not the tools that are the problem. You just couldn’t catch a snake."

Sikong Qianluo glares at him. "So what? Hmph!"

Xiao Se sees Ye Ruoyi sitting not far from him. He walks over to her, and they begin to talk about the Reclusive Deities of Penglai Island. Xiao Se says, "Maybe he can help with your weak heart as well."

Ye Ruoyi gives him a faint smile. Wuxin, standing behind Xiao Se, suddenly says, "Aiyah~ Why are you two talking just between yourselves? That kid over there is going to die from envy."

Xiao Se turns to look and sees Lei Wujie, perched on top of a boulder, trying to eavesdrop. Xiao Se shakes his head with a sigh. "That fool..."

Suddenly, a snake slithers toward Xiao Se to attack. Lei Wujie, seeing this, shouts, "Xiao Se, watch out!"

Xiao Se turns just as the snake strikes. Thankfully, Ji Xue catches it with her staff just in time. She sighs, "Why is everyone just fooling around?"

She hands the snake to the crew.

More time passes, but neither the Mu family crew nor Xiao Se's group can find any more snakes. Mu Chunfeng sighs in disappointment. Sikong Qianluo turns to Xiao Se, whispers, "I heard they need two hundred snakes. How are we supposed to find that many?"

Xiao Se says calmly, "Don't worry. Dashixiong hasn’t shown what he’s capable of yet."

He looks up at Tang Lian and Rui, who are sitting high up in a tree, observing the situation. "Dashixiong, it’s time to pay for the ship ride."

Tang Lian nods and looks at Rui. "Rui."

Rui smiles. "It's ready."

Rui tosses a pouch, which Tang Lian targets with his secret weapon. A yellow powder scatters from inside the pouch. Wuxin quickly covers Xiao Se’s face to prevent him from inhaling it. "This powder..."

Lei Wujie sniffs it. "Sulfur?"

Mu Chunfeng, seeing this from a distance, strides over. "Everyone, what is this powder?"

Tang Lian and Rui land from the tree. "Mr. Mu, don’t worry. It’s sulfur powder," Tang Lian explains.

Rui adds, "The next step is to gather everyone."

Everyone gathers in one place. Tang Lian takes out an incense. Hua Jin, looking suspicious, asks, "Is that rotten incense?"

"That's right," Tang Lian confirms.

Sikong Qianluo asks, "What is it for?"

Tang Lian explains, "Most venomous animals can’t resist its smell."

"From now on, everyone should stay within the sulfur powder," he instructs.

There was a long pause as everyone waited in silence. Then, suddenly, the air was filled with a hissing sound as countless snakes began to emerge from the underbrush.

Ji Xue says, "They're here."

Mu Chunfeng and his crew were stunned at the sheer number of snakes, but also slightly alarmed. Mu Chunfeng steps forward, saying, "With this many snakes, someone might get hurt! Everyone, protect Mr. Xiao!"

Xiao Se stands calmly, not worried at all, though he occasionally coughs. He raises an eyebrow. Wuxin, standing beside him, also raises an eyebrow, amused. "Oh? He isn’t bad."

Lei Wujie calls out, "No need to worry! The sulfur will protect us.

Mu Chunfeng and the crew are amazed. Mu Chunfeng smiles widely. "Alright then! Time to harvest!"

They race to catch the snakes. Once they’re done, they can’t hide their happy faces. But suddenly, Xiao Se broke into a fit of coughing. His chest rattled painfully, and the others immediately rushed to him. Hua Jin rushes to him and checks his pulse. She frowns and sighs, but she’s not relieved. "For now, he’s alright."

Everyone is a little relieved, but Hua Jin stares at Xiao Se, as if wanting to say something. Xiao Se shakes his head. Hua Jin sighs heavily. "But he's catching a cold. For now, let's go back to the ship, rest a bit, and then head to Silver Snakes Island with haste."

Everyone nods in agreement. Wuxin watches Xiao Se closely, knowing his condition is actually worsening.

We arrived at Sanshe Island earlier than expected. Tomorrow is the eighth day. We need to forcefully extend his life. Wuxin thinks. He glances at Hua Jin, and the two share a silent understanding, then nod.

Chapter Text

Xiao Se sits quietly in his room, his pale complexion betraying his weakened state. Wuxin and Hua Jin stand nearby, their faces etched with concern.

"Tomorrow is the eighth day," Hua Jin reminds him, her tone firm but laced with worry. "We must extend your life, or you won’t make it to Penglai Island. The journey ahead is still long."

She hands him a pill, her gaze steady. "Take this. If you want to survive the extension process, your body must be completely clean—no wounds, no infections, no hidden conditions. This is a crucial moment, Xiao Se. You mustn’t fall sick now."

Xiao Se accepts the pill with trembling hands and swallows it, guilt flickering in his eyes. "Sorry," he murmurs.

Wuxin frowns, brushing a hand over Xiao Se’s hair. "It’s not your fault for being sick," he says softly.

"Now rest," Wuxin urges, his voice gentle but firm. "Tomorrow, let the others handle catching the silver-shroud snakes."

Xiao Se frowns in protest. "Catching silver-shroud snakes is harder than the gold-thread ones."

"Xiao Se," Hua Jin interjects, her voice sharp with warning.

Xiao Se tightens his grip on the blanket, frustration evident. Before he can argue further, Wuxin speaks up. "The iron-glass snakes are even more challenging to catch than the others. Tomorrow, you need to rest so you’ll have the strength to help with those. Let them handle this."

Xiao Se hesitates, looking away, but he knows he has no choice. If the life extension process fails tomorrow, his death will render all their efforts meaningless. Reluctantly, he nods.

Hua Jin hands him another pill. "This will help your recovery. We’re running out of time, Xiao Se. We can’t afford any mistakes."

After taking the pill, Hua Jin leaves the room to prepare for the journey. Wuxin stays, lying down beside Xiao Se and wrapping him in a comforting embrace. He rubs Xiao Se’s head gently. "It’ll be alright," Wuxin whispers. "You know they’re strong. Trust them."

Xiao Se tightens his hold on Wuxin. "Tomorrow, you need to go with Hua Jin to help them," he orders quietly.

Wuxin freezes, his frown deepening. "Xiao—"

"Wuxin." Xiao Se’s voice is firm, cutting him off. "I’ll manage. You go help them, then come back quickly. I’ll stay here and rest as much as I can."

With a heavy heart, Wuxin nods.

---

The next day, Xiao Se’s condition stabilizes, but he remains confined to the ship to prevent any further strain on his body. He sits in bed, his hands trembling as the weight of the day presses down on him. If the life extension fails today, it will be his death.

Xiao Se lowers his gaze, a bitter smile tugging at his lips. “I feel pathetic,” he murmurs, his voice barely audible. “Years ago, when my meridians were damaged, I wasn’t afraid of death. I thought it would come eventually, and I accepted it. But now...” His voice falters as he glances at his trembling hands. “Now that death is right in front of me, my body trembles as if it knows the end is near."

Xiao Se looks at Wuxin, his eyes red and glistening with unshed tears. His voice is hoarse as he confesses, “I hate it—I hate that I’m afraid—that I'm this weak.”

Wuxin’s expression softens, a gentle calmness settling over his features. He reaches out and rests a hand on Xiao Se’s cheek, his touch warm and steady. “Being afraid doesn’t make you weak,” he says softly, his voice laced with reassurance. “It just means you’re fighting to live, and that’s not something to feel ashamed of.”

Before leaving, Wuxin pulls Xiao Se into a firm embrace, holding him close. He presses a lingering kiss to Xiao Se’s forehead and says, "Don’t be afraid. We’ll be back quickly. You must sleep to keep your strength up. I’ll make sure to return before you wake."

Carefully, Wuxin wraps Xiao Se in his blanket and then adds his outer robe for extra warmth, hoping it will keep him from having nightmares. He stays by Xiao Se’s side until the latter finally relaxes and drifts off to sleep.

Once Xiao Se is soundly asleep, Wuxin leaves the room and heads to the deck. The others are already waiting for him.

"How is Xiao Se?" Hua Jin asks, her voice tinged with worry.

"He drank his tonic and fell asleep," Wuxin replies, his resolve firm. "We need to return before he wakes up."

The group nods in agreement and prepares to set off for Silver Snake Island to capture the silver-shroud snakes.

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In the evening, Wuxin and the others return to the ship with the silver-shroud snakes in hand. Wuxin and Hua Jin head straight to Xiao Se’s room, their footsteps hurried.

As they approach, the sound of something breaking startles them. Wuxin and Hua Jin exchange a worried glance before rushing inside.

When they enter, they find Xiao Se kneeling on the floor, his face pale and contorted in pain. Beside him lies a shattered cup.

“Xiao Se!” Wuxin and Hua Jin stride to his side. Wuxin kneels and steadies him while Hua Jin quickly checks his pulse. Her frown deepens.

“We can’t wait any longer,” Hua Jin says urgently. “Monk, move Xiao Se onto the bed and channel your spiritual energy into him until I say stop. I’ll prepare everything.”

Wuxin nods without hesitation. Hua Jin leans closer to Xiao Se and speaks, “Xiao Se, hold on a moment.”

With a hoarse voice, Xiao Se replies, “I can manage.”

Hua Jin hurries out of the room. Wuxin carefully carries Xiao Se to the bed, his movements gentle but efficient. As he places him down, Xiao Se’s trembling hands grip Wuxin’s robes tightly, his body wracked with pain. Wuxin begins channeling his spiritual energy into Xiao Se, his other hand rubbing Xiao Se’s head soothingly.

“It’s okay,” Wuxin murmurs. “Everything will be alright.”

---

Hua Jin’s voice rings out as she shouts, “Ji Xue! Mu Chunfeng! Come! I need your help!”

Mu Chunfeng, who has been counting the captured snakes, immediately drops his task and runs over. Ji Xue, who is cleaning her staff, also rushes to her.

“What’s wrong, Master!?” Mu Chunfeng asks, panic lacing his voice.

The commotion draws the others, who gather around, worry etched on their faces.

Hua Jin turns to Mu Chunfeng. “You said you’ve studied medicine, haven’t you?”

Mu Chunfeng nods. “My knowledge is limited, but I’m confident in my basics.”

Then she turns to Ji Xue. “You have the same master as Xiao Se, so your spiritual energy should be similar to his.”

Ji Xue nods firmly.

“Good,” Hua Jin says. “Ji Xue, you will take turns with Wuxin channeling spiritual energy into Xiao Se. Mu Chunfeng, you’ll assist me directly.”

Lei Wujie steps forward. “What’s wrong? What happened to Xiao Se?”

Hua Jin’s expression turns serious. “In short, we have to extend Xiao Se’s life today. Everyone else, be on guard. We don’t know if we’ll be attacked again during this process.”

Though the group doesn’t fully understand the situation, they trust Hua Jin’s judgment. They divide into three groups: Wuxin, Ji Xue, and Mu Chunfeng to assist Hua Jin; Tang Lian and Rui to guard Xiao Se’s room; and Lei Wujie, Sikong Qianluo, and Ye Ruoyi to patrol the deck.

As Hua Jin prepares tools and herbs, she asks Mu Chunfeng, “How much do you know about extending someone’s life?”

Mu Chunfeng, helping grind herbs, replies, “I know that the body must be completely clean—no wounds, no infections, no hidden conditions. The method must also be performed on the last possible day to have the greatest effect. And, I heard that certain acupoints need to be forcefully opened during the process, and the patient must stay awake throughout. The pain is said to be excruciating.”

Hua Jin nods, impressed. “You know more than enough. Just follow my commands later.”

With preparations complete, Hua Jin and Mu Chunfeng carry the tools to Xiao Se’s room. Ji Xue joins them, determination clear on her face.

---

Xiao Se trembles as Wuxin continues channeling spiritual energy into him, his pale complexion and shaking body evidence of his deteriorating condition. Beside them, Hua Jin and Mu Chunfeng place herbs and tools on the nearby table with precision.

“Xiao Se,” Hua Jin calls softly, kneeling by his side. “Can you hear me?”

Despite his weakened state, Xiao Se nods, his gaze unwavering.

“This method to forcefully extend your life will hurt more than death itself,” Hua Jin says, her tone grave. “Are you ready for that?”

Xiao Se exhales heavily, his voice steady. “I’ll manage.”

Hua Jin’s expression remains serious. “It will take at least two days and one night. You’ll need to stay awake the entire time. Even a moment of sleep will end everything. Is that alright?”

Wuxin freezes, his eyes widening in shock. “He can’t fall asleep? Not even for a second? For two days and one night?”

Hua Jin nods solemnly. “That’s right. If he falls asleep, he’ll sleep forever.”

The room falls into a heavy silence.

Xiao Se, the one who has to endure it all, remains calm. “Alright,” he says simply.

Wuxin clenches his fists, concern flickering in his eyes, but he exhales slowly, regaining his composure. He brushes a gentle hand over Xiao Se’s head, his voice soft yet resolute. “You’re not doing this alone.”

Xiao Se offers a faint, weary smile. “It’s a small price to pay for a chance at life.”

Hua Jin stands and turns to the others. “Wuxin, Ji Xue, and Mu Chunfeng—you three must stay awake and focused. Can you do that?”

Mu Chunfeng answers immediately, his voice filled with determination. “This doesn’t compare to what Xiao Se will endure. I’ll do my best.”

Ji Xue and Wuxin nod in unison, their resolve clear.

"Good,” Hua Jin says. “Then let’s begin.”

The process stretches into an excruciating two days and one night. Hua Jin meticulously carries out the life-extension technique, her every movement precise and deliberate. Mu Chunfeng assists her diligently, grinding herbs and preparing tools as needed. Wuxin and Ji Xue alternate channeling spiritual energy into Xiao Se, their concentration unwavering even as fatigue gnaws at their resolve.

Xiao Se endures the ordeal with remarkable fortitude. His lips bleed from being bitten to suppress his screams, and his palms and nails grow raw from clenching his fists. He coughs up blood intermittently, the strain evident, yet his gaze never wavers.

Wuxin stays at his side, soothing him with a gentle touch and quiet words of encouragement. "Hold on,” he murmurs. “You’re strong, Xiao Se. Just a little more.”

By the end of the second day, Hua Jin finally steps back, her face drawn with exhaustion. “It’s done,” she announces. “For now, let him rest.”

Xiao Se’s ragged breathing begins to ease, the relentless pain receding enough to grant him a fleeting sense of relief. Wuxin leans closer, his hand carefully tucking a stray strand of hair from Xiao Se’s face. His voice is low and tender. “Sleep, Xiao Se. You’ve done well.”

Barely able to process the words, Xiao Se lets his heavy eyelids fall shut. The exhaustion consumes him, pulling him into a deep, merciful sleep as darkness embraces him at last.

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Hua Jin, Ji Xue, and Mu Chunfeng step out of Xiao Se’s room, their faces etched with exhaustion. The others, who have been anxiously waiting outside, immediately gather around them. Lei Wujie, unable to contain his concern, asks. “How is Xiao Se?” His voice filled with urgency. “

Hua Jin, rubbing her temples, replies, “We have one extra week. So, let’s find the iron-glass snake as quickly as possible.”

Mu Chunfeng looks down, guilt evident in his expression. “But if Xiao Se’s condition is this bad, why don’t you leave it to me? I’ll take care of finding the snake with my crew.”

Tang Lian shakes his head firmly. “It’s part of our agreement. I believe Xiao Se would insist the same.”

“Then let’s go quickly!” Sikong Qianluo says with determination.

---

The next day, Xiao Se finally wakes up. Wuxin sits beside him, watching over him. “You’re awake?” he asks softly.

Xiao Se looks at him, then nods weakly. Wuxin helps him sit up and hands him a cup of water. “How much time has passed?”

“One day,” Wuxin answers while gently rubbing Xiao Se’s head.

Xiao Se looks thoughtful. “Then we have six days left.”

“Wait here. I’ll call Hua Jin,” Wuxin says, standing up.

When Hua Jin arrives, she checks Xiao Se’s pulse. “You’re okay for now, but we still need to reach Penglai Island before the extra time runs out,” she says.

She begins changing the bandages on Xiao Se’s palms and fingers. Xiao Se notices the injuries for the first time. Hua Jin explains, “Your hands will heal soon, but don’t overwork yourself.”

She hands him a pill. “Drink this. And remember, even with the extra time, you can’t push yourself too hard!” she grumbles before storming out.

Wuxin watches her leave and shakes his head. “You really need to listen to Hua Jin. Otherwise, she might actually kill you. Her temper’s been terrible today—she’s been cursing nonstop.”

He sits beside Xiao Se again and lies down, pulling Xiao Se into his arms. Xiao Se lets him. “Have you had any rest?” Xiao Se asks.

Wuxin’s eyes glint mischievously. He hugs Xiao Se tighter. “Xiao Laoban, I’ve been taking care of you for three days straight. Of course I haven’t rested.”

Xiao Se narrows his eyes. “Seeing you this energetic, I’m sure you’ve been sleeping beside me all day.”

“Oh?” Wuxin smirks, wiping the small injuries on Xiao Se’s lips. “How did you know? I’ve been lying next to you exactly like this.”

Xiao Se clicks his tongue but leans closer into Wuxin’s embrace. They stay like that for a while, but the rocking of the boat catches their attention. A commotion erupts outside.

Xiao Se frowns. “What’s going on out there?”

Wuxin sighs. “It sounds like trouble. Stay here—”

“I’m coming too.” Xiao Se’s tone leaves no room for argument.

Wuxin sighs in defeat. “Alright.”

They head to the deck and hear Lei Wujie shouting.

“I want to check if pirates really wear eye patches!” Lei Wujie yells as he jumps off the ship and runs across the water toward another vessel.

Mu Chunfeng orders his crew, “Approach them at full speed!”

“What’s happening?” Xiao Se asks, wrapping his furry robe tightly around him.

The others turn to see Xiao Se and Wuxin. “Xiao Se!” they exclaim, rushing over.

“Are you alright?” Sikong Qianluo asks, concerned.

“I’m fine,” Xiao Se assures them.

Wuxin notices an arrow lodged in the deck. “But what’s going on?” he asks.

“Oh, just some pirates doing their thing,” Mu Chunfeng explains.

Xiao Se leans against the railing, gazing at the pirate ship. “Then what’s that fool doing?” he asks, pointing to Lei Wujie.

“Of course he’s going to beat them!” Sikong Qianluo says confidently. “If he can’t, he’ll bring disgrace to Xueyue City.”

Xiao Se sighs. Ji Xue crosses her arms beside him. “Do you think it’s him?”

Xiao Se shrugs. “It’d be convenient if it is.”

“Do you have binoculars?” Sikong Qianluo asks Mu Chunfeng. When she gets a pair, she peers through them at Lei Wujie. Her brows furrow. “Wait, why is he kneeling!?”

She hands the binoculars to Xiao Se and pulls out her spear. “Hmph! Lei Wujie, I’ll show you how to handle pirates!” She leaps onto the pirate ship and starts attacking.

Xiao Se hands the binoculars to Mu Chunfeng and watches as Sikong Qianluo fights. His gaze locks onto someone standing on the pirate ship’s deck.

Ji Xue, noticing the same person, whispers, “Xiao Se.”

Xiao Se nods. When the ships cross paths, he leaps onto the pirate ship. Ji Xue and Wuxin follow him.

“Xiao Se?” Mu Chunfeng says, bewildered. Tang Lian grabs him and leaps onto the pirate ship as well. Rui, Ye Ruoyi, and Hua Jin stay behind.

Xiao Se lands on the deck and calls out, “Qianluo, stop.”

Sikong Qianluo halts mid-strike. “Huh? Why? I can take them!”

Xiao Se stands calmly in the center of the ship. Two pirates who had forced Lei Wujie to kneel freeze upon seeing him. They quickly drop to their knees. “Greetings, Sixth Prince.”

Mu Chunfeng’s jaw drops in shock. “The Sixth Prince!?” His reaction is immediate—he drops to his knees, and bowing before Xiao Se.  

The rest of the group stares at him, their expressions a mix of confusion and amusement. 

Xiao Se lets out a heavy sigh, shaking his head in exasperation. He folds his arms, his tone calm but firm. “I am no longer the Sixth Prince. There’s no need to kneel.”

“You’re right,” a voice remarks casually. “He’s no longer the Sixth Prince. He vanished years ago. Last I heard, he’s just an innkeeper now. So why should you kneel before him?”

Xiao Se turns to see the person he had spotted earlier approaching him. “It’s still a better job than being a pirate. Are you trying to be a king of the sea now? I can’t believe you’re still as narcissistic as ever.”

The man laughs and fans himself dramatically. “But my title is King. King Langya.”

The group gasps. “King Langya!?”

Xiao Se sighs, shakes his head. “You’re the son of King Langya. What are you doing at sea?”

Xiao Lingchen grins. “What you said is right. I’ll be the king of the sea. If I can’t rule the land, I’ll rule the sea instead. It’s bigger than Beili, after all. And I can still make others kneel before me.”

Xiao Se sighs helplessly. A brief silence hangs between them before his lips curve into a faint smile.  

Xiao Lingchen bursts into laughter. “It’s been five years. Come, we need to have a chat.”

Chapter Text

Xiao Lingchen leads Xiao Se to his cabin, a spacious room lined with fine wood and adorned with lavish decor befitting the "King of the Sea." Xiao Se steps in, Ji Xue following closely behind, while the others remain on the deck. Wuxin leans casually against the railing, his gaze never straying far from the cabin door.

Mu Chunfeng, still visibly shaken, mutters under his breath, “Prince Yong’an? King Langya?”

Tang Lian, standing beside him, arches a brow. “So, do you regret inviting us onto your ship?”

“No!” Mu Chunfeng replies quickly, a grin spreading across his face. “This is great! I can brag about this to my father!”

---

Inside the cabin, Xiao Se doesn’t wait for permission and seats himself on a plush sofa, his movements calm yet purposeful. Xiao Lingchen watches him, narrowing his eyes as he sighs. “You’re still the same.”

Without responding, Xiao Se rests an arm on the armrest, his expression cool and indifferent. While Ji Xue stands silently behind Xiao Se.

Xiao Lingchen sits across from Xiao Se, his sharp gaze sweeping over him. His frown deepens as he notices Xiao Se's pale complexion, the injuries on his lips, and the bandages wrapped around his hands. “So, what’s wrong with you, Chuhe? Why are you like this?”

Xiao Se raises an eyebrow. Xiao Lingchen gestures at him, frustrated. “This! Look at you—so frail. If I didn’t see you with my own eyes, I wouldn’t have believed it. What happened to the prodigy Xiao Chuhe I knew?”

Ji Xue lets out a quiet snort, amused by Xiao Lingchen’s dramatic tone. Xiao Se, however, frowns. “What’s wrong with me?"

“I’m serious!” Xiao Lingchen clears his throat. “Have those people outside been mistreating you?”

“They’ve done nothing of the sort. Why do you always come up with these absurd conclusions?" Xiao Se replies flatly.

Xiao Lingchen leans back, studying him with suspicion. “Fine. Then why do you look like this?”

Xiao Se doesn’t answer immediately. Instead, he asks, “What do you know about that day?”

Xiao Lingchen’s expression hardens. “I know when my father took his life, you were banished for standing up for him.”

“And after that?” Xiao Se probes further.

“Half a year later, your brother ascended the throne. All of the former emperor's crimes came to light, including the case against my father. Your brother cleared his name publicly. I was there when it happened. What’s your point?”

Xiao Se’s gaze sharpens. “When my brother took the throne, who did he punish, and who did he let go?”

Xiao Lingchen scowls. “Why are you dancing around the point? Just say it outright.”

Xiao Se silently hands him a small parchment. It’s the note Eunuch Jing Xuan gave him when their ships crossed paths. Xiao Lingchen takes it, unfolds it, and reads:

“Prince Yu has joined hands with Yan Zhantian. Bring Xiao Lingchen back.”

Xiao Lingchen scoffs, tossing the parchment onto the table. “Ha! What did I tell your brother years ago? Those people should have been dealt with. But no—he’s as soft-hearted as you.”

“Is that so?” Xiao Se says quietly.

Xiao Lingchen fans himself smugly. “If your brother had listened to me, none of this would be happening. And now, after all this time, he wants my help?”

“If you don’t want to help, then don’t go back,” Xiao Se replies calmly.

Xiao Lingchen’s fan pauses mid-air before he grins. “What do you mean? Of course, I’ll go back. I wouldn’t miss this entertaining show for anything.”

He points the fan at Xiao Se. “But you still haven’t answered my question. Why are you like this—so weak?”

For a moment, Xiao Se hesitates. He regrets not bringing Wuxin into the room with him. Finally, he answers truthfully.

As Xiao Se explains, Xiao Lingchen’s frown deepens. His grip on his fan tightens, the playful confidence in his demeanor giving way to something colder, sharper.

---

On the deck, Wuxin keeps his gaze fixed on the cabin door, his expression unreadable. The others, meanwhile, engage in idle chatter with the pirates.

When the cabin door finally opens, Xiao Se emerges with Ji Xue at his side, followed by Xiao Lingchen.

“Xiao Se!” Sikong Qianluo rushes over, concern written all over her face. “Are you alright? He didn’t try anything, did he?”

Xiao Se folds his arms. “What could he possibly do to me?”

Xiao Lingchen smirks at the exchange, fanning himself leisurely.

Xiao Se turns to him. “I’ll be waiting for good news.”

Xiao Lingchen narrows his eyes, his fan closing with a snap. “Xiao Chuhe, are you really not coming back to Tianqi?”

“I’ll return to Tianqi when you solve this problem,” Xiao Se replies with a faint smile.

Xiao Lingchen’s confidence radiates as he declares, “I’ll take care of it before you even set foot back on land.”

The two exchange a knowing look. As Xiao Se prepares to leave, he pauses and glances back. “Oh, and it’s been four and a half years since we last met. I was there too when my brother cleared uncle's name.”

Before Xiao Lingchen can respond, Xiao Se leaps back onto the Mu family’s ship, leaving Xiao Lingchen momentarily stunned.

On the deck of the pirate ship, Xiao Lingchen watches him go, his lips curving into a smile. “Still as infuriating as ever,” he murmurs, folding his fan. “But that’s why he’s Xiao Chuhe.”

Chapter Text

After Xiao Se and his group leave, Xiao Lingchen gazes at his crew, his eyes sharp with purpose. He flips his fan open and calls out, “It’s time for us to return to Tianqi!”

His announcement is met with roaring cheers from his crew. The pirates, infamous for their unruly nature, now brim with excitement, ready to follow their leader back to the capital.

Uncle Wang and Uncle Xue, the two intimidating pirates who had easily subdued Lei Wujie earlier, step forward with curious expressions. Uncle Wang rubs his grizzled chin and asks, “But why are we returning so suddenly, your lordship? What were you and the prince talking about?”

Xiao Lingchen closes his fan with a decisive snap, his expression unreadable. “Come, the two of you. I have a task for you.”

In his cabin, Xiao Lingchen explains the dire situation—the brewing rebellion and Xiao Se’s weakened condition.

Brak! Uncle Xue slams his fist on the sturdy wooden table, his face dark with anger. “How dare they plot such treachery!”

Uncle Wang sighs deeply, his sharp eyes filled with worry. “So that’s why he looked so fragile... I could sense that his life force was faint. It’s like he’s burning his candle at both ends.”

Xiao Lingchen leans back in his chair, resting his chin on his palm, his expression thoughtful but determined. “Chuhe asked us to help the emperor catch the traitors. He wants this rebellion crushed before he steps foot in Tianqi. And I intend to make that happen.”

He glances between the two men, his tone sharp and commanding. “The traitors have joined hands with the Dark River. I need the two of you to dispatch a strong team to track them down. Hunt them like dogs if you must, and don’t return until you have their heads.”

Uncle Wang and Uncle Xue nod, their fierce eyes gleaming with determination. Without another word, they leave the cabin to prepare.

Alone, Xiao Lingchen stares out the cabin window, his gaze fixed on the distant horizon. His voice drops to a low murmur. “Xiao Chuhe, ah Xiao Chuhe... You have to come back alive. If you don’t, what am I supposed to tell my father in the afterlife?” He sighs heavily, leaning further into his chair as his mind wrestles with worry and resolve.

---

On the Mu family ship, the group gathers around Xiao Se, their concern etched on their faces.

“Xiao Se! Are you alright now?” Lei Wujie asks, his eyes scanning Xiao Se’s pale complexion and injured hands. His brow furrows as he notices the bandages and a faint cut on Xiao Se’s lip.

“What happened to your hands? And your lips…” Sikong Qianluo trails off, narrowing her eyes before suddenly pointing an accusing finger at Wuxin. “No! Monk, how could you do this to Xiao Se!?”

Wuxin chuckles softly, his serene demeanor unshaken. “Amitabha. While I may wish it were so, it’s not what you’re thinking.”

Xiao Se sighs heavily, shaking his head. “Stop jumping to conclusions, Qianluo.”

Hua Jin steps forward, grabbing Xiao Se’s wrist and checking his pulse. She exhales in relief but quickly scowls. “You need to rest, now! I told you not to overwork yourself. Do you want to undo all my hard work!?”

Wuxin gently places a hand on Xiao Se’s back and offers a faint smile. “Come, let’s get you to your room.”

Without protest, Xiao Se lets Wuxin guide him to his cabin. The others remain on the deck, exchanging worried glances.

Lei Wujie sighs, crossing his arms. “We’re seeing less and less of Xiao Se lately.”

Tang Lian nods solemnly. “Of course. He needs to rest as much as possible. It’s only been a day since his life was forcibly extended.”

Sikong Qianluo plops down on a chest nearby, folding her arms with a huff. “Even so, we need to find this Iron-Glass Snake as quickly as possible and get to Penglai Island. I didn’t even realize how pressed for time we were.”

Ye Ruoyi steps forward, her expression calm yet firm. “Then we should rest, too. We’ll need all our strength to fight this snake.”

The group nods in agreement and retreats to their respective rooms.

---

In Xiao Se’s room, Wuxin carefully helps him sit down on the bed. Xiao Se leans back against the headboard, closing his eyes briefly as exhaustion washes over him.  

Kneeling beside the bed, Wuxin gently unwraps the bandages on Xiao Se’s hands, inspecting the injuries with practiced care. His fingers are steady, but there’s a tenderness in every movement.  

“You don’t have to do this,” Xiao Se mutters, his voice low and tired.  

Wuxin glances up, his serene smile softening into something more intimate. “Who else will take care of you if not me?”  

Xiao Se doesn’t answer immediately, his gaze fixed on the ceiling. After a moment, he murmurs, “You don’t owe me anything, Wuxin.”  

Wuxin chuckles softly, brushing his fingers lightly over Xiao Se’s knuckles as he begins rebandaging them. “Perhaps not. But that doesn’t matter to me.”  

Once the bandages are secure, Wuxin stands, only to slip onto the bed beside Xiao Se. He lies down, carefully pulling Xiao Se into his arms. Xiao Se stiffens for a moment, unused to the gesture, but he soon relaxes, leaning into the warmth of Wuxin’s embrace.  

“You really don’t have to stay,” Xiao Se murmurs, his voice quieter now.  

“I want to,” Wuxin replies, his voice steady and soothing. “And you shouldn’t be alone, not like this.”  

For a moment, silence stretches between them, comfortable yet weighted. Xiao Se rests his head against Wuxin’s chest, listening to the steady rhythm of his heartbeat.  

“I can’t afford to be weak,” Xiao Se says softly, almost as if confessing to the darkness of the room.  

Wuxin tightens his arms around him slightly. “You’re not weak, Xiao Se. You’re just human. Even you are allowed to rest.”  

Xiao Se scoffs faintly but doesn’t argue. Instead, he shifts slightly, his fingers brushing against Wuxin’s sleeve. “You’re annoyingly persistent, you know that?”  

“Of course,” Wuxin says with a teasing smile, his chin resting lightly atop Xiao Se’s head. “It’s one of my better qualities.”  

Xiao Se huffs a quiet laugh, his eyes fluttering closed. “That’s debatable.”  

“Maybe,” Wuxin murmurs, his voice low and warm. “But at least you’re smiling.”  

They stay like that for a while, lying together in the quiet. Wuxin’s presence is steady and grounding, and Xiao Se feels the weight on his shoulders ease, even if just a little.  

“Sleep,” Wuxin whispers finally, his hand brushing gently over Xiao Se’s hair. “I’ll be here when you wake up.”  

Xiao Se doesn’t respond, but his breathing evens out, and soon he drifts into a deep, restful sleep. Wuxin watches over him, his embrace never faltering, his quiet resolve as steadfast as ever.

Chapter Text

At dawn, the ship’s crew stirs. From the crow’s nest, a voice rings out, “We’ve arrived at Iron-Glass Island!”

Mu Chunfeng steps forward, his tone calm yet firm. “Prepare to disembark. Head ashore!”

The group gathers on the deck, one by one. Wuxin and Xiao Se are the last to emerge. Xiao Se tugs his fur-lined robe tighter, his expression serious. “Let’s get this over with quickly,” he says, his voice low but commanding.

They climb into a small boat and row toward the eerie island. As they near the shore, the air turns acrid, and a foul stench assaults their senses.

Sikong Qianluo wrinkles her nose, grimacing. “What is that smell? It’s unbearable!”

Tang Lian glances at her, his tone practical. “Bear with it. We need to find the iron-glass snake as soon as possible.”

As they step onto the rocky terrain, Xiao Se's sharp gaze sweeps the surroundings. He stills, his hand tightening on his robe.

“What’s wrong?” Wuxin asks, moving closer.

Before Xiao Se can reply, the ground beneath his feet suddenly vibrates. The earth splits with a thunderous crack. A massive snake emerges, its gleaming, iron-like scales shimmering under the pale sunlight.

The group scatters instinctively.

“That thing is huge!” Sikong Qianluo exclaims, covering her nose as the stench grows stronger.

Mu Chunfeng stares at the snake, his brows furrowed. “So this is the source of the poisonous miasma... But just how venomous is it?”

Lei Wujie unsheathes his sword with a flourish. “Doesn’t matter! Poisonous or not, I’ll take it down!” He charges forward, his blade striking the snake’s armored body. Sparks fly, but the attack barely scratches it.

The snake whips its head toward Lei Wujie, though it seems to lack focus.

“It can’t see,” Xiao Se mutters, observing the creature’s movements. His sharp eyes narrow. “The legend is true. Its body is impenetrable, but it’s blind. That’s its weakness.”

Ye Ruoyi suddenly tenses, her face paling. “Wait! Something’s not right!”

The snake strikes back with blinding speed, sending Lei Wujie flying into a jagged rock. He groans as he pulls himself up, wincing. “What’s wrong with it suddenly?”

Before anyone can answer, a figure leaps onto the snake’s head—a familiar face in black.

Mu Chunfeng’s expression darkens. “It’s them again...”

The Dark River assassins emerge from the shadows, Mu Yumo perched atop the serpent's head, a flute in hand.

Rui glances up, smirking. “Yo? They chased us all the way here, huh?”

Ji Xue adds with a dry chuckle, “How persistent.”

Mu Yumo looks down at them, her gaze cold. “We could have taken you out last time, but that meddling eunuch, Jing Xian, spoiled our plans. This time, no one will save you.”

Xiao Se steps forward, his voice calm but cutting. “The Dark River Battle Song Array is impressive, but you’re missing someone. It’s incomplete.”

Another figure, Kui, lands on a nearby boulder. His voice is cold. “You mean Su Muyu? From now on, I’ll take his place.”

Mu Yumo sneers, raising her flute. The snake lunges forward, forcing everyone to dodge.

Wuxin glances at Xiao Se, concern flashing in his eyes. “Can you manage?”

Xiao Se smirks faintly. “Handle him. Don’t come back defeated. If you do, don’t bother entering our room.”

Wuxin’s expression softens, a glint of mischief in his gaze. “As you wish, my prince.” With a playful chuckle, he leaps toward the masked man, striking out with his palm.

Kui’s voice drips with disdain. “You again? I defeated you once before.”

Wuxin extends his hand in a relaxed gesture, the other tucked behind his back. “We meet again. Shall we try this fight once more?”

The assassin draws his dagger, charging with fury. “It’s not too late to beg for mercy!”

Wuxin smiles, jokingly. “Oh? But I need to win today. Otherwise, I’ll lose my room privileges.” Their battle erupts in a flurry of strikes.

Meanwhile, Mu Yumo’s flute controls the snake, forcing Xiao Se and his friends into defensive positions.

Tang Lian clenches his fists. “Wuxin’s keeping Kui occupied, but the snake’s guarding Mu Yumo. We can’t break through their array like this.”

“We won’t know until we try." Lei Wujie steps forward, his sword ready. “Dashixiong!”

Tang Lian nods, pulling out his hidden weapons.

“Qianluo-shijie,” Lei Wujie calls.

Sikong Qianluo swirls her spear confidently. “Ready.”

“Ji Xue-jiejie,” Lei Wujie calls again.

Ji Xue sighs, gripping her staff. “Fine. Let’s get this over with.”

The four Tianqi's Guardians move to attack the snake, while the Dark River assassins counter. Chaos erupts as each fights their assigned opponents.

An assassin wielding a massive sword lunges at Xiao Se. Mu Chunfeng and Rui step forward to engage him. Meanwhile, Hua Jin and Ye Ruoyi retreat from the battlefield.

Xiao Se remains in place, carefully observing the fight. His focus sharpens—until a chilling, eerie screech pierces the air. A giant snake, with Mu Yu Mo perched on its head, slithers toward him at alarming speed.

He leaps onto a boulder, dodging a snake strike with his flying steps technique. As he moves, he notices his friends struggling against the powerful assassins.

If this keeps up, we’ll all be in trouble, he thinks grimly.

At that moment, Wuxin finally defeats Kui. He clasps his hands together in a respectful gesture. A faint smile crosses his lips as he gazes at the sky. "Master, your teachings never fail."

Then, he turns toward the distant battle, his smile widening slightly. And thanks to you, I’ll be sleeping in our room tonight.

On the battlefield, Mu Yumo’s voice echoes. “Xiao Chuhe, if you don’t come out now, your friends will die before you.”

Hidden behind a rock, Xiao Se grips his Wuji Staff tightly. Leaping onto the boulder, his calm face betrays no fear.

Mu Yumo smirks. “Have you finally decided to show up?”

Hua Jin, hiding nearby, curses under her breath. “That fool! I told him not to overwork himself!”

Sikong Qianluo, battling an assassin, glances at Xiao Se and yells, “Are you insane? You’re too weak to fight right now!”

Xiao Se doesn’t respond. His gaze locks on Mu Yumo. All of them are occupied. I’m the only one who can break the array.

He leaps forward, drawing closer to the snake.

Sikong Qianluo screams, “Xiao Se! Come back!”

Chapter Text

Xiao Se leaps toward the massive snake without hesitation. Mu Yumo smirks cynically, her voice laced with mockery. "A cripple like you thinks you can destroy this array on your own?"

Her flute touches her lips, and a haunting melody fills the air. The snake surges forward, its massive body coiling to strike. Xiao Se narrowly dodges its attack, climbing onto its back with nimble movements. Without a second thought, he charges toward Mu Yumo, his Wuji staff aiming for her. She parries skillfully and counters with a fierce strike of her own, forcing Xiao Se to retreat.

They clash, leaping from one jagged rock to another in a deadly dance. With a cold, calculating smile, Mu Yumo activates her martial skill. Frost-like energy emanates from her palm, shimmering ominously. "You’ve sealed your fate," she declares, striking at him with devastating force. Xiao Se barely manages to dodge, retaliating with a precise attack of his own. Their focus on each other is absolute, the battle intensifying with every move.

Nearby, Tang Lian begins to gain the upper hand against his opponent. He glances toward Xiao Se and Mu Yumo’s fierce battle. His sharp gaze catches the subtle connection between her flute and the snake’s erratic movements. "The flute is the key," he mutters under his breath. Determined, he fights harder, striking down his opponent with swift, calculated attacks.

Meanwhile, Xiao Se is nearing his limit. His breaths grow heavier, and his body feels sluggish. Just a little longer, he thinks grimly.

The two combatants leap apart, Xiao Se landing on the snake’s back while Mu Yumo perches on its head. A violent coughing fit suddenly wracks Xiao Se’s body. The snake, as if reacting to his weakness, begins to thrash uncontrollably. Mu Yumo swiftly leaps onto a nearby rock to avoid being thrown off. Xiao Se, however, loses his footing and nearly falls, grabbing onto the snake’s scales to keep from plunging into the abyss below.

"Xiao Chuhe," Mu Yumo taunts, her voice dripping with malice. "Feel honored. We gave our all to kill you. This Iron Glass Island will be your grave." She raises her flute once more, her melody weaving chaos into the air.

Hanging precariously, Xiao Se frowns. "Fifteen minutes… that’s all I could buy. But it’s enough." He glances toward Tang Lian, who is battling nearby. "Dashixiong!"

Tang Lian doesn’t hesitate. With a precise flick of his wrist, he sends a hidden weapon flying toward Mu Yumo’s flute. The weapon strikes its mark, shattering the instrument. Mu Yumo gasps in shock as fragments of her flute scatter in the air. Before she can retrieve it, Xiao Se leaps down, breaking the remnants with his staff.

"You—!" Mu Yumo growls, clutching the broken half of her flute in fury.

Xiao Se lands heavily, dropping to one knee as a coughing fit overtakes him.

"Damn it," Mu Yumo mutters under her breath. She throws the broken flute aside with disgust.

Tang Lian’s voice rings out, rallying their group. "Without the flute, their array is broken! They’re no longer on our level—attack!"

Lei Wujie, Sikong Qianluo, and Ji Xue spring into action, unleashing their signature techniques to overwhelm the remaining assassins. Even Mu Chunfeng and Rui join the fray, their teamwork seamless.

As the battle rages on, Xiao Se remains on the ground, struggling to catch his breath. Mu Yumo turns her gaze toward him, her eyes blazing with fury. "You will pay for this!" she screams, charging toward him.

Xiao Se, too weak to defend himself, closes his eyes. Wuxin…

As if answering his silent plea, Wuxin appears. He pulls Xiao Se into his embrace, shielding him as he blocks Mu Yumo’s attack with a powerful palm strike. The clash of their energies creates a deafening explosion. Wuxin holds Xiao Se close, shielding him from the impact.

The ground beneath them trembles as the giant snake roars in pain. Its massive body looms over them. Wuxin prepares to strike when Lei Wujie suddenly appears. "Monk! Xiao Se! I come to save you guys!" he yells.

Lei Wujie launches himself into the air, his thunderbolt aimed directly at the snake’s open maw. "Get down!" he shouts.

Wuxin pulls Xiao Se away, retreating to safety. Lei Wujie’s thunderbolts strike true, exploding within the snake’s mouth. The creature writhes in agony, shattering rocks and sending dust flying. Wuxin shields Xiao Se’s face with his sleeve until the chaos subsides. When the dust clears, the snake lies lifeless on the ground.

The group turns to Mu Yumo, who stands on a boulder, seething with rage. Tang Lian steps forward. "Mu Yumo, it’s over. What else can you do?"

Hua Jin, concerned for Xiao Se, quickly approaches to check on him. Wuxin allows her to examine him. Meanwhile, Mu Yumo sneers. "Kui was useless, after all," she sneers, before retreating into the shadows.

The group sighs in relief, but their moment of peace is short-lived. Xiao Se, pale and exhausted, lets out a shaky breath before collapsing. Wuxin catches him swiftly.

"Xiao Se!"

---

In the cabin, the atmosphere is heavy. Mu Chunfeng paces nervously, while Lei Wujie leans against the wall, arms crossed. Sikong Qianluo sits beside Ye Ruoyi, her voice trembling. "Ruoyi jiejie, will Xiao Se be okay?"

Ye Ruoyi squeezes her hand. "He’ll be fine."

Hua Jin emerges from Xiao Se’s room, her expression grim. The group immediately surrounds her. "Because of this battle, the Yin energy has invaded Xiao Se’s pulse and meridians. His extended lifespan has been halved," she explains. Gasps echo around the room.

Mu Chunfeng looks devastated. "It’s my fault… If only I didn’t go after the snakes of Sanshe Island—"

A coughing voice interrupts him. Xiao Se, with the help of Wuxin, comes to the cabin. "We still have a day and a half. The Dark Tide is right ahead, right?"

Mu Chunfeng hesitates. "Right, but… no one has ever survived the Dark Tide. No one has returned alive."

Xiao Se glances at his friends, seeing their determined nods. He turns to Wuxin, who smiles softly and nods as well. "We’ve come too far to turn back now. No matter what awaits us, we’ll face it together," Xiao Se declares.

The next morning, Mu Chunfeng stands on the deck, watching their boat sail away. "Xiao Se! You have to survive! I’ll wait for you here!" he shouts.

The group smiles faintly at his words, and Lei Wujie waves before grabbing the oars. "All right! To Penglai Island!"

Chapter Text

The boat rocks heavily as Lei Wujie rows with all his strength, his hands steady on the oars. The Dark Tide looms ahead, a swirling mass of black clouds and rising waves. The group exchanges determined glances, steeling themselves for the peril that awaits. Xiao Se’s voice is calm but firm. "Let’s go."  

As they enter the Dark Tide, the once-clear sky shifts into an ominous night. Thick clouds obscure the sunlight, and the wind howls fiercely. Waves crash against the boat, rocking it violently. Wuxin pulls Xiao Se closer, shielding him from the relentless gusts and the cold spray of the ocean. "Hold on tight!" Tang Lian shouts, his voice barely audible over the roar of the storm. 

Lightning splits the sky, and rain pours in torrents. Xiao Se coughs violently, his body trembling from the cold. Wuxin tightens his embrace, his expression grim. He glances at Lei Wujie, who fights against the storm with sheer determination. "Lei Wujie, can you row faster?" 

Lei Wujie looks over, seeing Xiao Se’s worsening condition. His jaw sets, and he nods resolutely. "No matter how fierce this storm, I’ll get us through it!" He pours all his strength into rowing, forcing the boat forward against the unrelenting waves. 

After what feels like an eternity, the storm begins to subside. As the sun dips toward the horizon, the group spots land ahead. Sikong Qianluo gasps, her eyes wide with awe. "Is that… Penglai Island?" 

The sight before them is breathtaking. The island glows softly under the fading light, its pristine shores and lush greenery standing out against the dark sea. Rui’s voice is soft with wonder. "It’s beautiful."  

The boat glides toward the island, and the group disembarks onto the sandy shore. Xiao Se stumbles slightly, his clothes soaked and his complexion pale. His coughing worsens, each breath shallow and strained. Hua Jin hurries to his side, taking his wrist to check his pulse. Her brow furrows deeply. "He’s not in good shape. We need to rest for the night. Tomorrow, we’ll search for the Reclusive Deities."  

Everyone nods in agreement. Lei Wujie and Tang Lian set up a campfire while Ji Xue and Rui unpack the food supplies. The group shares a quiet meal, their exhaustion evident but their spirits steady. After eating, they retreat to their tents, each shared by two or three people.  

In the quiet of the night, Xiao Se sleeps soundly in Wuxin’s arms. The monk watches over him protectively, his hand resting gently on Xiao Se’s head. Both drift into a peaceful slumber.  

---

Xiao Se’s eyes flutter open, and he finds himself seated in a familiar pavilion. Warm sunlight filters through the trees, casting dappled shadows on the ground. He looks around, his heart skipping a beat. This is… my Snowfall Villa in Tianqi?

Before him sits his uncle, Xiao Ruofeng, the former King Langya, his expression calm yet tinged with concern. "Chuhe, what’s wrong? You look like you’ve seen a ghost."  

Xiao Se forces a smile, shaking his head. "Nothing, Uncle. I was just… lost in thought." His words feel strange in his mouth. Why am I here? What happened before this? The memories elude him, slipping through his grasp like water.  

Xiao Ruofeng sighs and resumes speaking. "As I was saying, Tianwaitian has sent a delegation to Beili. You’ll be accompanying them during their stay."  

Xiao Se nods, listening intently. Tianwaitian… Could Wuxin be part of this delegation? The thought lingers in his mind.  

When the delegation arrives, Xiao Se’s heart skips a beat as he sees Wuxin standing among them. Their eyes meet, and Wuxin strides forward, embracing Xiao Se tightly. "It’s been a long time, my prince."  

Xiao Se hesitates before returning the embrace. The familiarity feels both comforting and strange. But then Wuxin leans in, pressing a kiss to Xiao Se’s lips. Xiao Se jerks back, his face flushed. "You—why did you kiss me!?"  

Wuxin looks confused, his brow furrowing. "What do you mean? We’ve kissed countless times before. We’re lovers."  

"Lovers?" Xiao Se echoes, stunned. Something about the word feels wrong, like a misplaced puzzle piece. His chest tightens with unease.  

Wuxin studies him closely. "Chuhe, are you feeling all right? Are you hurt?"  

Chuhe… That name strikes a chord of dissonance within Xiao Se. He shakes his head, forcing a weak smile. "I’m fine. Maybe I just didn’t sleep well." 

Wuxin doesn’t look convinced. He takes Xiao Se by the hand, leading him to his room. "Then rest. I’ll stay with you until you feel better, Chuhe." He pulls Xiao Se onto the bed.

Wuxin’s words echo in Xiao Se’s mind, but something about them feels off, like a discordant note in a familiar melody. As Wuxin leans closer, his bright eyes glinting with mischief, Xiao Se’s chest tightens. This is wrong.

Wuxin’s voice comes again, low and teasing. "Or, if you won’t sleep, why don’t we find something… exciting to do, Xiao Chuhe?" 

For a moment, Xiao Se freezes, his heart pounding. Then, clarity strikes him like a bolt of lightning. Wuxin doesn’t call me that. He never calls me Xiao Chuhe. He—

His body moves before his mind can fully process it. He shoves Wuxin away with all his strength, his breath coming fast. Wuxin stumbles back, his expression morphing into one of confusion and concern. "Chuhe, what’s wrong with you? Why are you acting so strange?"  

Xiao Se’s sharp eyes dart around the room, taking in every detail. The familiar furnishings of his villa in Tianqi, the soft golden light spilling through the windows—it all feels real. Too real. And yet, an overwhelming sense of unease surges within him. This is an illusion.

His memories begin to align. I’m in Penglai Island. We came here to find the Reclusive Deities… to heal me.

Xiao Se straightens, his mind sharpening as he pieces everything together. He turns toward the door without a word, he takes Wuji Staff with him.  

"Chuhe!" Wuxin calls after him, his voice tinged with desperation. "Where are you going? Wait!"  

But Xiao Se doesn’t stop. He storms through the corridors of the illusionary villa, his focus fixed on finding the array’s core. The air grows heavier with every step, a telltale sign of the formation’s power. Wuxin follows close behind, his voice filled with worry. "Chuhe, talk to me! What’s happening?"  

Finally, Xiao Se reaches the center of the illusion. There, an intricate array glows faintly on the ground, its lines pulsing with an unnatural light. He clenches his jaw, tightening his grip on his staff.  

"Chuhe!" Wuxin’s voice rises, alarmed, as he grabs Xiao Se’s arm to stop him.  

Xiao Se turns to face him, his voice steady but cold. "I’m not your Chuhe."  

Wuxin falters, his grip loosening. "What… what are you talking about? Of course, you’re—"  

"And you," Xiao Se interrupts, his voice hardening, "are not my Wuxin."  

Wuxin stares at him, his confusion deepening. But Xiao Se doesn’t waver. He raises his Wuji Staff, gripping it tightly.  

"Enough," Xiao Se mutters under his breath. Then, with all his strength, he strikes the array’s core.  

The illusion shatters like glass.  

---  

Xiao Se’s eyes snap open. His body feels heavy, his breathing labored. "Where… am I?"  

A soft voice answers him. "It’s been a long time since I’ve had visitors." A figure steps into view, their hair as white as jade, their gaze serene yet piercing. "Do you seek me?"  

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Xiao Se looks at the man in front of him, stunned. He bows slightly and asks carefully, “Are you the Reclusive Deity?”

The man, Mo Yi, nods. “You’re right.” 

Mo Yi’s gaze pierces through Xiao Se. “Do you seek me to heal your broken meridians?”

“You’re right,” Xiao Se repeats, his voice steady despite the weight of the question.

Silence falls between them, broken only by the distant sound of rushing water. Then, a thunderous voice echoes through the forest.

“Xiao Se! Wuxin! Where are you!?” Lei Wujie’s shout cuts through the calm.

“Lei Wujie! Stop shouting beside me!” Sikong Qianluo snaps, irritation clear in her voice.

“You two are fools,” Ji Xue sighs, her tone exasperated.

“Who are you calling a fool!?” Sikong Qianluo barks, her posture defensive, as though ready to fight.

Tang Lian steps in quickly, placing a restraining hand on her shoulder. “Alright, alright. Let’s focus on finding Xiao Se and Wuxin.”

“Oh! Xiao Se!” Lei Wujie exclaims when he emerges from the forest. His gaze locks on Xiao Se standing near the edge of a waterfall. Across the water, a man stands poised on a large rock, his presence commanding.

The group approaches quickly. Xiao Se glances around but doesn’t see the one person he wants to see the most. As if reading his mind, Ye Ruoyi speaks. “When we woke up from the illusion, you and Wuxin were already gone.”

Xiao Se frowns. It’s not possible for Wuxin to still be trapped in the illusion—unless his illusion is that captivating.

Before he can dwell further, Wuxin appears, stretching lazily. “Honestly, that illusion was quite interesting.”

“Monk!” Lei Wujie calls out, excited.

Wuxin walks over to Xiao Se, who stares at him suspiciously.

“Xiao Laoban, why are you looking at me like that? I know I’m handsome,” Wuxin teases with a grin.

Xiao Se sighs and shakes his head.

They all gather near Mo Yi. The Reclusive Deity looks at them, his expression unreadable. “So, there are two people who seek my help?”

Lei Wujie tilts his head, confused. He counts the people present while Xiao Se glances at Ye Ruoyi.

Xiao Se asks softly, “Can you heal her?”

Mo Yi nods. “I can heal her, but…” His gaze shifts to Xiao Se, heavy with unspoken meaning. “I can’t heal you.”

The group freezes, the air suddenly tense.

“What?! Why can’t you heal Xiao Se!?” Sikong Qianluo demands, her voice rising.

“Did Xiao Se fail the test? That can’t be right!” Lei Wujie blurts out.

Wuxin frowns, concern etched on his face. “Why can’t you heal him?”

Mo Yi’s voice remains calm. “He passed my illusion. Of course, he passed the test.”

“Then why?” Wuxin presses, his tone edged with frustration.

Mo Yi sighs. “It’s as I said—I can’t heal his broken meridians.”

Tang Lian steps forward, his tone polite but firm. “Immortal, pardon me, but aren’t you the one who healed my master, Baili Dongjun, when his meridians were broken?”

Mo Yi leaps gracefully from the rock, landing in front of Tang Lian. His lips curve slightly. “You’re that kid’s disciple? It’s been a long time since I last saw him.”

He turns to Xiao Se and steps closer. Wuxin instinctively moves to stand between them, his posture protective.

Mo Yi chuckles lightly. “It’s been years since your meridians broke. That’s why I can’t heal you.”

A heavy silence follows. Xiao Se clenches his fists before forcing himself to relax. “Then please, Immortal, heal Ruoyi.”

Ye Ruoyi stares at Xiao Se, stunned. Mo Yi nods. “Alright.”

Before Mo Yi can move, Hua Jin speaks up suddenly. “Immortal, is there anyone or anything that can heal him?”

Lei Wujie’s eyes widen with hope. “That’s right! Even if it’s just a myth, we’ll find it!”

Mo Yi looks at them, his expression softening. “You all have kind hearts.” He pauses before continuing. “I do know something.”

The group collectively brightens, hope flickering in their eyes.

“What is it?” Sikong Qianluo asks eagerly.

Mo Yi turns and gestures for them to follow. “Come. Let’s talk at my sanctuary.”  

---  

Mo Yi leads them to a pavilion within his sanctuary. “Sit.”

“Thank you, Immortal,” Tang Lian says, bowing slightly before taking a seat. The others follow suit.  

“Just call me Master,” Mo Yi replies. With a simple wave of his hand, cups of tea materialize before them.  

Lei Wujie’s eyes widen in awe. He leans in, closely inspecting the tea, his curiosity evident.

As they settle in, Sikong Qianluo asks impatiently, “So, Master, is there really anyone or anything that can heal Xiao Se?”

Mo Yi sips his tea calmly. Instead of answering directly, he asks in return, “Have you heard of the Fate-Weaving Deities?”

The group exchanges puzzled glances until Hua Jin raises her hand hesitantly. “I’ve... read about them.”

Mo Yi’s eyes gleam with interest. “Oh? You’re the youngest here, yet you know of them?”

Hua Jin nods. “I read about them in my master’s journal. It’s said they are immortals capable of healing any ailment, even defying death itself.” 

Mo Yi nods approvingly. “Who is your master, child?”

“The King of Medicine, Bai Cao.”

Mo Yi chuckles softly. “Ah, that kid.” 

Hua Jin continues, “According to the journal, more than a decade ago, there was a pair of immortals renowned for their unmatched skills, especially in healing. They were the dream of every physician. But they vanished long ago…”

Lei Wujie’s voice rises with excitement. “If we find these Fate-Weaving Deities, can they heal Xiao Se?”

Mo Yi nods. “They can. But as this child said, they vanished over a decade ago. No one knows where they are or even who they truly are. Even i don't know where are they now.” 

The room falls silent. Then Sikong Qianluo breaks the quiet. “So what? People said Penglai Island and the Reclusive Deities were just myths, but here we are, meeting you!”

Lei Wujie nods enthusiastically. “That’s right! Even if they’re at the end of the world, we’ll find them!”  

Mo Yi shakes his head, smiling faintly, then glances at Xiao Se’s pale, weakened face. “Before you can find them, this friend of yours will die today.” 

The group stiffens as reality sets in.

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Hua Jin quickly asks, “Master, can you extend his life?”  

Mo Yi studies Xiao Se for a moment. “He has already extended his life once.”  

Hua Jin lowers her head. “I know one can only extend their life once. But is there no other way?”  

Mo Yi pauses, then speaks. “I can extend his life again—for four months, at most.”  

The group exchanges determined looks.  

“That’s enough time,” Tang Lian says firmly. “We’ll find the Fate-Weaving Deities within that time.”  

Mo Yi looks at Xiao Se. His gaze sharpens. “But know this—the process will be far more painful than before. And the closer you get to the time limit, the weaker and more agonizing your body will become.”  

Wuxin clenches his fists, worry written across his face. Xiao Se, however, remains calm. He nods. “Four months is more than enough. Thank you, master.”  

Mo Yi waves dismissively. “There’s no need for thanks when I can’t truly help you.”  

He stands. “Your time is running out. I will extend it now.”  

They startle. Xiao Se stands calmly and follows Mo Yi, while the others instinctively trail behind him.  

"Why are you all tagging along?" Mo Yi asks, amused.  

"Wherever Xiao Se goes, we will follow!" Lei Wujie declares without hesitation.  

Mo Yi shakes his head, exasperated but not surprised.

Xiao Se turns to the group. "Wait here." 

The others frown, clearly unwilling to agree. But then, Xiao Se glances at Wuxin. Maybe, just maybe, he will need a little support. After a brief pause, he adds, "Master, is it alright if Wuxin and Hua Jin come along?" 

Mo Yi considers for a moment before nodding. “Alright. Let’s begin. After this, I still need to heal your other friend.”

---

Mo Yi leads Xiao Se, Wuxin, and Hua Jin to a breathtaking mirror-like lake, its still surface reflecting the sky like polished glass. Without pause, Mo Yi grabs Xiao Se by the collar and leaps across the water, landing effortlessly on a small island shrouded in mist. The air is thick with the scent of earth and damp leaves, the only sound the gentle lapping of waves against the shore.

Without hesitation, Wuxin follows, holding Hua Jin as he leaps after them, his movements swift and steady.

"Sit," Mo Yi instructs, motioning toward a stone platform at the island’s center.

Xiao Se obeys without hesitation, lowering himself onto the cool stone. Wuxin stands nearby, tense, while Hua Jin watches quietly, hands clenched at her sides.

Mo Yi steps forward and raises his hands. The air around him shifts. Leaves rustle despite the absence of wind. A deep hum vibrates through the ground as Mo Yi gathers nature’s energy into his palm. 

Golden light begins to swirl around his fingers, brightening as it condenses. The lake ripples as if responding to his call. The very air feels charged with power.

Wuxin watches Mo Yi. "Is this…?"

"This is the life energy of nature," Mo Yi explains, his voice calm yet firm. "It is what allows me to extend his life." 

Without another word, he presses his glowing palm against Xiao Se’s chest.

A sharp crack echoes through the air—like a bone snapping—followed by an invisible force slamming into Xiao Se’s body. Agony explodes through his veins, white-hot and unrelenting. His entire body convulses, his spine arching as if he’s being torn apart from the inside.

His nerves feel like they’re on fire, each pulse of golden energy searing through his bloodstream like molten metal. His hands claw at his thigh, nails digging in deep enough to tear flesh. The pain doesn’t just burn—it rips, it crushes, it drowns. His breath fractures into ragged gasps, his throat raw from the force of his silent screams.

Blood dribbles from his lips as his body spasms violently. His vision fractures, twisting between light and shadow. He is drowning, suffocating, burning all at once, his consciousness barely clinging to the edges of reality. 

"Xiao Se!" Wuxin and Hua Jin step forward, but Mo Yi raises a hand, stopping them. 

"Do not interfere," he warns. "If you disrupt the process, he will die." 

Wuxin clenches his fists, his body taut with the need to act. But he forces himself to stay back, watching helplessly as Xiao Se coughs again, more blood splattering onto his robes.

The golden energy surges one final time before fading. The moment it vanishes, Xiao Se’s breaths come in shallow, ragged gulps. His body slackens, his limbs trembling as if they no longer belong to him.

Mo Yi swipes his sleeve, sending another wave of energy that mends Xiao Se’s injuries. Then, he steps back. “It is done. He will live for four more months.”

"Xiao Se!" Wuxin immediately rushes to Xiao Se’s side, catching him before he can slump over completely. 

He wipes the cold sweat from Xiao Se’s forehead, his expression dark with worry. "You’re burning up," he murmurs, his grip tightening slightly. 

Xiao Se's lips part as if to speak, but another violent cough cuts him off, thick blood spilling past his lips. His vision blurs, darkness creeping in at the edges. His body slumps forward, completely unconscious in Wuxin’s arms. 

"Xiao Se!" Wuxin's voice is filled with rare panic. 

Mo Yi speaks calmly, "Let him sleep. The pain will last for a few days—better for him to endure it while unconscious."

Then, he turns to Hua Jin. "Go to my forest. There are herbs there that can ease his pain, even if only a little. Bring them back and help me prepare a tonic." 

Hua Jin nods swiftly, then rushes out without hesitation. 

Wuxin gently wipes the blood from Xiao Se’s lips, his fingers trembling slightly. His chest tightens at the sight of Xiao Se’s pallid face. "You always make me worry," he murmurs, his voice barely above a whisper. 

But Xiao Se is already lost in unconsciousness, his body still trembling even in sleep.

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Mo Yi returned to his sanctuary, his expression as composed as ever, untouched by exhaustion. Behind him, Wuxin walked in steady strides, cradling an unconscious Xiao Se in his arms. The moment they stepped inside, the others turned toward them—only for their eyes to widen in shock at the sight before them.

Blood stained both Xiao Se’s and Wuxin’s robes, dark against the fabric.

Lei Wujie was the first to break the silence. “Monk! What—what happened?” he asked, his voice laced with worry.

Sikong Qianluo took a step closer, her gaze darting to the blood. “Is this… Xiao Se’s?” she asked, her voice almost hesitant, as if she feared the answer.

Tang Lian's brows furrowed as he took in Xiao Se’s trembling form in Wuxin’s arms. “Is he unconscious?”

Before anyone could press further, Mo Yi interjected, his tone firm. “You, monk. Take him to that room,” he instructed, nodding toward a quiet chamber down the hall. “Change your clothes, rest, and let me know the moment he wakes.”

Wuxin said nothing, merely nodded before disappearing into the room with Xiao Se.

Once inside, he carefully laid Xiao Se on the bed, his fingers lingering briefly on his wrist, feeling the faint, uneven pulse. Silent worry crept into Wuxin’s chest, but he quickly pushed it aside. He fetched a basin of water, soaking a cloth before gently wiping the blood from Xiao Se’s face and neck. His hands worked with practiced ease as he changed Xiao Se into clean clothes, but his movements slowed when he saw the way Xiao Se’s body shuddered, his brows knitted together in pain even in unconsciousness.

Wuxin sat at the bedside, his hand finding Xiao Se’s and rubbing slow, soothing circles over his knuckles. His voice was soft, barely above a whisper. “It’s okay. Everything will be fine.”

But Xiao Se remained lost in his pain, his body trembling.

---

Outside the room, Mo Yi turned to Ye Ruoyi. “Come with me,” he instructed.

“I’ll go too,” Lei Wujie immediately volunteered.

“And me,” Sikong Qianluo added, stepping forward.

Mo Yi didn’t protest. He simply led them deeper into the sanctuary, while the others remained behind, watching over Xiao Se.

Before the healing process began, Ye Ruoyi hesitated, then finally voiced the question that had been weighing on her mind. “Master, may I ask something?”

Mo Yi glanced at her, his gaze calm. “Go ahead.”

“You said you couldn’t heal Xiao Se because his injuries have been there for too long. But then… why were you able to heal my illness? I’ve had it since birth.”

Mo Yi’s expression softened. For a moment, he was silent. Then, he exhaled quietly and spoke. “Because I’ve been researching your illness for many years.”

Ye Ruoyi frowned slightly. “Why?”

Mo Yi’s voice held an unusual gentleness as he answered, “I had a sister. She had the same illness when she was a child.” A shadow of old grief flickered in his eyes. “She didn’t survive.”

Ye Ruoyi’s breath caught.

“That’s why I dedicated my years to this research,” Mo Yi continued. “So that if I ever met someone with the same condition… I could save them.”

Ye Ruoyi looked at him, her heart heavy with unspoken words.

She lowered her gaze. “Thank you, Master.”

---

Ye Ruoyi's healing process took two days.

During those two days, Xiao Se remained unconscious. His body never stilled—tremors wracked him every so often, his muscles tense even in sleep. Blood-stained cloths piled up beside his bed as he coughed weakly, the pain clawing through him without mercy.

Wuxin and Hua Jin tended to him tirelessly, taking turns to feed him tonic when his lips parted just enough for them to slip a few drops inside. It wasn’t much, but it helped, even if only a little.

Meanwhile, Mo Yi checked on Xiao Se multiple times, refining the medicine with Hua Jin’s help. They brewed tonics for both Xiao Se and Ye Ruoyi, adjusting the ingredients with careful precision.

Then, on the fourth day, Xiao Se’s fingers twitched. A weak breath escaped him, different from the shallow ones before. His lashes fluttered, and when his eyes finally cracked open, the first thing he saw was Wuxin’s face hovering over him, gaze dark with concern.

The fifth day came, and Xiao Se’s condition finally stabilized. Though his body was weak, his fever had broken, and the agonizing tremors had lessened.

For the first time in days, Wuxin allowed himself to exhale.

But as he looked at Xiao Se—pale, exhausted face—his grip on his wrist tightened slightly.

He wasn’t going to let Xiao Se go through this alone.

Not now. Not ever.

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After recovering, Xiao Se and the others prepare to leave. They stand before Mo Yi, ready to bid farewell. Just before they board the boat, Mo Yi hands Xiao Se a small bottle filled with pills.

"You will experience pain from time to time," Mo Yi says. "Take one of these when it becomes unbearable. But don’t take too many—overuse will affect your body in the future."

Xiao Se accepts the bottle and bows slightly. "Thank you, Master."

The others follow his lead, bowing in gratitude.

Mo Yi studies Xiao Se for a moment before adding, "And don’t use your internal energy recklessly again, unless you want your lifespan cut in half."

Lei Wujie winces. "Half?!" He turns to Xiao Se. "You heard him! You better be careful, Xiao Se! Just leave the fighting to me!"

Xiao Se only hums in response, slipping the bottle into his sleeve.

As they start boarding, Mo Yi speaks again. "Oh, and about the Fate-Weaving Deities… Try going to Yiling. You might find answers there."

Xiao Se raises an eyebrow. "Yiling?"

Mo Yi nods. "That’s all I can tell you."

Xiao Se stares at him for a moment before bowing once more. "Understood. Thank you, Master."

With that, they set sail, heading back to where Mu Chunfeng waits.

As Lei Wujie rows, he suddenly voices his concern. "But… will Mu-xiong still be waiting for us? Tomorrow is the eighth day."

Xiao Se crosses his arms, his expression unreadable. "If he’s gone, then you’ll just have to keep rowing until we reach Dongji."

The others burst into laughter at that, while Lei Wujie pales. "Then I have to row faster!" With newfound determination, he rows at an almost ridiculous speed.

---

By morning on the eighth day, they finally arrive.

Mu Chunfeng is still there, standing at the dock with a relieved expression.

"You made it just in time," he greets, his tone lighthearted. "For a moment, I thought I might have to leave without you."

As they board the ship, Xiao Se lets out a small sigh, rubbing his temples—his head still spinning slightly from how fast Lei Wujie has been rowing.

Mu Chunfeng smiles widely. "Come, let’s have breakfast first."

As they eat, Lei Wujie excitedly recounts their journey to Penglai Island. His hands move animatedly as he speaks, his enthusiasm almost infectious.

"So, then we saw mermaids—I’m telling you, they had beautiful voices! And then—"

Mu Chunfeng listens with interest but eventually turns his gaze to Xiao Se. "Since you met the immortal, does that mean you’re cured?"

The table grows quiet. Lei Wujie shifts uncomfortably, his excitement dimming.

Xiao Se exhales slowly, setting down his chopsticks. "Not exactly. But we have another lead. We’ll head to Yiling next."

Mu Chunfeng nods. "I see. Then, I suppose this journey isn’t over yet."

Xiao Se gives a small smile. "It never is."

After breakfast, everyone retreats to their respective rooms to rest.

As always, Wuxin follows Xiao Se into their room. He helps him settle into bed, adjusting the blankets before lying down beside him.

Xiao Se lets out a small sigh. "I feel like I haven’t slept properly in days."

Wuxin hums, brushing a few strands of hair away from his face. "Then sleep. I’m right here."

Xiao Se’s lips curve slightly. "You always are."

Wuxin leans in, pressing a gentle kiss to his forehead. "Rest well, my prince."

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After eleven days at sea, they finally return to Dongji.

Mu Chunfeng, ever the thoughtful host, prepares the finest carriages and ensures they have all the necessities for their journey ahead. Before they depart, he hands Xiao Se a plaque engraved with the character "Mu."

"My family’s businesses are spread throughout the martial arts world," Mu Chunfeng explains. "Show this plaque, and you can eat as much as you want and stay at the best inns—for free."

Lei Wujie and Sikong Qianluo’s eyes sparkle at the offer.

Mu Chunfeng chuckles. "And if you ever need anything, you can send me a message through one of our branches."

They exchange parting words, standing at the city gates as the carriage prepares to leave.

"If fate permits, let’s drink together until we’re all drunk!" Mu Chunfeng shouts, watching them depart.

"Alright! Wait for us!" Lei Wujie, perched on the carriage roof, waves enthusiastically as they roll away.

---

A few days later, they arrive at a large city to rest.

Xiao Se sends Ji Xue to gather news about the royal palace and deliver a message to his brother. Meanwhile, the others take the chance to explore the bustling streets.

Xiao Se himself chooses a quieter moment, sitting in a teahouse, savoring the rare chance to relax. Across from him, Wuxin lounges with his usual ease, while Hua Jin sits beside him, her curious eyes surveying the surroundings.

A waiter arrives, placing tea and snacks on the table. Before he can leave, Xiao Se slides a silver coin forward.

"Tell me," Xiao Se says, his tone casual, "do you know any interesting legends or myths about immortals?"

The waiter’s eyes light up. "Of course, Laoban!" He eagerly sits down. "What kind of immortal are you interested in?"

"Which immortals do you know?" Wuxin asks, pouring them cups of tea.

"My grandfather was a storyteller, so I know plenty!" The waiter puffs his chest proudly.

Hua Jin leans forward. "What about immortals with healing abilities?"

The waiter nods enthusiastically. "Oh, there are many! In the cultivation world, there’s Immortal Baoshan Sanren and Immortal Lan Yi. And in the martial arts world, we have legends like the Sword Immortal, the Great Shaman, Medicine Demon, and Qin Po."

Hugging the tray in his arms, the waiter leans closer. "So? Which story do you want to hear?"

Xiao Se sips his tea, calm as ever. Meanwhile, Wuxin cracks open a peanut, places the kernel onto a small plate, and hands it to Xiao Se without a word.

Xiao Se raises an eyebrow. "You certainly know quite a lot."

Wuxin’s reddish eyes flicker. "Then, do you know about the immortals who vanished decades ago?"

The waiter’s eyes widen in surprise before he quickly nods. "Of course! It’s been more than a decade since they disappeared… and they were also known for their healing abilities!" He sighs wistfully. "If you hadn’t mentioned them, I might’ve forgotten."

Xiao Se picks up the peanut Wuxin prepared for him and eats it. He asks, "You know about them?"

The waiter smiles widely. "Oh, I know plenty! A decade ago, they were famous throughout both the martial arts and cultivation worlds. It’s said they could heal any ailment, mend broken souls, and even defy death itself."

Xiao Se flicks another silver coin onto the table. "Tell us everything you know about them."

The waiter’s face lights up. "Of course! Give me a moment—I need to let my boss know I’m taking on a special customer!"

With that, he rushes off, disappearing into the back.

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After reporting to his boss, the waiter returns to Xiao Se’s table. Before he can sit beside Xiao Se, Wuxin smoothly takes the seat instead. He gestures toward the spot next to Hua Jin. "Sit there."

Hua Jin rolls her eyes but doesn’t argue, while Xiao Se sips his tea, completely unbothered. The waiter nods and takes his seat.

"So, Laoban," the waiter starts, leaning in. "What do you wanna know first about these immortals?"

Xiao Se thinks for a moment before asking, "Do you know their origins?"

"Of course I do!" The waiter grins. "They’re martial artists, so naturally, they come from the martial arts world. You know that mist that separates the martial world from the cultivation world?"

Xiao Se, Wuxin, and Hua Jin nod.

"Well," the waiter continues, lowering his voice slightly, "they say that centuries ago, instead of mist, there were these towering ice mountains. Massive glaciers, right in that very spot. Those mountains weren’t just ice—they hid a legendary armory filled with treasures. And, you know how people get when they hear about treasure." He shakes his head. "Greedy hands tried to claim it, war broke out, and in the chaos, the mountains shattered. That’s when the mist appeared—thick, endless, impossible to cross."

He leans forward slightly, voice dropping to a more conspiratorial tone. "During that war, two people stepped forward to protect the armory. They stayed behind, guarding the armory for so many years that their hair turned white as snow. Some say that their unwavering duty earned them immortality."

Hua Jin raises an eyebrow. "So they just… showed up one day after all that?"

"Pretty much," the waiter says with a nod. "Then, one day, these so-called immortals came down from the mist. People say their skills were beyond anything anyone had ever seen—especially in healing. They could cure anything—wounds, sickness, broken souls, and even defy death itself. But they only helped those they deemed worthy."

Xiao Se listens in silence, his fingers tapping lightly against his teacup.

"When the gods invited them to ascend, they refused," the waiter continues. "Instead of immortality in the heavens, they chose to stay down here and help people. As a reward, the gods gave them gifts—one could see the future, and the other could heal any injury, no matter how bad. That’s why they’re called the Fate-Weaving Deities."

Wuxin, who had been quietly watching, lets out a low hum. He picks up the teapot, refilling their cups as he mumbles, "Gods' gift? Interesting…"

"Centuries…" Hua Jin mutters, resting her chin in her palm. "That’s a long time. Just how old are they?"

The waiter shrugs. "No one really knows."

Wuxin calmly takes a sip of his tea. "Then, do you know why they vanished?"

The waiter shakes his head again. "That, I don’t know. But I do know that the last time they were seen—more than a decade ago—they were in the cultivation world."

"Cultivation world…" Xiao Se stares into his tea, lost in thought.

Hua Jin leans forward. "What else do you know?"

"Oh!" The waiter’s eyes light up. "There’s a story that they built a sect in that mist ages ago. A hidden sect! Plenty of martial artists and cultivators have tried to enter, but every single one of them—within minutes—ended up right back where they started without even realizing it. Only the chosen ones can actually make it through."

Wuxin hums thoughtfully. "So if we want to find them, we just have to enter the mist?"

The waiter’s eyes widen in alarm. He waves his hands frantically. "Laoban! Don’t even think about it! Plenty of people also never come out! It’s basically a death sentence!"

"Anything else?" Xiao Se takes his last sip of his tea.

"Uh… not much. If I remember right, their surnames were Wen and Zhuo? Or maybe Zhao? Zhou?" The waiter scratches his head. "Point is, they’re just stories that get passed around, bits and pieces mixed together. There is a possibility that what I said is wrong. So, Laoban, don’t take it too seriously."

Xiao Se finishes the tea, then places a few extra taels on the table. "Alright then. Thanks for the story."

The waiter beams. "Thank you, Laoban!" He bows deeply.

Just as Xiao Se, Wuxin, and Hua Jin turn to leave, the waiter suddenly calls out, "Oh! But, Laoban—if you’re really curious, try going to Yiling! It’s the only city that connects the martial world to the cultivation world. A lot of storytellers there talk about these myths all the time!"

Xiao Se nods slightly in acknowledgment. Then, without another word, he, Wuxin, and Hua Jin step out of the teahouse.

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Xiao Se and the others gather in his room as Hua Jin recounts the story of the Fate-Weaving Deities they heard in the teahouse.

"Yiling... It’s the same as Master Mo said," Ye Ruoyi muses.

Tang Lian nods in agreement. "Then we must make a plan to go there. Yiling is quite far. If we encounter no obstacles, we should arrive in about two and a half months."

The others nod. Ji Xue pulls out the map she always carries, and they begin planning their journey. They mark locations known for bandit activity and identify major cities where they can resupply. After calculating their estimated travel time, they finalize a detailed plan.

Once their preparations are complete, they disperse to their respective rooms, leaving only Wuxin and Xiao Se behind. As they are about to leave, Lei Wujie hesitates and scratches his head. "Uh... Monk, why do you always sleep in Xiao Se’s room?"

The room falls silent. Rui smirks, opening her mouth to tease, "Yo~ Little Lei, they—"

Before she can finish, Tang Lian quickly covers her mouth. "Rui!"

Lei Wujie looks at them in confusion. Tang Lian stammers, "Uh, no. That—Wujie... They..."

Wuxin, clearly amused, looks at Lei Wujie with a mischievous glint in his eyes. "Do you really want to know?"

Sikong Qianluo clicks her tongue in irritation. "Lei Wujie! Just stay clueless forever!" She then stomps off angrily.

Lei Wujie remains bewildered as the others leave one by one. Still confused, he turns to Ye Ruoyi. "Uh? So why?"

Ye Ruoyi covers her mouth slightly, hiding a faint smile. "He needs to take care of Xiao Se."

Lei Wujie looks enlightened. "Ah! That makes sense. Xiao Se’s body is weaker now, so we need to protect him constantly."

Then, as if struck by an idea, he tilts his head and grins. "So why don’t we take turns guarding Xiao Se?"

Xiao Se frowns and immediately shoves Lei Wujie out of the room. Ye Ruoyi follows closely behind. "You’re not even as strong as this monk," Xiao Se retorts, sliding the door shut with force.

Lei Wujie pouts. "Xiao Se! How can you say that to a friend with good intentions?!"

But Xiao Se ignores him. Sighing, Lei Wujie leaves, walking Ye Ruoyi back to her room sheepishly.

---

At midnight, while everyone is fast asleep, Xiao Se stirs in Wuxin’s embrace, a sharp pain piercing through him. He sits up slowly to avoid waking Wuxin, reaching for the bottle of medicine Mo Yi gave him. He takes a pill, waiting for the pain to subside. Once it eases, he places the bottle back and carefully attempts to stand to get some water.

His movement, though subtle, is enough to rouse Wuxin, who immediately sits up. "Where are you going?" he asks, his voice sharp with concern.

Xiao Se flinches slightly, then clicks his tongue. "I want a drink," he replies hoarsely.

Wuxin sighs, sitting up fully. "Why didn’t you wake me?" He reaches for a cup, intending to pour water from the kettle, but the water has turned cold.

"Wait here. I'll reheat it." Wuxin stands and places the kettle over the fire. In the meantime, he pulls the blanket over Xiao Se. "Be careful. It’s getting colder these days."

Leaning against the headboard, Xiao Se murmurs, "Winter is near."

Wuxin hums in agreement. "We’ll need to buy extra blankets and fur robes for you."

Xiao Se frowns. "The best robes in Tianqi take a year to order."

Wuxin raises an amused brow. "Xiao Laoban, just buy them at a regular shop. Why are you acting spoiled?"

Xiao Se shoots him a cold glare. "You dare call me spoiled?"

Wuxin chuckles. "I wouldn’t dare." He pours the now-warm water into a cup and hands it to Xiao Se. After he finishes drinking, they lay back down.

"Now, sleep. We’ll check out the stores tomorrow." Wuxin pulls Xiao Se into a gentle embrace, coaxing him to rest. Though slightly annoyed, Xiao Se finds his eyelids growing heavy once more, and soon, he drifts back into slumber.

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For three days, they remain in the city, sending messages and purchasing necessities, especially with winter approaching. They change into thicker and warmer clothes, stock up on food and blankets, and gather other supplies.

Once ready, they continue their journey to Yiling. As usual, Tang Lian holds the reins, Lei Wujie sits on the roof, while the others sit inside the carriage. When dusk falls, they set up camp, and when dawn breaks, they take it down and resume their travels.

Days pass. Growing bored, Lei Wujie suddenly sticks his head inside the carriage from the roof and asks, "By the way, what illusion did you all see on Penglai Island?"

Sikong Qianluo raises an eyebrow. "Why do you ask?"

Lei Wujie grins and leaps into the carriage."I'm bored! Besides, I heard the illusions Master Mo sets up reflect our deepest obsessions. So, what did you see?"

Xiao Se looks at him and counters, "What did you see?"

Lei Wujie shrugs proudly. "I beat the Monk and Wu Shuang and became the number one martial artist!"

Rui, sitting near the entrance, raises an eyebrow. "Yo~ so innocent..." She smirks and nudges Tang Lian's back, who is holding the reins outside, mischievously. "What I saw in the illusion..."

Tang Lian, overhearing the conversation, coughs loudly. "R-Rui..." he stammers, embarrassed.

"Lian~" Rui grins mischievously at his reaction.

Sikong Qianluo smirks arrogantly. "In my illusion, I saved Xiao Se and made that perverted Monk kneel and beg before me!"

Wuxin sighs. "Amitabha. Why am I your obsession?"

Sikong Qianluo glares at him disdainfully and grips her spear. "Who’s obsessed with you!?"

Wuxin shakes his head, pretending to be helpless. Sikong Qianluo fumes. "You—!"

Xiao Se sighs. He nudges Wuxin’s elbow. "Why do you like teasing Qianluo?"

Wuxin smiles. "Why? Are you jealous, my Prince?"

Hua Jin interjects with a groan. "I think my illusion was a nightmare. I had so many patients who wouldn’t follow my instructions!" She glares at Xiao Se resentfully.

Ji Xue, sitting in the corner, adds, "In my illusion, I became richer than Chuhe."

Xiao Se’s eyebrow twitches. He smirks. "Fortunately, it was just an illusion."

Ji Xue glances at him and shakes his head. Lei Wujie turns to Ye Ruoyi and asks shyly, "Miss Ruoyi, what did you see back then?"

Ye Ruoyi smiles calmly. "I saw Xiao Chuhe becoming the emperor."

The carriage falls silent. Wuxin looks at her with interest. "Oh~ so you still can’t let go of your grand dream?"

Ye Ruoyi chuckles. "Maybe?"

Lei Wujie scratches his head. "Uh... Then, Monk, what did you see? You said back then that your illusion was really interesting."

Wuxin smiles, his eyes glinting mischievously. "Do you want to know?"

"We don’t!" Sikong Qianluo immediately points her spear at him. "You—perverted Monk! How dare you—!?"

Wuxin presses his palms together. "Amitabha. I didn’t say anything. Why do you always assume the worst of me?"

Sikong Qianluo moves to strike him, but Ye Ruoyi stops her. She pouts in annoyance.

Xiao Se sighs, folding his arms. "You always say you've left your secular life, but you act like this. Isn’t that a contradiction?"

Wuxin leans closer to Xiao Se, smirking. "If it’s for you, then of course not."

Xiao Se frowns and looks away, but Wuxin, sitting beside him, notices his reddening ears. He chuckles happily.

"Get away from Xiao Se, you perverted Monk!" Sikong Qianluo shouts angrily.  

Ye Ruoyi gently pats her shoulder, trying to calm her down. Wuxin merely smiles in response, conceding without argument—but he still remains seated beside Xiao Se.

Rui hums and turns to Xiao Se. "Then, what about you?" she asks mischievously.

Xiao Se, maintaining a calm face, answers, "I saw my uncle, King Langya."

"Really?" Rui looks into his eyes and chuckles knowingly. "Okay then, if you say so."

Lei Wujie looks at Wuxin. "Uh... so, what did you see, Monk?" he asks again.

The others sigh, choosing to ignore him.  

Lei Wujie looks around in frustration. "What—Why is it always me who doesn’t know!?"

Ji Xue remarks, "Sometimes, ignorance is a blessing."

Then, by dusk, they arrive at a small city to rest.

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When they arrive in the city, the streets are bustling with people. From inside the carriage, they peek out the window.

"So many people!" Lei Wujie exclaims in amazement.

Sikong Qianluo nods. "And this is just a small city."

Xiao Se, arms folded against the evening chill, remarks, "Despite its size, this city is famous for its culture. That’s why many tourists visit—especially on New Year’s Eve."

They search for an inn, but every place is full. Left with no choice, they decide to camp outside the city. Before setting up, they stop by a restaurant for dinner. There, they overhear the locals discussing the upcoming lantern festival.

Lei Wujie’s eyes light up with curiosity. He turns to a nearby man and asks, "Mister! What's the lantern festival?"

The man looks at him, surprised. "Boy, aren’t you a tourist? How can you not know about our lantern festival?"

Lei Wujie scratches his head sheepishly. "Uh… Sorry?"

The man waves it off. "No worries! It’s just rare to meet a traveler unfamiliar with our traditions."

Sikong Qianluo, intrigued, asks, "So, what is it?"

"The lantern festival is how we celebrate New Year’s Eve," the man explains. "People set lanterns afloat—either in the sea or into the sky—hoping the gods will grant them a good destiny in the coming year."

"For good destiny?" Hua Jin echoes.

Another local nods. "That’s right. You can buy or craft a paper lantern and write your wish on it. Many people believe their wishes come true, which is why tourists flock here to take part."

Rui props her chin on her hand. "What kind of wishes can we write?"

"Anything. You can ask for fortune, health, prosperity… even love. Some people also use lanterns to pray for those who have passed."

"Oh~ that sounds really interesting," Wuxin muses, eyes glinting.

"When will this festival be held?" Tang Lian asks.

"This midnight."

Lei Wujie’s eyes sparkle with excitement. "That sounds amazing! I want to release a lantern too! Where can we get a lantern?"

The man gestures toward the streets. "Vendors line the roadsides. You can pick different shapes and designs."

The group exchanges looks and nods in agreement. They decide to relax and enjoy the festivities, splitting into four pairs—Tang Lian with Rui, Hua Jin with Ji Xue, Lei Wujie with Ye Ruoyi and Sikong Qianluo, while Wuxin stays with Xiao Se.

Wuxin walks leisurely alongside Xiao Se, observing the various lanterns on display. "Xiao Laoban, what kind of lantern do you want to buy?"

Xiao Se glances around, rubbing his arms to fight off the cold. "Just get anything."

Wuxin shakes his head. "Xiao Se, how can you be so indifferent?"

Xiao Se clicks his tongue. "You're getting bolder, aren't you?"

"Of course." Wuxin smirks playfully, then points to a bench. "Why don’t you sit there? I’ll buy lanterns for us."

Xiao Se nods, too tired to argue. As he sits down, Wuxin takes off his robe and drapes it over Xiao Se's shoulders. He gently ruffles Xiao Se’s hair. "Be good and wait for me."

Xiao Se freezes. Before he can scold Wuxin, the monk is already walking away. Letting out a deep sigh, he leans back on the bench, clutching Wuxin’s robe. Then, his gaze drifts to the lively streets—families, friends, lovers, martial artists, nobles, and common folk all gathered to release lanterns tonight.

Will the gods really grant their wishes?

Suddenly, a small tug on his sleeve pulls him from his thoughts.

"Gege, do you want to buy a flower?" a little girl asks, looking up at him with wide eyes.

Xiao Se glances down and smiles softly. "What kind of flowers do you have?"

She lifts her basket, revealing a collection of colorful blooms. That’s when he notices that aside from lanterns, flowers are also being sold in abundance.

"Meimei, what are these flowers for? Why are so many people selling them?"

The girl beams. "It’s like the lanterns! You can scatter flowers for your prayers to be answered, or give them to family, friends, or lovers as a token of love."

Xiao Se hums thoughtfully. "Do different flowers have different meanings?"

The girl nods. "What kind of wish do you have, gege? Or is it for your lover?"

Xiao Se blinks in confusion. "Lover?"

She grins. "I saw you walking side by side with that bald gege."

Xiao Se bursts into soft laughter. "Bald gege?"

She nods enthusiastically. "Isn’t he your lover?"

Still amused, Xiao Se shakes his head, smiling. "Not yet."

The little girl gasps. "Then you must confess your feelings!"

She digs through her basket and carefully picks out a single flower. Holding it up, she declares, "This is the only red rose I have! It’s a rare flower—I got it from some Western travelers this afternoon."

Xiao Se accepts the rose, studying it. "What does this flower mean?"

The girl smiles proudly. "I love you."

Xiao Se stills.

She continues, "My mother says, even though it’s a simple phrase, many people find it hard to say. That’s why they give this flower instead—to express their feelings to someone special."

For a moment, Xiao Se stares at the delicate flower in his hand. Then, he chuckles softly and hands the girl a silver coin.

Her eyes widen. "Gege! I don’t have enough change!"

Xiao Se pats her head gently. "Keep it. Go enjoy the festival."

The little girl beams, bowing deeply. "Thank you so much, gege!" She scurries away, happily clutching her basket.

Xiao Se remains on the bench, twirling the rose between his fingers softly. His gaze lingers on the flower, his thoughts drifting far away.

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Wuxin strides down the road, looking at the lanterns he is about to buy. He notices various kinds of flowers also for sale.

"Young man, here. Buy my lantern and some flowers."

"Laoban, what kind of lantern do you want?"

"Young man, take a look first!"

The sellers compete to offer Wuxin their wares, but his eyes are drawn to an old man selling plain lanterns. He approaches and asks, "Mister, why are your lanterns different from the others?"

The old man shrugs. "I’m just too lazy to paint them, so I sell them plain."

Wuxin raises an eyebrow, his eyes glinting with interest. "Oh?"

He picks up two plain lanterns. The old man looks at him and asks, "Is it for your lover?"

Wuxin smiles and hums. "You can say that."

"Then you only need a lantern." The old man takes one from Wuxin’s hand. "Don’t you know? Couples release their lanterns together."

"Oh? So, we write our wishes on a lantern together?"

The old man nods. Wuxin smiles. "Then I'll buy this."

The old man grins. "You’re my first customer, so I'll paint your lantern for free."

Before Wuxin can reply, the old man takes the lantern from his hand, pulls out his brush and ink, and begins to paint.

"Here." He hands the now-painted lantern back to Wuxin.

Wuxin stares at the lantern, now decorated with a phoenix, a dragon, and a flower. "What these paintings mean?"

"The phoenix is you. The dragon is your loved one. And the flower is a heliotrope—a wish for eternal love," the old man explains.

Wuxin smiles, satisfied. He hands the old man a tael. "Thank you, mister."

The old man waves him off as Wuxin walks away, observing the surroundings. Many people are buying lanterns and flowers. He notices a crowded flower stall and approaches, curious.

The girl selling flowers beams at him. "Mister, do you want to buy some roses?"

"Rose?" Wuxin eyes the red flowers.

"Young man, you should buy them for your lover!" a man purchasing a bouquet blurts out.

Wuxin hums. "What does this flower mean?"

The girl, busy wrapping flowers, replies, "They mean I love you. You can give them to confess your feelings."

"Right, right! This guy here is too shy to say it out loud!" the man’s friend teases. The other customers laugh.

"Young man, they’re also a token of love," an elderly woman adds.

Intrigued, Wuxin buys a single rose. "Thank you, miss."

The girl smiles. "I wish you happiness!"

Realizing he has been gone too long, Wuxin hurries back to Xiao Se.

When he arrives, he sees Xiao Se sitting, playing with a red rose, smiling softly. Wuxin grins mischievously. "Oh, Xiao Laoban, did you buy that flower for me?"

Startled, Xiao Se quickly hides the flower. Wuxin approaches. "Why are you hiding it?"

Xiao Se glares at him, then sighs. He thrusts the flower toward Wuxin and stands. "Let’s write our wish."

Wuxin grips his wrist. "Xiao Se, do you know what this flower means?"

Xiao Se meets Wuxin’s gaze calmly. "Of course." But his ears betray him, turning red.

Wuxin gently rubs Xiao Se's ear and chuckles. "Do you mean it, Xiao Se?"

Xiao Se frowns. "Of course! Why would I give it to you otherwise? No—Then, what have we been doing all this time—"

Wuxin suddenly kisses him. Xiao Se’s eyes widen, his heartbeat exploding, just as firecrackers burst in the night sky.

"Look!" The voices of festival-goers startle Xiao Se. He pulls away, stepping back. Wuxin smirks and wipes Xiao Se’s lips.

"They’re talking about the firecrackers. Why are you so flustered—" Wuxin stops. For the first time, he sees Xiao Se truly embarrassed, his face entirely red. Wuxin pulls Xiao Se into his arms, hugging him tightly. He chuckles happily, "How is this… I really love you so much, Xiao Se."

Xiao Se hesitates before slowly returning the embrace. He mumbles softly, "Me too…"

---

As midnight arrives, firecrackers light up the sky. People release their lanterns, sending their wishes into the sea or the sky. Wuxin and Xiao Se release theirs into the sky, along with their companions.

They close their eyes and clasp their hands.

Lei Wujie, I wish to become the No. 1 martial artist!

Sikong Qianluo, I wish we manage to heal Xiao Se.

Tang Lian, I wish for our journey to be smooth.

Rui, I wish to be with Lian.

Hua Jin, I wish we can find the Fate-Weaving Deities.

Ji Xue, I wish we stay away from all troubles.

Ye Ruoyi, I wish for everyone's health.

Wuxin glances at Xiao Se, then closes his eyes. I wish to always stay with him and protect him.

Xiao Se closes his eyes. He falls silent for a moment. I wish... for everyone's happiness.

As the festival ends, people begin to disperse. Xiao Se and his companions set up tents and rest, soon falling into a deep slumber.

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In the morning, they return to a restaurant in the city for breakfast. While waiting for their food, Wuxin takes out the rose he bought last night and hands it to Xiao Se.

"Here. I forgot to give you this last night."

Xiao Se accepts the flower, raising an eyebrow. "You bought one too?"

"Of course~" Wuxin replies with a playful smile. He then leans in close to Xiao Se’s ear, whispers. "But I’d rather say I love you directly."

Xiao Se shoves Wuxin away with a click of his tongue, but the small smile on his lips betrays his good mood.

"Oh, I used my spiritual energy to preserve it so it wouldn't wither," Wuxin adds casually.

Lei Wujie notices the flower in Xiao Se’s hand, his eyes lighting up. "Oh! That’s the flower I saw last night! A lot of people were buying it!"

Sikong Qianluo’s gaze lands on the rose, and she immediately points an accusing finger at Wuxin. "You—you… How could you! To Xiao Se—!"

Ye Ruoyi, as always, calmly taps Sikong Qianluo’s hand, silencing her outburst. Sikong Qianluo pouts, glaring at Wuxin with resentment.

Rui hums. "Lian bought one for me too. Little Lei, you didn’t get one for Ruoyi?"

Tang Lian clears his throat, looking embarrassed. Lei Wujie scratches his head and says, "I didn’t have enough money, so I got Miss Ruoyi a different flower instead."

Xiao Se eyes him with interest. "Oh? What flower did you buy her?"

Sikong Qianluo suddenly slams the table, fuming. "He bought Ruoyi-jiejie white chrysanthemum!"

The others burst into laughter, while Ye Ruoyi simply smiles in understanding.

"Lei Wujie, do you know what white chrysanthemum mean?" Hua Jin asks, raising her eyebrows. 

Lei Wujie scratches his head sheepishly. "I may be dumb, but I know they’re usually for… well, the deceased."

He rubs his nose awkwardly. "Uh… but can’t it just be a flower I gave her?"

A brief silence falls over the group before they erupt into laughter again.

Wuxin smirks. "Oh~ I think you made a tiny bit of progress, Lei Wujie."

Ji Xue wipes a tear from the corner of his eye. "But still, it’s a meaningful gesture… in its own way."

Lei Wujie can only grin sheepishly.

Rui leans toward Ye Ruoyi, who sits across from her, and teases, "Ruoyi, how do you feel about it?"

Ye Ruoyi smiles softly. "Although the flower choice was… questionable, I understand his sincerity."

Lei Wujie looks touched, while the others break into laughter once more.

---

After resting for a day, they resume their journey.

"We’ll reach a bigger city soon to restock our supplies," Tang Lian says. The group nods in understanding.

Days pass, and the first snowfall arrives. They pause to admire the view, the world around them turning into a quiet expanse of white. Wuxin drapes a thick blanket over Xiao Se and pulls him into a warm embrace.

Hua Jin suddenly remarks, "Seeing the first snow reminds me of the first time I met Xiao Se."

The others turn to her with interest. Lei Wujie asks eagerly, "Oh? How did you two first meet?"

Still leaning against Wuxin, Xiao Se answers lazily, "It was a month after my meridians broke. My master asked her to come heal me."

Wuxin hums thoughtfully. "So, you met as a physician and patient?"

"What else?!" Sikong Qianluo snaps. "Your mind is always filthy, you perverted monk!"

Wuxin raises an eyebrow. "I didn’t say anything?"

Xiao Se sighs, exasperated. Hua Jin crosses her arms, grumbling, "His condition was really severe back then. He spent two and a half years recuperating before suddenly vanishing before I could fully heal him! He was the most troublesome patient I’ve ever had!"

Wuxin smirks. "So, you ran away, Xiao Laoban?"

Xiao Se merely folds his arms in silence. Hua Jin glares at him, clearly still holding a grudge.

Sikong Qianluo suddenly asks, "Say, Hua Jin, if Xiao Se hadn’t run away, could you have healed him completely?"

Hua Jin lets out a sigh. "Of course not. But at least I could have eased the pain."

"Alright, that’s enough. Let bygones be bygones," Tang Lian interjects. "Right now, we focus on the present."

With that, they continue their journey until they finally reach a big city.

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As they settle into the inn in the city, the group orders lunch. While waiting, Xiao Se discreetly leans toward Ji Xue and asks, "How is Tianqi?"

Ji Xue sips his tea calmly before replying, "General Ye's army and Xiao Lingchen manage to capture Yan Zhantian. And with Su Muyu's help, they also succeed in suppressing the Dark River."

Xiao Se traces the rim of his cup with his finger, his brows slightly furrowed. "Strange... Why is he caught so easily? Could it be a trap? It doesn't make sense for them to have joined forces only for Yan Zhantian to be taken so simply."

"You're right." Ji Xue nods. "That's why the royal palace is on full guard now."

Xiao Se falls into deep thought. "For now, we must also be cautious. Even though the Dark River has been suppressed, we can't be sure if Xiao Yu's remaining faction will seize this opportunity to make a move."

Ji Xue gives another nod, understanding the weight of the situation. Their food arrives, and the conversation is set aside as they eat. Later, Xiao Se relays the news about Tianqi to the others.

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As night falls, after dinner, everyone retires to their respective rooms. Xiao Se is waiting for Wuxin to bring warm water for his bath when a sharp pain suddenly strikes him. His chest tightens, and he coughs violently, struggling for breath.

With a trembling hand, he reaches into his sleeve, pulling out a small pill bottle. He quickly takes a pill, swallowing it dry. It takes a few minutes, but eventually, the pain eases, leaving him breathless and exhausted. He looks down at the bottle in his palm. So far, he has already taken six pills. Each one has dulled the pain, but he has a sinking feeling that the next time the pain strikes, it will be worse.

"Xiao Se."

Startled, Xiao Se looks up to see Wuxin standing in front of him. He hasn’t even noticed when the monk has entered.

Wuxin frowns and takes the bottle from Xiao Se’s hand. "How many pills have you taken?"

"Six," Xiao Se admits without hesitation.

Wuxin’s frown deepens. "Does it hurt that much?" he asks, concern lacing his voice as his eyes roam over Xiao Se’s pale face. Carefully, he reaches out, his fingers grazing against Xiao Se’s cheek.

Xiao Se instinctively leans into the touch, humming softly—an ambiguous sound that could mean either yes or no. But Wuxin knows. If Xiao Se is taking these pills, it means the pain is unbearable.

Sitting beside him, Wuxin pulls Xiao Se into his embrace. "Xiao Se, if you ever feel pain, even a little, tell me immediately."

Xiao Se huffs, about to argue, but Wuxin cuts him off. "I’m not asking. It’s a must."

Xiao Se frowns, clearly unhappy with the demand. Wuxin pulls away just enough to meet his eyes. "A few days ago, we sealed our relationship. You—no, we—must take responsibility for each other."

Xiao Se blinks, utterly dumbfounded. "Sealed... Responsibility—what?"

Wuxin smirks. "Xiao Se, what do you think our relationship is?"

Xiao Se falls silent, unsure how to respond. Wuxin, ever the dramatist, feigns heartbreak. "Xiao Laoban, is this how you treat me? After you stole my first kiss, you—"

Before he can finish, Xiao Se clamps a hand over Wuxin’s mouth, face burning red. "You!"

Wuxin’s eyes glint mischievously. He licks Xiao Se’s palm, and the other immediately recoils, shoving him away in shock.

"Wuxin!" Xiao Se’s pale face is now flushed a deep crimson. He hugs his hands—that Wuxin licked—tightly. His mouth opens and closes, struggling for words.

Wuxin chuckles, clearly pleased. "Xiao Se, we have already sealed our relationship. So, we must love and support each other through life’s ups and downs, for better or for worse, for richer, for poorer, in sickness and in health."

Xiao Se gapes at him. "You’re really unbelievable," he mutters.

"So, promise me. Tell me if you’re in pain, even the slightest bit."

Wuxin’s voice has lost its teasing edge, his gaze now steady and serious. Xiao Se holds his stare for a long moment before sighing in defeat. "Alright. I promise."

A satisfied smile curls on Wuxin’s lips. Without warning, he leans in and presses a kiss to Xiao Se’s lips. Xiao Se tenses, startled, but soon melts into it, deepening the kiss.

When they finally pull away, catching their breaths, their gazes lock. Wuxin’s lips curl into another smirk. "Let’s take a bath later."

Xiao Se stares at him in disbelief. "Are you really a monk? You always say you’ve left your secular life!"

Wuxin chuckles. "Then, from now on, I’m back to my secular life."

Xiao Se gives him another incredulous look before they both burst into soft laughter. After a while, silence settles around them. Their eyes meet gently, and before they know it, their breaths intertwine as they surrender to the heat that envelops them.

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In the morning, Wuxin comes downstairs to join the others for breakfast, taking a portion for Xiao Se as well. As he sits down, Sikong Qianluo frowns.

"Where’s Xiao Se?"  

"He’s still sleeping. I’ll bring his breakfast up later," Wuxin says casually, taking a bite of his bun.

Hua Jin eyes him with concern. "Is he sick?"  

"Oh, now that you mention it… He took his pill last night," Wuxin exhales heavily. "That makes six this month."

Silence falls over the group. Lei Wujie’s eyes widen. "Six!? No—when did he take it? How did we not notice!?"

Wuxin shakes his head. "Even I, who am always by his side, didn’t notice."

The room grows heavier. Tang Lian breaks the silence. "We need to reach Yiling as soon as possible."

The others nod in agreement. Rui adds, "Let’s buy everything we need today so we can leave first thing tomorrow."

They quickly divide the tasks to wrap up their errands in the city. Hua Jin follows Wuxin upstairs to Xiao Se’s room.

Xiao Se is just waking up, stretching with a groan. His body aches, his throat feels dry, and an overall sense of discomfort lingers. He clicks his tongue, grumbling hoarsely, "That damn monk…"

Just then, Wuxin enters, carrying his breakfast, with Hua Jin trailing behind. The moment Hua Jin sees Xiao Se’s disheveled state, she freezes. Then, her face turns red as she curses and covers her eyes.

"You—! What the hell did you two do last night!?" she accuses. "You—You perverted monk! How could you do that to a patient!?"

Wuxin places the tray on the table, then calmly helps Xiao Se adjust his inner robe, which has slipped open, revealing telltale marks from the previous night. He hums, amused. "Why are you only yelling at me? Xiao Se wanted it too."

Xiao Se merely rolls his eyes, leaning back against the headboard as Wuxin begins feeding him. Hua Jin stares at them, speechless.

"You do realize I’m still a minor?" she mutters resentfully. But the two pay her no mind, continuing as if she isn’t there.

Clicking her tongue, Hua Jin steps forward and grabs Xiao Se’s wrist to check his pulse. Her frown deepens.

"You’re weaker than before," she says sternly, meeting his gaze. "From now on, I’ll check your pulse every morning and night."

She lets go of his hand, her expression serious. "You can’t do anything strenuous. And if you ever feel pain, come to me first before taking another pill."

Then, she turns her sharp gaze to Wuxin. "And you—monk—watch him closely! Don’t exhaust him!"

With another curse under her breath, she storms out. "I’ll make some tonic, so just rest today!"

As the door slams shut, Xiao Se, still nibbling on his bun, shoots Wuxin a sideways glance. "You’re a dog," he deadpans.

Wuxin smirks and loosens his collar slightly, revealing bite marks and bruises scattered across his skin. "Look, Xiao Laoban. Aren’t you the same?"

Xiao Se’s ears turn red, but he maintains his unimpressed expression. "Consider it a small price. My whole body aches. You’re responsible for helping me all day."

Wuxin chuckles, leaning in to press a kiss to his cheek. "I’ll help you for a lifetime, my prince."

Xiao Se clicks his tongue but says nothing, silently accepting Wuxin’s words.

Chapter Text

At night, Xiao Se goes downstairs with Wuxin. He coughs softly, feeling sluggish. Wuxin glances at him, concerned. "Why don’t you rest in the room? I’ll bring your dinner."

Xiao Se shakes his head. "No. I’ll feel even worse if I stay in bed all day."

Wuxin sighs at his stubbornness, but says nothing as they make their way to their group’s table. The inn is bustling tonight, filled with chatter and clinking cups.

Lei Wujie and Sikong Qianluo’s eyes light up when they see Xiao Se approaching.

"Xiao Se!" Lei Wujie calls out excitedly. "How are you feeling?"

Xiao Se hums in response, not giving a clear answer.

Sikong Qianluo frowns. "You’re so pale. You look exhausted... Are you really okay?"

Xiao Se accepts the tea Wuxin hands him and takes a small sip. His voice comes out hoarse. "I’m fine."

"Fine, my ass!" Hua Jin, who has just arrived, scolds him. "Look at yourself!"

Without waiting for permission, she grabs Xiao Se’s wrist, checking his pulse. Her frown deepens.

"Why is your condition getting worse?" she mutters before whipping her head toward Wuxin, eyes blazing. "You—! No—are you serious!? Are the two of you do it—"

Before she can finish, Xiao Se cuts in flatly, "Of course not."

The others—except Lei Wujie, of course—stare at Xiao Se and Wuxin in disbelief.  

Sikong Qianluo’s eyes blaze with fury as she points her spear at Wuxin. "You beast! How dare you do that to Xiao Se!?"

Wuxin raises his hands in surrender. "Alright, alright, don’t be mad. Xiao Se also wanted—"  

A sharp pinch to his waist cuts him off mid-sentence. Xiao Se shoots him a cold, warning glare.

"You!" Sikong Qianluo lunges, but Tang Lian clears his throat loudly. "Alright, let’s just sit down and eat."

"But, Dashixiong! Look at what he did to Xiao Se!" she complains.

Tang Lian coughs again. "We’ll eat first. Talk later."

"Lian~ are you that hungry?" Rui teases, offering him a small fruit.

Tang Lian clears his throat again, visibly embarrassed.

Sikong Qianluo clicks her tongue in annoyance, while Ji Xue rolls her eyes, clearly tired of this group’s antics.

Lei Wujie, oblivious, scratches his head. "Qianluo-Shijie, why are you mad—"

"Lei Wujie, here. Try this, it’s delicious." Ye Ruoyi places a chicken thigh in his bowl.

Lei Wujie’s eyes light up. He grins. "Miss Ruoyi, thank you!"

Without missing a beat, he grabs another chicken thigh and puts it in her bowl. "Here! Eat this too!"

And with that, the group finally settles into their meal. Sikong Qianluo eats while glaring at Wuxin every time he puts side dishes into Xiao Se’s bowl.

---

"Drink this, then rest." Hua Jin hands Xiao Se a tonic.

He drinks it quickly but immediately coughs, his body shaking from the intensity. Wuxin hurriedly helps him wipe away the spilled tonic, worry etched across his face.  

"It’s more bitter than usual," Xiao Se manages to say, his voice strained.

"Serves you right!" Hua Jin huffs. "If you don’t want bitter medicine, take better care of yourself."

She glares at him. "Now, sleep. If you feel any pain, call me immediately. And you—" she turns to Wuxin with a sharp look. "Take care of him properly! Don’t mess around!"

With that, she storms out, slamming the door behind her.

"Aiyah~" Wuxin sighs, helping Xiao Se get comfortable in bed. "Why does everyone accuse me? Doesn’t it take two people to do—"

"I’m a patient. Of course, it’s your fault," Xiao Se cuts him off.

Wuxin clutches his chest in mock pain. "Xiao Laoban, aren’t you also want—"

"You’re the monk. You should be the one with self-restraint."

"How can I restrain myself when it’s you?" Wuxin murmurs, his eyes glinting mischievously.

Xiao Se sighs, exasperated. He folds his arms. "Sleep outside."

Wuxin immediately drops his teasing, raising three fingers. "I swear I’ll restrain myself—unless you really want to."

Xiao Se glares.

Wuxin quickly adds, "Only when the time and conditions are right."

Xiao Se sighs again. "Just sleep."

With that, Wuxin climbs into bed, pulls Xiao Se into his arms, and wraps them both in blankets. Xiao Se leans against his chest, frowning slightly.

"I’m cold," he murmurs.

Wuxin tightens his hold. "I’ll keep you warm."

"My head feels a little dizzy."

Wuxin gently rubs his head. "I’ll take care of you."

Xiao Se looks up at him. "Kiss me."  

Wuxin's eyes widen in surprise, but a pleased smile tugs at his lips. He leans in—only for Xiao Se to turn away at the last second.

"Look at you," Xiao Se grumbles. "Just a moment ago, you swore you’d restrain yourself. I’m sick, but you still want to do it." He turns his back to Wuxin. "All your master’s teachings have gone to waste."

Wuxin chuckles and hugs him from behind. "How can I resist when you’re acting so spoiled?"

Xiao Se shoots him an annoyed glance.

Wuxin sighs in defeat. "Alright, alright. It’s all my fault for not following my master’s teachings. I’ll restrain myself."

Xiao Se exhales, then turns back around so Wuxin can hold him properly.

Wuxin smiles softly, pulling him close and rubbing his head. "Now, sleep. We’re leaving tomorrow."

And with that, they fall into a peaceful silence, sinking into the night.

Chapter Text

Morning arrives, and the group continues their journey toward Yiling. Only one more city remains before they reach their destination.

In that final city, they receive word from a Bai Xiao Sect informant, The Emperor and Xiao Lingchen have successfully defeated Xiao Yu and Dark River Assassins.

Relieved yet cautious, the group decides to stay in the city, as a relentless snowstorm forces them to delay their journey. Each day brings heavier snowfall, biting winds, and a thick blanket of frost that lingers long after morning breaks. Roofs sag under the weight of snow. The streets are coated in a layer of slippery ice, and even the locals move slower, bundled in furs and thick scarves.

“It’s said the weather’s like this because we’re getting close to the border between the martial arts world and the cultivation world,” Rui mentions one night over dinner, gazing out the frosted window. “The balance between qi and spiritual energy isn’t as stable near the border.”

They remain in the city for nearly two weeks, using the time to rest, recover, and—more importantly—search for any information about the mysterious Fate-Weaving Deities. But instead of answers, what they uncover is far from what they expect.

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One evening, Xiao Se and the others are gathered around a table at the inn, warming their hands with cups of hot tea, when the door bursts open.

"Xiao Se! You won’t believe the rumor I just heard!" Lei Wujie calls out, pulling off his bamboo hat and thick cloak, both damp with mist and snow. He pats his shoulders briskly, brushing off the lingering snowflakes. Tang Lian and Ji Xue follow close behind, their expressions unreadable.

Everyone turns toward them. Wuxin raises an eyebrow. “Oh? What kind of rumor?”

Lei Wujie plops down beside him, eagerly grabbing a cup of tea. Rui hands drinks to Tang Lian and Ji Xue and waits for them to settle.

“We heard... well, some disturbing things about the Fate-Weaving Deities,” Lei Wujie says in a hushed tone.

Hua Jin frowns. “What kind of disturbing things?”

Ji Xue leans forward. “Some merchants claimed they’re incarnations of evil. That before they disappeared, they slaughtered many cultivators in the cultivation world.”

The room falls silent. Even the wind seems to pause, brushing faintly against the windows.

Hua Jin slams her hand on the table. “That’s absurd! They’re Deities! How could they possibly be evil!?”

Xiao Se sighs, unfazed. “That’s like saying, ‘He’s a monk, so how could he be perverted?’” He glances pointedly at Wuxin.

Wuxin puts his hands together with mock piety. “Amitabha. While I can’t argue with that, I do have my reasons. And of course, most of them involve my Xiao Se.” He adds with a playful smile, “They say every action has a cause and effect. Maybe those Deities had reasons for what they did.”

Tang Lian nods. “Wuxin’s right. We don’t know whether they killed innocents or corrupted cultivators.”

“Then we have to go to Yiling as soon as possible!” Sikong Qianluo declares. “The truth must be there!”

Ye Ruoyi, who has been quietly listening, adds, “The weather’s been improving. The day after tomorrow, we should be able to travel.”

Everyone nods in agreement, their hearts now heavier with questions than before. The snow continues to fall outside, soft but unyielding—just like the path ahead.

Chapter Text

On the first day of the fourth month, the group finally arrives at Yiling.

Despite the cold, the city is bustling with life. Merchants shout over one another from behind their stalls, carts rattle down cobbled streets, martial artists and cultivators brush past with hurried steps, and stray dogs weave between passersby. The clamor of the city rises above the snow-blanketed rooftops, vibrant and chaotic.

Tang Lian steers their carriage toward a modest inn tucked along a quieter alley. Once the check-in is complete, the group retreats to their rooms to rest and warm up. By dinnertime, the main hall of the inn is glowing with lanternlight and the scent of spiced stew.

They gather around a long wooden table.

“So,” Lei Wujie says, scratching his head, “where do we even start?”

Sikong Qianluo props her chin on her hand and sighs. “The closer we got to Yiling, the darker the rumors became. People are practically calling the Fate-Weaving Deities devils.”

Xiao Se takes a sip of hot tea, unbothered. “Then we go with the flow.” He raises his hand to call the waiter.

“Bring us the best food you have,” he says, placing a pouch of gold coins on the table. “And sit with us. We’re travelers who love a good story—especially the kind that come from the cultivation world.”

The waiter’s eyes gleam with delight. “Right away, Laoban! Let me inform the kitchen first!”

He dashes off.

Lei Wujie gives Xiao Se a thumbs-up. “Capitalism is amazing!”

---

A little while later, their table is full of piping hot dishes, and the waiter returns, sitting near them with a steaming cup in hand.

“So, Laoban,” the waiter begins cheerfully, “what kind of legend would you like to hear?”

“We heard some disturbing things on the way here,” Wuxin says, carefully picking bones from a piece of fish and placing it on Xiao Se’s plate. “Something about the Fate-Weaving Deities being evil incarnations.”

“Ah... those Deities,” the waiter sighs. “You’ve heard it wrong. It’s been years, but that stories still get passed around like wildfire.”

“So, it’s false rumors?” Ye Ruoyi asks quietly.

The waiter scratches his cheek. “Uh... You can say it like that...”

Xiao Se frowns. "If that's the case, then why are there such rumors?"

The waiter explains. "A few years ago, there was a huge misunderstanding… and it all started with the Yiling Laozu."

“Yiling Laozu? We’ve heard his name,” Tang Lian says. “Who was he, really?”

“He was a demonic cultivator,” the waiter replies.

Lei Wujie gasps. "Demonic cultivator!?"

He then glances at Wuxin, who gives him a creepy smile. Lei Wujie quickly clears his throat.

Rui asks. “Is he that dangerous?”

“Of course,” the waiter says with a shrug. “But it's just a misunderstanding after all.”

"You called it a huge misunderstanding—what exactly happened to make such awful rumors spread everywhere?" Qianluo asks eagerly. "You have to tell us everything!"

The waiter clears his throat, adjusting his seat. “Alright. I'll tell you the misunderstanding first. So, it's started with the Yiling Laozu, Wei Wuxian.”

“Wei Wuxian...” Xiao Se echoes, chewing slowly. “Was he part of a sect?”

“Indeed. He belonged to the Yunmeng Jiang Sect. The previous sect leader took him in from the streets, gave him shelter, food, even a place in the sect. Some say he was the leader’s illegitimate child—that’s why he received such favor.”

He pauses to drink, then continues. “But instead of repaying that kindness, he brought the sect to ruin.”

“What kind of ruin?” Ji Xue asks, her brows furrowed.

“This story is really long...” the waiter mutters, but Xiao Se places another gold coin on the table.

The waiter grins. “All right, then. Years ago, the cultivation world was ruled by five great sects. But the leader of one, Wen Ruohan, became obsessed with power and immortality. He attacked smaller sects, gathered strength, and eventually targeted the Gusu Lan Sect.”

“I read about this,” Ye Ruoyi chimes in. The others turn to her as she explains, “There was a great war. Four of the major sects—the Gusu Lan, Yunmeng Jiang, Qinghe Nie, and Lanling Jin—rose against Wen Ruohan’s tyranny.”

The waiter nods, impressed. “That’s right. The war was brutal. But the Jiang Sect's fall came when Wei Wuxian helped one of the heir of the Gusu Lan Sect from the Wen Clan’s wrath. In retaliation, the Wen attacked Yunmeng. That night, the Jiang sect leader and his wife were killed. The sect was nearly wiped out. Only two young heirs and Wei Wuxian survived.”

The group listens, their food forgotten.

“But that sounds... noble,” Hua Jin comments. “Helped an heir of Gusu Lan sect.”

“You’re right,” the waiter corrects. “But, at that time, Wei Wuxian's act considered a big mistake that led Yunmeng Jiang Sect into ruin.”

Xiao Se sighs. “This misunderstanding is tangled in too many threads.”

“Indeed,” the waiter agrees. “After the Jiang Sect’s fall, Wei Wuxian disappeared. They said he went to the Burial Mounds—that cursed place—seeking forbidden power. When he returned, he’d abandoned sword cultivation. He used demonic techniques, summoned fierce spirits, and—worse—forsook everything he once was.”

“And then?” Sikong Qianluo prompts.

“Then came the war against Wen Ruohan. Wei Wuxian fought on the side of the righteous... at first. But once the war ended, he began deviate. He gathered the surviving Wen clansmen and sheltered them at the Burial Mounds. He was expelled from the Jiang Sect. Then, formed his own army. An army of the dead."

“Living corpses!?” Lei Wujie asks, eyes wide.

The waiter nods solemnly. "Fierce and near unstoppable. Stronger even than Wen Ruohan’s forces. They called him Yiling Laozu—not just as a title, but as a warning.”

Wuxin leans in. “Then, where is he now? What happened to him? How do the Deities come into all this? And how the misunderstanding was cleared?”

The waiter clearing his throat. “Well... you see...”

Chapter Text

The waiter clears his throat. “Well... you see... the misunderstanding was eventually cleared by Wei Wuxian’s son, Lan Sizhui.”

“Oh~ he has a son?” Rui asks, eyes widening in curiosity.

The waiter nods. “He’s the adopted son of Wei Wuxian and Lan Wangji—the former heir of the Gusu Lan Sect.”

"He's a demonic cultivator but married to the Gusu Lan sect?" Ji Xue thinks thoughtfully. 

The waiter rubs his nose awkwardly. “Uh... well, they’re not married, exactly. They’re both male, after all.”

A brief silence settles over the group as everyone instinctively glances at Xiao Se and Wuxin with subtle understanding.

Xiao Se coughs lightly. “So... how did he clear his a-die’s name?”

“Ah... well, you see...” The waiter leans in and lowers his voice to a whisper, as if sharing a scandalous secret. “Wei Wuxian... is the one who’s called a-niang.”

The silence deepens.

Wuxin smirks, his voice half-amused, half-genuine. “Then... how exactly did he clear his a-niang’s name?”

The waiter begins his story, “So, it all started two years ago… Back then, the cultivation world was still suffering under the curse of the Fate-Weaving Deities—”

“Curse!?” Lei Wujie interrupts, eyes wide in shock. The others look equally startled.

The waiter nods solemnly. “Yes. You see, sixteen years ago—on the very day Lan Wangji was punished by the cultivation world—Wei Wuxian and the Fate-Weaving Deities appeared to save him. Before they vanished, the Deities left a chilling warning: that the heavens would one day punish the cultivation world for its sins.”

He lowers his voice, letting the weight of his words sink in.

“Since that day, disaster has struck every year without fail. Famine, extreme weather, disease, poverty, etc… One calamity after another. It’s said that the world has been paying the price ever since.”

Wuxin frowns. “How powerful are these Deities? They can curse people? Aren’t they gods?”

"What did Lan Wangji do to be punished?" Tang Lian asks, brows furrowed.

The waiter shrugs, slightly sheepish. “Isn’t it what people say—that the Fate-Weaving Deities are immortals who rejected godhood? Doesn’t that make them gods in all but name?”

He scratches the back of his head. “And about Lan Wangji—”

“Just get back to the story!” Sikong Qianluo interrupts, arms crossed and tapping her foot. “You’re going to tell us all of it anyway, right!?”

“Ah! That’s right, that’s right!” The waiter nods quickly, a little afraid. He continues, “So—when the cultivation world was suffering under the curse of the Fate-Weaving Deities, none of the other Deities intervened. Not a single one.”

The group listens intently as he lowers his voice again.

“But then... two disciples of the Deities descended to help. The first was Xiao Xingchen—disciple of Baoshan Sanren. He arrived three years after the curse began. And the second came two years ago, Lan Sizhui, the disciple of Sword Immortal and Great Shaman of Nanjiang."

Wuxin raises an eyebrow. “What a great fellow... Disciple of two Deities?”

“In fact, he’s the disciple of four Deities!” the waiter exclaims, clearly impressed. “The Fate-Weaving Deities are his masters too!”

Lei Wujie’s eyes light up. “Whoa! This Lan Sizhui must be really strong!”

Hua Jin clicks her tongue. “Back to the story already!”

The waiter continues. "At that time, Lan Sizhui only known as Sword Immortal and Great Shaman of Nanjiang's disciple. He hid his parent's identity and the fact that he have two other masters because of the condition at that time."

"The bad rumors about them must still be scattered everywhere..." Ye Ruoyi mutters. 

The waiter nods eagerly. “Exactly! Because the cultivators didn’t know his true identity, they shamelessly competed to invite him to their sects. But Lan Sizhui refused every invitation. He was always just there to help those in trouble, never asking for anything in return. His name grew more famous when he managed to find a cure for the plague and freely gave out the prescription to help others. Many people, especially the civilians, grew to admire him. Some even started calling him the true Hanguang-jun, not realizing that Lan Sizhui was actually the son of the former Hanguang-jun, Lan Wangji himself.”

Xiao Se hums thoughtfully. “Hanguang-jun… the Lord of Light Bringer. That’s quite a noble title...”

The waiter sighs deeply, shaking his head. “After a while, it became clear that Lan Sizhui’s mission wasn’t just to help people—he also wanted to clear his parents’ names.”

He looks around the group, voice lowering with gravity. “I don’t know all the details, but ever since Lan Sizhui appeared, the misunderstandings about Wei Wuxian and Lan Wangji started to come to light, one by one. It turns out they were just scapegoats for Jin Guangyao’s schemes. For years, that man framed Wei Wuxian, using him as a pawn for his own ambition.” He lets out a heavy sigh.

"Who’s this Jin Guangyao?" Lei Wujie asks.

"He’s the real villain!" the waiter replies with conviction. "He’s the illegitimate son of Jin Guangshan, the former leader of the Lanling Jin Sect. At first, he framed Wei Wuxian and used him as a scapegoat just to gain recognition from his father. But eventually, he went even further—killing countless innocent people without ever dirtying his own hands. He let Wei Wuxian take the blame instead."

"How cruel!" Sikong Qianluo exclaims. Lei Wujie nods in agreement.

Wuxin leans forward, curiosity sparking in his eyes. “So how exactly was Wei Wuxian framed?”

The waiter lowers his voice slightly as he begins.

“The first time Wei Wuxian was framed happened at Qiongqi Path. At that time, Wei Wuxian saved the surviving Wen clan members. He killed several guards who were torturing and murdering them—people who consisting of elders, civilians, and children that already defenseless. One of those who died was his friend, Wen Ning. Enraged, Wei Wuxian used demonic cultivation to resurrect him. Wen Ning came back as a fierce corpse, later known as the Ghost General. That’s when rumors started saying Wei Wuxian had taken over the Wen remnants to build an army.”

He pauses, watching their expressions before continuing.

“The second incident occurred during his nephew’s 100th-day celebration. His shijie and her husband, Jin Zixuan—the former heir of the Jin Sect—had invited Wei Wuxian as their son’s uncle. But the cultivators used that gathering as a trap to kill him. Amid the chaos, someone manipulated Wen Ning and forced him to kill Jin Zixuan. Afterward, rumors spread that Wei Wuxian had murdered his own brother-in-law.”

The group falls silent, listening closely.

“The final—and most tragic—incident was the Siege of the Burial Mounds. That night, Wei Wuxian lost control after his shijie was gravely injured while protecting him from an attack. Consumed by grief and rage, he lashed out and killed hundreds of cultivators. But once again, the rumors twisted the truth—claiming that he had slaughtered innocent people and even killed his own shijie.”

The waiter lets out a breath and adds solemnly,

“There were other incidents too—but those three were the worst. And after everything, it turned out Wei Wuxian was repeatedly framed… all part of Jin Guangyao’s plans.”

Xiao Se frowns and murmurs, "How cunning he is... using others like pieces in his board game."

"He’s the one who should be called the incarnation of evil!" Hua Jin huffs grumpily.

Then, Rui suddenly asks, "What about Lan Wangji? Why was he punished? And why did Wei Wuxian and the Deities come to save him?"

“Ah! That’s because he sided with Wei Wuxian,” the waiter replies. “You know how strict and righteous their sect is. But Lan Wangji—he truly was the epitome of righteousness."

“When everyone else turned their swords on Wei Wuxian, even the Yunmeng Jiang Sect, Lan Wangji stood by him—bravely, unwavering. He helped Wei Wuxian and the Wen remnants escape from death. But back then, people saw his actions as betrayal. They believed he had fallen from grace. That’s why he was punished.”

Rui props up her chin and comments, “So Lan Wangji was the only one who could tell right from wrong at the time.”

The waiter nods. “Exactly. It’s because he could tell right from wrong that he helped Wei Wuxian. Even when the whole world turned against him, Lan Wangji stood beside him. He believed Wei Wuxian must have had his reasons for choosing demonic cultivation."

"What kind of punishment did Lan Wangji receive?" Tang Lian asks.

The waiter sighs heavily. "He was stripped of his status for tarnishing his clan’s name. His cultivation was abolished, because they claimed he used it to protect evil. And worst of all... he was whipped with the Discipline Whip—once for every life they believed Wei Wuxian had taken. The punishment was made public, to serve as a warning to others."

Lei Wujie gasps. "That’s unbelievably cruel!"

"The audacity!" Sikong Qianluo slams her hand on the table. "The cultivators went way too far!"

Hua Jin scoffs, arms crossed. "Abolishing someone's cultivation is no different from a death sentence. And he accepted it!?"

Xiao Se murmurs, voice barely above a whisper. "I can’t imagine how much that must’ve hurt..."

He clenches his fists under the table. My shattered meridians already cause unbearable pain... to have everything erased like that...

Wuxin glances at Xiao Se. Without a word, he gently take Xiao Se’s clenched hand in his. His warmth and calm presence quietly offering support and encouragement.

Ye Ruoyi, after a moment of thought, looked up and asks softly, “Then... do you know how Wei Wuxian met the Fate-Weaving Deities?”

Chapter Text

The waiter shakes his head. “I’m not exactly sure how Wei Wuxian met the Deities. All I know is, when the sects held a public punishment for Lan Wangji, that was the moment Wei Wuxian and the Deities appeared together for the first time—to save him. After that, they vanished for many years.”

“Some people say that Lan Wangji was the one who met them first and begged them to protect Wei Wuxian and the Wen remnants. Others say the Deities appeared on their own, because one of them could see the future and foresaw the injustice that would befall Wei Wuxian and the Wen clan. And there are those who believe it was simply heaven’s will that brought them together. No one really knows for sure. Even Lan Sizhui never explained it.”

“What about the real reason why Wei Wuxian chose demonic cultivation?” Rui asks.

“Oh! That—I know!” the waiter says excitedly. “When the truth about Wei Wuxian’s reason came to light two years ago, a lot of people felt guilty and full of regret. Sect leader Jiang even gone crazy for guilt!"

He sighs. "Turns out, he didn’t have a golden core—the very thing all cultivators rely on.”

“Huh? Why not?” Sikong Qianluo asks, frowning. “The golden core is the heart of cultivation. Without it, you can’t cultivate at all.”

The waiter nods gravely. “That’s because he gave his own golden core away—to sect leader Jiang.”

“You can give your golden core to someone else?” Hua Jin widen her eyes in disbelief.

“That’s right,” the waiter nods. “On the night the Yunmeng Jiang Sect fell into ruin, their heir—who is now the current sect leader, Jiang Wanyin—had his golden core melted by the Wen Clan.”

“Wei Wuxian, who felt responsible and in debt to the Jiang Sect, came up with a way to return his shidi’s golden core. With the help of Wen Qing—Wen Ning’s sister—they discovered a method no one had ever dared to try before, the golden core transfer. Thus, Wei Wuxian gave his own golden core to sect leader Jiang,” the waiter explains solemnly. 

"Golden core transfer..." Hua Jin mutters. Turns out, there's still so much I don’t know...

“But at that time, the war with the Wen Clan was still raging. Wei Wuxian wanted to keep helping the war, but without a golden core, he had no other option. To cover up his weakness, he had to take the demonic cultivation path. And because he hid the truth so well... everyone misunderstood him. They called him evil, they feared him—never knowing the real reason behind his choice.”

"This Wei Wuxian is really kind-hearted," Lei Wujie praises.

"But he's stupid! Why did he hide all of that?!" Sikong Qianluo huffs. "If he had just been honest from the start, there wouldn’t have been all those misunderstandings and false accusations that ended so tragically."

Wuxin smirks. "Not everything can be spoken so easily. He’s not like you—a brute."

"You—!" Sikong Qianluo starts to snap back, but Ye Ruoyi quickly holds her back.

Tang Lian sighs at the familiar bickering between Wuxin and Sikong Qianluo, then asks quietly,

“Then… where are they now? Wei Wuxian, Lan Wangji, the Deities—how can we find them?”

The waiter’s expression turns solemn.

"They’re dead. Lan Wangji and Wei Wuxian… died years ago."

The others widen their eyes.

"Ah!? They died?!" Lei Wujie repeats in shock.

The waiter nods solemnly.
"I heard Lan Wangji died not long after the day he was punished. But the cause of his death... is poison. It turns out the Jin clan poisoned him before the punishment."

"He’s punished while poisoned?” Ye Ruoyi murmurs, her voice filled with worry.

Tang Lian frowns. "What kind of poison? Aren’t the Deities there? They should be able to heal him."

The waiter sighs heavily. "It’s a new type of poison—still under trial at that time. The Deities have too little time. I heard it’s only a matter of days. So, they failed to identify the poison, and without knowing what it is, they can’t create an antidote. In the end… Lan Wangji died.”

The air grows heavy with silence.

"Because of that," the waiter continues, "Wei Wuxian and the Deities realized there’s a deeper conspiracy behind all the past incidents. But before he died, Lan Wangji made one last request, he asked Wei Wuxian and the Deities not to take revenge on the corrupt cultivators. He also entrusts Lan Sizhui to look after Wei Wuxian and stop him from seeking vengeance."

He pauses, his voice lowering. "After that, Wei Wuxian isolated himself from the cultivation world. He raised Lan Sizhui in seclusion. And ten years later… once his son grown up, he follows Lan Wangji. They say he died of a broken heart. That he stayed live only long enough to see his son grow."

"What a tragic couple..." Rui sighs dramatically.

"It’s so sad..." Lei Wujie sniffles.

Tang Lian adds. "But he was a great parent."

"What about the Deities? Where are they?" Ji Xue asks.

The waiter shakes his head. "I don’t know exactly where they are reside. I mean, who would? But maybe you can ask Lan Sizhui. He is their disciple, after all. Though I doubt he’d tell you anything... Disciples of the Deities are known to keep their vows—especially the one about never revealing their masters' whereabouts."

"Then where is this Lan Sizhui now? Can we meet him?" Sikong Qianluo asks impatiently.

The waiter hums thoughtfully. "Last I heard, he was out on a night hunt with the other sect heirs in Luanzang City. But I don’t know his exact whereabouts right now."

"Alright then," Xiao Se says, placing a gold coin on the table. "Thanks for the information."

The waiter’s eyes light up. "Of course, Laoban! I’ll get back to work now. Just call me if you need anything else. Enjoy your meal!"

Chapter Text

After dinner, they return to Xiao Se and Wuxin’s room to discuss. Silence hangs in the air for a moment.

Hua Jin sighs in relief. “So, the Deities aren’t evil after all.”

Wuxin smiles, his red eyes gleaming. “Even if they really are evil incarnate, as long as they can heal Xiao Se, I’ll still take the risk.”

Xiao Se rolls his eyes. “What a flirt.”

Wuxin smirks. “My prince, I’m not a flirt. I’m always serious about you.”

Xiao Se looks away, but the tips of his ears still turn red.

Sikong Qianluo clicks her tongue, but before she can speak, Ye Ruoyi cuts in, “Then, Xiao Se, are we going to Luanzang City?”

Xiao Se thinks for a moment. “We don’t know exactly where Lan Sizhui is. We’ll need to gather more information about the night hunt first.”

“I’ll go,” Ji Xue offers calmly.

Sikong Qianluo stares at her in disbelief. “You’re volunteering just like that?”

Ji Xue casts her a condescending glance. “It’s because some people are useless. I’m more than enough on my own.”

Wuxin chuckles at the remark.

“You—!” Sikong Qianluo starts, but Xiao Se interjects.

“Alright. Ji Xue is good at gathering information—she is the head of Baixiao Sect, after all.”

Sikong Qianluo clicks her tongue, but can't argue with Xiao Se. 

“Then, tomorrow, aside from Ji Xue, everyone else is free,” Rui concludes. “Lian~ Let’s go on a date. Just the two of us.”

Tang Lian coughs awkwardly. “Uhh… Let’s also look for more information. M-Maybe there’s something we missed.”

Rui smiles slyly. “Alright then, Lian~ Let’s search together. Just the two of us.”

Lei Wujie’s eyes light up. “Then I’ll hit the streets! I wonder how strong the cultivators are!”

“Lei Wujie! Don’t you dare cause any trouble!” Sikong Qianluo scowls.

Lei Wujie scratches his head and smiles stupidly. “Ah? Of course not!”

Xiao Se lets out a weary sigh. “Let’s just rest for tonight. You can do whatever you want tomorrow.”

“Alright,” the others reply in unison.

---

After a bath, Wuxin and Xiao Se lie on their shared bed. Wuxin looks at him. “How’s your body today?”

Xiao Se gazes into Wuxin’s reddish eyes. “Oddly enough… the closer I get to the deadline, the better I feel.”

Wuxin frowns, concern flickering in his eyes. “How come?”

Xiao Se sighs. “It feels like… the calm before the storm.”

Hearing that, Wuxin pulls him into his arms, holding him tightly, as if afraid to lose him.

“I’ll definitely heal you,” he whispers.

Xiao Se’s eyes soften. “Alright. You already promised me.”

Wuxin falls silent. His gaze glints with a trace of madness. Though he was once a monk who studied righteousness, he is also the leader of the Tianwaitian Sect—Ye Anshi. He will heal Xiao Se. At any cost.

“Wuxin,” Xiao Se calls, sensing the shift in his thoughts. “Just promise me you won’t hurt yourself.”

Wuxin gives a faint, defeated smile. “You already know my answer, Xiao Se.”

Xiao Se sighs. Of course he knows. If the situation were reversed, and Wuxin were the one who’s sick, he would make the same choice.

He tightens the embrace, burying his face in Wuxin’s chest. “Let’s just hope they really can heal me.”

Wuxin hums quietly. Then, he suddenly asks, “That reminds me... Xiao Se, how many pills do you have left?”

“Pills?” Xiao Se echoes. He thinks for a moment. “The Grandmaster gave me twenty pills. I think I’ve taken around sixteen or seventeen? So maybe there are three or four left. It’s been a little over two weeks since I last took one. I forgot.”

Wuxin sighs, clearly worried. “In the first month, you took six pills. In the second month, you took nine.”

“Oh? You remember that exactly?” Xiao Se raises an eyebrow.

“Of course. Like I said, I’m always serious about you.” Wuxin pinches his cheek. “But I don’t know if you’ve been taking them secretly. And seventeen? That means you’ve almost finished them! You’ve gone through nearly all of them in less than three months!”

Xiao Se pulls Wuxin’s hand away from his cheek and clicks his tongue. “There are still some left.”

Wuxin frowns. “Even so, didn’t the Grandmaster say not to take too many? They might cause side effects. We don’t even know what kind.”

“Alright, stop nagging,” Xiao Se mutters.

Wuxin notices how Xiao Se’s lips unconsciously pout in annoyance. He quickly steals a kiss.

Xiao Se’s eyes go wide. “You—perverted monk!”

He smacks Wuxin’s shoulder, clearly flustered. Wuxin just laughs, pulling him into an even tighter hug. “Alright, alright. I’m sorry.”

Xiao Se stays quiet, but Wuxin knows he’s still a little upset. He gently presses his forehead against Xiao Se’s. “I’m sorry for nagging. I’m just… worried about you.”

He pats Xiao Se’s back, soothing him. “Let’s sleep. Let's have a date tomorrow.”

Xiao Se buries his head in Wuxin’s chest again and returns the hug tightly. He hums softly in agreement.

Wuxin smiles and kisses his forehead once more. "Goodnight, my prince."

And then, the two of them drift into sleep.

Chapter Text

Morning comes. Xiao Se and Wuxin head downstairs to join the others for breakfast.

“Shixiong, where are you going today?” Lei Wujie asks, turning to Tang Lian.

Before Tang Lian can answer, Rui props up her chin with a smirk. “That’s a secret, little Lei~. We’re not planning to bring a third wheel.”

“Ruoyi-jiejie, where are you going today?” Sikong Qianluo asks Ye Ruoyi, her tone casual. At the question, Lei Wujie subtly perks up his ears.

“I heard Yiling has a great library,” Ye Ruoyi says with a soft smile. “I’d like to visit it today. Maybe they have some records on the Deities we haven’t read yet.”

“Alright then, I’ll go with you, Ruoyi-jiejie!” Sikong Qianluo decides with a nod. Ye Ruoyi agrees without hesitation.

Lei Wujie’s eyes light up, but before he can say a word, Sikong Qianluo adds flatly, “You’re not coming with us, Lei Wujie.”

Crushed like a kicked puppy, Lei Wujie lowers his head. “Alright…”

Nearby, Hua Jin is checking Xiao Se’s pulse. She sighs heavily. The table goes quiet, everyone turning toward her.

“Your body’s been improving these past few days,” she says, “but your pulse has gotten weaker.”

“Is it that bad?” Wuxin asks with concern.

Hua Jin nods gravely. “I don’t know if this is a side effect from the pills or something else. But it’s unusual.”

Everyone frowns, the growing sense of urgency clear on their faces.

“For now, don’t do anything too tiring. Rest as much as you can. Stay inside the inn—it’s freezing out there. If you must go out, wear something warm. When you return, take a hot bath and drink something warm.” Hua Jin rattles off instructions like a mother hen.

“Alright, alright… I get it,” Xiao Se waves her off, annoyed.

Hua Jin clicks her tongue and suddenly points at Wuxin. She scowls. “And, you perverted monk! Don’t you dare try anything shady with Xiao Se! If you make my job harder, I’ll make your life miserable!”

“Of course,” Wuxin replies with a serene smile. “I’ll listen to you, little physician.”

“Hmph.” Hua Jin huffs, then glances at Xiao Se again. “I’ll make you a tonic, just in case.” With that, she stomps off to the inn’s kitchen.

Ji Xue, who’s been silent until now, stands up. “I’m heading out.”

“You’re done eating already?” Xiao Se asks.

Ji Xue rolls her eyes. “Of course. I’m efficient.” She leaves swiftly.

Tang Lian exchanges a glance with Rui, who nods. “We’re going too. Rui, let’s go.”

The information team heads out first, while the rest remain at the table.

Lei Wujie pouts. “Xiao Se, Monk—where are you going today?”

“Why? Want to be the third-wheel?” Wuxin teases.

“There’s no such thing between friends,” Lei Wujie replies cluelessly. He grins. “Let’s stroll the streets together, like the old days!”

“Drink this before you go out!” Hua Jin suddenly returns, carrying a tray with a thick black tonic.

She hands the tonic to Xiao Se, who stares at it warily. “Do I have to drink this?”

“Of course! It’s preventative.” Hua Jin huffs. Xiao Se glances pleadingly at Wuxin.

“It’s made by the little physician. It must be good for your health,” Wuxin says as he pats Xiao Se’s shoulder.

Ye Ruoyi offers a warm smile. “That’s right, Xiao Se. This is for your own good.”

Sikong Qianluo and Lei Wujie both grimace at the sight of the tonic.

“Uh… won’t Xiao Se die drinking that?” Lei Wujie mutters, worried.

He shuts his mouth immediately when Hua Jin shoots him a death glare.

“You dare question my tonic?!”

“N-No! Of course not! You’re the greatest physician of our generation! Your tonic is definitely the best!” Lei Wujie stammers, giving her an enthusiastic thumbs-up.

“Just drink it in one gulp, Xiao Se. You can do it!” Sikong Qianluo also jumps in quickly to avoid Hua Jin’s wrath.

Feeling betrayed by everyone, Xiao Se sighs and lifts the bowl. After a moment’s hesitation, he gulps it down. Instantly, his tongue goes numb and a horribly bitter taste floods his mouth.

Wuxin, ever-attentive, offers him a cup of water. “Here. Let’s find something sweet later.”

He gently rubs Xiao Se’s back. Hua Jin crosses her arms smugly.

“The more bitter the medicine, the stronger the effect! You’re just like my child patients. Here, have a candy.”

She hands Xiao Se a milk candy. Wuxin helps unwrap it and feeds it to him. After a while, Xiao Se exhales in relief.

“How do you feel?” Ye Ruoyi asks gently.

Xiao Se waves his hand, still queasy. Wuxin glances at her. “What time will you go?”

Sikong Qianluo narrows her eyes. “What? Trying to chase us off already?”

“Nothing like that,” Wuxin smiles calmly. “Just curious.”

“What about you, Hua Jin?” Ye Ruoyi asks.

“I’ll go with you,” Hua Jin replies. “I’m curious about this golden core transfer. Maybe there are some records in that library worth studying.”

Ye Ruoyi smiles. “Then let’s go together.”

“Why not take Lei Wujie with you?” Wuxin suggests.

Lei Wujie lights up, thinking Wuxin is helping him get close to Ye Ruoyi.

Ye Ruoyi chuckles softly. “You three boys can stick together.” She stands, joined by Sikong Qianluo and Hua Jin.

“It’s a bit inappropriate for a boy to wander around with girls,” she adds with a smile. Lei Wujie beams, thinking Ruoyi is worried about him.

Wuxin sighs, a little disappointed. “Alright, then.”

The three girls leave. Lei Wujie stares after them, grinning like an idiot.

Xiao Se, recovering slightly, sighs. “Why are you so stupid, Lei Wujie?”

“Eh? Why are you cursing me?” Lei Wujie blinks.

Xiao Se just shakes his head. “I want to sleep…”

Wuxin notices how drowsy Xiao Se looks. “Is it the tonic?”

Xiao Se shrugs. “I don’t know.”

“What else do you feel?” Wuxin asks, placing a hand on Xiao Se’s forehead.

Lei Wujie watches with growing concern. “Are you okay, Xiao Se?”

“No fever,” Wuxin mutters. “But just in case, let’s rest for today.”

Xiao Se nods, already swaying on his feet. Without another word, he heads back upstairs.

Wuxin sighs. “Lei Wujie, you go on your own. I’ll stay with Xiao Se.” He hurries to follow.

Lei Wujie scratches his head, worry etched on his face—but he trusts Wuxin. With one last glance upstairs, he sets off alone for a morning stroll.

---

Meanwhile, Rui drags Tang Lian into a red-light district, where lavish manors line the streets and the air is thick with the scent of perfume. Women in colorful robes lounge by the doorways, offering coy smiles to passing men.

Tang Lian’s face flushes red instantly. 

“U-Uh... R-Rui... W-Why are we here?” he stammers, awkwardly dodging a few flirtatious girls who approach him.

They stop in front of an extravagant pavilion with a large signboard: Lan Hua Pavilion.

Rui tightens her grip on his hand and smiles mischievously. “Lian~ If you want information, this is the best place to get it.”

Before Tang Lian can protest, she tugs him inside.

Chapter Text

A group of courtesans glide toward them, but Rui quickly steps in front of Tang Lian protectively.

“Meimei,” she says to one of them with a polite but commanding smile, “tell your madam that the owner of Belle Manor is here to see her.”

The girl’s eyes widening in recognition. She bows deeply. “Welcome to Lan Hua Pavilion, madam. Please, this way...” She gestures toward a luxurious room.

“Please wait here a moment. I’ll inform the madam. If there’s anything you need, you may ring this bell,” the girl saye, placing a small golden bell beside Rui before bowing again and leaving.

Tang Lian sit stiffly, casting nervous glances around the room. “Rui... do you know the owner of this place?”

Before Rui can answer, more girls enter with trays of delicacies and expensive wine. Rui smiles brightly.

“Thank you, meimei,” she says graciously.

The girls bow and leave them alone. Rui plucks a green grape from a plate and hold it between her lips. “Lian~ I’ll tell you... if you take this grape with your mouth~”

Tang Lian flushes crimson. He coughs, flustered. “R-Rui...”

Rui chuckles and, before he can move away, she grabs his collar, leans forward, and kiss him—slipping the grape into his mouth in the process. Tang Lian freezes, chewing the grape unconsciously.

“Lian~” Rui props her chin on her hand, her eyes twinkling. “Is it sweet? Or is my kiss sweeter?”

Tang Lian turns even redder. “R-Rui...”

Laughing softly, Rui finally answers his earlier question. “Yes, I know the owner. I saved her a long time ago and took her as my meimei. But now that she’s so successful, I’m not sure she’ll even remember me—”

“Of course I remember you, Jie~!”

A stunning woman enters, her beauty like morning dew, her voice as soft as rippling water. And she moved with elegance, like royalty.

Rui’s eyes lit up. “Xiao Bai! Look at you! You’ve grown up so well~”

Xiao Bai lowers her gaze, shy. “Jie... It’s been fifteen years.”

The two laugh and exchange warm greetings, while Tang Lian remained frozen in his seat, unsure what to do.

After some catching up, Xiao Bai turns to Rui. “So, Jie, what brings you here with your lover? I doubt you came to hire someone. Looking for information, perhaps?”

Rui smiles, “You know me too well, meimei~ You're right. I came to buy some information—or perhaps I should say, stories.”

Xiao Bai tilts her head curiously. “What kind of stories are you looking for, Jie?”

“It’s about the infamous Yiling Laozu.”

Xiao Bai blinks. “That story? There are dozens out on the streets. You didn’t need to come here for that.”

Rui shakes her head. “Not those ones. I’m talking about other versions.”

Understanding dawns on Xiao Bai’s face. “Ah... those stories. Of course. I’ll give you a special discount.” She claps her hands.

Soon, six courtesans enter and gracefully take their places. Tang Lian sit straighter, growing more and more tense as they gather.

Rui smirks at his adorable discomfort. “Alright, meimei, tell me what you know about the Yiling Laozu and Lan Wangji.”

One of the girls smiles. “I don’t know if you’ve heard this version, but he and Hanguang-jun, Lan Wangji, were known for their true love.”

Rui and Tang Lian exchange a glance. Rui, intrigues, says, “Oh? Do tell.”

The girls begin their tale:

“They first met under the moonlight in the Gusu Lan sect.”

"They grew closer over time, mostly because of their constant arguments and fights." 

“During the Qishan Wen Sect’s siege, Wei Wuxian was the only one who helped the injured Lan Wangji.”

“They were trapped in a cave together and defeated the Xuanwu beast.”

“When Wei Wuxian vanished for months during the war, Lan Wangji searched tirelessly for him, even while fighting the Wen.”

“They fought side by side—back to back—on the battlefield.”

"When everyone still held Wei Wuxian’s name in high regard, Lan Wangji was the only one who opposed his demonic path." 

“But, when people believed Wei Wuxian was responsible for his brother-in-law’s death, only Lan Wangji chose to stand with him.”

“Lan Wangji was even willing to be labeled a traitor just to help the Wen prisoners that Wei Wuxian protected escape.”

“And when the cultivators turned on Wei Wuxian—when even the whole world stood against him—only Lan Wangji stood in front of him, shielding and protecting him...”

“Lan Wangji accepted public punishment—his title as heir revoked, his cultivation forcibly abolished, and endured over three hundred strikes of the discipline whip… each strike a judgment for the lives they accused Wei Wuxian of taking.”

“And on that day... Wei Wuxian appeared. He saved him. Punished the corrupt. And the two vanished together.”

"Years later, their son, Young Master Lan Sizhui, came out of hiding to clear their names." 

"When their names were finally cleared—when people started wondering where they were, when guilt finally caught up to them—it was already too late. Wei Wuxian and Lan Wangji were gone. One died from poison, the other from heartbreak." 

The room fall quiet as the tale ended.

“This Lan Wangji truly had a righteous heart,” Tang Lian concludes. “When everyone was praising and admiring Wei Wuxian, he was the only one who opposed his demonic path. But when the world turned against Wei Wuxian, he was the only one who dared to stand by his side…”

“They walked the righteous path and protected the innocent in their own way. But those corrupt cultivators took advantage of them and made them scapegoats,” Xiao Bai says quietly. “It’s just that people realized the truth too late…”

Rui sighs “What a tragic couple. Fighting for justice, only to meet their demise.”

Tang Lian paused for a moment before asking, “Do you know what kind of poison killed Lan Wangji?”

One of the girls answered, “Rumor has it, it was a poison still in the experimental stage.”

“That was years ago, right? Do you know what it was meant to become?” Tang Lian asked again.

“I heard some cultivators say it was a potent poison that slowly but surely destroyed the body from the inside,” another girl said softly. “They said it was the newest creation of the Lanling Jin sect—meant to punish those they deemed sinners.”

Rui hums. “There are all kinds of poisons in this world… yet even the deities, who’ve lived for centuries, couldn’t cure that one?”

“In the end, deities are merely humans who’ve lived through centuries—not gods,” Xiao Bai says quietly.

Rui sighs solemnly. “You’re right…”

Tang Lian murmurs to himself, thinking of Xiao Se. “I just hope our efforts won’t be in vain…”