GBP Chapter 1861
Chapter 1861
As the words were spoken, a gentle breeze swept through the small building, causing the copper bells under the eaves to ring softly. The moonlight remained gentle, and the lotus flowers continued to sway.
"Thank me for what?" Chen Xuan lowered his head, his nose brushing against Qiu Zixian's dark hair, and he could clearly feel the softness of the waist of the person in his arms.
Even though she was a witch who had cultivated demonic arts for a hundred years, her delicate body still carried a slight, almost imperceptible tension, as if afraid that this moment of warmth would dissipate at any moment.
Qiu Zixian closed her eyes, her cheek pressed against his chest, her voice as soft as if crushed by the wind:
"A hundred years is but a fleeting moment for you exceptionally talented cultivators; but for me, every day feels like being in hell."
She unconsciously gripped Chen Xuan's black robe, her knuckles turning white. "I struggle every day—afraid of being found by Xia Jiuyou, afraid of being hunted down by righteous cultivators, afraid of dying in some unknown corner one day."
Her voice lowered as she continued, "Until I met you, I realized that there is more than just pain in this world, and that 'hope' is this warm and comforting feeling."
“In the past, when I encountered enemies, I could only fight like a madman, proving that I was alive with my blood.” Her voice was slightly choked with emotion.
“I have no roots, no place to go. There are very few successors in the three paths of demonic cultivation. No one taught me how to walk or how to cultivate. I can only explore by killing and by manipulating people’s hearts to verify my path.”
She suddenly looked up, her purple eyes reflecting the moonlight, sparkling brightly.
“But after you explained the essence of the path of immortals and demons, I suddenly understood—my path has never been ‘the demon as defined by others,’ but the path I chose myself.”
At this moment, Chen Xuan was no longer just a Daoist partner or lover to her, but the only person who could listen to her grievances of the past century.
Chen Xuan gently brushed his fingertips across the wetness at the corner of her eyes, and his heart felt a pang—he could imagine how many nights this seemingly aloof witch had spent alone in the darkness, licking her wounds.
"No matter how difficult things were before, from now on, you are my woman, Chen Xuan's woman." Chen Xuan's eyes suddenly became incredibly resolute, his fingertips pressing on her shoulder, each word carrying a heavy weight.
"I don't care what happened in the past. If anyone dares to touch you in the future, they'll have to step over my dead body first. This is my promise to you, Chen Xuan, and it will never change."
"Mmm." Qiu Zixian nodded emphatically, burying her face in his chest again, like a small boat that had found its harbor, even her breathing became steady.
After a moment of silence, she suddenly remembered something, and her tone carried a hint of regret:
"It's a pity that I have to leave with you tomorrow. I'm afraid I won't be able to take all the resources I've accumulated in my old base with me."
She paused, then quickly added, "But don't worry, my lair is deep within the Immortal Ancient Divine Mine. The terrain there is treacherous, and ordinary cultivators can't find it at all. The resources should still be there."
Upon hearing this, Chen Xuan released her waist and grabbed her wrist with his other hand—the warmth of his palm made her heart skip a beat, and she unconsciously followed him outside: "Come on, I'll take you to get it."
"No!" Qiu Zixian hurriedly grabbed him, her eyes full of worry;
“My lair is three nebulae away from here. A round trip would be too late to make it to the appointment between tomorrow and Zimang! Besides, those resources can only be exchanged for three or four Great Teleportation Talismans at most. It’s not worth your effort.”
Chen Xuan turned to look at her, his eyes full of confident smiles: "I haven't shown you my true abilities yet. If I say I can get back, I definitely can."
Looking at his determined eyes, Qiu Zixian suddenly felt a surge of curiosity—when the three of them attacked together, Chen Xuan had been able to handle the situation with ease from beginning to end, clearly not revealing his true trump card.
She obediently followed Chen Xuan toward the exit of the cave. The moonlight cast long shadows of the two of them: Chen Xuan's white hair fluttered in the wind, while Qiu Zixian's purple hair fell over her shoulders. The two figures, one in black and one in white, looked exceptionally well-matched in the quiet night.
The moment Qiu Zixian left the core star of the Purple Mansion, she pointed to a hazy nebula in the distance: "My lair is over there. Beyond those three nebulae, there is a divine mine site left by the ancient immortals."