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Xingyun also knew that in the past, Prince Yan Hejia went to Penglai Mountain with his and Emperor Ning Zhaozong's blood and sweat, hoping that Penglai could bring back Princess Yongning's soul.

Therefore, he also knew that there was a 70% chance that Princess Yongning's soul had disappeared and gone to another world.

So no matter how hard you search, you can't find it.

Now it seems that it was true.

After her initial shock, Xingyun quickly regained her composure: "But Your Highness, is your return at this time... no, may I ask, Your Highness, are you from the future?"

As expected of the leader of the Northern Sea Sect, he is so intelligent that he is almost demonic.

In less than a second, he had already guessed everything.

"Yes." Ye Wanlan smiled. "It's been a long time, Master."

“Since Your Highness has come from the future, you must already know what is about to happen.” Xingyun was surprisingly calm. “I will protect my senior sister’s soul so that she can open her eyes one day and see the future China.”

Ye Wanlan remained silent.

Because if it weren't for this massive battle, with their cultivation levels, Yue Zheng and Xing Yun could easily have lived for three hundred years.

But now, because of this war that should never have existed, a high wall called "life and death" has been erected between the two.

"Master," Ye Wanlan finally spoke, "I come from the future to save you."

She briefly described everything from beginning to end.

Upon hearing that the souls of the Prince of Yan and the others had been protected by the Chaos Pearl, Xingyun's tightly furrowed brows relaxed.

He laughed: "Rong Shi once said that Her Highness the Princess is the only variable in Shenzhou, and he was right after all."

With the land safe and sound, even regrets can be made up for. Who can help but praise Princess Yongning as unparalleled in the world?
“But—” Ye Wanlan paused, “the saintess’s soul awakened in later generations and participated in history.”

“I understand what Your Highness means.” Xingyun was surprisingly calm. “Because I protected my senior sister’s soul with my own, and history cannot be changed, even if you come from the future, you cannot save me in the same way you saved the Prince of Yan.”

Ye Wanlan remained silent.

That is indeed the case.

Although Han Yunsheng protected Shen Mingshu's soul, the price was not sacrificing himself.

Therefore, she was able to stop Han Yunsheng from performing the sacrificial ceremony to Heaven.

But Yuezheng's situation is different; it's a life for a life, and only one person can survive.

If she preserves Xingyun's soul, then Yuezheng will disappear.

vice versa.

As if seeing through her thoughts, Xingyun said, "If there is only one survivor, then I would naturally hope that my senior sister lives on. No matter what, my choice will always be the same."

Ye Wanlan's eyes narrowed.

Yes, Xingyun's choice has never changed from beginning to end.

Xingyun let out a soft breath and smiled: "Your Highness, this is my choice, you don't need to be sad for me."

Ye Wanlan remained silent.

How could I not be sad?

If she could, she wouldn't want anyone she knew to become a victim of this war.

Choosing between two options is perhaps the cruelest thing in the world.

Ye Wanlan said in a low voice, "I will convey whatever the leader asks of me."

"Princess, I do have a wish." Xingyun raised her hand and gently wiped away a streak of blood from Yuezheng's forehead with her fingertips.

Ye Wanlan looked at him: "Please speak, Master."

“Since Your Highness was able to travel to three hundred years ago, you must have already met my senior sister,” Xingyun said softly. “My wish is that Your Highness may allow me to meet my senior sister from three hundred years in the future?”

He still had so much left unsaid. Even though he knew perfectly well that Yue Zheng, as the Holy Maiden of Penglai, could never fall in love.

But when it comes to matters of the heart, how can they be so easily controlled?

And he was willing, even if it meant being a moth drawn to a flame, to love passionately.

When he realized he had feelings for Yuezheng, he left Penglai Mountain on his own initiative.

Apart from him and their master, no one knew that when he left, he relinquished all the magical power he had learned in Penglai.

For seven days and seven nights, the Cleansing Pool was stained with blood, so deep that the bones were visible.

There wasn't a single intact part of his body.

This is the price of leaving Penglai.

But Xingyun had to leave, so that Yuezheng could successfully secure her position as the Holy Maiden of Penglai, and so that she could become the most outstanding genius in the history of Shenzhou Taoist arts.

How could he possibly ruin her Dao heart and cultivation path for his own selfish reasons?
Xingyun thought that if he loved someone, he wouldn't imprison her, much less break her wings.

He wanted her to fly higher, to reach a peak that no one else could reach.

The bright moon hangs high, shining its light upon all living beings in all directions.

After leaving Penglai, he joined the Beiming Sect and began cultivating again, eventually regaining his strength to rival Yuezheng.

In the martial arts world afterward, their names always appeared together.

Whenever the mention of Penglai Saintess Yuezheng is made, Beiming Sect Leader Xingyun inevitably comes up.

Perhaps in the very beginning, the Beiming Cult did indeed emerge to oppose Mount Penglai.

But in his hands, the Northern Sea Sect was the most loyal ally of Mount Penglai.

"Alright." Ye Wanlan nodded slowly. "I'll let you meet them."

This was Xingyun's only wish, and of course she wanted to fulfill it.

"Thank you, Your Highness." Xingyun breathed a sigh of relief, her eyebrows curving upwards like the bright moon and stars.

He was already extremely handsome, and his smile was enough to make the world fall.

Ye Wanlan said softly, "But this time can't last too long. I will try my best to make it happen."

Xingyun's smile deepened: "That's enough."

**
At this very moment, in China, at Mount Penglai.

Shen Mingshu and Yue Zheng sat atop the mountain, feeling the spiritual energy of heaven and earth.

"I heard from Alan that the leader of the Northern Sea Sect is infatuated with the Holy Maiden," Shen Mingshu asked. "I wonder if there's any secret behind this?"

After a moment of silence, Yue Zheng said, "Prime Minister Shen, to be honest, I cannot fall in love. It's not that I dare not, nor that I cannot, but that I am unable to."

Shen Mingshu was suddenly stunned. After a long while, she said, "...How could this be?"

“The Holy Maidens of Penglai have cultivated the Jade Bone Ice Heart Daoist Technique throughout the ages, sealing their hearts and locking away their love.” Yue Zheng’s voice was soft. “It was destined from the moment I was born.”

Although her cultivation technique restricted her, she was a human being, not a cold-blooded animal without feelings. How could she not feel Xingyun's affection for her?
The book says that when you like someone, you feel like the sun, radiating light and warmth.

And she could certainly feel that warmth under the sun's rays.

However, she was completely unable to respond.

The bright moon shines atop the mountain, surrounded by countless stars.

Yuezheng suddenly remembered that when she was very young, Xingyun had asked her a very strange question—

"Senior sister, tell me, which hurts more, 'I hate that the bright moon hangs high and doesn't shine on me alone,' or 'I hate that the bright moon hangs high and doesn't shine on me alone'?"

While Yuezheng was still pondering this philosophical question, Xingyun had already answered it himself: "As long as the bright moon still hangs high, then I will not feel pain." (End of Chapter)