Transmigrating into the world of Jade Dynasty, I was targeted by the female lead in a reverse romanc

The stone chamber was filled with only a few pearls embedded in the ceiling, emitting a pale white light that illuminated the cold walls. The walls were bare, with smooth, polished stone surfaces that faintly reflected human shadows.

Lu Xueqi sat on a futon in the center of the stone chamber.

Dressed in white, with black hair and beautiful features, four years have passed without leaving a mark on her face, except that her eyes have become even deeper.

She had her eyes closed.

A stream of spiritual energy circulated around her, and visible pale blue and golden light swirled around her like flowing water. Wherever the light passed, the air distorted slightly and emitted a very faint hum.

She was supposed to be released from quarantine last month.

All you have to do is push open that stone door and step out into a new world. But just before you get up, a thought suddenly flashes through your mind.

No, it's not light, it's words.

Heaven and earth are not benevolent, and all things are dogs.

She paused, then instinctively tried to follow and untangle the knot. In doing so, she sat down again.

Once you sit down, you can't get up.

It was as if an invisible hand was pressing on her shoulders, gentle but irresistible. A voice in her heart said: If you should understand now, then you should understand; if you shouldn't leave now, then you shouldn't leave.

She struggled.

She tried her best to break through the shackles, but the more she struggled, the tighter the shackles became. Her spiritual energy surged wildly within her body, almost bursting out. She groaned, and blood seeped from the corner of her lips.

In the end, she gave up.

It wasn't resignation, but rather an understanding that forcibly leaving the seclusion at this point would inevitably damage one's Dao foundation, and with a damaged Dao foundation, one would be unable to catch up with him.

She needs to become stronger.

She was strong enough to stand beside him, strong enough to protect him, strong enough... to make him only have eyes for her.

So she calmed down and immersed herself in it. The outline of the first volume of the Heavenly Book unfolded in her mind, and the Buddhist teachings of the fourth volume flowed like a gentle stream, intertwining and merging with the text of the second volume that suddenly appeared. It was like a jigsaw puzzle, where the originally scattered fragments were pieced together little by little to form a complete picture.

She "saw" it.

……

She didn't know how much time had passed before she opened her eyes and slowly placed her hand on her chest. There, her heartbeat was steady, but she felt empty.

"Ogawa..."

She murmured the name, the sound echoing through the stone chamber, striking the walls, and bouncing back with a hollow echo.

four years ago.

Where is he? Has he gained or lost weight? Is he smiling or frowning? Does he... think of her?

Lost in thought, her fingertips unconsciously traced her name on her knee, back and forth, until she drew three words: "Wait for him to come."

After she finished scratching, she realized with a start and hurriedly tried to erase it, but the three words seemed to be engraved on the stone surface. She could erase the traces, but not the mark.

She stared at that spot for a long time, then suddenly smiled.

His smile was bitter.

"Hurry up..." she said to the void, as if speaking to him, yet also to herself, "If you're any slower, I... can't wait any longer."

It's not that I can't wait for him.

They can't wait for me anymore.

She feared that if she continued her seclusion, she would emerge to find him holding someone else's hand, standing before her, smiling and saying, "Xueqi, this is my wife."

Just thinking about it makes my heart clench.

She closed her eyes again, took a deep breath, suppressed her distracting thoughts, and her spiritual energy began to circulate again, faster and more rapidly than before. She wanted to be faster, even faster.

Get through customs quickly.

Find him quickly.

Hurry...get him back.

The stone chamber returned to silence, with only the soft light of the pearl illuminating the woman in white and the ever-flowing spiritual energy around her.

……

Fox Ridge Mountain, Ghost King Sect.

The door to the stone chamber opened, and a figure in light green emerged and stood on the veranda.

Four years have passed. Biyao looked at her hands. Her fingers were long and slender with distinct knuckles. She had also grown taller. Before, she only reached her father's shoulder, but now she reached his ear. Her body had grown, and she had lost the roundness of a young girl, gaining a more slender and angular appearance.

The hem of her pale yellow skirt swayed in her line of sight. Biyao looked up and saw Jin Ping'er standing not far away, smiling at her.

"Congratulations, Sister Biyao." Jin Ping'er walked over, looked her up and down, and exclaimed in amazement, "It's only been a few years, and your cultivation has improved so much. You've even refined the Hehuan Bell? That's incredible."

Biyao twitched the corners of her mouth but didn't speak. Her gaze fell on Jin Ping'er's face, which was still bright and beautiful, but there seemed to be something else deep in her eyes, something heavy and unfathomable.

"Why are you here, Sister Ping'er?" she asked, her voice a little hoarse, as she hadn't spoken for a long time.

"I came to see you."

Jin Ping'er moved closer and leaned against her. "I'd like to say goodbye. My master has given me a mission to go to the East Sea. I don't know when I'll be able to return."

Biyao hummed in agreement.

After a moment of silence, Jin Ping'er suddenly spoke, her voice lowered: "I heard that you're cultivating so diligently for someone."

Biyao's body stiffened almost imperceptibly.

"He's a young man from the Qingyun Sect, right?" Jin Ping'er turned her head to look at her, her eyes filled with inquiry and a hint of barely perceptible pity. "His name is Jiang Xiaochuan?"

Biyao didn't answer. She turned around, her back to Jin Ping'er, and looked into the stone chamber.

The room was empty, with only a stone bed and a futon. The walls were bare, with nothing on them. But as she looked at it, her gaze drifted away, as if she were looking through the walls to a place very, very far away.

Jin Ping'er watched her retreating figure, waited for a moment, but received no reply. She sighed, reached out, and gently patted Bi Yao's shoulder.

"I won't ask anymore," she said, her voice softening. "You know the answer yourself, but..."

"Don't be too hard on yourself. Some things can't be forced."

She stood up, walked to the table, and looked at the bell. "My master asked me to go to the East Sea to find something. Before I leave, I came to see you."

Biyao hummed in agreement, then lowered her eyes to look at the bell.

"This departure will take at least several years," Jin Ping'er said. "Is there anything that Sister Biyao would like me to convey?"

Biyao shook her head.

"Well... is there anything you want? There are lots of strange and unusual things over in the East China Sea."

Biyao shook her head again.

Jin Ping'er stopped asking. She stood there for a while, looking at Bi Yao. Bi Yao was only staring at the bell, as if there was another world inside the bell, and she was trapped in it and couldn't get out.

After a long while, Jin Ping'er sighed softly.

"Yao'er," she said softly, as if coaxing a child, "In this life, what you should let go of, you must let go of. If you can't let go, you'll only suffer."

Biyao didn't speak.

Jin Ping'er waited for a while, and seeing that she didn't answer, she turned around and walked out. When she reached the door, she placed her hand on the stone door and looked back one last time.

Biyao was still sitting there, facing the lamp, holding the bell. The lamplight cast her shadow on the wall, all alone and motionless.

Jin Ping'er pushed open the door and went out.

The stone door closed, cutting off the light, and the stone chamber darkened again. Only the lamp on the table continued to flicker, casting Biyao's shadow on the wall, lengthening and shortening it repeatedly.

Biyao stared at the bell for a very long time.

Suddenly, she chuckled very softly.

The laugh was bitter and astringent.

"Let go..." she whispered, as if talking to herself, "Can I really let go?"

She closed her eyes, and the image of that person appeared in her mind. He wasn't tall, only up to her chin, but she had to look up at him. It wasn't his height, but her heart. She held her heart high, looking up, waiting for him to take it.

But he didn't want to.

He pushed her away and said that good and evil cannot coexist.

She insisted.

Good and evil cannot coexist? Then she will make them coexist. She will make sure there is no longer a distinction between good and evil in this world.

She opened her eyes, and something burned in them, a terrifyingly bright light. She put away the bell, got up, and pushed open the door to go out.