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Was Jiang Xiaochuan's gaze towards the stone statue one of affection or guilt? Was it nostalgia, or a sentiment stemming from the stone statue's existence because of him?

she does not know.

All she knew was that at that moment, when Jiang Xiaochuan embraced the stone statue, her remnant soul felt a sense of fulfillment she had never experienced in a thousand years.

This is enough.

She conveyed a faint message through her consciousness: "Nianchuan, your father... he was a very good person."

"Hmm!" The fierce energy responded cheerfully, then immediately subsided.

"But Mother, Father seems... very sad. He has been very sad. He was sad when that woman in white hugged him, and he is sad now that we are flying in the sky. Nianchuan can feel it."

Linglong fell silent again.

She could certainly sense that Jiang Xiaochuan's emotions, transmitted through this body, were clearly conveyed to the hearts of every "resident" living here—a heavy, complex mix of guilt, confusion, longing, and a certain resolute determination.

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I have been flying with my spear for half a month now.

The mountains and rivers beneath our feet gradually transformed from the rugged and precipitous landscapes of southern Xinjiang to the gentle and beautiful plains of central China. Villages and towns sprang up, paths crisscrossed the land, and the population grew denser.

Jiang Xiaochuan stood on the God-Slaying Spear, with Xiaobai hugging his waist from behind, her face pressed against his back. Neither of them spoke much; most of the time, only the sound of the wind could be heard.

On this day, after flying over a wide river, the outlines of farmland and distant cities could be seen on the opposite bank. The Central Plains had arrived.

Jiang Xiaochuan suddenly slowed down the speed of the God-Slaying Spear.

He gazed at the fertile field ahead, his fingers gripping the gun barrel unconsciously tightening.

Xiaobai noticed his pause, looked up, rested her chin on his shoulder, and asked softly, "What's wrong?"

Jiang Xiaochuan didn't turn around.

He gazed in the general direction of Qingyun Mountain. Although it was still far away, he knew it was there. The black bamboo forest of Dazhu Peak, the aroma of food from the dining hall, his master's scolding, his master's wife's gentleness, and...

"I...I'm sorry, Xiaobai, I..."

"You have feelings for her, right?" Xiaobai interrupted him, her voice calm and unreadable.

"Your Senior Sister Lu, and you want to go back to Qingyun, right?"

Jiang Xiaochuan's body stiffened.

He didn't speak, admit it, or refute it.

Silence is the answer.

Xiao Bai loosened her arms around his waist slightly, but not completely.

She buried her face back in his back, took a deep breath, and inhaled his scent, along with the dust and grime of a long flight.

"I know," she said muffledly, her voice coming through the fabric, slightly indistinct.

"During those years waiting for you outside the cave... no, those days, besides counting stones and watching the water, what I thought about most was what would happen to you after you came out. I thought of many possibilities, but I never thought you would do this."

She chuckled softly, but there was no joy in her laughter.

"Like a lost soul, his eyes were wandering when he looked at me."

Jiang Xiaochuan's throat tightened.

"You want to go back, you want to see her, you want to go back to the place where your master, mistress, brothers, and sisters are."

Xiao Bai continued, her tone still calm. "That's your home, your roots, I understand."

She raised her head, used her hands forcefully, and turned him halfway around to face her.

The sea breeze ruffled her long hair, with a few strands clinging to the corners of her slightly reddened eyes.

She looked into his eyes and said, word by word, "But you promised to take me to the East China Sea. You said, 'Let's go see the sea. I've heard the East China Sea is vast, blue, and has fish, boats, and islands.'"

"Jiang Xiaochuan," she called his name, rarely calling him by his full name like that.

"You said it yourself. Now, we've arrived in the Central Plains, and Qingyun Mountain isn't far away. Your senior sister... is probably waiting for you there. What about you?"

She stared at him, her gaze intense and unwavering.

"Are you going to turn back to Qingyun now, to find your Senior Sister Lu, and go home, or are you going to continue east to the East Sea to fulfill your promise to me—a fox who has waited for you for over seven hundred days, almost turning into a waiting-for-husband stone?"

Jiang Xiaochuan met her gaze. In those eyes that always held cunning, shrewishness, or charm, there was only a clear stubbornness at this moment, and a trace of barely perceptible fear hidden deep beneath.

She was afraid—afraid that he would choose to turn back, afraid that her more than seven hundred days and nights of waiting would ultimately be no match for a ray of moonlight on Qingyun Mountain, no match for a single glance from that Senior Sister Lu.

The Bloodthirsty Bead on his chest felt slightly hot, as if reminding him that there was no heart there, but it was filled with too many things, making it heavy and painful.

He remained silent for a long time.

As time went on, the light in Xiaobai's eyes gradually dimmed, and the hands that were holding his waist slowly slipped away.

Just as her hand was about to completely loosen its grip, Jiang Xiaochuan suddenly reached out and grabbed her wrist.

He gripped his hand tightly, and his knuckles turned somewhat white.

Then, he took her hand, wrapped it around his waist again, and held it tightly.

"Hold on tight," he said, his voice not loud, but with a resolute determination to sever something.

He turned around, facing east, no longer looking in the direction of Qingyun Mountain. The God-Slaying Spear beneath his feet flashed with a dark red light, and his speed suddenly increased. He broke through the clouds and sped off towards the direction of the rising sun.

The sea breeze picked up and became strong, causing their clothes to flutter loudly.

Xiao Bai was pulled back up by his hand and wrapped around his waist, pressing her whole body against his back. She was stunned for a moment, and then the corners of her mouth slowly, slowly turned up.

She buried her face deep into his back, her arms wrapped tightly around him.

Tears silently soaked the back of his shirt, leaving it warm.

She didn't say anything, but hugged him even tighter, as if she wanted to embed herself into his bones and blood.

Jiang Xiaochuan looked ahead, the sea of ​​clouds churning beneath his feet, the distant sky a deep blue, stretching to the horizon.

He chose the East China Sea.

I made a commitment.

But the heavy knot in his heart did not loosen even a little; he merely suppressed it temporarily, burying it deep within his heart, and covered it with more wind, faster speed, and a longer journey.

But some things cannot be hidden.

For example, guilt, longing, and that silent "I'm sorry" directed towards Qingyun.

……

Deep within her consciousness, Linglong's remnant soul quietly "watched" all of this.

She "heard" Xiaobai's words and "felt" Jiang Xiaochuan's intense struggle and final decision.

Senior Sister Lu?

Linglong caught the name. Was it "Senior Sister Lu"? The name Jiang Xiaochuan mumbled "I'm sorry" while holding her when he was drunk? The one he loved?

It turns out that he not only had Xiaobai, not only her, but also a "Senior Sister Lu" waiting for him in Qingyun Mountain, in his "home".

Linglong couldn't quite describe the feeling in her heart.

Is it bittersweet? A little. Surprised? Not really. Jiang Xiaochuan is like a warm yet unpredictable breeze, destined not to belong to just one person. She knew that all along, didn't she?

Knowing is one thing, but to actually hear it with your own ears and experience firsthand his struggles and guilt for another woman... it still feels like a tiny needle gently pricking the tip of your heart, which doesn't even exist.

She "looked" at the quiet, menacing aura in the corner, at the lingering consciousness of Long Nianchuan.

This child... was just now happy that "Dad likes Mom".

If he knew that his father had feelings for someone else besides his mother, and might even... like someone else more, what would he think?

Linglong's remnant soul sighed softly.

No, I can't let him know.

At least, not now.

This wisp of malevolent energy was Long Nianchuan's last trace—pure, fragile, and carrying with it the stubbornness and violence of his beastly origins.

It is temporarily docile because of its attachment to its "father and mother", but what if it senses that its "father" has someone else in his heart, or even "abandon" its mother because of someone else?

It will resent, hate, and go berserk.

It will hurt him.

Even a wisp of malevolent energy, if it were to retaliate wildly, could have a devastating impact on Jiang Xiaochuan, Linglong dared not imagine.

She couldn't allow anything that might harm Jiang Xiaochuan to exist.

Even if this thing is her own child.

The remnant soul of Linglong slowly drifted toward the black, malevolent aura, gently enveloping it.

With her last words, filled with tenderness and reluctance, she conveyed them through her consciousness: "Sleep, have a good sleep, and you'll be alright."

The fierce aura seemed to sense something and shifted uneasily: "Mother?"

Linglong's thoughts were gentler, yet carried an undeniable power: "Sleep now, Mother is with you, always with you."

The black aura of malevolence gradually subsided, and the faint fluctuations of consciousness slowly faded away, eventually giving way to a complete and deathly stillness.

It was still there, still a wisp of malevolent energy, but the trace of "Long Nianchuan's" spirit within it, that lingering resentment that could speak, sense, and rejoice in "father's love for mother," was gently and thoroughly erased by Linglong herself.

From then on, it was nothing but malevolence, an unconscious wisp of power within the Beast God's primordial energy, never to speak again, never to think again, never to... suffer from love, never to be afraid of love.

After doing all this, Linglong's remnant soul seemed to have exhausted all her strength, becoming even dimmer and weaker. She retreated to the corner of her consciousness, quietly curling up like a thin mist about to dissipate.

She eliminated a potential threat to Jiang Xiaochuan.

She also personally and completely eradicated the last trace of her own child.

Long Nianchuan, this time, it's really over.

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