These fairies want me to deal with them every day.

Wei Tu reached out and grasped her wrist. He breathed a sigh of relief; there was still a pulse, albeit a very weak one.

But the red line was already very close to her palm.

It's no longer just a matter of days going by; it's as if the King of Hell is racing against time with Wei Tu.

He stood up; his clothes were torn, but that didn't matter, he could change them. Right now, he needed to figure out where he was and how to get out.

Wei Tu looked around and found that it was a rather steep cliff.

"Damn... I fell that high?"

Wei Tu was somewhat impressed with his own physique; as expected of a body tempered by the essence of the evil dragon, he had not a single scratch.

The surrounding area was overgrown with weeds and contained unfamiliar flowers, plants, and trees, making it seem like a secluded and isolated place.

The temperature was mild, and the air was filled with intoxicating fragrance.

It's just a pity that Wei Tu isn't in the mood to appreciate it right now.

He picked up Mu Xitong from the ground and began to call out.

"Little fox!"

I wonder where this thing went... I hope she's okay.

It's unlikely that she felt Mu Xitong was going to die and couldn't take it anymore, right? That's certainly unnecessary.

Wei Tu called out as he walked.

"Wei Xiaoer! Wei Xiaoer!!"

A familiar voice came from one direction; the little fox's shriek was so piercing that Wei Tu almost didn't want to reply.

But he could only walk in that direction.

He had already seen the little fox, but the other person was still shouting at the top of their lungs.

"Wei Xiao Er! Wei Xiao Er! Wei Xiao Er, howling!"

"Who do I look like to you?" If he weren't holding Mu Xitong, he would have put his hands on his hips.

The little fox blinked. "When did you arrive?"

"...Alright, stop joking. Let's find somewhere to get out of here."

"What are you still looking for! Look what I found!!"

She was practically jumping up and down.

"what?"

Wei Tu looked at the little fox strangely.

"Come with me!"

The little fox ran ahead, with Wei Tu chasing after it. They passed through some bushes, almost bumping into a few low trees, and then came to a place with plenty of light and thin fog.

"look!"

The little fox, panting heavily, stood up and pointed in a direction.

Wei Tu stood at the edge of the small hill and looked out.

It was a field of... bright red chrysanthemums!

That book records... a large patch of red chrysanthemums that would appear in front of the sacred spring!

70 Your story, keep listening

Deep in the southern part of the Ten Thousand Demon Mountains, a vast expanse of blooming red chrysanthemums is the location of the Spirit Spring.

This is the original text recorded in that book. Wei Tu made thorough preparations for this. He even carefully examined the different types of red chrysanthemums, noting how many kinds there were and whether the red chrysanthemums were distinguished by color or shape.

This time, he held the sleeping Mu Xitong in his arms and stood in front of a patch of red chrysanthemums, examining her carefully again and again.

"This is the red chrysanthemum..."

The little fox raised its head. "Then, is Master saved?"

Wei Tu said in a deep voice, "It's not certain yet. We need to find the spiritual spring first. Let's go down."

Wei Tu carried Mu Xitong down the hillside, while tightly gripping her wrist, feeling her pulse and hoping to stop the deadly spread of that seemingly fatal red thread.

But as he moved through the red chrysanthemums, he could clearly feel that the other person's pulse was getting weaker and weaker.

Wei Tu could only continuously inject his own energy into the other person's body.

However, this trade-off means that it takes a lot of energy to make the opponent last a little longer, but the effect is minimal, and the speed at which one's own energy is depleted is also very rapid.

Coupled with the exhaustion from the life-or-death journey, Wei Tu's condition wasn't actually that good.

He was already feeling the strain during the run.

He didn't know how long the road ahead would be, but he had no choice but to keep running forward.

Looking at the woman sleeping soundly in his arms, her face and lips pale, Wei Tu calmed down.

"This time, a miracle will happen for you..."

Time passed second by second, and Wei Tu could no longer feel the sunlight; the sky seemed to be darkening little by little.

The crimson glow of the setting sun and the red chrysanthemums complement each other, creating a unique ambiance.

Like a sea of ​​orange-red waves, Wei Tu felt as if he had entered a desert bathed in the glow of a setting sun.

My steps grew heavier and heavier, each step feeling like sinking deeper into the mud.

He didn't like this feeling.

This reminded him of a time in his past life when he was still young and his talent was not outstanding; in fact, many people considered him dull-witted.

What his peers could understand in a few days, he needed much longer, sometimes more than ten days, and sometimes even a month.

Wei Tu still remembers those times, even though they are from a long time ago and are memories she would rather forget.

But he kept those memories in mind, and whenever he encountered insurmountable obstacles, he would remind himself of them.

Those were such difficult times.

Every day I feel like I can't find any meaning in life. My so-called ideals seem incredibly distant. My peers have all shown extraordinary talent, and I feel like a wild duck among a flock of swans. Wherever I stand, I feel genuinely embarrassed.

I can't even stand in the same place as them with a clear conscience.

Even though they didn't say anything to his face, just seeing their eyes and breathing the same air as them made Wei Tu feel suffocated.

He felt that every day was a dim, yellowish light, like a drowning person struggling in a swamp.

Sinking little by little, unable to grasp any vines, every step is difficult, and there is no place to reach the shore.

Just like now... there's no hope ahead, but what can we do?

We should still keep going.

Life never stops moving forward because of your predicament. If you give up and lie flat in the mud, all sorts of stressful and bad things will follow.

The less you resist, the easier fate will think you are to bully.

Wei Tu had forgotten who taught him this principle.

It looks incredibly comfortable and smooth, like a life without any setbacks in anyone's eyes. It's probably just a repayment for what happened in the previous life.

The amount of bitterness he has tasted is unimaginable to these people today. Even Su Mi cannot fully know how many life-or-death situations he has faced.

And now, the test has come again.

It's a test that's draining me mentally and physically. Not only have I been mentally exhausted these past few months, but now even my strength and my very breath are getting weaker and weaker.

His steps grew slower and slower, but the grove of red chrysanthemums still seemed to stretch on endlessly.

Where exactly is the end?

"Where will this end, Master?"

It seems like a long time ago, on the day Wei Tu decided to stop practicing swordsmanship, he sat at the entrance of the courtyard, looking utterly disheveled.

On that day, the boy, who seemed to have no hope of breaking through to the Fusion Realm, decided to never practice swordsmanship again.

I remember that day was also a sunset like this, and Lu Qingyan, dressed in white, sat beside me.

She was looking in the same direction.

Are you planning to die?

She asked this question with a cold expression.

Wei Tu shook his head, of course. At that time, he was at most a teenager and had no intention of ending his life like that.

Since life hasn't ended, why think about where the end is?

Wei Tu lowered his head.

But I feel there's no hope if things continue like this... I'm not as good as them, I can't do anything as well as they can.

It's the confusion of youth, the bewilderment of not being able to find direction.

It is the fear of an unbearable future.

Lu Qingyan looked into the distance, at the orange-red light.

Just like the color of the sunset that Wei Tu sees through the red chrysanthemums now.

Her words still seem to echo in my ears.

The future is long; not being able to catch up now doesn't mean you'll never be able to. Life's biggest choices are simply two: to live or to die. Which will you choose?

I want to live... but it seems I don't know how to live well.

Then try to live well. No one is forcing you; your only enemy is yourself.

Lu Qingyan stood up after saying that.

After that day, Wei Tu began to devote himself to sword practice, and no matter how much ridicule he received, he never put down his sword.

From then on, his life was like a comet rising, breaking through the Fusion Realm, the Dragon Slaying Realm, and then the God Gazing Realm, becoming a half-step Immortal Emperor... His life seemed smooth sailing to others, but he never thought of giving up despite all the difficulties and setbacks he experienced.