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At this point, she deliberately dragged out her words, her eyes gleaming with even more mischievousness:

"It seems there's another little sister from the Moon Cry Clan, with a pure heart and beautiful appearance. She always goes to great lengths, rain or shine, to deliver the freshest and juiciest fruits to your Qingyun Peak... Her kindness is so sweet that you can smell it from afar."

Her tone was light and cheerful, as if she were just chatting about gossip, listing one interesting story after another that had nothing to do with her. However, every word she uttered hit the nail on the head, making Qin Chuan feel a little uncomfortable. He raised his hand to touch his nose, showing a rare hint of embarrassment.

However, her tone suddenly shifted, becoming earnest and profound. Her narrowed eyes opened slightly, revealing a clear, wise light that seemed to see right through people:

"However, you are ultimately different. Yan Ruyu, that child, only craves momentary pleasure, like a butterfly gathering nectar, taking all the fragrance and then fluttering away, never thinking about responsibility and consequences, and not understanding the true meaning of love, leaving only sorrow behind."

She gazed at Qin Chuan, her eyes becoming focused and deep:

"And you, though you seem to be a womanizer and have incurred many romantic debts, before each of your relationships began, you were always honest with each other, understood each other's feelings, and never deceived or forced each other. After the relationship began, you also did your best to be considerate, caring, and responsible to the end, willing to bear the consequences, and never abandoned the relationship after the beginning."

"The difference between a slight deviation in the sense of proportion and the degree of responsibility involved is like heaven and earth, leading to vastly different outcomes. This is the fundamental reason why, despite your affectionate nature, you have always been able to win people's hearts and avoid causing a major disaster."

Rongrong so frankly and profoundly dissected her inner world, explaining her emotional entanglements and principles of conduct so thoroughly, even though she herself might not have been able to sort them out so clearly.

Even with Qin Chuan's extraordinary composure and experience of weathering storms, he felt his cheeks slightly flushed at this moment, as if the most subtle corners of his heart had been seen through by this shrewd and insightful thousand-faced demon, leaving him nowhere to hide.

He looked at the little fox before him, who always seemed to be smiling and in complete control of the world, but now held a hint of earnest inquiry and an indescribable anticipation. Suddenly, an idea struck him, and he asked a question, half-jokingly and half-probingly, trying to regain the upper hand:

"Rongrong, you know me so well, you see right through me, you understand me perfectly. You know all my secrets so clearly, that..."

He paused deliberately, watching her reaction. "I wonder if you would be willing to begin a relationship with me that, as you just said, is one of 'honesty and mutual responsibility'?"

His original intention was to get a little "revenge" on Rongrong's teasing, to let her experience being stumped by such a direct and ambiguous question and to feel a little flustered and embarrassed.

However, to his surprise, Rongrong's usual fox-like smile, which seemed to be an unchanging mask, gradually disappeared upon hearing this.

Her eyes, which were always squinting, seemed to be slowly but firmly pushed open by some emotion, gradually and completely opening.

Those clear, blue eyes, brimming with wisdom and stories, now reflected his slightly bewildered figure clearly and without reservation.

Her eyes were slightly red, glistening with a few crystalline tears, like dewdrops clinging to pure jade at dawn, delicate and touching.

"If I said I was unwilling, that would be a lie."

She looked at him, her voice soft, yet carrying a barely perceptible tremor and a pent-up grievance and resentment that had been building up for who knows how long.

"Actually... a long, long time ago... from listening to you speak and watching you act in Tushan... or perhaps even earlier, before I even knew what love was... I was already willing."

Her words fell like pearls from a broken string, rolling gently down her cheeks, yet carrying a heavy weight:

"But...why don't you ever ask me? You always smile gently at me, tolerating all my schemes and jokes, yet there's always an invisible distance between us, gentle yet aloof...I can't figure you out, I can't understand you...I thought...that I never had a place in your heart, that you didn't like a cunning, not-so-innocent and cute fox like me..."

Faced with this sudden, sincere confession and question, which was filled with years of forbearance and vulnerability, Qin Chuan was speechless for a moment. All the jokes or excuses he had prepared were stuck in his throat, appearing so pale and powerless.

All the thoughts and considerations seem superfluous and pale at this moment.

What he saw was no longer the shrewd and composed third leader of Tushan, but a woman who had finally shed all pretense and defenses in front of him, revealing her inner softness and wounds, awaiting final judgment.

He looked into Rongrong's eyes and saw a complex mix of emotions he had never shown before—a mixture of vulnerability, expectation, deep affection, and a hint of despair after a long wait. The softest part of his heart was deeply touched, and a surge of overwhelming pity, remorse, and love that he could no longer suppress welled up inside him.

No further words are needed.

Any language is superfluous at this moment.

He reached out and, with slow but unusually firm movements, pulled the slightly trembling emerald figure into his arms, feeling her momentary stiffness followed by relaxation and dependence.

He lowered his head and, in the most direct and gentle way, lightly kissed away the tears that finally couldn't be held back and quietly slid down her cheeks. Then, he covered her cool and soft lips with his, sealing away all her unspoken words, her subtle sobs, and the silent waiting that had accumulated over many years.

The harsh winds and sands of the Western Regions howled as they swept across the desolate street corner, yet seemed to be gently separated by an invisible barrier, unable to get any closer to the two people embracing each other.

I only dared to hover and circle around them, stretching and blurring their figures in the sunset, ultimately transforming them into a magnificent, timeless, and tranquil painting in this vast world.

All the silent vows, the long wait, the suppressed bitterness, and the bursting joy of this moment have quietly melted into the warm breaths that blend together and the increasingly synchronized, intense heartbeats, leaving no more barriers.

Chapter 60 Dongfang Yuechu and Wang Quan Fugui

At the summit of Qingyun Peak, a sea of ​​clouds surges and churns.

Qin Chuan stood quietly on the edge of the cliff, watching the increasingly bustling scene below.

The cooperation between the Moon Cry tribe and the woodcutters has been put on track. A bustling market has been built on the edge of the ancient forest, where the Moon Cry tribe's unique spiritual fruits are traded with the mountain goods transported by the woodcutters. The enmity of the past has turned into vitality today.

The matter of Yan Ruyu has also been resolved. News from the Hun Tian Prison says that the boy is unusually quiet in prison, as if he is deeply reflecting on his actions.

The once unbreakable barrier between the two tribes is quietly melting away under the combined influence of sunlight and time.

Even the elders in the Dao Alliance who once regarded the demon race as their mortal enemy and swore never to coexist with them gradually loosened their clenched fists and relaxed their tense faces after witnessing the benefits of cooperation and feeling the true weight of peace.

The tide of the times is mighty and unstoppable; those who follow it prosper.

On this day, Wang Quanbaye climbed the mountain again, but what he brought was an exciting proposal.

"Expand the Dao Alliance Newcomer Tournament, co-organize it with the Demon Alliance, and invite young talents from both races to compete on the same stage?" Qin Chuan listened to Wang Quan Baye's explanation and nodded slightly, "This is a very good idea. Let's set the venue at Qingyun Peak."

Wang Quanba was overjoyed upon hearing this, but then added with a slight hesitation, "Furthermore, to encourage future generations, I would like to ask you to spread the word that you are willing to take the champion of this competition as your last disciple?"

After a moment's thought, Qin Chuan realized that this move would indeed greatly promote communication and progress among the younger generation of the two races, so he agreed: "Okay."

The news spread like wildfire throughout the human and demon realms, instantly igniting the passion of all young cultivators!

Qin Chuan’s disciple!

What kind of concept is that?

To date, he has only three direct disciples.

The eldest disciple, Qin Li, defeated all the other contenders, including Wang Quan Baye, in the previous Dao Alliance Newcomer Competition. His cultivation is unfathomable; if he were not indifferent to fame and fortune, he would have already taken over the Dao Alliance.

The second disciple, Li Muchen, although his own cultivation was not top-notch, single-handedly nurtured the world-shaking Great Demon Emperor-level creature, Golden Dawn!

The third disciple, Mu Mie, is also a recognized top expert, with his cultivation firmly at the Demon Emperor level!

Becoming Qin Chuan's disciple is almost equivalent to obtaining a pass to the ranks of the world's top experts!

In an instant, the whole world was in an uproar and the eight directions were shaken.

Whether from human sects or demon tribes, all young geniuses who considered themselves capable were eager to sign up.

Even the Eastern Spirit Clan, which had been living in seclusion for a long time due to internal strife, sent out its most outstanding young people under the leadership of its clan leader, Dongfang Bu, intending to regain its prestige in this unprecedented event.

Qin Chuan flipped through the list of participants that was pouring in like snowflakes, his gaze calm.

However, when two names suddenly appeared before his eyes, his usually calm mind was finally stirred.

"Dongfang Yuechu and Wang Quan Fugui..."

He whispered the two names and lightly tapped the roster with his fingertip.

They were destined to be the protagonists of this world, and their fate was once crystal clear.

However, his arrival has shattered the original storyline, making it unrecognizable.

He had thought that those two names would only exist in his vague memories and would never actually appear in this world again.

But now, they are prominently listed on the list, with a kind of fateful tenacity.

"As expected... the convergence force of world lines, or rather... 'its' self-preservation instinct, is stronger than I imagined..."

A look of understanding flashed in Qin Chuan's eyes, confirming a long-held suspicion in his heart.

He closed the register, and in a flash, he disappeared from the spot.

The next moment, he appeared in a secluded courtyard on the back mountain of Qingyun Peak.

In the courtyard, a figure was lying on a bamboo chair without any regard for appearances, munching on a huge peach. Its furry ears twitched from time to time. It was none other than the Six-Eared Macaque, the second young lady of Aolai Kingdom, who had been staying here for a long time.

Liu Er was quite surprised by Qin Chuan's sudden arrival and almost choked.

She sat up, her golden eyes filled with doubt: "A rare guest? What, you've finally remembered me? Or is Qingyun Peak going to charge for lodging?"

She remembered that ever since she delivered those cultivation manuals to her troublesome third brother, Qin Chuan had practically ignored her.

"I would like to ask Miss Second to accompany me somewhere," Qin Chuan said bluntly.

"Oh? Where?" Liu Er raised an eyebrow, his interest piqued.

"The Underworld".

Liu Er was even more puzzled: "With your abilities, traveling between Yin and Yang and going straight into the underworld is not difficult for you, so why do you need me to accompany you?"

Although she asked the question aloud, her mind was racing. She felt this was a perfect opportunity to get to know this mysterious man better, so she readily agreed: "Alright, I'm free anyway, so I'll go with you."

Both were top experts of their time. Using their earth-遁 (earth-遁 is a type of technique that allows one to escape into the earth) technique, they crossed the boundary between Yin and Yang in an instant and entered a strange, dark, and misty region—the Yellow Springs Underworld.

In the underworld, the light was dim, the air was cold, and a faint ghostly aura permeated the air.

Many blurry-looking beings from the Underworld, with soft tentacles growing from their heads, are busy at work.

They used their tentacles to probe into the turbid, churning Yellow Springs, which emitted a faint soul light, carefully scooping up one dazed, confused sphere of soul light after another, and then using their unique talents to sense the fragments of spiritual power remaining deep within the souls.

"They are absorbing the spiritual energy dissipated from the soul to cultivate themselves."

Seeing Qin Chuan's gaze fall on the Yellow Springs Clan members, Liu Er took the initiative to explain:

"At the same time, this also accelerates the process of soul purification and rebirth."

"I have some knowledge of the principles of rebirth."

Qin Chuan said calmly:

"When a person dies, their soul departs and enters the underworld. The three souls and seven spirits decompose and are randomly recombined with other soul fragments, entering the cycle of reincarnation to become a completely new life."

Liu Er nodded, a subtle glint in his eyes:

"Unless protected by the power of the Bitter Love Tree. Those who make a wish to continue their relationship under the Bitter Love Tree can have their souls preserved. If they can awaken their past life memories by chance after reincarnation, it is almost like being reborn."

Qin Chuan indicated that he was aware of this.

"That is why your third young master was able to use this principle to create the Eastern Spirit Clan, which has a unique ability to inherit traditions."

Finally unable to contain his curiosity, Liu Er asked directly, "Now that you know all this, what brings you to the Underworld?"

She even began to suspect that this guy was just using this as an excuse to be alone with her.

After all, she had personally witnessed his interactions with numerous women over the years.

Thinking of this, she suddenly had a flash of inspiration and recalled the meaningful smile on her third brother's face when he asked her to deliver the books.

Could it be that from the very beginning, that brat's concern wasn't just that Qin Chuan disliked his methods, but that his deeper intention was to bring her and Qin Chuan together?

Ideally, they should be able to produce offspring who combine the strengths of both families, thus adding greater combat power to any potential future war.

Just as Liu Er's thoughts drifted away and his cheeks flushed slightly, Qin Chuan suddenly murmured, "Just as I thought."