Madam, please ascend.

Chapter 352 How Many Branches Sprout in Spring?

No one can refuse ascension?
Yun Yi naturally wouldn't believe this nonsense about the way of heaven.

Otherwise, how would you explain Wang Shenlai, Nangong Feitian, and that cowardly Overturning Heaven Pavilion Master, who not only refuses to ascend himself but also has the means to bring other ascending realm cultivators to remain in the mortal realm?

One thing Yun Yi was absolutely certain of was that there must be something wrong with the Heavenly Dao, and the Heavenly Realm was no longer what people used to think it was.

'Actually, I should have realized this when the Heavenly Dao intervened to annihilate the Sword Forging Manor. Now, thousands of years have passed, and the problems with the Heavenly Dao have only been magnified.'

Even when the Overturning Heaven Pavilion destroyed the Heavenly Pillar, the Heavenly Dao could only watch helplessly. To the Overturning Heaven Pavilion Master, the Heavenly Dao's chains posed virtually no threat.

'If there truly is a problem with the workings of Heaven, then perhaps the new porcelain has already become one of its hidden agents?'

Yun Yi gently stroked his wife's hair and said with heartache, "Why does it feel like after all this back and forth, you've ended up putting the choice in my hands?"

"What decision should I make to get you out of your current predicament?"

As the sun rises and sets, day and night alternate, everything seems unchanged, yet Song Xinci still cannot remember anything.

She gradually got used to this feeling, seeing strangers every day, accepting their kindness, and after a bit of fooling around, falling asleep from exhaustion.

However, without realizing it, her body became increasingly dependent on Yun Yi.

It's like having a blank mind and forgetting who someone is, but your body still remembers.

Until this day, Pei Jianjia took the initiative to find Yun Yi and said that she planned to leave.

Zhuque was the most confused and grabbed her master, asking, "What's wrong, Sister Pei? Don't you like it here?"

Pei Jianjia's eyes were filled with sorrow, and Yu Wuxia, who was standing beside her, said for her, "Her time is coming to an end, and she wants to go to the Hehuan Sect one last time."

"My time is almost up? How could this be... Is it because of me?" The Vermilion Bird was not stupid. Combining his increasingly profound understanding of the "Path of the Painted Eyebrows," he immediately thought of this.

Pei Jianjia comforted her, saying, "By passing on the Great Dao to you, I am leaving a mark on the world, proving that I once lived."

"Sister Pei..." Zhuque couldn't help but cry. Although she hadn't spent much time with Pei Jianjia, she was initially wary of her.

But from the day Miss married Yun Yi, she truly accepted him and treated him like family.

Pei Jianjia smiled and said, "It's really a pity. You should have been a girl from the Hehuan Sect, but I was troubled by love, which caused the sect to be destroyed too early, and that's why I missed my chance to be with you... But it doesn't matter, we still met in the end."

Zhuque cried, "If I go back, I will leave the Burial Sword Valley. I want to establish my own sect and rebuild the Joyful Union Sect!"

"Pfft, all you do is throw a childish tantrum."

I'm serious!

Yun Yi coughed and said, "If you insist on doing so, I, as the Right Sword Attendant, can approve it."

Pei Jianjia glared at Yun Yi: "What are you doing here?"

Yu Wuxia stepped in to smooth things over, saying, "I will leave with Jianjia this time, and I will take my own life after she dies."

This outcome is not surprising; the relationship between Pei and Yu is even longer and more tumultuous than that between Yun Yi and Song Xinci.

Yun Yi exclaimed in surprise, "That Zhao Wuxiang..."

“I made a prior agreement with him that I would give him all the remaining cultivation. But before that, I will erase his memory of this period, so that no one will know that Miss Song destroyed her own path, nor will they know that you are hiding here.”

"Thank you, seniors." Yun Yi was genuinely grateful. At first, he only wanted to use these two seniors from the Joyful Union Sect.

Unexpectedly, the two were both genuine and ended up developing a relationship.

Pei Jianjia walked up to Song Xinci and couldn't help but reach out and touch her face. Seeing that she didn't flinch, he felt even more reluctant to do so.

She said, "Seeing the two of you reminds me of the predicament I and Wuxia once faced, and it really makes me feel bad." Song Xinci said, "I'm fine."

“Silly sister, this is no longer just about you. You forced yourself to stay in the mortal world, but you have turned yourself into this. In the long run, this will only make Yun Yi feel guilty. If anything happens to you, he will never be able to get over it.”

"Then what should I do?"

“As someone who’s been through this, I want to tell you that running away won’t solve anything,” Pei Jianjia said meaningfully. “There are some things your husband should be able to think of as well.”

Yun Yi nodded slightly: "I am indeed considering this matter. If only the Heavenly Dao can restore her to normal, then she will eventually have to... choose to ascend."

Pei Jianjia said, "The Heavenly Dao is very petty. When I gave up ascension, it not only destroyed my Great Dao, but the vastness of heaven and earth also could not even accommodate my physical body. Therefore, the new porcelain must be a special existence for the Heavenly Dao."

“Senior, I’ve figured something out these past two days. If the Heavenly Dao has long since developed emotions that shouldn’t exist, then is the Supreme Dao of Forgetfulness of the New Porcelain meant to restore the Heavenly Dao to its original state?”

"Perhaps." Pei Jianjia looked somewhat haggard, and even her exquisite makeup couldn't hide it.

Yun Yi couldn't bear to bother this senior any longer, so he said, "I wish you a life without regrets."

Pei Jianjia thought for a moment: "There is still one thing missing. Apart from this, I should really have no regrets."

Yu Wuxia was prepared for this. She produced a snail-shaped hairpin in her hand and said with a smile, "I've been secretly practicing every day lately."

“I already knew that. I even noticed that you practiced on yourself, and sometimes your eyebrows were thicker on one side than the other.”

"Hehe, please excuse my poor wife."

After saying this, the couple bowed to everyone in the Flying Heaven Secret Realm, saying, "Everyone, we... will never meet again."

The others returned the greeting and then watched the two senior members of the Hehuan Sect leave the secret realm.

Knowing that her death was imminent, Pei Jianjia had Yu Wuxia take her to the ruins of the Hehuan Sect as quickly as possible.

Although this place is not as comfortable and pleasant as the Flying Heaven Secret Realm, it is the place where the two of them love and cherish each other.

The two arrived at the edge of Qingming Cliff, under a lush red bean tree that had been growing for thousands of years.

Pei Jianjia said with emotion, "It was here that you first told me you liked me."

Yu Wuxia replied earnestly, "Yes."

"Later, you spent your days painting here, painting a version of me from the past, and you even said that you were suffering from unrequited love for her."

"At a time like this, let's not say anything that spoils the mood, okay?"

Yu Wuxia stared at his wife's eyes and, after careful consideration, finally chose the perfect angle.

I carefully sketched her portrait.

The brush tip is rough, and there is a frictional feeling when you brush it across your eyebrows.

Pei Jianjia looked at her ideal husband who was carefully drawing her eyebrows, and at this moment her wish was finally fulfilled.

Qianji's body began to dissipate, and Pei Jianjia finally returned to her original appearance at the last moment of her life.

She was a beauty that could topple kingdoms and was unparalleled in the world.

Neither of them said anything, but as Pei Jianjia's features became more defined and clear, her body gradually became transparent.

At this moment, a thrush flew up from the old tree, carrying a twig in its beak, which was covered with red beans.

(End of this chapter)