Douluo Continent: A Thousand Miles of Cultivation

Seeing Feng Jingyi's face, which was still closed, finally manage a smile, but it was a mixture of crying and laughing, Qian Renxue became even more anxious, because a normal person would probably be in tears.

"Sister Feng, don't overthink it! It's all my fault! He left the City of Slaughter a long time ago! If I had informed you earlier, you wouldn't be in this situation!"

Qian Renxue's words did not evoke any further emotion in Feng Jingyi. As long as she knew that Qian Shui was still alive, she was already content.

Years of killing had shattered her mind; in her heart, the kind girl was already dead, and only the sinner known as the 'Wind Witch' remained.

When Qian Shui's presence appeared in the City of Slaughter, she felt no joy, only sorrow. She finally remembered Qian Shui's words: 'Follow your heart's desires, but do not overstep the bounds.'

But she succumbed to despair. The moment she learned that Qian Shui might have died in the City of Slaughter, she could no longer suppress her murderous impulses.

She cried, she killed, she destroyed everything in front of her! Until her vision blurred and she could no longer see clearly.

Having been consumed by slaughter, how can she face the boy who told her not to overstep the bounds?

At first, Qian Shui was both a teacher and a friend to her. He taught Feng Jingyi a lot, whether it was cultivation or how to conduct oneself in society.

Later, she fell in love with this little man, a little man as free as the whirlwind stirred up by her Wind Sword Martial Soul. This was her heart's desire, even though she knew he loved this little sun-like girl who was holding her.

However, people are now separated, things are not as they were yesterday, and my sick soul is like a swing rope in autumn.

Now her heart is empty, just like it has been dead for many years.

Therefore, dying at his hands would be what my heart truly desires.

……

When Yin Jin returned to Tian Dou City, it was already dusk. He was having dinner with Ye Lingling when he was startled by the soul power wave outside the door. Before he could get up, the door was already opened.

"Xiao Feng?! Sister-in-law, what happened to her?!"

Upon seeing the person in Qian Renxue's arms, who was not hiding anything, Yin Jin stood up abruptly, startling Ye Lingling, who had just removed her veil, so much so that she dropped her chopsticks.

"We'll discuss the details later; let's get treatment!"

Yin Qianrenxue placed Feng Jingyi on the sofa in the living room. Without saying a word, Yin Jin immediately summoned his martial soul and said urgently, "Lingling! Hurry!"

"Seventh Soul Skill! Weapon Spirit True Form!"

After Yin Jin roughly understood Feng Jingyi's situation, he gasped in shock. In his perception, Feng Jingyi's soul power was so strong that it had reached the level of an eight-ring Soul Douluo.

However, her body was already in a terrible state, seemingly due to years of not eating, resulting in a deficiency of qi and blood. After a fierce battle, she was covered in wounds. It was extremely difficult to recover from such a state. Yin Jin guessed that Feng Jingyi must have received a relatively powerful healing soul skill to have managed to hold on until she got here.

Ye Lingling, who had also activated her martial soul, had never seen Yin Jin like this before. The woman in front of her seemed to be half-awake, with almost no part of her body in good condition, and there were even more insurmountable obstacles.

Putting away her Nine-Hearted Begonia Martial Soul, Ye Lingling frowned deeply: "Teacher, her vital energy is depleted, and her heart is ashen. We can heal external injuries, but if that's the case, and the patient doesn't want to recover, then neither you nor I can do anything..."

Seemingly remembering something, Qian Renxue picked up the spatial soul tool that had been messed up by boiling water. "Could this be useful? It's a ninth-grade purple ganoderma, with neutral attributes, and has the effect of strengthening the foundation, nourishing the vital energy, and increasing power."

Qian Renxue took out a Ganoderma lucidum. The Ganoderma lucidum was purple all over, with an emerald-green stem at the bottom, and nine leaves growing from it.

This is a magical herb that Qian Shui obtained from the Ice and Fire Yin-Yang Well in his early years. As his cultivation level improved, it was gradually forgotten and left in a corner. But now it has come in handy.

Seeing the purple herb, Yin Jin was overjoyed and without hesitation fed it to Feng Jingyi. During the process, he murmured, "Such a thing really exists in this world?! It strengthens the foundation, nourishes the vital energy, and enhances skill; perhaps it really is useful! But if only there were high-quality ginseng kings..."

At this moment, Qian Renxue, who was half-squatting, suddenly stood up and said seriously, "I know where it is! I will bring it over in a while. I'll leave Sister Feng in your care for now!"

Then she turned to leave, but Ye Lingling called out to Qian Renxue, whose clothes were badly torn, "Sister Xue, wait!"

"Teacher, you can go out now!"

"what?"

Ye Lingling pointed to the door and emphasized again, "Get out!"

Not knowing what was wrong with Ye Lingling, Yin Jin could only agree: "Oh, okay."

It wasn't until he stood outside the door looking at the moonlight that he realized he had been kicked out of his house.

Seeing that Feng Jingyi's complexion was starting to improve after eating the Grade Nine Purple Ganoderma, Qian Renxue's expression also softened slightly. "What's wrong, Lingling?"

"This woman's clothes are soaked in blood, and much of them are stuck to her skin. Sister Xue, I need your help."

"it is good!"

Under Ye Lingling's somewhat surprised gaze, Qian Renxue struck out with her palm, carrying the Six-Winged Angel Martial Soul, and the light attribute soul power shattered Feng Jingyi's clothes.

However, knowing something doesn't mean you can see it. The visual impact is always the most shocking. Countless wounds and bloodstains covered Feng Jingyi's entire body, and even Ye Lingling, who was used to seeing patients and life and death, covered her mouth.

The little angel became even more silent, her head bowed low, obscuring her expression.

Stepping out of the room and closing the door, Qian Renxue leaned weakly against the gate of the Yin Jin family's house.

Yin Jin was considered a high-ranking official in the empire. He lived in a spacious, independent courtyard. As a Soul Master, he didn't have many guards, which made it convenient for him to have some private activities.

Seeing Qian Renxue come out, he stepped forward and asked, "Sister-in-law, how is it?"

But Qian Renxue shook her head and refused to say anything more.

After a long silence, Qian Renxue finally moved again, taking out the external soul bone of the Evil Eye Tyrant and handing it to Yin Jin, "For restoring your eyes."

After saying that, he left as if fleeing.

...

The next morning, after spending the night outdoors, Yin Jin finally got home.

The gentle morning light caressed Feng Jingyi as she sat up. The girl in white turned her head away, experiencing the ordinary world. Her long, pure white hair made her seem as if she had returned to her former self.

Seeing this, Yin Jin stared at her in a daze, as if he had returned to the past, to the years when they were still innocent of the troubles of the world.

Perhaps sensing Yin Jin's arrival, Feng Jingyi turned her head, revealing a ferocious face. She wanted to smile at her former classmate, but her smile was so bitter and unbearable.

"I'm ugly, aren't I? I'm not worth keeping in your heart."

Faced with such teasing, Yin Jin revealed a long-lost silly smile, recalling those absurd things from the past. He wanted to comfort her again: "What are you saying... Xiao Feng, you'll recover, you'll recover to that sunny self..."

Before he could finish speaking, Feng Jingyi shook her head, and he finally realized that there was no going back.

Yes, there's no going back. Even if her appearance is restored, will she still be the same person she was before? Just like myself, am I still the same person I was before?

The past is like fleeting smoke, but the pain of growing up is always so real, leaving no room for remembrance.

Ye Lingling, standing to the side, showed no other emotions. She had endured far more suffering; the shackles of her martial spirit had long since hardened her heart. She had nothing to worry about. This man had never abandoned her even in the most dangerous times, so she, like Feng Jingyi, was content with what she had always wanted.

“Xiao Feng, absorb it, sister-in-law… Miss Qian said it can restore your sight, don’t refuse. I know the importance of external soul bones, but you definitely don’t want to use my or someone else’s secondhand goods, right?”

As he spoke, he placed the external soul bone of the Evil Eye Tyrant into Feng Jingyi's hand, and then slowly said, "You know Brother Shui. He is now a peerless Douluo. How could I dare to use it for my own purposes? Restore your eyes. You must really want to see him again."

Upon hearing the mention of seeing Qian Shui again, Feng Jingyi was indeed moved, tightly gripping the external soul bone in her hand.

Seeing Feng Jingyi's actions, Yin Jin stepped back, took his girl's hand, held it tightly, and said nothing more.

Finally, the red light flashed, and the girl saw the light again.

Then, the events took place in the Heaven Dou Great Soul Arena.

A spirit-type external soul bone of 100,000 years is something that many soul masters can only dream of, but Yin Jin knew that he had to save this girl.

When she painfully said, "Feng Jingyi is no longer worthy of appearing. There is only—the Wind Witch—in this world," Yin Jin's heart was deeply touched.

He knew he shouldn't be like this, but people are just that complicated. Even with Ye Lingling by his side, he still couldn't forget everything from the past, even though he knew it was wrong.

Perhaps it was because Qian Shui was so powerful that he wouldn't allow him to possess this external soul bone, but that was just an excuse. Half words, half sincerity—he, who had been in a high position for many years, was already used to it.

The important figures gradually dispersed, leaving only him and Feng Jingyi sitting on the stands where no one dared to approach, watching the Royal Fighting Team 2 battle against the Elephant Armor Academy Team, remaining silent for a long time.

"Doesn't that child look a lot like Brother Shui? I really don't know where he found this disciple. She has the same Yuan Shen Martial Soul as him. That girl is already a Soul Master. Even Brother Shui back then was only a Soul Venerable at this age."

At this moment, Qian Shuishui was taking action, and Yin Jin was also reminiscing about the past.

"Wow, times are changing so fast. We used to be called the Myth Team, but now, wave after wave of geniuses are emerging. Who knows when we'll all become yesterday's news?"

Sighing at the turbulent times, Yin Jin turned to look at Feng Jingyi, who was staring blankly into space, and said again:

"Little Wind, isn't it time to wake up from this dream?"

Chapter 239 Poseidon's Lament

On the beach at the circular seaside of Poseidon Island, Qian Shui was immersed in a bad mood.

Suddenly, a huge gray-white head emerged from the sea, splashing up a considerable amount of water, which was about to land on Qian Shui's head.

"Hey, you're actually back? Did you finish the eighth test?"

With a wave of his hand, Qian Shui unleashed a soul power barrier and stood up, his face full of disdain.

"Hey, you little white rabbit, you're pretty arrogant. Come here, I haven't used the Nine Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda, which is my seventh soul skill, the True Body of my martial soul, yet. Come over here and let me take a picture of it!"

Qian Shui summoned the Nine Treasure Glazed Pagoda and held it in his hand, seven red 100,000-year soul rings shining brightly, as if he was about to give this great shark a good thrashing.

"Hey! Go to hell! Goodbye!"

"Don't run!"

However, it seemed more like a distraction than a genuine desire to harm the great white shark.

After playing around for a while, both the human and the shark lay down, except that Little White lay on the surface of the sea and Thousand Water lay on Little White's belly.

"What's wrong with you? You used to be always grinning and joking around. Now that you've broken through to the Title Douluo level 99, why are you unhappy?"

The Great White Shark of the Demon Soul didn't understand; human emotions were far too complex. If she possessed the power of the Deep Sea Demon Whale King, she would probably happily summon a demonic orca every day.

"It's not complicated. There's a girl who likes me, and because of her feelings for me, she's encountered a terrible disaster. Because of this, I don't know how to face it."

Strength cannot solve everything. Even if he can restore Feng Jingyi to her original state, time will eventually leave its mark, and those feelings cannot be erased.

He was even somewhat relieved at that moment, relieved that he had accompanied Tang Chen to Poseidon Island.

The original plan was to trick Bibi Dong into coming along. The Asura Demon Sword was a necessary item, so he had to come along instead of coming to Poseidon Island to ask Poseidon for it, as he had foreseen.

Qian Shui didn't know how to face Feng Jingyi. Her love seemed to be her own, and had nothing to do with Qian Shui.

However, it was he himself who pulled her into this great era, so how could he say it had nothing to do with him?

This girl wasn't someone from the Douluo Continent story he remembered. She was most likely just a minor character, someone who wasn't even mentioned. Perhaps she had a different life, but because of herself, she suffered unimaginable pain. And the root cause of all this was ultimately herself.

Xiaobai doesn't understand Qianshui's dilemma at all. Does liking Qianshui mean there's a problem?

"From your human perspective, isn't that girl beautiful?"

Qian Shui recalled Feng Jingyi's short white hair and healthy, sunny appearance, and concluded: "It's alright, above average, and it suits my taste."

The fish shook its fins, creating faint ripples on the calm sea, and asked in return, "Then why don't you just marry her?"

"Didn't I tell you I have a wife? Now the child is a year old. How do you expect me to marry her? Abandon my wife and child to marry a mistress?"