Genius Beast Tamer

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Han Wuxie turned his head unhappily and glanced at the person behind him. Seeing his ingratiating smile, he stopped stopping him from continuing to follow.

The stream babbled softly as she sat down on a large rock, her fair, smooth hands plunging into the cool water, the sensation calming her mind.

Hua Qianye chuckled gently and leaned forward. Seeing that she wasn't looking at him, he moved even closer, standing behind her. He slowly reached out and gently stroked her hair, just like she was gently caressing a stream. His movements were incredibly fluid as he tidied her hair.

She took out a hairpin from her bosom. This hairpin was not the one she had thrown at him before, but a blue jade hairpin carved with blue spiritual flowers.

She remained silent, her gaze fixed on his reflection in the stream. The way he gently brushed her hair back, the depth of his affection in his eyes—how could she possibly vent her anger?

Han Wuxie reached out and touched his neatly styled hair bun, which was the Flying Cloud Hair Bun, giving him an elegant and graceful air.

"In the past, you often styled her hair on the deserted island?" Her voice carried a hint of bitterness.

Hua Qianye was taken aback. He walked up to her, squatted down, and looked her in the eye. His voice was clear and bright as he said, "Xuan Minfeng doesn't have that kind of charm. Only Hua Qianye knows how to style hair, and he can also..." He smiled mysteriously, not finishing his sentence. Instead, he flicked his sleeve, and a seven-stringed zither flew out. He gently stroked the strings, his movements fluid and natural. The ethereal music carried a tender, lingering love. This melody resonated with the hearts of those who understood it.

Han Wuxie's eyes flickered slightly as she was momentarily captivated by the music, gazing at him in a daze.

Back in the mortal realm, Murong Liyun's older brother, Murong Likai, possessed exceptional zither skills. She had sought him out because of his music, only to be greatly disappointed. The music was beautiful, but the man himself was not as pure as the music. Hua Qianye was quite jealous of her pursuit, but unfortunately, he couldn't play the zither at the time. Could it be… that he began learning back then?

Han Wuxie shook his head with a wry smile. Perhaps it was Xuan Minfeng who could play the zither?

Hua Qianye frowned as he watched the joy in her eyes turn to bitterness. Only after the music finished did he slowly say, "Xuan Minfeng doesn't have that kind of interest; he can't play the zither."

Upon hearing this, Han Wuxie looked at him in disbelief and asked in a low voice, "Did you start learning back in the mortal realm?"

Hua Qianye gazed deeply into her eyes and nodded, saying, "I studied diligently when you taught Zhu Fengmo."

"Why didn't you just ask me? Why did you have to learn it by stealing it?" Han Wuxie was a little puzzled. If he wanted to learn, he would definitely teach him seriously.

Hua Qianye reached out and gently scratched her nose, the movement so natural, just as when she was a spirit and would casually scratch her little nose.

"Wouldn't you be more surprised then?" He smiled, his phoenix eyes narrowing with a slightly intoxicated allure, and he even blushed slightly as he asked, "Was it pleasant to listen to? Am I worthy to be your confidant?"

Han Wuxie's heart stirred. Looking at the slightly drunken man, how could he resist his charm?

She nodded slightly, her eyes filled with a hint of infatuation, as if she were intoxicated by his music. Those who understand music can naturally hear the deep affection and longing in his melody.

It has been four months since I came to the God Realm and we parted ways. Although I have seen Xuan Minfeng during this time, it is not him. Even if he has the same appearance, how can he be him if there is no memory of him in his soul?

Now, standing before me, isn't he the one I've longed for for so long? But... as things are now, he clearly learned to play the zither, wanting to become my soulmate, but because of my lack of understanding of Xuan Minfeng, I almost wasted his efforts.

"I want to remember those memories," she said, bringing up the topic that had previously caused them both discomfort.

Hua Qianye sighed, and this time she did not avoid the question. Instead, she looked at her with heartache and said in a low voice, "You know that in your past life you were the eldest daughter of the Beast Taming God Clan."

"I know." Han Wuxie nodded, a confident smile playing on his lips. "Regardless of my memory, do you think I'll be stumped?"

Could she be stumped? From a mortal in the celestial realm, she rose step by step to become a god in just over a decade. What could possibly be difficult for her?

Hua Qianye's expression was slightly melancholy. The stronger she appeared on the outside, the softer she was inside. Nothing could defeat her, so why did she have to face all these difficulties?

Hua Qianye reached out and hugged her tightly, his eyes filled with heartache, his voice low and hoarse, "Wu Xie, I really don't want you to think about unhappy things."

Feeling his stiffness as he hugged her, Han Wuxie looked up and met his gaze filled with tenderness. Her heart softened slightly, and she reached out to pat his back, saying gently, "There must be unhappy memories as well as happy ones, right? I want to feel what she thought and longed for when she had Xuan Minfeng by her side."

Hua Qianye's voice was still low and hoarse, conveying a deep sense of reluctance as he said, "Xuan Minfeng's memories are nothing more than entering the island and spending five years with her. Later, she returned to the God Realm, and Xuan Minfeng continued to cultivate diligently in the mortal realm. What exactly happened during her time in the God Realm, how she faced the destruction of the Beast Taming God Clan, how she was captured by the Demon God, and how she was forced by the Demon God to hand over the Beast Taming Music Score—Xuan Minfeng could only learn from the people around her that the situation was extremely dire. I'm afraid you can't bear it."

Han Wuxie maintained his calm and composed smile, and said gently, "The mortal realm, the immortal realm, and now the divine realm—have I faced anything less than what she has experienced?"

Hua Qianye shook his head helplessly and said with a wry smile, "I know your journey has been difficult, but..." He knew that if he didn't speak more bluntly, she wouldn't give up. He said helplessly, "You have me by your side, your contracted beast to help you, and your two younger brothers to keep you company. Although your cultivation path is extremely arduous, it has its joys and sorrows. But what about her? She was sent to a deserted island at a young age. If Xuan Minfeng hadn't appeared, she would have been alone on that island for several years. How lonely and miserable that would have been!"

Han Wuxie's expression darkened slightly.

Hua Qianye initially hesitated to continue, but seeing that she seemed determined to regain her memories, Hua Qianye felt a pang of pity. Nevertheless, she continued, "She returned to the God Realm, hoping to reunite with her family, but instead of the happiness she hoped for, she witnessed the annihilation of the Beast Taming God Clan! She went back at the worst possible time to face all of this! A teenage girl, after all her loved ones have died, it would have been a relief if she had died along with them. But instead, she was taken away by the Demon God. How much torture she suffered under the Demon God's hands is something Xuan Minfeng could never find out! But even if he couldn't find out, just by imagining it, he could guess that being in the Demon God's hands must have been unbearable!"

Han Wuxie remained expressionless.

Hua Qianye couldn't bear to continue, tightening his grip on her arms, and said in a low, hoarse voice, "Wu Xie, isn't it good to just be Wu Xie? All the things from our past lives are like fleeting clouds, why chase after troubles?"

Han Wuxie raised his head, but his gaze was stubborn and low. His black eyes were like an unfathomable ancient well, cold yet containing more complex emotions.

"Wu Xie..." For the first time, Hua Qianye felt that she was unfathomable and had no idea what she was thinking at this moment.

Han Wuxie lowered his eyes, and after a long while, his voice, deep and resonant like an echo in a valley, said, "If she truly suffered, how could I let her suffer in vain? Perhaps there are unfulfilled wishes behind regaining her memories. If before, I wanted to find her memories to give you two lifetimes of love, then now, I want to do more than just that. I also want to fulfill her unfulfilled wishes! The Demon God killed her, so I will make him pay with his life!"

Hua Qianye froze, her voice tinged with bitterness as she said, "Xuan Minfeng nearly perished while trying to save her last wisp of soul. If it weren't for the mysterious old man's intervention, Xuan Minfeng might already be gone. Even if the mysterious old man had saved him, this body wouldn't be able to defeat the Demon God. If he could have killed the Demon God, he probably would have done so already. Moreover, the Demon God's strength is now far more astonishing than before; even the ancient gods are probably no match for him."

Han Wuxie frowned slightly, but still said firmly, "I must know and retrieve my memories of my past life, whether they are joyful or sorrowful, filled with hatred or resentment, I must know! I have the right to know!"

Seeing his resolute gaze, leaving no room for negotiation, Hua Qianye could only sigh and say, "The soul naturally contains memories, which have always been within your body. Even if you don't search for them, you will learn about your past lives, or even more lifetimes of reincarnation, as your cultivation level increases. If you want to activate those memories in the fastest way, you must go to the place where you died in your previous life."

"Where did she die?" Han Wuxie asked in a deep voice, "You should know very well where she died. Take me there!"

Hua Qianye held her tightly, reluctant to part, and asked one last time, "Is it necessary to remember your past life? Can't we just be a carefree Han Wuxie, without any worries?"

Han Wuxie gazed at his deep blue eyes, filled with melancholy, heartache, and reluctance, and smiled gently, knowing that he cared about her and that she could not possibly cause him worry.

"If I can regain her memories and she has any unfulfilled wishes, I will help her fulfill them. From then on, I will be the truly carefree Han Wuxie, won't I?"

She reached out and touched Hua Qianye's face, her voice slightly tipsy as she said, "I've always wanted to touch your face like this, but in the past you were a spirit, so I could only touch the air and trace your outline. Today I can finally touch your face, and I realize how warm your face is."

Hua Qianye knew she was trying to please him, afraid that he would be sad if she regained her memories, and she didn't want him to worry about her. Because he understood, he went along with what she wanted.

He reached out and took her small hand that was stroking his cheek, placed it to his lips, and gently kissed it.

"Wu Xie, if you insist, I will naturally grant your wish." He took her hand and flew away into the distance.

As dawn broke, Hua Qianye led Han Wuxie toward the southwest of the God Realm.

He stopped when the sun was high in the sky.

"This is the bottomless cliff that separates the gods and demons." Hua Qianye's voice was clear and gentle, with a continued sigh: "If you want to remember the past, you must jump down from here. Although it is called the bottomless cliff, there is a thousand-year-old cold pool below, so it is not truly bottomless."

"Did you die above the Thousand-Year Cold Pool in your past life?" Han Wuxie frowned slightly. What she saw before her was a cliff, but it was an abyss from which the bottom could not be seen. If Hua Qianye had not told her that there was a Thousand-Year Cold Pool below, she might have really thought it was a bottomless cliff.

"Are you mentally prepared?" Hua Qianye held her hand, as if to give her warmth, and said softly, "If you are ready, I will take you down."

Han Wuxie glanced down, took a breath, and said, "Okay!"

Hua Qianye reached out and wrapped his arm around her waist, then leaped into the air.

Caught in the gale, surrounded by nothing but rocks, Han Wuxie had no idea how long she and Hua Qianye had been jumping down. It seemed like an eternity, but when she looked down, it was still pitch black and she couldn't see the bottom.

The wind was so strong that she couldn't speak, afraid that if she did, the wind would get into her mouth.

She used a secret telepathic technique to ask, "How deep is this place? How much longer until we reach the icy pool?"

Unable to speak, Hua Qianye transmitted her voice, saying, "When you feel cold."

"When it's cold?" Han Wuxie smiled bitterly. How long had it been since she felt cold? Because she was a divine root of ice attribute, her resistance to cold had always been very strong.

As if guessing Han Wuxie's thoughts, Hua Qianye transmitted her voice, saying, "Although the Cold Pool is called the Thousand-Year Cold Pool, it has probably existed for hundreds of millions of years. The person who named it was an ancient god, and at that time it was already a thousand-year-old Cold Pool. After such a long time, the god who named it back then has long since passed away, and it has become even colder. Back then, if the Demon God hadn't thrown you into the bottom of the Thousand-Year Cold Pool, and Xuan Minfeng hadn't risked his life to rush into the Cold Pool to save your last wisp of soul, you wouldn't have been injured, and wouldn't have almost been annihilated. Even Xuan Minfeng, who was able to defeat the Demon God's power back then, couldn't resist this Thousand-Year Cold Pool. Your ice attribute divine root will also be ineffective, and you will definitely feel cold when you get close to it."

Han Wuxie nodded and transmitted his voice, "If we stop on the surface of the icy pool, I can regain my memories?"

Hua Qianye replied telepathically, "When Xuanmin Feng passed through this place, there was an open space by the cold pool where you could rest. If you sat cross-legged there and relaxed your soul, your soul would be able to sense your past life memories."

The closer the two got to the depths of the cliff, the stronger the howling wind became, gradually bringing with it a biting cold.

Han Wuxie could clearly hear the sound of his teeth chattering. He had never experienced this feeling of cold since he acquired the Root of God. He realized that the feeling of cold was so piercing and excruciating.

Hua Qianye held Han Wuxie tightly, but even he was trembling, his body already cold and unable to give her warmth.

He was filled with frustration and tried to use magic to turn into flames, but unfortunately, any magic seemed to be ineffective above the icy pool. This was the fundamental reason why Xuan Minfeng was so powerless back then, almost losing his soul. The icy pool here was extremely strange; not only did it make even gods feel cold, but it also rendered magic unusable. It was as if, upon arriving here, gods were merely mortals, feeling cold and powerless.

As the mist rose, the other person's face became obscured in the haze.

Han Wuxie felt extremely cold. Hua Qianye kicked a rock, and before they fell into the icy pool, a flat area appeared. He held Han Wuxie in his arms and rushed into the flat area as fast as he could. His back was against the flat area, and because of the great impact, he suddenly felt a sharp pain in his back.

Han Wuxie could clearly hear the cracking sound coming from the bones on Hua Qianye's back.

She broke free from his embrace and tried to help him up, but Hua Qianye shook his head with a wry smile and said, "Don't move me, let me lie here for a while."

"But..." Han Wuxie looked at him nervously, her eyes filled with worry.

Hua Qianye reached out and gently pinched her nose, remaining still, and laughed, "In the Cold Pool, any magic or medicine is useless. If you're injured, you can only stay still and let it heal on its own, although it will take a long time. I think by the time you regain your memories, I'll be almost fully recovered. Quickly sit cross-legged and search for your memories."

Han Wuxie suddenly leaned down and kissed his lips. His face instantly turned red, and he said with some guilt, "You knew you would get hurt, yet you protected me on top and took the pain yourself."

Hua Qianye licked her lips, still wanting more, and narrowed her alluring eyes, smiling wickedly, "If getting injured could earn me a kiss from you, I'd be willing to get injured every day—"

Han Wuxie quickly covered his mouth, glaring at him fiercely: "Don't talk nonsense!"

Hua Qianye stuck out her tongue and licked the hand that was covering her mouth. Han Wuxie was shocked and quickly withdrew her hand. She glared at him and turned around to find a place to sit cross-legged.

The cold made it difficult for her to meditate, but a soothing melody from the piano reached her ears.

She opened her eyes and looked at Hua Qianye. He was lying down, holding his zither, playing with some difficulty. When he saw her looking at him, he revealed a gentle smile. In the cold air of rising white smoke, his smile was as charming as the white moonlight.

Han Wuxie was slightly distracted, but then his eyes sparkled, and he returned his smile with a bright smile.

Hua Qianye felt a warmth in his heart when he met her beautiful and gentle smile. The zither music was tender and affectionate, as if it were telling sweet words. The music was sometimes gentle, sometimes alluring, and sometimes like the melody of a child's soft laughter.

Han Wuxie was a connoisseur of music, so she naturally understood that he was praising her smile through the music. Her face flushed, she lowered her eyes, and listened to the warm music, gradually calming herself down.

A faint white light emanated from Han Wuxie's body. After calming down, the power of her soul gradually increased. The cold air in the cold pool seemed to turn into smoke and clouds and floated towards her. A hazy scene appeared in the smoke and clouds, which was formed by fragments of memories.

As the images formed by those chilling energies entered Han Wuxie's body, Hua Qianye was also witnessing these past events, things that even Xuan Minfeng could not see, and the real reason why the woman left the island.

Han Wuxie's face turned slightly pale. He thought that accepting those memories would be like reading someone else's story, but who knew that these memories would be so painful, as if he were experiencing those days again.

She could have clearly distinguished between her past and present lives, but when these memories were dissected from her soul, she could no longer tell who she was. She kept insisting that she was only Han Wuxie, but when she came into contact with these memories, she truly understood. She was Han Wuxie, and she was also Wanli Miao.

---Aside---

Yesterday was a glorious Christmas Eve, and it should have been peaceful, but unfortunately, Chenchen was not blessed by Christmas Eve. She caught the flu and was immediately infected!

Originally, Chenchen was as strong as an unkillable cockroach and would not be defeated by the flu. However, since the serialization of this article began, a full 140 days have passed and Chenchen has not had a proper rest. The accumulated fatigue eventually defeated him by the flu. He was drowsy and didn't know what to write. His nose was so stuffy that he couldn't breathe. He couldn't breathe through his nose, so he tried to breathe through his mouth, but his throat hurt terribly. It was truly agonizing!

I originally wanted to keep updating 10,000 words until the end, but unfortunately, I'm too exhausted to do so. Today I can only post 5,000 words. I hope you all understand. I know you all wait for updates every day, and I also want to update 10,000 words to keep you entertained, but I'm just too tired. Please give me some time to rest. I won't stop updating; I'll write and post as much as I can each day, waiting for a fully recovered Chenchen to return!