Each of the nine dragon maidens possesses extraordinary abilities.

There was a long silence on the other end, then Su Zhaoran's voice rang out again: "Alright, what's that disciple's name? I'll go find her."

"You can tell me now," Mo Zhiyan said.

Su Zhaoran asked, "Can she hear me now?"

“She can hear me.”

"how do you know?"

"She's right next to me right now."

"None of the disciples from the Zhiyan lineage came to today's gathering."

Feeling a little embarrassed, but thinking about his shoes, Mo Zhiyan said angrily, "I never said she was a disciple of the Zhiyan lineage, did I? Anyway, she's right here now. You ruined her favorite shoes, so you have to apologize."

There was no sound from that side again.

Mo Zhiyan said, "Are you listening to me?"

Su Zhaoran said, "I'm listening, I'm listening, hmm... So, did she cry when I stepped on her shoes?"

Mo Zhiyan nodded vigorously: "She cried!"

"Hahahaha, a dignified guardian of the meridians actually cried over such a small thing." The other side was almost laughing their heads off.

Mo Zhiyan's face flushed red. It turned out that this bastard had already guessed it was her, and all those words he said were just to play with her. This was really too much. Mo Zhiyan destroyed the communication talisman, picked up an axe, and stormed back to her cave. In the deepest part of her cave, there was soil that had been carefully transplanted and irrigated with spiritual spring water, on which peach trees were planted.

You stepped on my shoes and you still want to eat the peaches I grew? Dream on! She found the one marked Su Zhaoran, raised her axe to chop it down, but in the end she couldn't bring herself to do it.

What was painstakingly cultivated could be destroyed with a single blow of the axe, just like a carefully nurtured relationship that can be severed by a single harsh word. With a bang, Mo Zhiyan put down the axe.

She stroked the peach tree, remembering the peach orchards in her hometown.

Dense rows of peach trees, countless pink blossoms, drifted slowly down from the sky, creating a sea of ​​pink flowers as far as the eye could see. The young girl stood on the peach blossom-strewn ground, watching her father teach under the trees.

She and her childhood friends gathered around the peach tree, which was where she spent her entire childhood, until flames engulfed the entire Peach Blossom Spring. She came to the Nine Peaks Sect, thinking she had grown up, but her soul remained there forever.

She often sees her past self, with two braids and a happy smile on her face. She solemnly hands a peach to her friend, who then gives her a treasured wooden puppet.

Peaches can be exchanged for the other person's most precious possession, because the peaches themselves are the most precious thing to the person. Mo Zhiyan has held this belief for many years.

A huge fire raged, leaving behind her peaches and her past.

So at the Jiuyi Sect, she replanted peach trees. "This one is his, and this one is hers," she said, labeling each peach tree with a name.

Only when she joined the Zhiyan Clan and changed her name to Mo Zhiyan did she realize that she would have many sisters in the future.

"Sister." She looked up and saw that the three people sitting at the head of the table were Ling Suxian, Ji Chengshuo, and Wei Daidan.

Wei Daidan remained expressionless, showing no interest in even looking at her, as Mo Zhiyan posed no danger to her. Ji Cheng looked impatient; she just wanted to finish quickly and go back. Only Ling Suxian, though blind, was someone Mo Zhiyan could still sense her care for him. She played the zither leisurely, the melody not particularly beautiful, but Mo Zhiyan was completely absorbed in it.

Then, one by one, the guardians were found: Zhong Sifu, Shi Bingxin, Qing Zaishan... More and more peach trees grew in the cave. Finally, she planted peach trees for her disciples and the sect leader's lineage as well.

She had never planted so many peach trees before.

Then she began to dream that one day she would hold a peach blossom banquet in the Hall of Words, and invite everyone to sit there, enjoying the peaches she had grown herself. The sect was peaceful and harmonious, and the sisters loved each other. Everyone said, "This is how we in the Nine Peaks Sect love each other."

Isn't it wonderful to be a loving family? Although they have no connection to each other, they are linked together by peaches.

"That would be a beautiful scene," she told herself.

Unfortunately, her wish did not come true.

She inherited the Hall of Words, which became the coldest and most ruthless place, the place that everyone in the sect hated coming to the most.

Mo Zhiyan remained silent during each meeting, though she was actually very sad inside, so sad that she was about to cry.

What are rules for anyway? Aren't they meant to make everyone better? Why did things turn out this way? This is completely different from what she thought.

She wasn't a psychopath like Zhong Sifu; she disliked fear because it distanced people. Yet, everyone was afraid of her. So, she simply stopped going and stayed there alone.

Would the disciples of the Zhiyan lineage fear her? They would all. Mo Zhiyan could clearly see their fear of the rules and their fear of her power to write.

But it was she who inherited the lineage of Zhiyan.

The peach tree she planted was meaningless. She put down her axe and reluctantly stroked the trunk with her hand, as if she could hear the peach tree crying.

"Courtesy, oh ceremony, does it only refer to gifts like jade and silk?"

"Joy, joy, joy," does it only refer to musical instruments like bells and drums?

Without respect and harmony, rituals and music become shackles.

A harsh tyranny is more ferocious than a tiger, relying on power and punishment.

Don't cry, don't cry. Your efforts won't be in vain; someone will accept your gift.

Mo Zhiyan didn't cut down the peach tree she planted for Su Zhaoran, so she started causing trouble for her.

Su Zhaoran initially found it interesting, but gradually she got annoyed. She was a fearless person by nature, so that day she sneaked into Mo Zhiyan's cave.

She originally intended to play a prank, but she was stunned when she saw the peach trees all over the cave, each one even labeled with a name.

Footsteps came from behind her. Su Zhaoran turned around and saw Mo Zhiyan standing there in a daze.

Su Zhaoran immediately raised her hand: "I surrender."

Mo Zhiyan remained standing there, stunned, unsure of her own emotions.

Su Zhaoran said, "Um... First of all, I didn't expect you to be this kind of person. I'm sorry, I misunderstood you. I thought you were just like the other guardians, wanting to cause trouble for our sect leader's lineage. I apologize for that."

Mo Zhiyan asked, "What are you apologizing for?"

Su Zhaoran said, "I apologize for stepping on your shoes. Then, I misunderstood you." She scratched her head and said, "Lu Yueyuan told me that you gave him a very sweet peach. I saw the peach tree you marked. You really used the best materials. No wonder he remembered it for so long."

Mo Zhiyan said, "I'll beat you to death."

She couldn't distinguish her own emotions; they felt like a jumbled mess. She only had one thought: Su Zhaoran had seen her deepest secret, so she had to see Su Zhaoran's secret in return. Only then would it be fair, and only then could they be considered friends.

She reached out to grab Su Zhaoran, who dodged, and with a bang, Lu Yueyuan's peach tree rotted.

Su Zhaoran said weakly, "I didn't mean to. Um, how about I give you one as a replacement?"

"I'm going to beat you to death." Mo Zhiyan's face was devoid of any other emotion when he was angry.

Su Zhaoran asked, "Can't we reconcile?"

Mo Zhiyan said, "I will not reconcile with you. You are not my friend."

She even activated her powers directly. Su Zhaoran was no match for someone at the Dao-I-One realm. Terrified, she used her life-saving magic weapon to flee frantically. Mo Zhiyan relentlessly pursued her. In the end, it was only when the sect leader intervened that the farce was quelled.

Although the matter had subsided, it was not over for Mo Zhiyan. From then on, she and Su Zhaoran were irreconcilable enemies.

That's how it should have been. When Su Zhaoran defected, she issued a kill order, telling everyone to kill her and vent her anger. But in the end, she didn't do it.

Why is that...?

She herself didn't know, but Lu Yueyuan, who had simulated the future many times, did.

After simulating the scenario so many times, he gradually became familiar with Mo Zhiyan's personality. "If I could, I wouldn't want to lay a hand on her." These were Lu Yueyuan's exact words to the system.

He did manage to evade Mo Zhiyan a few times, but if he attacked the other dragon maidens, Mo Zhiyan would seek revenge, and they would definitely become enemies.

In fact, in the game of her previous life, Mo Zhiyan was not very popular because her clothes were not that good-looking and her personality was not that outstanding. Compared with popular dragon girls like Ling Suxian, Ji Chengshuo, and Qing Zaishan, she seemed so ordinary.

That time, Lu Yueyuan defeated Mo Zhiyan again and said, "I'll spare your life, but don't try to stop me again."

Mo Zhiyan asked him, "Why.......?"

Lu Yueyuan said, "There's no reason why."

Mo Zhiyan said, "I cannot watch you kill my sisters, nor can I watch the Nine Peaks Sect kill each other..."

“So back then, you let Su Zhaoran go.” Lu Yueyuan gently touched her bloodied cheek. “I understand that you wanted to maintain the stability of the family more than anyone else. However, the Jiuyi Sect is not your family, they are not your relatives, and I… am not your friend.”

Mo Zhiyan coughed up blood, tears streaming down her face: "Why...?"

Lu Yueyuan said, "You really don't know anything about my grandmaster, so I'll let you off the hook." Then, he said gently, "Don't stop me anymore. This has nothing to do with you. Go somewhere else, okay?"

Mo Zhiyan said, "I am the protector of the Zhiyan lineage... I cannot watch you harm your fellow disciples."

Lu Yueyuan said, "But they were the ones who tried to harm me first, do you understand? My grandmaster was killed by them. Why didn't you stop them then?"

“I don’t know,” Mo Zhiyan said.

“I know you don’t know, that’s why I’m letting you off the hook,” Lu Yueyuan said.

"Here you go, have a peach. Let's play a game and make up..." Mo Zhiyan pulled out a blood-stained peach from his pocket.

Lu Yueyuan held the blade to her throat, while taking the peach with his other hand: "We haven't made up."

Mo Zhiyan said, "...But you ate my peaches, and I didn't receive your gift. That's not fair..."

"Next time," Lu Yueyuan said. "Or the time after that, or a long time from now. Someday, I'll treat you to peaches."

"Let's make up, let's make up." She looked at Lu Yueyuan pleadingly, "Take a bite, and let's make up."

Lu Yueyuan asked, "You won't give up, will you?"

Mo Zhiyan sobbed softly, "Let's make up..."

"If only you could give up now."

"Let's make up. I've found some new board games. Let's play them together..."

“I’ve always missed that sunny afternoon,” Lu Yueyuan said. “I’ll always remember it.”

Mo Zhiyan cried, "Then let's make up. Let's go back and play."

“I have destroyed the Nine Peaks Sect. It is now a ruin. The sunlight may still be the same, but those beautiful afternoons will never return.” Lu Yueyuan’s blade finally fell.

Blood gushed out, and Mo Zhiyan's eyes became unfocused: "Make up..."

"We've always been fine."

"Eat...eat a peach...we...play..."

"On that sunny afternoon in the future, I will come to visit you again. I will bring you peaches that I grew myself. We will play games, chess, and enjoy pastries together. I will share all my troubles with you, and you will listen quietly and comfort me. In your comfort, my soul will find peace."

Chapter 113: I have been waiting for you for a long time, come and dance with me in the abyss (5k)

"Peaches are delicious..."

"It's okay if you say it doesn't taste good."

"No, it's delicious." Mo Zhiyan leaned against Lu Yueyuan and took a small bite. "The taste is very good."

Lu Yueyuan asked, "Are you feeling better?"

"I feel weak all over, and my spiritual energy is depleted," Mo Zhiyan said.

Lu Yueyuan checked Mo Zhiyan's physical condition, took out a blanket from his storage ring and covered her with it: "How did you get like this?"

"...I'm fine, but why did you come?"

"To repay your kindness, you know I killed the Heavenly Venerable's agent, but you didn't issue a kill order against me, so I'm here to repay you."

Mo Zhiyan was taken aback for a moment, then said, "Oh, you shouldn't have thanked me for that..."

“There are many other things, but the most important one is to give you the peaches,” Lu Yueyuan said.

“Ming Huaiwei, younger sister… Eldest sister said she’s not dead. Did you do it?” she suddenly remembered and asked.

Lu Yueyuan nodded: "That's right, she's doing very well." He continued: "Go and keep her company. The place is called Yun Gu, near the river. I've transplanted some very good soil there, so you can keep planting peach trees there."

Mo Zhiyan asked, "How do you know?"

Lu Yueyuan said, "I know."

Mo Zhiyan asked, "Did Su Zhaoran tell you that?"

Lu Yueyuan said, "She won't tell me anything."

Mo Zhiyan paused, thinking of Lu Yueyuan she had seen in Su Zhaoran's memories, and said, "So, are you going to send me away next?"

“You don’t seem to be resistant,” Lu Yueyuan said. “Are you really that content?”

Mo Zhiyan looked up at him, and at that moment, she clearly saw his golden eyes, like a shining sun: "I don't want that much, just planting peach trees is enough, I'm easily satisfied... You're different now, so I'll wait for you at the place you mentioned, until the peach trees are in full bloom, until you come back, and then I will comfort your wounded soul."

With such sincerity, the girl's heart was laid bare in those golden eyes.

Lu Yueyuan froze on the spot: "These words sound so familiar... I didn't expect you to say that. Well, I'll be looking forward to it."

Mo Zhiyan was telling the truth; she had truly accepted everything. So Lu Yueyuan picked her up and walked back towards the Immortal Boat step by step.

The tiger's head, pierced by the blade, screamed in agony before exploding.