Immortal Mortal

The old Yan Er? When he thought of her, Mo Wuji suddenly began to empathise with Cen Shuyin. If his beloved Yan Er of old had met with any sort of danger, he would definitely have risked his life to rescue her. But could he really treat the present Yan Er the same way?

Maybe the man who Cen Shuyin couldn’t forget was the Rogue Cultivator 2705 who held her as she was dying.

Mo Wuji shook his head slightly. Just as he was about to change the topic, Cen Shuyin suddenly said, ”Sister Suting said she has never seen a rogue cultivator in Channel Opening Stage participating in the Five Elements Pill Competition – much less use his mortal hands to concoct pills and earn entry into Five Elements Desolate Domain. She has also never seen a rogue cultivator in Channel Opening Stage, daring to search for the Immeasurable Soul-forging Crystal in Five Elements Desolate Domain alone, and succeeding. Even if this rogue cultivator hadn’t said a word, she could guess that he must have been through the hardest of times, and have come face-to-face with death countless times.”

”Sister Suting?” Mo Wuji knew that Cen Shuyin was referring to him, but he had no idea who this Sister Suting was. Only Zhen Shaoke knew of all these things that he had experienced. Right, and that Linglong knew too.

After speaking for some time, Cen Shuyin was looking much better than before. She also seemed to have more energy than before. ”Sister Suting is the head of the Heaven Seeking Palace, Bei Suting. We came to Zhen Mo Continent together. On the plane here, Sister Suting insisted that we refer to her as Senior and not Dean.”

Sister Suting knows of all these things because Granny Linglong gave her a portion of the Immeasurable Soul-prolonging Flower, which helped her to regain her divine spirit. If not for the fact that Granny Linglong said, ’Your path is yours to make,’ so that she wouldn’t bother you, Sister Suting would have looked for you long ago. Later, when Granny Linglong went missing, Sister Suting couldn’t find you despite her efforts.”

Pausing for a while, Cen Shuyin continued, ”Maybe nobody would have thought that you did all that you did because of a maid who used to be at your side. Maybe Sister Suting didn’t know that you lay your life on the line once again to save Yan Er in Thunder Fog Forest. I’m afraid there is none other like you in this entire universe. You’re willing to exchange your own life for that of a slave. Yan Er is one lucky woman, and you are one faithful man. I believe that one day, Yan Er will appreciate all that you have sacrificed for her.”

Cen Shuyin’s voice became weaker as she slowly lowered her head.

She didn’t know why she said all of this, when in her heart she knew that Mo Wuji had similarly risked his life to enter Thorny Wind Gate. What remained of the clothes he wore were pieces of cloth, clinging on to his body. Scars from the whips of wind covered his exposed skin. She guessed that the torture that Mo Wuji had experienced here was comparable to hers. In fact, she probably could live only because he had risked his life to save her.

Maybe she had said so much so that she would stop thinking of these things. Yet, she couldn’t forget. In some ways, she was like Mo Wuji. She couldn’t forget the favours that others did for her, much less if the person saved her life.

”Senior Cen, now that you have exhausted your potential, can you still recover? Or at least cultivate your potential again?” Mo Wuji initiated the diversion in conversation, because he no longer wanted to discuss the topic.

Whether Cen Shuyin’s words served to remind him not to forget Yan Er, or to remind herself of something, Mo Wuji did not want to pry further. He didn’t even want to ask if Linglong wanted to obtain the Immeasurable Soul-prolonging Flower because of Bei Suting.

Cen Shuyin pulled her clothes tighter around herself, and her facial expression slowly became natural again.

”If not for your Immeasurable Soul-prolonging Flower, I wouldn’t have regained consciousness. I wouldn’t even be able to recover forever. Now, my divine spirit is slowly recuperating. In two months, I should be fully recovered,” Cen Shuyin forced herself to suppress the immense gratitude that she felt toward him. She couldn’t have a partner. At the same time, she believed that Yan Er would one day return to Mo Wuji.

Rejoicing, Mo Wuji said, ”I was planning to train here for a few months too. Oh yes, this ring is for you. Let me take out its contents…”