Chapter 15

Xian'er, who had just woken up, saw Ye Wuxie sitting beside her, quietly cultivating. Her clear eyes sparkled with joy, but then seemed to recall something, and her delicate eyebrows furrowed slightly.

Seemingly feeling the warmth of the sunlight, Ye Wuxie's body trembled, and the holy battle qi he had been cultivating all night gradually subsided. He opened his tightly closed eyes, just in time to meet Xian'er's clear gaze, and she gave him a sweet smile.

With a joyful expression, Ye Wuxie quickly stood up and asked with concern, "Xian'er, you're awake, how do you feel...?"

Seeing the concern flash across Ye Wuxie's handsome face, Xian'er felt a warm sensation in her heart. Her eyes swept over Ye Wuxie's right hand, which was coated with healing ointment. Xian'er understood that last night, this young man, who seemed like her own older brother, had perhaps saved her life once again.

A hint of inexplicable reluctance crossed Xian'er's beautiful face as she sat up on the bed and looked at Ye Wuxie with a bright smile, "Brother Wuxie, if it weren't for you last night, Xian'er would have turned to ashes long ago. To think, this is the second time you've saved my life."

Xian'er's voice was clear and melodious, filled with genuine gratitude and deep affection.

Hearing her words, Ye Wuxie pretended to be angry, "Xian'er, if you keep being so formal with Brother Wuxie, I'll leave."

"Alright, Xian'er knows she was wrong."

Over the past ten years, Ye Wuxie and Xian'er had developed a deep bond like siblings. For Ye Wuxie, in the entire Murong family, the only ones he couldn't bear to part with were Murong Changqing and Xian'er. The former was his respected elder, and the latter was his beloved younger sister.

"Xian'er, since you're fine, I'm relieved. Rest well, I'll leave first and come back to see you later."

The young man who had stayed by her side all night stroked Xian'er's hair and was about to turn to leave. He knew that Xian'er might be hiding secrets, and last night's events had revealed much to him, but so what?

For Ye Wuxie, Xian'er was his sister. If his sister didn't want to speak, he wouldn't ask. What mattered was that Xian'er was safe.

Xian'er's smiling face had turned to deep reluctance at some point. Watching Ye Wuxie's figure about to leave, she suddenly spoke softly, "Brother Wuxie, Xian'er... is leaving..."

Hearing Xian'er's words filled with reluctance, Ye Wuxie's steps paused, and his eyes also showed a hint of reluctance. Perhaps in his heart, he had long known that Xian'er would eventually leave the Murong family, but he hadn't expected it to come so soon.

"Brother Wuxie, Xian'er, like you, was fostered in the Murong family. It's been ten years. These ten years have been peaceful and happy for Xian'er. Although the Murong family is small, it has a tranquility and harmony that can't be found elsewhere. Here, I don't need to be afraid or sad. And you, Brother Wuxie, with you always by Xian'er's side, I feel the warmth of family. You've made me realize that there are things in this world that I cherish. I won't forget any of this..."

It seemed that a deep chord in Xian'er's heart had been struck. Her clear eyes were brimming with tears, but she wasn't overly sad, just deeply reluctant.

A pair of warm, fair hands gently embraced the young girl. Ye Wuxie stroked Xian'er's hair, his eyes also filled with reluctance, but his deep voice spoke in her ear, "Silly Xian'er, it's not a life-and-death separation. Leaving the Murong family doesn't mean we can't see each other again. Look, I'm about to leave the Murong family to participate in the Hundred Cities Battle. If it were me, wouldn't I also shed a few tears?"

"Chuckle"

Xian'er, who was leaning on Ye Wuxie's shoulder, couldn't help but laugh, lightly tapping Ye Wuxie, "Annoying! Brother Wuxie, you're teasing me again..."

Xian'er's reluctance seemed to lessen with Ye Wuxie's teasing. She looked at Ye Wuxie's handsome face and gentle gaze, and asked softly, "Brother Wuxie, you must come to see Xian'er in the future, okay?"

Feeling Xian'er's anticipation and unease, Ye Wuxie felt a pang in his heart. He had grown up without his parents by his side and had been separated from Uncle Fu early on. Although Murong Changqing treated him like his own, the one who gave Ye Wuxie the warmest feeling of family was Xian'er.

Now, with the impending separation, Ye Wuxie's reluctance was no less than Xian'er's.

"Of course, no matter how far the journey, Brother Wuxie will definitely come to see you. This is Brother Wuxie's promise."

Ye Wuxie nodded firmly, his gaze and tone resolute.

Hearing Ye Wuxie's affirmation, Xian'er smiled through her tears again, nodding her head heavily. They looked at each other, their faces filled with warm smiles.

...

"From this parting, who knows when we will meet again? Kong, can people really never escape parting?"

A slightly melancholic thought echoed in his heart as Ye Wuxie left Xian'er's small building and strolled down the stone path. A gentle breeze brought a sense of reluctance, lightly brushing against Ye Wuxie's cheeks.

"Ha ha, there's no banquet that doesn't disperse. Even blood relatives will eventually part... Don't worry, this young girl is a descendant of the Phoenix Lady. In her state of fusing with a true spirit last night, she must have a high status in the Phoenix Lady's sect. Although I don't know why the Phoenix Lady would foster such a disciple in a small place like the Murong family, her future will only get better."

"Phoenix Lady? Sounds very powerful. What kind of existence is she?"

Ye Wuxie wasn't surprised that Kong knew about the Phoenix Lady. Kong had only lost the most important memory of who he was, but other less important memories were still intact, such as identifying medicinal pills.

The Phoenix Lady sparked a bit of curiosity in Ye Wuxie.

"In my remaining memories, there are some descriptions of her. This is why I could recognize that the young girl was fusing with a true spirit. The Phoenix Lady is not a single person but a general term for a long-standing and powerful sect. All the members of the sect are women, and each one is exceptionally powerful. Even among the gathering of powerful sects, they have a strong reputation!"

"The Phoenix Lady's sect has unique and powerful techniques, all derived from the innate true spirits within their bodies. Every year, the Phoenix Lady sends countless disciples to search the world for female infants with true spirits, taking them into the sect. This young girl is likely one of them. However, although the Phoenix Lady's sect is powerful, they have peculiar temperaments and are not easy to deal with."

"Oh? Quite a unique sect."

Kong's explanation left Ye Wuxie marveling, but he also understood that Xian'er would not suffer after returning to the Phoenix Lady. His worries were temporarily put aside.

"In any case, work hard. With your talent, if you hadn't spent ten years cultivating the Holy Battle Law to its origin, your current achievements would certainly surpass Jun Shanlie. But everything has its purpose. You spent ten years cultivating the Holy Battle Law's origin, and in the future, you will gain great fortune from it. Wuxie, this world is vast. As long as you keep getting stronger, one day you will discover the boundless wonders of this world."

Ye Wuxie understood that Kong was indirectly encouraging him. He smiled, composed himself, and quickly headed towards where Murong Changqing lived.

"Uncle Changqing, Wuxie requests an audience."

Standing outside Murong Changqing's room, Ye Wuxie spoke respectfully.

"Brat, since you're here, why are you standing outside? Come in!"

A robust voice came from inside the room. Hearing Murong Changqing's words, Ye Wuxie felt a bit relieved, knowing that Murong Changqing's injuries were not serious.

Murong Changqing sat in a chair in the living room, his face ruddy, as if he had just finished cultivating. Seeing Ye Wuxie enter, he smiled.

"Uncle Changqing, are your injuries okay?"

Approaching Murong Changqing, Ye Wuxie asked.

"No problem. Jun Shanlie didn't try to kill me; he just injured me. I just need a few days of rest to recover."

Murong Changqing waved his hand, indicating that he was fine.

Hearing Murong Changqing mention Jun Shanlie, a flash of killing intent appeared in Ye Wuxie's eyes, which was immediately noticed by Murong Changqing.

Recalling the four-year agreement between Ye Wuxie and Jun Shanlie from the previous day, Murong Changqing sighed again.

"Uncle Changqing, rest assured. In four years, I will defeat Jun Shanlie and avenge you for yesterday's humiliation!"

Ye Wuxie's tone was resolute, clearly harboring deep animosity towards Jun Shanlie.

Seeing the burden the young man was shouldering alone, Murong Changqing felt both moved and worried, but the worry quickly dissipated. He knew that the Ye Wuxie of today was no longer the Ye Wuxie of the past.

He had risen again and would surely shine brightly. In four years, who could say that Ye Wuxie couldn't defeat Jun Shanlie?

"Wuxie, you must have something to ask me, right?"

Seeming to know what Ye Wuxie was thinking, Murong Changqing smiled.

"Yes, Wuxie came to bid farewell. Since I've agreed to represent Longguang City in the Hundred Cities Battle, I don't know how long I'll be gone, so I came to say goodbye."

Looking at Murong Changqing, Ye Wuxie replied.

"Ha ha... City Lord Qi allowing you to represent Longguang City in the battle is a testament to your strength and potential. This is an honor for our Murong family. Go ahead without worry!"

Murong Changqing smiled, knowing that Ye Wuxie representing Longguang City in the Hundred Cities Battle was a significant recognition.

Taking a deep breath, Ye Wuxie looked at Murong Changqing with a burning gaze and said, "The second reason I came is to ask you about Uncle Fu."

Seeing the determined look in the young man's eyes, Murong Changqing sighed, a hint of nostalgia in his gaze.

"Wuxie, I knew you would eventually ask about this. Fine, it's time you knew about that person, your Uncle Fu."

Ye Wuxie's breathing quickened at Murong Changqing's words, but he held his breath, not wanting to miss a single word.

"It was eleven years ago. I couldn't stand the few cultivators outside Longguang City who were burning, killing, and looting, so in a fit of anger, I decided to eliminate them. But I didn't expect to fall into their trap."

"Although those few cultivators were not as powerful as me, together they posed a threat. I was caught off guard and fell into an ambush. Just as I was about to die, that person appeared!"

At this point, a look of admiration and respect flashed in Murong Changqing's eyes.

"I will never forget it. He just pointed at the three of them, and those three cultivators, who were at the fifth stage of the Mortal Cleansing Realm, the Qi魄Stage, turned to ashes and vanished into the air."

Murong Changqing's voice trembled, clearly still unable to forget the terrifying power of Uncle Fu.

Ye Wuxie was also deeply moved. This confirmed that Uncle Fu was indeed a powerful cultivator.

"That person looked middle-aged, but his aura was as deep as the sea, boundless and vast. And at the time, he had a sleeping little boy on his back."

Murong Changqing looked at Ye Wuxie, clearly indicating that the little boy was Ye Wuxie.

"But that person would occasionally cough, and I even saw dark red bloodstains on his sleeves. Although I'm not a healing expert, I could tell that he had internal injuries that had persisted for a long time."

At this, Ye Wuxie was startled!