NOVPUBBut this woman, when she smiled, was truly beautiful. It was somewhat of a relief.
He couldn’t bear to see her injured, so he ran to the Medicine Garden on the mountain to pick the herbs he needed and immediately returned to the room.
It was only after Liu Wentian had applied the medicine to Long Yuanyang and used the "8 Trigrams Moving Spirit Needles" acupuncture that Long Yuanyang finally spoke, asking, "Is it okay now? Will it leave a scar?"
"Don’t worry, you are my tiny, tiny, tiny, tiny, tiny, tiny wife. This is my thing; how could I let it become flawed!" Liu Wentian was no longer stuttering at this time.
He had just put the herbs in his mouth and chewed them up; he was also treating himself.
At this time, his tone was mischievous—a teasing of Long Yuanyang.
In fact, he was holding a grudge. This woman had just mocked him for his stuttering, and he had to tease her back!
Long Yuanyang’s face turned slightly red, and she glared at him.
What did he mean by calling her his thing? This guy, really shameless, the nerve to say anything.
Yet, she couldn’t muster any murderous intent towards him anymore.
However, hearing there would be no scars left gave her a sigh of relief!
Later on, Liu Wentian dragged Sato Takuya and Lu Tianqi’s father to a secluded place and turned them into a puddle of pus using the liquefaction water.
Long Yuanyang watched this scene; aside from some surprise, she showed no more emotion, and there was not the slightest discomfort.
The next day, Liu Wentian took the final Qi-Nourishing Spirit, and Long Yuanyang had finally cultivated her Soul-Exiting Demon Scripture to the middle section.
Liu Wentian then received calls from Li Chuyue and Bai Ruguo, asking when he would return. After thinking about it, he informed the two women that he would start his journey back in a couple of days.
In the evening,
Long Yuanyang was playing the guzheng in the small pavilion, like a beauty isolated from the world, resembling a pure violet lotus in the murky world.
She was still wearing the porcelain cheongsam. The injury before was now sewn up by her and even though it was almost imperceptible, it felt like it had aged.
"I am leaving tomorrow morning." Liu Wentian stepped over the lake surface, ran to the pavilion, and said to Long Yuanyang.
His purpose for this trip had been fulfilled, and even his luck was extraordinarily good, directly obtaining seven Ink Green Herbs, which led to a breakthrough in his Realm, so it was time to go back.
And Long Yuanyang having cultivated her Soul-Exiting Demon Scripture to the middle section was also freed from the nightly pain caused by the Lifebound Gu; she no longer needed his blood.
The music from Long Yuanyang’s guzheng suddenly stopped, then she began to play again. The music was low and turned into a chaotic melody, evoking a sense of sadness.
It seemed her music always carried a touch of confusion and loneliness.
"Alright," Long Yuanyang said.
It seemed she didn’t really care whether Liu Wentian left or not.
"Will you return to Shenming City with me?" Liu Wentian suddenly asked.
Long Yuanyang’s music stopped again, this time without restarting, as she looked towards Liu Wentian, thinking she had heard wrong. 𝑛𝘰𝘷𝑝𝘶𝑏.𝑐𝘰𝘮
Liu Wentian shrugged and said with a smile, "Look at you, you don’t have a single friend, and even your subordinates want to harm you. How pitiful. After all, you are my little, little, little, little, little, little wife. As your husband, I should take care of you."
Long Yuanyang was annoyed and glared at Liu Wentian. How could he always be so frivolous!
However, inexplicably, her mood seemed to improve somewhat.
She shook her head and said, "Lu Tianqi is dead, and there are still many things to deal with at the Witchcraft Sect. The Witchcraft Sect was left to me by the witch, I must manage it well for her, and not let it decline."
Liu Wentian nodded, but somehow, he felt a bit of loss in his heart, and his smile faded a bit.
Long Yuanyang saw his expression, looked at the lake, then back at Liu Wentian, pondered for a few seconds, and said, "I know where you live, maybe, I’ll come to find you someday."
Liu Wentian was stunned, then smilingly said, "Come to do what? To be my tiny, tiny, tiny, tiny, tiny, tiny wife?"
"Maybe," said Long Yuanyang.
"Uh..." Liu Wentian was just making a routine tease, but Long Yuanyang’s reply left him somewhat astonished.
Truthfully, he wasn’t quite sure what he felt for Long Yuanyang.
It wasn’t quite love yet, but the idea of parting made him feel a bit reluctant.
In fact, Long Yuanyang was more perplexed than Liu Wentian, unsure of her feelings towards him.
From her childhood, no one had ever told her what liking or love was.
Therefore, her answer of "maybe" reflected her uncertainty about whether this peculiar feeling would persist over time.
If it did persist, maybe someday she would seek him out to be his woman.
The next morning, Liu Wentian left the valley.
On his way, he visited the Miao village to bid farewell to Liu Qinglian and her grandfather.
Liu Qinglian insisted on accompanying him to town to catch a ride, and even though Liu Wentian said it was not necessary, the young girl insisted, so he agreed with a laugh.
As they walked among the Congliu, Liu Qinglian asked, "Brother Tian, what exactly is your relationship with Sister Yuanyang? Isn’t she coming to see you off?"
Even though Liu Wentian had said he was not Long Yuanyang’s brother, Liu Qinglian still felt there was some kind of connection between them.
Liu Wentian just smiled and didn’t answer this nosy party’s question, instead asking, "By the way, Teng Lai didn’t continue to bother you, right?"
"No,"
Liu Qinglian’s face showed a smile, seeming very happy, and said, "My grandfather treated his wounds. It seems my grandfather also warned him not to bother me anymore."
