Ex-Wife is a Big Villainess
Chapter 664 - 329: Mysterious Immortal Master_2

Chapter 664: Chapter 329: Mysterious Immortal Master_2

"Successfully resolving Tianqing Manor was due to the Immortal Master planting agents as insiders in advance. Moreover, Leng Chaosong turning into a Demon Cultivator already made many within the sect dissatisfied, seeing it as a disgrace. Leng Chaosong traveling with his daughter might just be a way to avoid those gossips.

However, speaking of it, this time Leng Chaosong’s precious daughter ran away, making the Immortal Master very angry, and sending people to capture her yielded no results. After all, he once said that girl was a top-quality Tool Girl, hehe."

Zhao Zhiqing detected the schadenfreude in the other’s words and did not chime in.

He understood in his heart that the reason this General He was dissatisfied with the Immortal Master was because the woman he liked was turned into a Tool Girl by the latter, so he always hoped the Immortal Master would face setbacks.

Nevertheless, Zhao Zhiqing poured cold water on him:

"Have you ever considered that the reason the Immortal Master didn’t personally go to catch that girl in the end might actually be deliberate, letting her go?"

General He was stunned.

Immediately, he thought of something, a chill running up his spine.

"The Immortal Master is fishing!"

——

The carriage sped along the wide road.

Inside the carriage, Tan Shuangshuang, looking sickly, sat lost in a corner, occasionally casting her gaze at the fast-passing forest scenery outside the window, her eyes full of worry.

"Sleep a bit more, recovery will be quicker."

Dugu Luoxue, who was sewing clothes with her head down, spoke softly.

Tan Shuangshuang bent her knees, hugged them, and curiously observed this woman who seemed like a fairy in a painting.

In the slightly dim light, the woman’s figure appeared extremely serene and graceful.

Every subtle movement, every delicate expression, seemed to intricately depict her own charm.

Tan Shuangshuang had seen many stunning beauties, but none with such outstanding temperament that people are involuntarily drawn to this tranquility and elegance.

"Senior, do you have a man you like?"

Tan Shuangshuang asked impulsively.

Dugu Luoxue evidently did not expect such a question from the other, her delicate face showing a bit of surprise.

She remembered that Jiang Shouzhong had asked a similar question before, to which she had unhesitatingly shaken her head. But now when others asked, she inexplicably hesitated a bit.

Tilting her head, Dugu Luoxue thought for a moment, then gently shook her head: "No."

Tan Shuangshuang smiled and said, "My question was unnecessary."

Dugu Luoxue lowered her head and continued sewing clothes. After a while, she suddenly looked up and asked: "What does it feel like to like someone?"

Tan Shuangshuang was stunned, momentarily unsure of how to answer.

Facing this ethereal fairy, a common explanation seemed inadequate, the woman recalled a line of romantic talk her husband once said and spoke:

"Liking someone is like accidentally encountering a vintage wine on a long ancient road. Initially, you’re merely attracted by its aroma, thinking a small sip would suffice.

But unexpectedly, once it touches your lips, it leaves a lingering taste, and from then on you think of it day and night, longing for that unique, rich sweetness again.

For this fine wine, you’re willing to exert great effort, crossing mountains and valleys to seek the winery. Many don’t understand, with so many good wines in the world, why go through such troubles.

But you know in your heart, it’s not just a bottle of wine; it’s become an obsession in your heart. Gradually, you find that even if you can’t frequently taste this wine, just knowing it’s there satisfies your heart..."

Listening to Tan Shuangshuang’s description, Dugu Luoxue stared blankly at the scenery outside the window, somewhat dazed.

Path of Falling Desire, Path of Falling Emotion...

This Emotional Path doesn’t seem so frightening after all.

Should I try to be an ordinary woman?

Dugu Luoxue inexplicably felt a bit tired.

Mainly her inner fatigue, like a mountain pressing down on her heart.

She lowered her head, bit off the thread, hugged the half-sewn clothes in her arms, leaned against the carriage wall, and closed her eyes pretending to sleep...

The carriage swayed.

The woman’s heart swayed as well.

——

The creek murmured, babbling as it wound around a small bridge, casting a serene and peaceful tint to the village.

Ran Qingchen entered the Water Moon Dream Mirror once again.

Arriving at Anhe Village.

Since the woman named Ye Zhuchan gave her the Water Moon Dream Mirror, in her spare time she would occasionally enter the dream mirror to see the past of Jiang Shouzhong and Qu Hongling.

The anger in the woman’s heart was gone.

Of course, the hatred remained.

Watching the happy times of the two, sometimes she would ponder, if she had known Jiang Shouzhong first, would Qu Hongling completely disappear from his world, with a very different ending?

Jiang Shouzhong would not have incurred so many emotional debts.

However, analyzing this question rationally, Ran Qingchen realized that the result might not change much.

In the past, she had been exclusively pursuing the Sword Dao, avoiding matters of romance.

Even if she and Jiang Shouzhong knew each other early, her various actions would push him towards other women.

Moreover, realistically speaking, when Jiang Shouzhong found her, he only had Qu Hongling as his ex-wife, and the man was trying hard to forget, she could have had him all to herself.

But ultimately, she kept missing the best opportunities time and again.

This left Ran Qingchen very confused.

Maybe she was not suited for love.

Especially the death of her master, which left her with little attachment to this world, changing her disposition a lot.

Let go... Forget... Pick up the sword...

People must grow.

Ran Qingchen occasionally thought, perhaps her mother also experienced these emotional setbacks, repeatedly going from abandoning emotion to indulging and then to forgetfulness.

"But can I let go?"

Ran Qingchen propped her cheeks with her hands, quietly watching the playful teenagers by the riverbank.

In the setting sun, the silhouettes of the two resembled a dynamic painting, perfectly blended and full of beauty. Sometimes one has to admit, they truly are a golden couple.

Ran Qingchen realized she was ultimately unnecessary.

Clinging to love that belongs to others is like water in a bamboo basket, ultimately having nothing.

"Jiang Mo, if I let go, will you let go? Perhaps, you never cared at all."

Ran Qingchen sighed softly.

Unnoticed, Ye Zhuchan appeared behind the woman.

She tucked in her hair by her ear and smiled, saying: "If you truly intend to let go, stand in front of Brother Jiang now, and tell him personally... I forgive you.

Because only by forgiving can you be relieved, only by being relieved can you learn to let go, and no longer be persistent."

Ran Qingchen moved her lips but said nothing.

Ye Zhuchan smiled and said, "Why not watch their intimate scenes, every time they undress, you leave the Water Moon Dream Mirror in anger."

"I find it disgusting," Ran Qingchen said coldly.

"I see."

Ye Zhuchan chuckled, saying no more.

After a while, Ran Qingchen suddenly stood up, walking towards the duo playing.

Beside the creek, the boy and girl rolled up their trousers, placing the little fish they caught into newly dug earth pits, having a great time.

Faced with the approaching Ran Qingchen, the two were oblivious... They also couldn’t see her, of course.

As the distance closed, Ran Qingchen’s steps slowed, her heartbeat quickened, and tiny beads of sweat appeared on her palms... Despite them being mere illusions in the dream mirror.

However, as she got very close to Jiang Shouzhong, she suddenly quickened her pace, standing before the man.

Ran Qingchen slightly lifted her chin, directly staring at the man.

"Jiang Mo, I..."

The woman’s lips quivered but couldn’t utter the words "forgive you."

Why?

She could have let go.

Gazing at the man’s familiar face, tears uncontrollably ran down Ran Qingchen’s face.

She raised her hand abruptly to slap him, but remembering it was just an illusion, her raised hand froze in the air.

"Jiang Mo, I hate you!"

The woman shouted in tears.

At a distance, Ye Zhuchan’s lips curved into a smile, muttering, "I am indeed wicked, deliberately shattering the forgetfulness realm this girl painstakingly realized."

Ye Zhuchan suddenly frowned, looking up at the sky.

The sky, like satin, had begun to show wrinkled lines.

Ye Zhuchan sighed, "The true calamity has arrived."

...

After venting her emotions, Ran Qingchen suddenly found her vision blurred, and the surroundings vibrating constantly.

By the time she reacted, she had returned to reality.

She leaned against a rock, with a small campfire in front of her.

To her surprise, she found that across the campfire, there sat a person, who had appeared without her noticing.

"Zhao Wuxiu!?"

The woman’s expression drastically changed.