Chapter 6 — After He Let Go Of My Hand Again, He Regrets It

Lam Dung Dung burst into tears. My mouth was sealed, I couldn't speak even if I wanted to speak, I could only stare at Bui Ngoc. A trace of hesitation flashed across his face. When he saw Lam Dung Dung crying, he finally made up his mind.

“I choose her.”

He pointed his hand towards Lam Dung Dung. Lam Dung Dung's face flashed with pride, she quickly glanced at me. As if speaking. You are definitely dead. While she was running towards Bui Ngoc, the robbers escorted her away with knives. Behind is the big sea under ten thousand truong cliffs. I thought for a moment, I'd rather jump down myself than be killed by someone. So, taking advantage of his vulnerability, I bit him hard on the arm. Immediately after that, I jumped into the abyss. Bui Ngoc screamed bitterly, his voice seemed to rip through the whole space. An arrow shot from the ambush, piercing straight through the robber's head. It turned out that he had already prepared. We don't know these things at all. But there's no need to know. After leaving my mortal body, the first person I saw was Nam Huyen. He looked at me with interest, his thin lips curled slightly.

"Congratulations, your cultivation level has gone up another level. It seems that the next time I fight, I may not be able to beat you."

I smiled proudly at him.

“That's obvious.”

“Let's go, let's go back.”

He remained standing still, pointing towards the cliff.

"That mortal thought she was dead, and just now she was vomiting blood. Do you want to come over and take a look?"

I looked at him with confusion.

“What does it have to do with me?”

He smiled.

"Let's go, let's see who gets to Thien Co Palace first."

As soon as he finished speaking, he used his body technique and moved dozens of feet away in the blink of an eye. I immediately refused to give up and followed closely behind. Three years after the end of the kalpa, I disguised myself as a mortal and traveled through the human world. In the story telling shop, someone is lecturing on the radio. I listened passionately, then suddenly heard the people next to me talking.

"I heard that the king is seriously ill again. This illness has lasted for three years."

"Since Phi Tham fell to her death from the abyss, the emperor's hair turned white overnight and he coughed up blood non-stop."

"That year, it was Miss Lam's family who colluded with robbers to kill her. The emperor became angry and confiscated the Lam family's property. Miss Lam was also beheaded immediately."

"The Emperor is truly affectionate towards Phi Tham. Up to now, the harem is still empty, the queen's throne is still vacant, said to be reserved for Phi Tham."

"Now I'm sending people to Yen Thanh to look for bodies. I see that out of ten of them, nine of them have been eaten by fish."

Hearing this, I almost burst out laughing. That year, Nam Huyen said that after all, it was my body, he had picked it up and buried it properly. So for the past three years, Bui Ngoc has not achieved any results. But those stories are no longer relevant to us, just consider listening to an interesting story. Tomorrow we will compete with Nam Huyen about immortal magic. That's what we really care about. The wind on Thien Co Cung that day blew very strongly. I stand on the highest cloud level, my wide sleeves gently swaying, below is an endless sea of clouds. Three years of tribulation, seventy-two times of heavenly planning, finally ending with the word "done". Nam Huyen stood next to me, arms crossed, head tilted to look.

“You really don't look back Look again?"

I laughed softly.

“Looking for what?”

Three years in the human world is a long time for mortals. But to the fairy world, it's just a breath. Mortal love is like morning dew on grass. When the sun rises, it naturally disappears. Because of someone, I learned how to love, learned how to hurt, learned how to endure. I used my entire mortal life to prove that I could bow my head for the word 'love'. But life is not meant for me to stay. It's for us to remember who we are. The day I left my physical body, I had no regrets. The day I heard people tell about his end, I was not moved. Ordinary people often confuse regret and deep affection. In fact, most people only discover the value of what they held in their hands after losing it. If we don't cherish each other while we're together, then no matter how much pain we have in the future, it will only be retribution. Nam Huyen squinted his eyes at me.

"So what if one day, he cultivates the true fruit, crosses the heavenly gate, and stands before you?"

I turned around, the wind blew my long hair.

“Then I will call him friend.”

Just that one hour. Not more. No less. Immortal Dao is merciless, but not ungrateful. Just go through it and don't turn back. I stepped on the flying sword, the light of the fairy formation flared up under my feet. The people below still tell old stories. Tells about an emperor who lost his head because of love. It's about a woman who fell into an abyss and couldn't find her body. But those stories, from the moment I stepped onto Thien Co Palace, were no longer relevant to me. I am a fairy. Not because of escaping him. It's because I should be standing here. (FULL TEXT)