[The Orphan's Love Affair with a Beauty's Rivalry] (Volume 2, Chapter 141)

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Chapter 141 Years at Tianchi Lake

While her mother was in a meeting and would be staying in the old village for some time, Zhou Yun took the opportunity

to fly alone on her eagle, circling aimlessly in the air. Before leaving, Zhenwen stubbornly tried to follow her, but Zhou Yun kicked her off the eagle's back. She flew to

every place that familiar figure remained forever out of reach.

Finally, she flew to the shores of Tianchi Lake in Changbai Mountain. This place was a sacred place in her heart; her two dearest people

had spent most of her happy times here. Although they were gone, their traces remained everywhere.

She just wanted to come here alone and stay quietly for a while.

Since her grandmaster ascended to immortality, she had come here every year when she returned to her hometown with her mother, to remember them and

brush away the dust left by time. She had thought more than once how wonderful it would be if she could grow old with Wuyue here,

continuing those countless warm and happy years. It would be best if they could also ascend to immortality together and

reunite with her grandmaster in the celestial realm; then she would have no regrets.

The grotto was deserted, but her master's belongings remained intact, covered only in dust that obscured their eerie blue

light, making them appear incredibly old and desolate. She meticulously cleaned each item: the incense burner, candlesticks, Laozi statue, wardrobe,

embroidered couch, footstool, and carved backrest. The intricate patterns were incredibly difficult to remove; she used her fingernails, dampened with a cloth, to scrub the

deep grooves…

Half an hour later, the grotto was sparkling clean, restored to its original state, and her mood improved considerably.

Before she could remember, her master had brought her here, bathing her with various medicinal solutions during the day and sharing

this embroidered couch with her at night, cuddling her small body and telling her stories. How could her master have so many stories? Every night

they were different, her voice growing softer and softer until she fell asleep.

From the time she could remember, a tall, beautiful woman would regularly visit the grotto, saying she came to see her.

Her master said that woman was her mother and that she should learn to call her "Mother." She disliked that woman intensely, and consequently,

she disliked the title "mother" as well.

Actually, her concept of "mother" was established for her by her master, who was her only family. It wasn't until Wuyue's arrival that

her concept of friendship was established by him. Initially, she found Wuyue mischievous, restless, and unreasonable, and quite annoying! The fact

that he took a share of her master's love made her feel like she was facing a formidable enemy!

She harbored hostility towards this soft little thing, often secretly pinching his pink,

tender making him wince in pain.

She was reassured; this chubby little fellow never cried, never disturbed her master, and never

complained . At that time, he couldn't walk very well yet, wobbling from side to side like a roly-poly toy, often falling down, but even when

bruised and battered, he never cried.

She loved seeing him fall flat on his

face in a pathetic state. If she missed seeing him one day, she would subtly hook his foot, trip him up, and then pretend to help him up. He would always

just grin at her, seemingly oblivious to her mischief—he was incredibly silly! She thought nothing could be

more fun!

Her master, besides supervising her cultivation every day, also had to go into seclusion to cultivate herself, so she couldn't keep an eye on Wuyue all the time. Seeing

him constantly falling, she had to put him in a child's chair and tie him up with cloth straps before going into seclusion each day. He was very active,

always patting the chair and smiling at her, muttering incoherently, "Ze~ze, ze~ze..."

She knew he wanted her to come and play with him. He couldn't even pronounce "sister" clearly; why didn't he just

die of stupidity ? She couldn't be bothered with this silly guy. Playing with him was out of the question. She did, however, take out

many fun things and play happily in front of him, but she wouldn't give them to him, leaving him envious. Even so

, she soon got bored. There were plenty of fun places around Tianchi Lake; she could climb trees to catch birds or

dive into the lake to catch fish.

After playing to her heart's content, she would sometimes return with Wuyue asleep, his head resting on the chair; sometimes he would have

overturned lie askew on the floor; sometimes he would boredly suck his fingers, pat the chair, and giggle at her; most of the time

, he would stare blankly at the birds in the sky, his arms and legs flapping incessantly—did he want to fly up to the sky like a bird?

But no matter what, as soon as she approached, he would only show one expression on his face: a pained,

grimacing expression. Whenever this happened, a surge of pleasure would well up inside her, driving her to enjoy this

prank endlessly!

She wondered why she was so bored. Later, she realized it was a trait inherited from her mother. She only hoped that

Wuyue had forgotten these things; he was only two years old at the time.

Every day when she emerged from seclusion, she saw Wuyue covered in bruises, assuming he had tripped and fallen.

Her master was heartbroken, but unwilling to hire a caregiver for this blessed land, she instructed her mother to leave Beifeng on

the mountain to look after him.

The girl was her mother's servant, not very bright. While Wuyue was merely simple-minded, Beifeng was both dull and

simple-minded, seemingly unable to speak, yet she was extremely devoted to caring for the child, never leaving his side for twelve hours a day.

Beifeng was three or four years older than her, and always humbled and polite, never uttering a sound or

retaliating no matter how she beat or scolded him, always appearing meek and submissive. However, whenever her master tried to mistreat Wuyue, the girl would immediately

pounce on her, baring her teeth and claws, ready to fight to the death.

Back then, Beifeng was shorter than she is now, but she had grown tall and strong,

much . She was no match for her in a direct confrontation. With this little devil around, she couldn't find an opportunity to harm Wuyue, so she

turned her full attention to Beifeng, using every trick in the book.

She used the same methods she used to torment Wuyue on Beifeng, but the girl was completely numb; she wouldn't cry out in pain. To her surprise , Beifeng

didn't even show the slightest sign of pain.

She tried countless times, increasing the intensity of her attacks, but the situation remained the same. Gradually, she discovered that Beifeng never showed any

expression . She was neither sad nor happy, neither crying nor laughing, just

indifferent. Aside from being able to walk and move, she was practically a piece of wood.

Eventually, she found that tormenting Beifeng was neither challenging nor as pleasurable as tormenting Wuyue

, so she lost interest.

Every day when she came out of her secluded training room, in the summer she would always see Beifeng carrying that silly child for

a walk by the lake; in the winter she would carry him to skate on the lake, and he would always struggle to get off and skate by himself, even with Beifeng pulling him along.

He often slipped and fell; in spring, she carried him to pick flowers; in autumn, she carried him to pick fruits she didn't recognize.

Gradually, she felt isolated. That silly boy had no principles at all, even calling that little

slave girl "Zeze"!

It had been a long time since she had managed to make him cry out, and she was very unwilling. With the North Wind around, force wouldn't work, so she devised a plan

to trick him. So one winter, she got up before dawn and

secretly chipped several large holes in the thinnest ice on the smooth lake where the North Wind often carried the child. She then filled the holes with floating ice,

smoothed , and by morning, the floating ice and the newly formed thin ice layer had combined, and there was no trace of her tampering.

After finishing her daily cultivation practice, she bid farewell to her master and emerged from her seclusion room. She immediately rushed to the lakeside

to assess her progress. She had never missed a beat, and this time was no exception. Watching the two siblings plunge into

the ice hole and become drenched, especially seeing Wuyue's face turn blue and he shivering, she felt immensely smug. "Silly

boy," she thought, "even with the North Wind protecting you, you still can't escape my grasp!"

The North Wind first lifted the children onto the ice before climbing out herself. She quickly carried Wuyue to the hot spring to warm him up,

then started a fire to dry his clothes before putting them back on. She herself, however, remained untreated, still wearing her

clothes, now frozen into countless icicles, like a heavy suit of iron armor. They clanged and rattled as she walked, and she didn't even bother

to take them off and dry them before putting them back on. Despite looking so cold, she seemed completely unaffected!

In spring, she hid a hornet's nest in the flowerbeds where Beifeng often took the child to pick flowers. However,

the scene that had excited her and caused Wuyue to scream loudly never happened again. Beifeng held the child tightly in her arms,

letting the swarm of angry hornets crawl all over her body, countless stings piercing her flesh, leaving her covered in wounds,

yet she didn't even flinch! As for the little guy who liked to scream, the hornets couldn't sting him at all,

making it no fun at all.

In autumn, she came up with a trick of coating the fruit with poison, which made Beifeng lie in bed for a few days. But

it was just a matter of lying down; Wuyue was still fine because Beifeng always tasted the unknown fruit to see if it was poisonous

before giving it to him. It wasn't

until Wuyue was four years old that her grandmaster allowed Beifeng to go down the mountain and return to her mother's side, because her mother desperately needed this

girl to help her dominate the martial arts world.

In her mind, this girl usually protected Wuyue so much, she must have had a deep affection for her, and should have

been . Who knew that with a summons from her mother, Beifeng would put Wuyue down and leave! He cried out "

Zeze~ Zeze~" all the way, stumbling and trying to catch up, but how could he possibly catch up? Beifeng didn't even look back, leaving

so resolutely, without the slightest lingering affection!

She was utterly bewildered, completely unable to understand what was wrong with this girl. Then she saw the little fool who

never cried cry. He chased after her desperately for a long time until he could no longer run and collapsed to the ground,

watching helplessly as Beifeng's figure disappeared without a trace, crying so sadly.

This time, no one helped him up, not even her. After a long while, she saw him stand up and stagger

back to his cave. The usually lively and active boy didn't come to play with her for more than ten days, remaining sullen and unhappy all day.

His master was very distressed, and even jokes to cheer him up were useless.

With Wuyue's protective talisman gone, she had plenty of opportunities to torment him again. However, she suddenly realized that

she had lost interest. Perhaps she suddenly realized that this guy was quite pitiful, and

it wouldn't be a big deal to share some of her master's affection with him.

As the two grew up day by day, he became more and more adorable in her eyes. She finally accepted him, and the family she

had was now two, with an extra cute little brother. He could finally call her "sister" clearly,

and she corrected him, saying he should call her "elder sister."

After Beifeng left Tianchi, he still accompanied his wife to visit her and Wuyue every year, always with

that indifferent, expressionless face, as if no one or anything in the world mattered to her. The only difference was that

his martial arts skills were getting higher and higher, and he still took Wuyue to do the same old things, without any novelty, which she found rather distasteful.

But Wuyue loved following Beifeng to those places, never getting tired of it. When they left, Beifeng

would still walk briskly behind his wife, while Wuyue would still cry and chase after him in vain, then grieve for ten

days or more, year after year, always the same…

She was about to go out when she noticed the writing implements on the desk. While cleaning, she had lifted

a corner of and draped it over the desk. She went over and smoothed the curtain, only to see a piece of

white silk covered in dust in the corner behind it. She had never noticed that there was something hidden inside; it had always been overlooked and never cleaned up,

the dust was thick.

She picked up a corner of the white silk with two fingers, and dust fell in rustling sounds. She frowned, fanned herself in front of her nose, and

prepared to take it out to wash, only to find something else covered underneath. It was a strangely shaped vase,

crafted from a type of bluestone unique to Changbai Mountain. Inside was a cluster of crystal-carved ice flowers, sparkling and translucent after being wiped clean,

reflecting a dazzling array of colors—a beauty that was breathtaking!

However, the vase was undeniably ugly, utterly incongruous with the ice flowers. In her memory, her grandmaster was a woman of exceptional talent and

impeccable taste, far superior to her mother. How could she use such an ugly object? Yet, it was

still picked it up and carefully wiped it clean. She discovered inscriptions on the bottom of the vase. Upon closer inspection, she read, "Gifted by my beloved Wuyue."

The last three characters were flowing and elegant, Wuyue's handwriting, while the first three were the work of a master calligrapher, free-flowing,

graceful refined—clearly added by her grandmaster.

Below was another line: "The celestial realm has no mortal objects, so why must I entrust my longing?"—also her grandmaster's handwriting.

A sense of unease crept into her heart, and the image of her grandmaster appeared in her mind—an image she would never forget in her entire life. In her distant

memory, her grandmaster was a young and beautiful mother. Even

after , her grandmaster remained the same. Rather than a grandmaster, 　　　she seemed more like her older sister. Standing

beside this true fairy, the still somewhat immature girl often felt inferior.

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