[The Orphan's Love Affair with a Beauty's Rivalry] (Volume 2, Chapter 61)

Chapter 61 The Wound of Universal Love

The night in Plum Blossom Valley of West Kunlun was even darker than outside; the stars and moon were absent, and all was silent. In Wuyue's room, red candles

burned brightly. For some reason, the Ji sisters did not bother him. He lay quietly alone on the bed,

his mind in a daze, his eyes closing and then suddenly opening again, repeating this endlessly…

What was it like to witness the first glimmer of dawn followed by the shattering of a dream? For days, whenever he closed his eyes, those

thin, bony, claw-like hands would appear before him, tormenting his soul, piercing his

heart like needles. He bit his lower lip hard, a trickle of blood flowing from the corner of his mouth down his cheek and neck.

What was physical pain? The panic and helplessness churning in his chest were the wounds of his soul. He really didn't want

to think about the cruel ending that seemed so likely now, but he couldn't

stop ; it was even worse in his dreams. The agonizing pain was a constant companion, like a demon that wouldn't leave.

It was past midnight, and he looked utterly exhausted, yet he seemed like a sentry standing guard at night,

struggling to fall asleep. If he closed his eyes, he was certain to be plagued by nightmares. Sister Beifeng, on the other hand, probably didn't even have

nightmares anymore. Her days in this cruel world were numbered!

In his memory, she seemed never to have smiled; she had been deprived of the right to laugh since childhood. Sister Beifeng had said he was

her angel, that he was determined to make her happy, to give her a grand house, to stay with her, to make her happy

every day , to watch her surrounded by children and grandchildren, to become a blessed old lady… But he hadn't done it all.

How could she leave like this?

Waaah…

He's gone. Is there anyone who can occasionally awaken her extremely weak heartbeat? If it's been stopped

for too long , is there any hope of bringing it back? Will she be… Ah! No, please don't!

"Please, Plum Blossom, save Sister North Wind! She is the kindest and most beautiful girl in the world!

You are a compassionate Bodhisattva, aren't the incense offerings to you more abundant than those to Guanyin? I truly love you so much,

are you my only one, more important than Sister North Wind's life...?"

In a daze, a woman in black robes gracefully appeared, ethereal and otherworldly, her voice extremely pleasant to the ear,

"Long'er, what are you muttering about?"

"Who are you? And who is Long'er?"

"It's you, the Golden Boy Long She from among the Golden Boy and Jade Girl before the Queen Mother of the West. I am your mother, the Nine Heavens Mystic Maiden

! Alas! Your primordial spirit is so badly injured that you don't even recognize your own mother!"

Mother? Wasn't his mother Liu Qingrou? How did she become the Nine Heavens Mystic Maiden?

The Nine Heavens Mystic Maiden held him tightly in her arms, whispering, "Long'er, we've been apart for so long, I'm

so unaccustomed to it, I miss you so much!"

Her voice was murmuring, plaintive and intense, like a passionate young woman calling out to her lover. Is she really my

mother? Why is she behaving so strangely? Hmm, no wonder, what emotion in the world can surpass maternal love?

Although it felt a bit abrupt, his deep affection for her was undeniable, and he buried his head in her embrace. Yes, she must

be his mother, otherwise, why would he feel such a mother-son bond? The place he so desperately longed for was so warm,

exactly as he had dreamed of since childhood. He couldn't help but burst into tears, "Mother, I've finally found you!"

She lowered her head and kissed him passionately, from his forehead, eyebrows, eyes, and cheeks all the way to the tip of his nose,

seemingly never getting enough, finally pressing her lips tightly against his and sucking hard.

Her tongue, sweet and agile, explored his mouth, teasing him wantonly. He tried to accommodate her a few times, but suddenly realized

something was wrong. She was his mother! How could she do this? He tried desperately to avoid her. "Your Majesty, oh, Mother, you...you are 　　...

" "What's wrong? We've been apart for so long, don't you miss her?" 　　"Miss what?" 　　"Silly boy, want to be intimate with your mother?" 　　Of course, mother and son should be intimate, but this shouldn't be the case. He tried to lower his head, avoiding her soft, red lips, but unexpectedly, a large nipple was shoved into his mouth. She was now completely naked, her legs spread and rubbing against his genitals. 　　"Dragon, come and drink your mother's milk. It's been so long since I fed my son, my breasts are so swollen!" 　　He felt it was wrong, but he still sucked hard, and his penis shamefully stood up, erect ! Oh, his penis was inside her, so hot and slippery! God, that was his mother's vagina ! How could he penetrate his mother's vagina? He should have pulled out quickly, but the fleshy folds and rough buds inside his mother were biting him, it felt so good, he really didn't want to come out! 　　A strong urge to ejaculate surged through him, he struggled desperately, he wasn't that bad, how could he be so fast? 　　But it was all in vain, what was the incantation for the art of holding back ejaculation? Why couldn't he remember? No matter how he tried to hold back, he couldn't, and finally, he ejaculated... 　　He was extremely tired and unable to use the Dragon and Phoenix True Technique, when suddenly an extremely powerful true energy rushed in, carrying a trace of coolness. What kind of true energy was this? It felt vaguely familiar, like that faint flow of energy within his body. 　　Was it in his ears or his mind? A voice rang out: "Dragon's son, this is innate immortal energy, quickly gather it using the Dragon and Phoenix True Technique and absorb it..." 　　His mother suddenly flew up, floating into the air, flying further and further away. No, that wasn't his mother, dressed in white, thin beyond recognition, her face pale and bluish, it was clearly Sister Beifeng! Heavens, was she really leaving? No ! "Sister North Wind, please don't go! Please! Waaah... Don't leave me!" 　　The white figure disappeared without a trace, and he couldn't help but wail... 　　He sat up abruptly, his face streaked with tears, his body trembling uncontrollably, cold sweat pouring down his back! 　　Sister North Wind, she really left? It shouldn't be, his dreams are often the opposite of reality, this time it must be the same, right? Otherwise, he... he didn't want to live anymore! 　　When Wu Yue woke up in the morning, he was in low spirits. After a few days of rest, it was time to work again, so he went up the mountain with Mei Hua to gather herbs. At breakfast Mei Hua glanced at his face, frowned, but said nothing. She quickly finished her meal and went back to her room to pack . 　　Wu Yue looked at Xiao Hong's empty chair; as usual, she hadn't gotten up yet. Wasn't she supposed to be incredibly insightful? He had recently consulted her countless times about good and bad fortune, like a devout old woman pestering a fortune teller for guidance, but this girl always shook her head and remained silent. Did she know perfectly well that the outcome would be bad, and therefore refused to tell him?

Aunt Ji and Aunt Wu, please don't stare at him like that, okay? His attitude was terrible the day after he returned,

leaving them both feeling awkward and dissatisfied. It wasn't intentional; he just had something on his mind. Please don't hold

a grudge against him.

Green Velvet kept Xiaohong's breakfast warm on the stove, piled the bowls in the kitchen without washing them, and hurriedly

entered She sat down next to Wuyue, grabbed his hand anxiously, and asked, "Wuyue, you look so unwell.

Are you sure you can manage going up the mountain to gather herbs? Don't fall off the cliff like last time."

He patted Green Velvet's shoulder. "I'm fine. My light-footed skills are good." This girl is becoming more and more like a housewife. With more people taking advantage of you

in the future , will you still be so hardworking and obedient?

Li'er insisted on seeing him to the valley entrance. The atmosphere in the valley had been oppressive for days; everyone seemed to be in low spirits, getting worse

and worse…

Looking at the layers of mist rippling in her angelic, clear eyes, growing thicker and thicker, like a fog,

Wuyue felt a pang of pity. Her small, soft hands trembled slightly. Why did he always bring

trouble ? Whoever got involved with him was doomed. Why?

This adorable little sister seemed like a completely different person. He didn't like being controlled by his godmother, so what right did he have

to forbid Li'er from doing this or that? What was the big deal about her going into the mountains occasionally? Sigh, making

her happy and bringing back her usual cheerful smile was more important than anything else!

"Li'er, this time your big brother will take you into the mountains."

She turned to look at him with a look of surprise. His eyes were clouded, just like before, except that

there was a hint of hope in them.

She understood what he meant and smiled obediently and earnestly. For him, she had to learn to hide her bad emotions,

no longer as willful as before, laughing when she wanted to laugh, crying when she wanted to cry, and making a fuss when she wanted to make a fuss. She had to learn to smile brightly

even . But she was truly bad at feigning; her heart was heavy, and she couldn't manage a bright, sunny smile—it was only slightly better than

a forced one .

She saw a fleeting hint of satisfaction in his eyes, which was immediately chased away by a persistent, lingering helplessness, leaving them

still clouded.

"Just as the frown fades, another rises in the heart"—that was probably how her brother was right now. She understood that his

melancholy stemmed from Meihua. She also realized that he loved Meihua, and Meihua loved him, but for some

reason, Meihua refused to accept him. His purpose for this trip had vanished, yet he couldn't bear to force Meihua.

She was so conflicted. She desperately wanted him to return to his usual cheerful and talkative self; that would mean she'd have

another rival—how annoying! But seeing him always so worried made her even more heartbroken. And

even if she couldn't have his way, could he truly let go of Meihua? His happiness was the most important thing.

She slowly shook her head. "I'll see you and Sister Plum Blossom to the valley entrance, then I won't go any further."

He was taken aback, his heart filled with guilt. Li'er's figure was precocious; he truly didn't want her innocence to

vanish , replaced by maturity and worldliness. This happy time in life was fleeting, and he

wanted to preserve this joy for his beloved little sister forever, never wanting to destroy it with his own hands as he was doing now.

But could he find a way to make himself happy and, in turn, bring her happiness? He shook his head, helpless.

Everything that had happened lately seemed so helpless; he had never felt so useless!

He raised his hand and gently stroked her beautiful braids, carefully arranging each one neatly. Green

Velvet had been incredibly busy lately, and her temper wasn't great; the braids she braided were far inferior to Aunt Lixiang's. He had braided them for Li'er early

this morning, and they were a bit messy, not even as good as Green Velvet's, but Li'er was very satisfied.

He straightened the silver pearl bun that held a dozen or so small braids on her head. A mountain breeze blew,

ruffling the soft, downy hairs at her temples. His hands slowly slid down, stroking

her small ears and beautiful, delicate earlobes, smoothing the downy hairs, brushing past the silver pearl earrings, and sliding towards her fair cheeks, finally

cupping them firmly in his hands.

Li'er, he longed to hold her like this, to cherish her for a lifetime!

Her eyes were red, her right eye suddenly closing tightly, the right corner of her mouth turning up in a sad expression. "Li'er,

is there sand in your eye?"

She nodded, tears streaming down her face. "

Brother will blow it out for you." He cupped her face, bringing his mouth close to her right eye, his left index finger and thumb carefully

prying open her eyelid. Her eyelid trembled. He gently blew a few times, but it seemed to have no effect. He blew harder twice

, but her tears flowed even more rapidly.

She brought her right eye closer. "Wu Yue, the sand in my eyes can't be blown out. Can you suck it out with your mouth?"

The sucked-out tears flowed into her mouth, bitter and astringent. She wondered if the sand was mixed in .

She leaned into Wu Yue's arms, rubbed her eyes with her hands, wiped away her tears with the back of her hand, and rested her face on his shoulder,

a warm current welling up in her heart. Whether happy or not, she was happy with him.

"Is the sand out?"

"Yes." Much of the unhappiness in her heart flowed out with the tears. She had never thought that crying wasn't

necessarily painful. The feeling was so strange and wonderful. Since being with him, she had experienced many new flavors—sweet,

sour, bitter, and spicy.

Wu Yue squeezed her fragrant shoulder and looked up at the plum blossoms about ten feet away. She stood by the roadside, quietly watching them,

her face calm, neither sad nor happy, like a Taoist nun who had seen through the world. Did she really want to escape to a life of seclusion?

He said goodbye to Li'er and turned to walk towards the valley entrance. The plum blossoms looked at him indifferently and walked out with him,

silent all the way.

At the valley entrance, Elsa watched from afar. She didn't know he was going up the mountain today; did he

stand ?

It had been some time since they'd last seen each other. Her expression was like that of a protector of a flower, seeing the delicate bloom she had so carefully nurtured,

or like the most devoted maidservant and her beloved prince reunited after a long separation.

After greeting the plum blossoms, she pulled Wuyue to a secluded spot in the woods.

The two stood facing each other, their eyes locked. Her face was radiant with sunshine, and she smiled at Wuyue.

The smile of this ice-cold beauty was always like a thawing ice river, exquisite and beautiful, and it had a great influence on him. He

smiled back . However, this seemed to only add to his troubles; his brow remained furrowed. If only such a captivating smile could

awaken Sister Beifeng, lost in her reverie on the Yin-Yang Path!

Suddenly, her brows furrowed slightly. "Wuyue, something's not right! We've been together for over ten breaths, and you haven't spoken yet..."

" This is absolutely unique, what happened?"

"Nothing much. When I came over just now, I suddenly had a thought to make a bet with my sister, a bet on

who would speak first when we stood together, and my sister lost."

"Okay, a bet's a bet, ugh~ when did I ever agree to this bet, but I accept it anyway." She extended her

fair cheeks for him to kiss each of them.

"Hmm~ no, you're so cold, I'll punish you too!" She pouted her soft red lips and pressed them against his, kissing him

deeply and passionately, her soft breaths rising...

"Sister Ai..."

"It's Sister Ai!"

"Okay, okay, I love Sister Ai, is it true that all girls become like Sister Ai,

fiery and passionate ?"

Elsa's eyes were filled with deep affection. Of course, he had marked her, from then on she was his for life and in death

, no longer worried about gain or loss, her mentality had changed so much! Every time he went up the mountain to gather herbs, she was very worried, but she

could with him, even if she was just following from afar, it was still very nice.

"Be careful, if it's really dangerous, let your sister secretly pick them for you!"

After leaving the valley, they passed a temple dedicated to the Goddess of the Nine Heavens, where a golden statue of the Plum Blossom Fairy stood.

Beautiful and solemn, her brows slightly furrowed, she held a medicine basket in her left hand and a golden needle in her right, quietly gazing at the vast mountains beyond the gate, where all the beings she saved resided. 　　The statue was exquisitely crafted, every detail of her hair and features meticulously rendered. Her flowing blue robes were incredibly lifelike. The golden statue was clearly well-maintained, gleaming and pristine. 　　Wu Yue glanced back at the plum blossom, then at the statue. It was a coincidence; even her furrowed brows were perfectly captured. While saving all beings, did she harbor so many troubles and unbearable memories? Why was she always unwilling to tell him her pain and past? He was willing to share her pain and invite her into the sanctuary of his heart. 　　The plum blossom, however, was gazing intently at the golden statue of the Goddess of the Nine Heavens. 　　Wu Yue walked over and stood beside her. The statue looked exactly like the Nine Heavens Mystic Maiden from his dream! He was very puzzled. What one thinks about during the day, one dreams about at night—had he ever seen the statue of the Nine Heavens Mystic Maiden before? He had absolutely no recollection of it. 　　The two main deity statues stood side by side. The statue of the Nine Heavens Mystic Maiden wasn't gazing into the distance; instead, her head was turned to the left, her chin slightly lowered, silently gazing at the smaller celestial child statue before her. Her eyes shone with a saintly, loving light, seemingly exactly the same as the Nine Heavens Mystic Maiden's gaze in his dream! Was she really his mother? Absolutely not, she was a great immortal from the celestial realm! 　　He shook his head self-deprecatingly. Could he really take a dream as reality? He was naive! 　　Why place the golden statues of the Nine Heavens Mystic Maiden and the Plum Blossom Fairy side by side? 　　He stepped back slightly, a feeling stirring within him that the Plum Blossom Fairy and the Nine Heavens Mystic Maiden seemed somewhat similar. Thinking about it, it made sense. It wasn't surprising that craftsmen, to save time, would cast different golden statues based on the same design. 　　Looking at the celestial boy standing before the Nine Heavens Mystic Lady, he felt a strong sense of familiarity, but couldn't quite place who he resembled. 　　Plum Blossom turned and scrutinized him for a while, then looked at the celestial boy. "Wu Yue, do you think you look a lot like ?" 　　He suddenly realized, "How stupid of me! He really does look like me!" "Sister Plum Blossom, what is the background of this celestial boy?" 　　"His background is quite impressive. He is the son of the Nine Heavens Mystic Lady, and one of the Golden Boys and Jade Maidens serving the Queen Mother of the West." 　　Wu Yue was shocked! This was too much of a coincidence! Could I really be Golden Boy Long She? " And who is the Jade Maiden serving the Queen Mother of the West?" 　　"Feng Li, the beloved daughter of the Jade Emperor and the Queen Mother of the West." 　　He frowned and pondered. Feng Li… Feng Li, does he remember? No! But why was his heart suddenly pounding? Had he called out to her in a dream? Was the dream real, and waking up a feeling of being trapped in an illusion? But what is a dream, and what is waking? How can I know I'm not dreaming right now? I hope I'm dreaming, and wake up soon so I can be free! 　　He twisted his waist hard, but instead of waking himself, he winced in pain! Why does it hurt so much in a dream? 　　Plum Blossom looked at him with a half-smile, "Even heartbreak doesn't warrant this kind of self-torture, does it? Do you think I resemble the Nine Heavens Mystic Maiden?" 　　"Sister Plum Blossom, although we resemble each other, you're much younger than her. How can you take advantage of me like that?" 　　Plum Blossom joked, "If we can't be lovers, being mother and son wouldn't be bad either, hehe, just kidding! But I only think we look alike, I didn't think that much about it." 　　How strange, after spending so much time with him, especially with him in her heart, how did she become like him, learning to joke too? 　　Mei Hua frowned slightly. "Seeing you always looking so gloomy, I tried to amuse you, but you didn't react at all." 　　Wu Yue sighed, "It's not funny at all. Can you make another joke, like saying you're willing to come back to Jinan to treat Sister Bei Feng? That would be interesting." 　　"Aren't you tired of repeating yourself? I've said it so many times, I want only one person, otherwise forget it!" 　　Wu Yue said desperately, "But I love you, that's true! I've repeated it countless times, without blushing , because I have a clear conscience!" Why is she so stubborn, like a rock in a latrine! 　　"I don't doubt your words. But what about Li'er? What about your Sister Bei Feng, the most beautiful woman in the world? Putting everything else , can you let go of that?" 　　He squatted on the ground, holding his head in his hands, feeling like he was about to collapse! This was a dead end. If he could let go, why was he begging Mei Hua ? Not only was it exhausting, but he also had an extra burden on his heart! He was just one person, how could he bear the happiness of so many people? 　　She sat down beside him, forcefully prying open his hands that were tightly covering his face. Hot tears streamed down his face, and he could barely breathe! 　　"The more you act like this, the more heartbroken I become. It shows how deeply you love her!" Her delicate nose twitched, her voice choked with sobs. 　　"But you're a kind and benevolent healer, how can you just stand by and watch her die? You don't know how pitiful she is right now. Her once tall and strong body is now nothing but skin and bones, less than half my weight. She hasn't had a heartbeat for so long, who knows when she'll be gone... Waaah..." 　　"If I go to save her, I'll break my solemn vow. Are you willing to let me be struck by lightning and suffer eternal damnation?"

He was speechless. If he were willing, he wouldn't be Xiao Wuyue.

The two wept together, a somber atmosphere hanging over the hall…

After an unknown amount of time, Wuyue slowly raised his head. It seemed that Long She had winked at him? He quickly rubbed his teary

eyes ? It seemed so; the statue stood silently, it couldn't possibly blink.

“Plum Blossom, why do you always sit wherever you want? It's so incongruous with your status as a Bodhisattva who saves all living beings. Look at your

golden statue, how dignified and solemn it is.”

“That's just the common people being silly. In front of you, I'm just a little woman, a woman who loves you to death.

Only in front of you can I be so casual.”

“To still have the mood to talk about love in this situation, I truly admire you!”

Plum Blossom raised her eyebrows slightly, hesitating to speak. Women are all about love above all else; telling him wouldn't make him understand, humph! These past few days

I've only been lecturing her with those grand principles, it's so annoying! She only has him in her heart, and hopes that he only loves her too.

Is that too much to ask? Actually, her stubbornness was nothing more than a plea for him to care for her more, to comfort her,

and not to put on that heartbroken, deeply wounded act, which would only add to her pain and not help.

North Wind, oh North Wind, to be able to bewitch a man like this, to make him so desperate for you, I truly admire you!

Wu Yue stared blankly at the right hand of the Plum Blossom Fairy's golden statue, lost in thought.

"Hey! Why aren't you concerned about the real body here, just staring at the statue?" Oh, he was looking at that golden needle! 　　　He

was thinking about North Wind all the time, it was infuriating!

She stood up and stormed out the door, secretly vowing never to speak to him again for ten days!

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