【Immortal Destiny】(Part 4, Chapter 275)

Chapter 275 No Regrets

Since regaining her memories, all the magical artifacts and even spirit contracts she once possessed had vanished without a trace. Even the Void Realm

Scroll was gone.

She was once again alone.

In just a few short years, from disguising herself as a man to reverting to her true form, from nothing to something, from venturing alone to being accompanied by many,

from low cultivation to higher realms, even with spirit beasts, magical treasures, and divine artifacts by her side, she was finally alone again.

Cen Zhu couldn't help but sigh, the vicissitudes of life were truly remarkable.

Leaving the Zhang residence, she intended to leave some silver for Master Zhang and Madam Zhang, but found only a few

spirit talismans .

Oh well, she would repay the debt of saving her another day.

The Zhang family was, after all, just a passerby in her life. Sooner or later, they would leave.

Using a face-changing technique, Cen Zhu transformed her appearance again, becoming an extremely ordinary girl, with wheat-colored skin

and a few sunspots on her cheeks, making her inconspicuous in a crowd.

She didn't use any flying artifacts, only affixing a concealment talisman to her body to hide her spiritual energy.

The fortuitous encounter in the Immortal Realm had allowed her to break through to the Great Perfection of the Core Formation stage, just one step away from reaching the Nascent Soul stage.

But now… not only had her cultivation regressed to the early Core Formation stage, but Meng Ji was gone, the scroll was gone, Yang Yi had vanished without a trace, and

her master, senior uncle, senior master, Xuan Yuan Che, Chu Tian Yun, Ao Xue—one by one, they were all gone. In just a few months

, such a drastic change had occurred.

Walking alone in the mortal world, she was still herself, but all her loved ones were gone. And she

didn't know how to find them…

Her heart, which should have been filled with panic, didn't feel lonely amidst the bustling crowds.

Walking in the mortal realm, her pursuit of the Immortal Path began to resonate.

Was the path she had found through constant striving, cautious steps, and avoidance truly her own?

Surrounded by men, each entangled with her, as she accumulated more and more emotional debts, was her heart at peace?

Love and being loved, the pursuit of inner peace versus being constantly chased by love—is it the person or

the heart that is bound in the name of love?

Cen Zhu sat by the roadside, head tilted back, gazing at the clear blue sky through the branches. "My path

..."

She had always been passive, not proactive enough. Despite her yearning for power, the presence of men around her,

though unaware of it, made her subconsciously dependent. Whether it was Meng Ji, Yang,

or even heaven-defying magic scroll of the Void Realm, she subconsciously regarded them as her ultimate strength.

She always thought, even if things went wrong, they were still there.

Even if things went wrong, she could hide in the scroll. Even

if things went wrong, her master and the others were far stronger than her and would always help her.

These thoughts, though not intense, were undeniably present. Though only a little, though not much,

though she hadn't given up on improving her strength, the dependence on Meng Ji and the others remained deep within her.

She had never known she was so weak.

Until she finally lost everything, until all those she had once relied on disappeared,

she understood that she was still not strong enough.

Whether it was Meng Ji, Yang, Xuan Yuan Che, or her powerful masters, they

were all her men, her family here.

She no longer called this place another world!

She knew this was no longer her other world. This was the real world, this was her home. And now,

her family was gone, and she would go find them.

She, who had always been the one being pursued, who had always been the one being protected, had to grow up, to actively pursue, to

actively protect, to actively love those she loved.

Cen Zhu stayed in the town for another two months. During these two months, she worked odd jobs at the teahouse during the day and used her

flying artifact to find secluded spots in the mountains to meditate and cultivate at night.

With her current strength, she was no longer bound by worldly desires, but through her daily work at the teahouse, she learned many things and

gained many insights.

A Buddhist saying goes: "To transcend the world, one must first enter it."

She was a Daoist cultivator, yet she found these words quite reasonable, and the true meaning could only be understood through worldly experience.

For her, the mundane realities of life were best experienced in the daily grind.

Although she wanted to find her master and the others, she knew that haste makes waste. Moreover,

the information indicated that fifty years had passed since the collapse of the Immortal Realm's protective barrier.

Fifty years?! What she thought were three months had actually been fifty years?!

Had her brain malfunctioned, or had something happened in between? Fei Xianghan's palm strike hadn't killed her,

but it had knocked her unconscious for fifty years?

What seemed unbelievable before was nothing compared to the matter of time travel.

It was merely aging fifty years in an instant, which was truly insignificant for a cultivator. What truly concerned her

was what had happened during those fifty years. Why couldn't she sense Meng Ji's spirit beast contract at all? And

where had the Proud Snow Divine Sword, which had vowed to accompany her forever, gone?

One by one, the questions piled up with time, and for a moment she had no

idea . She only wanted to strengthen herself, first restoring her cultivation to the Great Perfection of the Core Formation stage, and perhaps even attempting to break through to the Nascent Soul stage,

before searching for those people.

She wasn't the ignorant girl who couldn't distinguish between what was important and what

wasn't. Cen Zhu smiled self-deprecatingly; she had aged fifty years in vain, and she had to mature

by now. Her masters' strength was undeniable. If even they couldn't overcome this tribulation, her current mediocre strength was hardly enough

to help them find those people; even if she did, she would only be a burden.

Everyone knew this principle, but truly being able to completely disregard it was incredibly difficult.

Cen Zhu intensified her cultivation every day. Whenever she thought of Meng Ji and the others and felt anxious, she forced herself to recite the Heart-Cleansing Mantra or

refine talismans and craft artifacts.

At first, her restlessness caused her to destroy many blank talismans, but her daily practice ultimately proved beneficial

. Perhaps due to a shift in her state of mind, despite the thin spiritual energy here, her daily cultivation

proceeded smoothly, yielding twice the results with half the effort, and greatly consolidating her cultivation level.

After three months, Cen Zhu's cultivation finally returned to the mid-stage of the Core Formation realm. Calculating the time,

it was about time to set off to find someone.

Mid-stage Core Formation cultivation isn't particularly special in the Lingzhou Continent; most large sects have around a hundred people at this level.

However, Cen Zhu's Qi Sea was already sufficient, so reaching the Great

Perfection

of Core Formation wouldn't be difficult for her. She planned to travel and cultivate simultaneously, while also heading towards the Immortal Realm where she lost consciousness fifty years ago. She had refined quite a few high-level talismans in the past few days, and while her natal magic weapon, the Hundred Refined Silk

, wasn't quite at the Great Perfection of Core Formation, its power wasn't far off. After all, her past strength was there, and her combat experience was etched into her Sea of Consciousness.

Unless she encountered a Nascent Soul cultivator, dealing with them wouldn't be difficult with her cultivation methods.

Cen Zhu traveled and cultivated, and one day she arrived at a rather bustling town.

It wouldn't be an exaggeration to say it was packed with people. She initially thought it was a worldly temple fair, but

a sweep of her divine sense revealed that there were quite a few cultivators here.

It was strange that such an inconspicuous town had gathered so many cultivators. Adhering to

the principle of avoiding trouble, she initially intended to turn around and leave.

To her surprise, she encountered him again!

The man in black, draped in a blood-red cloak, smiled slightly, his eyes filled with deep tenderness and excitement, as if she

were the person he had been searching for for a thousand years, as if he had stood there waiting for her.

Was it a case of enemies meeting on a narrow road, or a chance encounter? Cen Zhu shook her head, inwardly lamenting her utterly

terrible .

"Finally found you!!"

He was still dressed in magnificent clothes, still handsome. Despite the deep affection in his handsome eyes, Cen Zhu only felt he

was being pretentious . "You want to kill me again?"

"Even if I were to destroy the heavens and the earth, I would never bear to hurt you in the slightest."

Cen Zhu curled the corners of her lips, mocking herself. "I remember the palm strike you used to knock me unconscious." Her beautiful eyes flashed like arrows.

"That scene, I will never forget!"

"I only acted to save you." Fei Xianghan frowned. "You don't believe me?"

Cen Zhu bit her lip lightly. "I only believe what I saw and heard that day." She wanted to continue her verbal sparring, but

then she thought, what's the use? If she had known she would meet him today, perhaps she should have cultivated to the Nascent Soul stage before leaving. But even if she had cultivated to

the Nascent Soul stage, what difference would it make? Fei Xianghan's strength was still far superior to hers. This demonic cultivator was already unparalleled

in the world when he was in the mid-Nascent Soul stage; she had no idea how profound his cultivation had become now.

Cen Zhu's complicated gaze fell on Fei Xianghan, only to notice that his right sleeve was empty. She was momentarily

unsure whether to feel joy or sorrow. She hated him for imprisoning her, humiliating her, and even injuring her, yet subconsciously,

she still believed he wouldn't truly harm her.

"What happened to your hand?" Cen Zhu frowned, trying to hold back her question, but couldn't help asking.

Seeing Cen Zhu's inquiry, Fei Xianghan's face, which had been saddened by her distrust, instantly brightened. "It was

from the collapse of the Immortal Realm's restrictions that day."

"Oh? Because you were busy and injured me, so you didn't have time to dodge and were injured by the restrictions?" Cen Zhu

couldn't help but be sarcastic, but regretted it as soon as she spoke. She hated him, so she deliberately spoke sarcastically, but as she provoked him, her

heart also ached.

Why did she care about this man? Was it for his relentless pursuit? Or for the sake of a night of

intimacy ?

Cen Zhu dared not think any further. She was unwilling to admit that she actually cared about the murderer who had injured her martial uncle. She and

he were like separated by a river; their positions were different, allowing them only to gaze at each other from afar, never able to reach each other's shores.

This was for the best; she could harden her heart, protecting it layer by layer. Maintaining this distance was fine.

"If I said I was injured saving you, would your gaze soften a little?"

Fei Xianghan's lips curled into a bitter smile. He had never imagined he could love so humbly.

Cen Zhu's heart skipped a beat. She didn't know if Fei Xianghan was telling the truth. "If you really saved me,

why did you slap me earlier?"

Normally, Fei Xianghan wouldn't bother explaining, but he knew that if he didn't, Cen

Zhu would always have a thorn in her heart. "I wasn't using magic to hit you. It was because the barrier behind you was about to collapse. I

was afraid you'd be injured by it, so I used demonic energy to shield you and protect you. But I didn't expect that spiritual energy and demonic energy are

incompatible . Protecting you also caused you to faint. And as you fainted, the barrier collapsed. I reached out

to drag you away, but I was burned and destroyed by the barrier." He paused, a smile appearing on Fei Xianghan's lips, and said firmly:

"As long as it can save you, I would have no regrets even if it took away both of my hands, let alone one."

Cen Zhu's eyes widened slightly, her beautiful eyes staring at him without moving, as if she couldn't believe it, or as if

she was at a loss , or perhaps, there was a little bit, a little bit, of undeniable attraction in her heart.

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