In the end, Zhan Xueyang did not take her companion lotus flower.

Instead, he made a request for her to stay on You Mountain for a year, responsible for guiding the spiritual spring to set up the formation.

She was somewhat startled but eventually smiled and agreed.

That year, she was treated like an ancestor, not at all like someone who had come to help.

Every time she saw Zhan Xueyang doing things himself, she would follow behind him with a smile, saying, “Ah, little demon you’re so good. You don’t want to tire me out.”

Zhan Xueyang now doesn’t like to recall those times together… He closed his eyes.

At first, he resisted and despised her, but by the end, he was clinging to her, intimate and close, all within just a year.

Her warmth and pity were like a reflection in a mirror or the moon in water, making him anxious and insecure.

He often woke from nightmares, softly pleading with her, “Don’t leave. I will treat you well. Whatever you want, I will find a way, just don’t leave. Or… you can go out for a walk, and come back when you’re tired.”

She patted his head, “Little demon, you’re quite possessive.”

He gritted his teeth and didn’t speak, only softly repeated, “Don’t go.”

Later, she left and never came back.

For years, he searched for her, nearly going mad.

He asked every patient about her, but no one knew the person he spoke of.

What he regretted most was that he didn’t even know her name, only her nickname, Ah Shu.

Gradually, Zhan Xueyang stopped asking others to look for her, stopped inquiring about her whereabouts, and no longer wanted to remember how he had begged and pleaded with her in his youth.

If one day he could leave You Mountain and see her again, they would just be two strangers.

Zhan Xueyang felt Liu Shuang leave, a smile appearing at the corner of his mouth.

What his father couldn’t wait for, he had waited for, hadn’t he?

The spiritual veins would merge sooner or later, and the royal family would rise again.

He had a premonition that it wouldn’t be long, that day would come soon.

Thinking of the drop of “dragon blood” in Liu Shuang’s body, the curve of his lips grew wider.

It’s just a pity that he couldn’t witness the good show himself.

He didn’t know if Chishui Liushuang, could see Bai Zhuixu’s soul scatter with her own eyes.

The Taichu Mirror was merging with Bai Zhuixu’s soul.

It had taken Bai Zhuixu’s soul and, influenced by him, created a memory illusion of his.

Yan Chaosheng entered the Taichu Mirror, and before his eyes was a familiar scene, unmistakably the immortal palace of Kongsang.

The Taichu Mirror wanted to consume Bai Zhuixu, so it created the warmest memory of his life.

Yan Chaosheng walked into the palace, hearing the clear reading voice of a girl.

“The so-called path of immortality lies in strong will and sincere belief…”

Bai Zhuixu was reading behind her, smiling and reminding, “Young miss, the character is wrong. The eighth character in the third row is pronounced ‘Zang’.”

She obediently acknowledged.

After a while, Bai Zhuixu sighed, “Young miss, wrong again. It’s ‘Pi’, Pixiu, an auspicious beast of ancient times.”

Yan Chaosheng frowned.

Before he could do anything, the scene changed again.

Turning a corner, he heard the voices of two girls arguing.

He looked up.

A girl in white bit her lip, “I said I didn’t mean to.”

It was Mi Chu.

The girl squatting on the ground, gathering petals, was much smaller than Mi Chu.

She looked up with red eyes, stubbornly saying, “Saying you didn’t mean to, is that all? You clearly knew it was my garden, these are my ice jade night-blooming cereus. Why did you pick them?”

Mi Chu said, “I… I just thought they were beautiful. Young miss, you have so many treasures, it’s just a flower. If you’re still angry, I can compensate you.”

“Compensate?” The girl stood up.

She was about eight or nine years old, with two cute buns tied with blue ribbons, her eyes wide open, “Can you compensate me with the exact same one?”

Mi Chu frowned, pitifully saying, “Young miss, why make things difficult? I’ve already apologized. Do you want me to die for my mistake?”

The already angry girl became even angrier, pushing her, “Why are you crying? I’m not crying. Where did I say you should die for your mistake? From now on, you… you’re never allowed in my garden!”

Unbeknownst to her, the next moment, a hand grabbed the little girl’s wrist, pulling her away.

A young man in green stood in front of Mi Chu.

“What are you doing!” Bai Yuxiao angrily said, “Bullying Mi Chu again, taking advantage of her good temper, doing as you please?”

Mi Chu tugged at Bai Yuxiao’s clothes, softly saying, “It’s my fault for upsetting the young miss.”

Bai Yuxiao said, “You don’t need to cover for her.”

He turned, snorting, “If you have the guts, fight me.”

Little Liu Shuang glared at them, unable to hold back her anger, she really started fighting with Bai Yuxiao.

Her movements were clumsy, and she was young, no match for Bai Yuxiao.

Even though Bai Yuxiao didn’t use immortal techniques, she was still teased enough.

Bai Yuxiao even mocked, “With such little skill, you still come out to bully people.”

Yan Chaosheng keenly saw the little girl’s eyes redden, holding back tears, gritting her teeth, “When I grow up, I’ll beat all of you down.”

The tone was bold, but the voice was that of a little girl’s soft and tender, creating an unexpectedly funny effect.

Bai Yuxiao was about to pinch her face when the owner of the illusion appeared, standing in front of Liu Shuang, firmly saying, “Yuxiao, don’t bully her.”

Bai Yuxiao snorted.

Bai Zhuixu turned, offering his hand, “Come, young miss, I’ll take you back.”

The little girl, with red eyes, seeing her support, took his warm hand.

Yan Chaosheng’s Heaven Burial had not moved.

He was silent, never expecting that in the Taichu Mirror, the warmest existence for Bai Zhuixu was Liu Shuang, their childhood sweethearts, innocent and carefree.

Yan Chaosheng followed, hearing muffled crying from the bedroom.

Liu Shuang sobbed, holding out petals, saying to Bai Zhuixu, “The ice jade night-blooming cereus is gone. I planted it for mother, to heal her wounds, it was almost ready. Mi Chu picked it, wuwuwu…”

Bai Zhuixu patted her head, gently saying, “Young miss, don’t cry. Mi Chu probably didn’t mean to.”

The little girl leaned on his shoulder, crying for a while, seemingly convinced by Bai Zhuixu.

Her mind, not very sharp to begin with, after a while rubbed her eyes, ashamed, “During the day, I… I shouldn’t have pushed her.”

Bai Zhuixu smiled, “It’s okay, I know, young miss didn’t mean to, you were just too sad at the time.”

She nodded seriously.

“Young midd, sleep. I’ll stay with you, leave after you fall asleep.”

The little girl lay beside him.

After Liu Shuang fell asleep, Bai Zhuixu got up and left.

As soon as Bai Zhuixu left, the scene changed instantly.

This time, it was at Nine Thought Pond.

The little girl had grown quite a bit, looking like a young girl now.

Tears hung on her cheeks.

Bai Zhuixu sat cross-legged on the lotus platform, gently patting her back.

Young Liu Shuang said, “I’m sorry, Brother Zhuixu. I always get you punished, even got you locked up here with me.”

Bai Zhuixu looked down, smiling gently, “It’s okay.”

“Does it hurt?” She quickly wanted to see his wounds.

Bai Zhuixu stopped her, “It doesn’t hurt, not anymore.”

She lowered her head, “You’re lying. How can it not hurt after being beaten? It’s all my fault, stealing the Heavenly Thunder Banner, that’s why you got hurt.”

He touched her little head, helplessly saying, “It really doesn’t hurt. I’m an immortal lord after all, a few sticks won’t hurt me. But young miss, why did you use the Heavenly Thunder Banner on yourself? Let me see, how bad is it.”

She rolled up her sleeve.

When she was beaten earlier, her father was furious at her mischief, damaging the only spiritual spring in the immortal realm.

Other immortals also thought the young miss was hopeless, no one cared if she was in pain.

Only Bai Zhuixu, his fingers brushed over her scorched little hand, healing her wounds, softly saying, “It’s okay, I’m here, it doesn’t hurt anymore.”

She, as if finally finding family, couldn’t hold back anymore, “Wah,” and threw herself into his arms.

He patiently held the half-grown child in his arms, letting her tears wet his clothes.

After a long time, he took out a pastry from his pocket for her to eat.

“Why do you still carry this with you?” she sniffled.

Bai Zhuixu smiled, “Eat.”

Fireflies flew all around.

She bit into the pastry, gradually forgetting her sadness and pain.

Yan Chaosheng’s fingers gripped Heaven Burial several times, then let go.

In Bai Zhuixu’s warm memories, there were too many about Liu Shuang.

He was a very gentle person, even his way of handling things was flawless.

Yet, such a person was also resolute, willing to sacrifice himself for the artifact, not yielding to the demon clan.

However, Bai Zhuixu should not have sacrificed himself for the Taichu Mirror.

The demon clan must obtain the Taichu Mirror.

If Bai Zhuixu doesn’t die today, thousands of demons will die.

Yan Chaosheng’s eyes were cold, Heaven Burial humming, ready to strike.

Finally, at the moment Bai Zhuixu and Bai Yuxiao were practicing martial arts together, Yan Chaosheng’s Heaven Burial pierced through Bai Zhuixu’s body.

The pure, flawless soul gradually dispersed, like a snowfall.

The Taichu Mirror, having lost the soul that bound it, with no one to use it, the illusion shattered, falling from the sky.

Bai Zhuixu, in life, was so gentle as to be almost unnoticeable; in death, he became nothing more than a snowfall in the vast world, destined to return to silence.

The gentle immortal lord, even in death, remained pure and white.

Yan Chaosheng landed, catching the falling Taichu Mirror.

Cong Xia greeted him with joy, “Congratulations, Mountain Lord, for obtaining the Taichu Mirror.”

Fuheng also breathed a sigh of relief; at least the demon mountain was saved.

Yan Chaosheng put away his halberd and the Taichu Mirror, silent for a long time, but there was not much joy in his eyes.

He turned and saw someone approaching, his steps suddenly halting.

Cong Xia, following him, almost bumped into his back.

She looked up and saw a young girl sitting on a demon bird, snow falling on her shoulders.

She reached out, blankly catching the snowflakes falling from the sky.

Yan Chaosheng pursed his lips, his fingers tightening.

Cong Xia glared at the demon bird, not understanding why it had brought this immortal here! Whose side was it on anyway!

Liu Shuang stumbled towards Yan Chaosheng, looking at the snowflakes filling the sky, her voice hoarse, her body trembling slightly, “Bai Zhuixu, he… he’s dead?”

Yan Chaosheng said coldly, “Yes.”

“You killed him?”

Yan Chaosheng was silent for a moment, “I killed him.”

She didn’t speak for a long time, her body shaking violently.

The snow gently fell on the young girl’s black hair, like the once gentle hand that had repeatedly pulled her up, telling her not to cry.

Yan Chaosheng’s gaze swept over her face, his voice hoarse, “So, immortal, will you avenge the immortal lord and kill me?”

She suddenly pressed her hand to her chest.

Bai Zhuixu’s death made her hate someone for the first time, hate to such an extent.

Yan Chaosheng’s fist tightened under his sleeve, not wanting to look anymore.

Seeing her unmoving, he summoned the demon bird with his mind, ready to leave.

Between them, if they didn’t fight, there was nothing more to say.

He had indeed killed Bai Zhuixu; in her eyes, he was now utterly despicable.

Cong Xia whispered to Yan Chaosheng, “Mountain Lord, aren’t we going to capture her? With the war imminent, having one more person in hand would give us more leverage.”

She thought the Mountain Lord would be tempted by this good strategy, but he remained unmoved, “Let’s go.”

Cong Xia turned back, somewhat unwillingly looking at the immortal, only to unexpectedly see her cough up a mouthful of blood, her body softly collapsing.

She had just formed her body; Bai Zhuixu’s death had saddened her to such an extent.

Cong Xia was about to say this was a good opportunity when she saw the Mountain Lord’s figure, in the next moment, appear in front of the immortal, catching her.

Cong Xia had never seen his face so grave and unpleasant.

He picked her up horizontally, hurriedly walking towards the demon mountain.

Cong Xia’s face changed, finally realizing something was wrong.

She had volunteered to capture Liu Shuang, but not this kind of “capture.”

Who gets carried back by the Mountain Lord!