136: Chapter 136 Three Women's Open and Covert Struggles

Although she was cursing in her heart, Zhuge Jinyu still did not forget to secretly engage in some "little tricks."

In the distance, the mist to the east of Su Chen twisted slightly, and three "Poison Feather Sparrows" skilled in long-range attacks quietly took shape and flapped their wings to take flight.

Cang Mingyue just blinked her blue eyes, her voice ethereal and pleasant.

She knew more information than Zhuge Jinyu and Ye Jingjun, so she appeared slightly calmer.

"Both big sisters want to find helpers? Yue'er doesn't have any urgent needs, though."

"However... I have been in charge of Wangchen Temple for so many years, and while I have many disciples, I haven't had a single personal disciple until now, which is a bit lonely."

"If there really is someone who catches my eye, contracting one to keep me company, talk, and look at the scenery—that seems quite nice, doesn't it?"

Her words hid two meanings.

The first layer is that I'm also here to find a contractor.

The second layer is that although I don't hold a nominal title like Hall Master of XX Hall, I do have assets.

An entire Taoist temple!

She seemed somewhat proud, humming a melody that didn't quite form a tune.

The mist in the northwest surged, and two slow-moving but thick-skinned "Swamp Giant Elephants" slowly stood up, walking with heavy steps toward Su Chen.

"After it's done, I'll just bring those two disciples who helped me a lot directly into the inner sect."

Actually, every "big gift" they sent to Su Chen was designed to ensure he could gain benefits while not being too difficult to handle.

But the awkward part is...

Every one of them thought exactly the same thing.

This resulted in Su Chen having to face three waves of enemies simultaneously.

The originally relaxed and pleasant gift-receiving session immediately escalated to the level of special training.

After finishing these little tricks, the three women's gazes met briefly in the air before quickly separating.

The air was filled with an unspoken, faint sense of awkwardness and competition.

"Oh?"

Ye Jingjun raised an eyebrow, her crimson eyes turning toward Zhuge Jinyu, her tone slightly playful.

"I heard that Prime Minister Zhuge... no, Hall Master zhuge, hasn't spared a glance for any candidate for thousands of years, solely waiting for that old friend in the mirror."

"Looking at it now, have you actually let go?"

Zhuge Jinyu felt a slight sting in her heart, but her expression remained indifferent.

"Time changes everything, and worldly affairs shift. An obsession that is too deep only adds to the trouble."

"Besides, the old friend is long gone, perhaps already extinguished in the river of time."

"People should always look forward."

She spoke nonchalantly, as if she had truly let go.

Only she herself knew.

How could she let go, how could she?

If it weren't to preserve the memory of his existence, she would have long ago followed Su Chen.

Even now that there was some news about Su Chen, after saying those words so nonchalantly...

She still felt a sharp pain in her heart.

"Sir..."

"You always said you would accompany me to see the snow in Luodu, but we never ended up seeing it. That should count as you lying, right..."

"Since that's the case, please allow Xiao Yu to lie once as well."

"Let go?"

Cang Mingyue tilted her head.

"Yue'er doesn't know what it means to let go..."

"I just feel that if you keep looking at the sea of the past, you might miss the potentially more beautiful waves right in front of you, right?"

Her words hit both Zhuge Jinyu and Ye Jingjun simultaneously.

Miss the waves in front of me?

How could they not know this truth? But their hearts had already been filled by that person, even shattered because of him; how could they possibly hold anything else?

Even this sentence was like a boomerang, slamming back into Cang Mingyue's heart and making her almost unable to breathe.

Ye Jingjun suddenly chuckled.

"Yeah, it's time to 'change my heart'."

"My short-lived husband, the grass on his grave... no, he doesn't even have a grave, he probably turned to ash long ago."

"Do you really expect me to guard a memory and be a living widow for ten thousand years?"

She spoke the harshest words, but deep within her crimson eyes was a vast desolation.

Husband, Su Chen.

If you have a spirit in heaven and hear me say this, will you be so angry that you'll jump out from some corner and scold me?

No, he absolutely wouldn't.

Judging by his personality—how he didn't want to marry me back then because he was afraid of holding me back—he would only hope that I could live happily and joyfully.

But the gentler he was, the more she blamed herself and felt sad.

Such a good husband.

When did she start losing him, bit by bit?

At this moment, she suddenly hoped so much that Su Chen really had a spirit in heaven.

Even if it was just to scold her.

She silently thought to herself, almost masochistically.

Zhuge Jinyu looked deeply at Ye Jingjun.

As someone who had also experienced a heart-wrenching loss, she knew too well the pain beneath Ye Jingjun's insincere words.

Those words, "short-lived husband," were spoken so lightly, yet they were so heavy.

To live a long life.

This wish, in the era of high martial arts, seemed to no longer be something out of reach.

But for them, with their heaven-defying cultivation.

The most important man in their lives.

Had only lived for a little over a decade.

And these dozen or so years were enough to pry open the locks on their hearts, and no matter what, they could never be closed again.

Zhuge Jinyu didn't pick up on that thread, turning instead to say.

"The matter of the East Sea is quite suspicious."

"The Huayu Association President is also France's strongest Transcendent Heroic Spirit, with cultivation that defies the heavens, not below you or me."

"An existence with such cultivation has actually lost contact. We must be extremely careful when our true bodies go there."

"Within this spiritual realm, let's complete the contract selection as soon as possible; let's not cause any extra trouble."

She steered the conversation back to business, which was both a reminder and a veiled warning.

Do not interfere too much with the ritual process due to personal emotions, or even expose things that should not be exposed.

To put it more deeply.

It means let me feed my "Sir" opportunities, and you two shouldn't participate.

After I confirm his identity, I will then fiercely become his contracted Heroic Spirit.

"Sister zhuge is right."

Cang Mingyue pretended to nod obediently, then as if remembering something, mentioned it casually.

The corners of her mouth revealed a faint, mischievous smile.

Right now, she was the one with the most information in the trio.

And among the three women, she was the weakest.

She was neither a match for Ye Jingjun's sword nor the strategist and combat power of Zhuge Jinyu.

If she wanted to win, she could only rely on the fact that the other two had more or less information gaps.

Since that was the case, she had to increase the intensity of stirring the fire and make the water even muddier.

"Speaking of which, I just saw a quite interesting little guy."

"He clearly only has seventh-rank cultivation; although that's not bad, it definitely doesn't reach the level of being first."

"However, he is killing it in the forest, and his points are rising very fast."

"Seems his name is something like 'Xiao Yan'?"

"The name is quite imposing."

As soon as the two words "Xiao Yan" were spoken, the projections of Zhuge Jinyu and Ye Jingjun simultaneously froze for a nearly imperceptible ten-thousandth of a second.