Chapter 41 The Fairy Flees at Night to Recognize Herself, Qingping Appears to Block the Mortal World

The night was like ink, and the moonlight was like frost.

In the center of the courtyard, that small, lonely figure was like a needle, piercing precisely into the hearts of the Three Xiao Fairies.

The anger, grievances, and questions that had filled them a moment ago were, in this instant, washed away completely by that deep, inseparable loneliness.

How angry Bixiao had been when she crushed the teacup, that is how much her heart ached now.

Her almond eyes, which had been burning with fire, were gradually moistened by mist, and her tightly clenched fists hung down powerlessly.

The pain of her nails digging into her palms was far less than the sharp bitterness in her heart.

Qiong Xiao's eyes had long since turned red; she bit her lip tightly, refusing to let herself cry out.

She had imagined countless versions of what Senior Brother Gu would look like after Reincarnation, perhaps living in luxury.

Perhaps mischievous and playful, but she had never imagined it would be like this... such heartbreaking loneliness.

Yunxiao stood where she was, motionless, like a jade statue frozen by the moonlight.

Her heart felt as if it were being gripped by an invisible hand, and every tightening brought a suffocating pain.

That Gu Ziyuan, who on Jinao Island had suppressed the Twelve Golden Immortals with his own strength and remained calm even when facing a Saint.

At this moment, slowly overlapped with the lonely figure of this five-year-old child before them.

He was still him.

But now, he had nothing.

The three looked at each other in silence, then stepped forward, their forms turning into three phantoms that almost merged with the night,

and they drifted silently into the bedroom where the lights were still on.

The room was small, and the furnishings were simple.

The child had already fallen asleep, slumped over the chessboard, his small body curled up on the chair, his hand still clutching the small knife carved with a mysterious bird.

The oil lamp on the table burned through its last drop of oil; the flame struggled and flickered twice before finally extinguishing, plunging the room into complete darkness.

Yunxiao flicked her jade fingers, and a strand of soft moonlight was drawn over.

It turned into a halo of light, hovering in mid-air, illuminating the entire room as brightly as day, yet remaining incredibly soft.

Under the light, that small, fair, and delicate face finally appeared clearly before the three of them.

Between his brows and eyes, the contours of his past life were vaguely visible, yet all the sharpness and depth had faded away, leaving only the purity and innocence of a child.

He slept deeply, his long eyelashes casting faint shadows beneath his eyelids.

The corners of his mouth were slightly pouted, as if he had encountered something unhappy in his dreams.

"You little heartless one..."

Qiong Xiao's tears could no longer be held back, falling like broken beads.

She wanted to reach out and touch his face, but feared disturbing his dream.

Bixiao stepped forward and crouched beside Chen Yuan.

She looked at his sleeping face, looked at his tightly furrowed brows.

Looking at that deep loneliness that did not match his age, her internal defenses completely collapsed.

What kind of damn Mortal World trial is this!

What Revered Master's prohibition!

She only knew that her Junior Brother Ziyuan should not be like this! He should not be here alone, bearing this loneliness!

"I am going to wake him up."

Bixiao's voice was very soft, but carried an unquestionable resolve.

"Second Sister, have you gone mad!" Qiong Xiao was shocked and grabbed her wrist, "Revered Master has given orders; we cannot interfere!"

"And what if we do?"

Bixiao turned her head sharply, her eyes filled with unprecedented stubbornness and madness.

"Are we just going to watch him suffer here? He has even forgotten who he is! That Huang Yuerong, that so-called childhood betrothal, can you tolerate it? I cannot!"

"He should remember us! He should return to Jinao Island! Instead of being in this wretched place, acting as some pillar of the nation for Mortals!"

Before she finished speaking, a brilliant Fairy light had already lit up at Bixiao's fingertips.

Within that light, contained a trace of incredibly pure Divine Soul power.

As long as it touched the center of Chen Yuan's brow, it would be enough to break through the first layer of the memory Seal set by the Revered Master of Heaven, allowing him to remember his past life!

"Bixiao, don't!"

Yunxiao's expression changed drastically, and she shouted sternly. She wanted to stop her, but it was already a step too late.

Just at the moment when that bit of Fairy light was about to touch the center of Chen Yuan's brow—

The air in the entire room suddenly solidified.

Time and space seemed to have been pressed with a pause button at this moment.

An old and majestic voice rang out without warning in the depths of the three women's Primordial Spirits, like a great bell, shaking their Divine Souls violently.

"Absurd!"

Accompanying the voice, an old Daoist wearing a cyan Daoist robe and holding a vibrant green bamboo staff appeared silently in the center of the room.

He seemed to have been standing there all along, blending with the surrounding light and shadow; if he had not revealed himself, even a Saint's Divine Thought sweeping over would have had difficulty detecting him.

It was none other than the Revered Master of Heaven's good incarnation, Daoist Qingping.

As soon as he appeared, the bit of Fairy light at Bixiao's fingertips extinguished instantly like a candle in the wind.

The Three Xiao Fairies were struck as if by lightning, all freezing in place. Yunxiao and Qiong Xiao's faces were filled with terror, while Bixiao's face was deathly pale.

"Greet... Greet Revered Master."

The three women hurriedly bowed and saluted, their voices trembling. They knew.

Although the person before them was only the Revered Master's good incarnation, his will was equivalent to the Revered Master's personal presence.

Daoist Qingping ignored their salute, his gaze falling upon the sleeping Chen Yuan.

A trace of complexity and pity flashed in his eyes, but when he looked at the Three Xiao Fairies again, his expression had become incomparably stern.

"Do you know what you are doing?"

His voice was not loud, but it carried a pressure originating from a Saint, making the Three Xiao Fairies afraid to even lift their heads.

"Do you know that this is Ziyuan's great calamity in the Mortal World to reshape his Dao Heart and sever his Heart Demon?"

"In his past life, his edge was too sharp and he was self-willed, which had already given rise to a path of self-destruction. Only by experiencing the myriad states of the Mortal World, birth, old age, sickness, and death, while in a Mortal body..."

"And relying on Mortal wisdom to see through this chessboard of all living beings, can his Dao Heart achieve Perfection and transcend beyond the chessboard!"

"Your actions, while called love and protection, are in reality harm!"

"If you forcibly intervene with the power of the immortal path and break his Mortal World Dao Heart, it will only cause all his previous efforts to be wasted, and his Dao foundation will completely collapse!"

"At that time, the Five Decays of Heaven and Man will descend, his true spirit will be extinguished, and even if a Saint were to intervene, it would not save him! He would be... doomed eternally!"

The four words "doomed eternally" were like four invisible heavy hammers, slamming fiercely into the hearts of the Three Xiao Fairies.

Bixiao's body went limp, and she nearly collapsed to the ground, all color draining from her face.

Only at this moment did she realize what kind of irreparable consequences her impulsiveness had almost caused.

Fear, like a cold tide, completely submerged her.

"Disciple... Disciple was wrong." Yunxiao took a deep breath, knelt down first, her voice strained.

"Disciple was wrong." Qiong Xiao and Bixiao also knelt down, tears mixed with cold sweat soaking their clothes.

Daoist Qingping looked at his three kneeling, trembling Disciples, sighed heavily, and his tone softened slightly.

"Enough. You were only confused by your concern. But remember, this is the first time, and it will be the last."

"Regarding matters here, with me protecting him, his true spirit will remain untainted. But his life, death, fortune, misfortune, love, and hatred are all part of his calamity and his Dao path. You must not interfere in the slightest again."

After speaking, Daoist Qingping's figure began to fade, as if he were about to merge into the Void Realm once more.

"Revered Master!" Yunxiao looked up sharply and asked urgently.

"Can we... can we really do nothing? Can we only... watch from afar like this?"

Daoist Qingping's figure, about to dissipate, paused slightly and left behind a meaningful sentence.

"The rules of the Mortal World are the greatest Dao. If you wish to enter the game, you must abide by the rules of the game."

As his voice fell, his figure completely vanished, as if he had never appeared at all.

Inside the room, silence returned once more.

The Three Xiao Fairies knelt on the floor for a long time without rising.

"The rules of the Mortal World are the greatest Dao..."

Yunxiao murmured to herself, chewing on these words over and over again, and the light in her previously dim eyes gradually began to shine again.

For a long time, she stood up, wiped the tear stains from her face, and her eyes became incomparably firm.

"I know what I must do."

The next day, early morning.

The main gate of the Chen residence was pushed open with a creak.

Five-year-old Chen Yuan walked out with his small hands behind his back, taking steady steps that did not match his age.

Today he was going to the school in the east of the city; this was his father Chen Lie's arrangement, saying it was to let him be around more people.

However, just as he stepped out the door, his footsteps stopped.

He looked up and gazed across from his own residence.

There had been a long-vacant courtyard, but at some unknown time, the gate had been completely renovated, and two exquisite lanterns were hung in front of it.

At this moment, the courtyard gate was open, and three stunningly beautiful figures were directing servants to move some things.

There was a guqin, some scrolls, and... a chessboard.

Seeming to sense his gaze, the leading woman, whose temperament was as gentle as an orchid in an empty valley, happened to turn around.

Their eyes met.

Sunlight pierced through the morning mist of Zhaoge City, spilling onto the woman's face, tender beyond belief.

Five-year-old Chen Yuan just stood there quietly, tilting his head, and in those black-and-white, pure, and flawless eyes,

reflected that gentle face which he found incomparably familiar, yet also incomparably strange.

In the darkness, it seemed as if an invisible thread had crossed Reincarnation, drawing them back together once more.