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Chapter 404: Chapter 404 Nie Xiaoqian’s Sentiments

From Zhongnan Mountain, the journey upwards was difficult, passing through what used to be Jinhua Mansion, now just known as Jinhua.

As an ancient city, there were no traces of its centuries-old past to be seen anymore; modern science and technology had buried all dust in history.

The pair, dressed in traditional attire, walked within Jinhua Mansion, attracting countless glances from men and women along the way.

Li Xiaoyao’s long hair had reached his back, with a resolute facial contour as if chiseled by a knife and ax, exuding masculinity yet not lacking scholarly charm.

Nie Xiaoqian, originally from the Qing Dynasty, had an ancient grace and gentleness that modern-day people could not match.

Upon entering Jinhua Mansion, Nie Xiaoqian, normally indifferent, fully revealed her deeply hidden girlish demeanor.

She couldn’t wait to return to her hometown, to find her parents, to retrieve her lost memories.

“This is the place.”

Nie Xiaoqian stood outside a residential complex, looking at the dense high-rises in front of her, her expression somewhat dreamlike.

Nothing was left; all memories had faded with time and were forgotten by history.

Li Xiaoyao stood by her side, looking at her dispirited face, and felt no better in his heart.

“Xiaoqian’s home is here, Xiaoqian remembers, it can’t be wrong.” Tears reddened her eyes and fell uncontrollably.

Nie Xiaoqian kept walking forward, trying everything possible to find her home.

But how could it be found here?

Hundreds of years of changes had transformed this ancient city beyond recognition.

Li Xiaoyao grabbed her hand and embraced her; Nie Xiaoqian leaned feebly against him, her eyes lifeless, tears continually streaming as she choked and muttered, “It was right here, Xiaoqian’s home should be right here, but now it’s gone, Xiaoqian has no home left… wuwu, my lord, Xiaoqian is homeless now.”

The sorrow suppressed for centuries poured out with her mournful voice, and Li Xiaoyao held her tightly, a bitterness spreading in his heart.

“How can you be without a home? I am your home,” he said with a smile, his voice like a shot of adrenaline, which made Nie Xiaoqian’s heart tremble and her tears flow even more, wetting Li Xiaoyao’s garment.

…

Having returned from Jinhua Mansion, the atmosphere between the two was somewhat strange on the way back.

“My lord, would you like some water?” Nie Xiaoqian asked softly in the restaurant.

“Mm.”

Nie Xiaoqian poured him a cup and pushed it over; Li Xiaoyao drank it in one gulp, staring intently at Nie Xiaoqian, making her cheeks flush a rosy red.

“My lord, what are you looking at?” Nie Xiaoqian’s cheeks were red, but her eyes stayed fixed on Li Xiaoyao, full of deep affection.

“Looking at you,” Li Xiaoyao said, taking her hand in his.

Nie Xiaoqian’s cheeks reddened further, but she did not pull away, letting him hold her hand; the two of them gazed at each other in silence. The atmosphere was quiet yet not awkward; rather, it was filled with an indescribable warmth.

This kind of life was actually quite nice – eating meals, strolling, flirting occasionally, cozy and comfortable, albeit a little indulgent.

In the night, Li Xiaoyao returned to Ling City.

When the door opened, several women saw yet another woman by Li Xiaoyao’s side, exchanging glances with one another; not saying anything, but feeling discontent in their hearts.

“This is Miss Nie Xiaoqian,” Li Xiaoyao introduced Xiaoqian as he led her inside, going straight to the point.

“Nie Xiaoqian? That name…”

The women were no strangers to this name. Nie Xiaoqian was a character known as the most beautiful female ghost, a tragic figure.

Li Xiaoyao leaned on the sofa, glanced at Xiaoqing snacking and watching TV beside him, and lit up a cigarette, “Actually, I’ve known Xiaoqian for a long time, and she has known you guys for quite a while, too. It’s just that you’ve been unable to see her.”

“Unable to see her?”

The women didn’t quite understand what Li Xiaoyao meant by that.

Li Xiaoyao said, “Miss Xiaoqian was born during the Qing Dynasty. She died from an illness in the prime of her youth. By a stroke of fate, I met her in an antique shop. A while back, when I went to Medicine God Valley to revive Zhuo Yi, I also revived her.”

“She’s Nie Xiaoqian!” The women’s eyes widened in disbelief.

Nie Xiaoqian, a legendary figure from myths, actually existed, and moreover, she was standing right in front of them at this very moment.

This feeling was truly too wondrous, something one would never believe unless experienced firsthand.

Li Xiaoyao knew these women too well. If he had directly told them about his relationship with Nie Xiaoqian, they surely would have had a hard time accepting it. But if he indirectly revealed Nie Xiaoqian’s identity, then it was a completely different story.

They would be taken by Nie Xiaoqian’s identity. In no time, Nie Xiaoqian would be able to integrate herself into their circle.

Li Xiaoyao thought to himself, what kind of expression would they have if they knew that Xiaoqing, who was now hugging snacks and watching TV, was indeed Bai Suzhen’s sister, Xiaoqing?

The sight would certainly be very interesting.

In the bedroom, Li Xiaoyao sat cross-legged, his breath moving in and out, as strands of pure white energy circulated through his mouth and nose.

While cultivating spiritual energy, Li Xiaoyao fought a fierce battle against Ouyang Gu in the combat simulation system.

“I am Ouyang Gu, one of the three hundred direct disciples of Jian Wuji, the Sect Leader of the Sword Dao Sect from The Third Realm.” Li Xiaoyao had repeated this scene countless times, but this time, far from feeling monotonous and boring, he actually narrowed his eyes slightly.

“The Third Realm? This guy comes from the Cultivation World?”@@novelbin@@

Li Xiaoyao still clearly remembered what Jiang Lichun had said: the Cultivation World, also known as The Third Realm, was one of the vast multitude of great worlds.

He had thought the Cultivation World was very distant, but now it seemed not so far away at all.

Ouyang Gu’s sword attack was pervasive, its shadows filled every corner of the battlefield, leaving no escape for Li Xiaoyao.

Ever since Li Xiaoyao’s strength had surged, he had been spectacularly losing every simulation battle against Ouyang Gu.

The reason was quite simple. Li Xiaoyao’s abrupt gain in strength rendered him unable to control this new power well. But Ouyang Gu did not have such problems. With this give and take, Li Xiaoyao naturally lost his edge.

Despite the defeats, it was enormously beneficial for Li Xiaoyao.

The continuous defeats enabled Li Xiaoyao to grow rapidly and to condense what was once an insubstantial strength into something much more solid, preventing instability in his cultivation level due to too swift an increase in power.

Facing Ouyang Gu’s near unavoidable sword strike, Li Xiaoyao unexpectedly thrust the Seven Star Ancient Sword into the ground and began forming seals with both hands, chanting under his breath. As the blade neared his face, Li Xiaoyao’s hand seals firmed up, and he shouted, “Heaven and earth behold, ancestral spirits, grant me divine power!”

This was a basic Divine Invocation Technique to summon lower deities.

In previous battles, Li Xiaoyao had used the Divine Invocation Technique a few times, but it seemed the technique would call forth spirits in accordance with the cultivator’s cultivation level to determine the strength of the invoked deities.

For instance, when Li Xiaoyao was at the Condensation Realm, the highest he could invoke was a spirit from the Spirit Cultivation Realm.

But now, with a Golden Body and a cultivation level at the Spirit Cultivation Realm, the spirits he invited through the technique had reached a terrifying extent.

[This chapter was somewhat exhausting to write. I’m not very good at writing emotional scenes, so I had to rewrite it several times, but I’m still not quite satisfied. Also, the third chapter is short by seven hundred words, so it might be a bit late. Sorry about that.]

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