[Mo Dao Zu Shi Fanfiction] I Raise A Ying in Yiling

Chapter 214 Forget Each Other

The two, one standing and one lying down, seemed to be in perfect sync, maintaining their original postures without speaking or moving, their expressions and eyes showing no fluctuation, like two lifelike and exquisite sculptures.

For a long, long time, until the golden rays of dawn, like scattered gold, streamed into the quiet room through the thin gauze covering the window frame, the clear light bathing the noisy, chaotic dust between the two of them in a warm, pale gold hue.

The sound of the disciple's measured footsteps, coming from afar to announce the arrival of their guests, shattered the chilling atmosphere of the desolate autumn leaves that filled the room.

The two of them then moved as if from another world!

Today, Madam Lin Yingsu, who had maintained a bowed, gentle, and silent demeanor since stepping into the Qing Palace, raised her head for the first time, gazing at the standing Qingheng-jun Lan Wenjing with an expression devoid of joy or sorrow.

Even though she was sitting and looking up at Qinghengjun who was standing, her aura was not weak at all; on the contrary, it was on par with his.

Under Lin Yingsu's calm and composed gaze for only a few breaths, Lan Wenjing, the Qingheng-jun who was always calm and collected in front of others, unfazed by any collapse of Mount Tai, could no longer withstand the pressure and abandoned his innate noble composure. Like an ordinary mortal, knowing that the overall situation was already decided, he hesitated and tentatively asked, clinging to a vague sense of luck.

"Yingqing (Lady Lan, Lin Yingsu, used the alias Lin Yingqing, a rogue cultivator from Huaiyang, when she was young and went out night hunting and venturing into the cultivation world), if only I hadn't..."

"Lan Wenjing!"

As if knowing what Qinghengjun wanted to say, Lin Yingsu shouted decisively. Before she could finish speaking, her words shattered in his chest, and countless sharp, poisonous fragments pierced his heart like flying flowers!

The sudden burst of pain made Lan Wenjing involuntarily rub his rapidly convulsing chest and let out a muffled, careful groan. His eyelashes, which he lowered at the right moment, completely concealed the thick pain and sorrow in his eyes, not letting a single tear fall.

Lin Yingsu, her gaze also lowered to the clear blue sky outside the window, seemingly oblivious to the fact that history had already unfolded, continued to speak calmly and without a trace of emotion, reciting the ironclad rule that allowed no room for complacency: "The biggest and most foolish lie in this world is the use of 'what if' and 'hypothesis'! History that has already happened allows no room for complacency!"

"Ah!"

Lan Wenjing gave a silent, self-deprecating smile. He had clearly explained the entanglements between them to her long ago, but in the end, no matter how much mental preparation or rational understanding he had, it was all no match for the words "I can't bear to part with her"!

However! They persisted, refusing to let go...

Lan Wenjing suddenly recalled the bleak future he had seen in the book that the people in Wei Chaoyan's study space had deliberately given him. His heart, already riddled with holes and bleeding profusely, suddenly leaped high into the air and then abruptly stiffened and plummeted down. The pain was even greater than before, and he couldn't help but want to cover his chest, bend over, and curl up to defend himself and alleviate the pain.

But he didn't want his unusual behavior to frighten Lin Yingsu, so he used all the self-control he had ever had to suppress his physiological instincts. His waist was as straight as a pine tree or bamboo, and his tone was as calm and gentle as ever.

"In that case, everything will proceed as previously agreed, Fellow Daoist Lin! The path to immortality is long, I wish Fellow Daoist Lin great success!"

"I am deeply grateful for Fellow Daoist Lan's kind words! I also wish Fellow Daoist Lan a successful path to immortality and his family continued prosperity!"

The two faced each other, bowing respectfully and formally, exchanging deep bows. Then they stood up at the same time, looked at each other, and smiled politely and respectfully.

"I have troubled Fellow Daoist Lan for quite some time today; it was my fault. Now that everything is settled, I will take my leave! Fellow Daoist Lan, please stay; there is no need to see me off! I may depart on my own!"

Lin Yingsu spoke calmly, her expression as still as a deep well, and after bowing once more, she turned and strode decisively towards the outside.

Behind him, Lan Wenjing bowed in return and remained standing for a long time, only raising his voice slightly: "The journey ahead is long and arduous, Fellow Daoist Lin, please take care!"

"Lin Yingqing has no regrets about meeting Lan Yixiu (Lan Wenjing's alias when he was young, and also the name he used when he first met Madam Lin Yingsu)!"

Upon hearing this, Lan Wenjing suddenly straightened up and looked over with great joy, but there was no one there. Only those firm and sincere words lingered and lingered, unwilling to dissipate in the sudden warm breeze!

However, Lin Yingsu does not regret never seeing Lan Wenjing again in this life, even in death, right?

Tears welled in Lan Wenjing's eyes, and this stark and clear-headed realization shone brightly on her already parched and cracked heart.

After a long pause, he regained his composure and smiled with relief: "Rather than forcing you to stay in the Lan Clan and torment you until you wither away in despair, it's better to set you free, to let you bloom in a field full of flowers and sunshine, and let the world marvel at your unparalleled beauty!"

"I have heard the saying, 'If we are drenched in snow together in the future, we can be considered to have grown old together in this life,' but I do not like its sorrow or grief. I am more pleased with the relief of 'forgetting each other in the rivers and lakes,' for you are going to roam freely in the vast sky and sea! I am in Suzhou and Yun Shen, sharing the sunrise and sunset with you, admiring the bright moon and sharing the stars. I have heard of your wonderful deeds and we have been seeking the Great Dao together until we return to tranquility in this life. Isn't that considered to have spent a lifetime hand in hand?"

"Yingqing, this is the last time Yixiu will call you this! From now on, the world will no longer have the like-minded, divine couple of independent cultivators, Lan Yixiu and Lin Yingqing, only Lan Wenjing, the current sect leader of the Lan Clan, and Lin Yingsu, the head of the Huaiyang Lin Clan!"

With one firm resolve, all thoughts will be in harmony!

Qingheng-jun straightened up and gracefully adjusted his clothes and appearance. He walked out slowly and leisurely, dressed impeccably. The aura that belonged to the current sect leader of the Gusu Lan Clan and the first and earliest disciple of his generation to be granted a title was revived in him. He stepped firmly and fearlessly toward his battlefield!

There, the turbulent winds of a great era of contention await his entry and move!

In this new world, I, Lan Wenjing, have arrived!