Full-Time Magister: White Tiger's Power Lock, Unrivaled Sacred Beast

Chapter 62 Xinxia, ​​I'll Give You Wings! Mo Fan: Xinxia, ​​no!
A cool morning breeze from West Lake drifted through the windowpane, gently stirring the curtains. The room, where Zhao Chengyue had left, seemed to still retain his crisp, clean scent.

Ye Xinxia sat by the window, with the antique sandalwood box on her lap.

Fingertips caressed the smooth wood grain with an almost reverent solemnity.

She took a deep breath and slowly opened the box lid.

The first thing that catches the eye is a neatly folded plain-colored letter.

Secondly, there was a space bracelet resembling a jade bangle, lying quietly on a velvet cushion.

Ye Xinxia's heart skipped a beat for no apparent reason.

Ye Xinxia carefully took out the letter and unfolded it.

Above was Zhao Chengyue's familiar handwriting, slightly sharp yet exceptionally neat.

The ink seemed to still carry a trace of lingering warmth:

"Xinxia, ​​Zhanxin An."

By the time you read this letter, I should already be on my way back to Shanghai.

This spatial bracelet is a gift I prepared for you.

Forgive me for choosing to say goodbye in this way. I always felt that a face-to-face farewell would disturb the tranquility of West Lake, and I was also afraid of disturbing the clarity in your eyes.

The brief time I spent with you in Hangzhou was like a gentle breeze across a lake, leaving behind an indescribable sense of tranquility and beauty.

Xinxia, ​​in my eyes you are like an angel who has accidentally broken her wings and fallen to earth. This is not pity, but the deepest feeling.

You possess a kindness as pure as the waters of West Lake, and a resilience and gentleness more moving than the spring blossoms by its shores. Your brilliance should not be confined by your wheelchair; your world should be infinitely vast.

Inside the bracelet is a winged magical artifact that I have carefully prepared for you.

Do not feel burdened. Every penny spent on forging it was earned from hunting monsters in the wilderness. Its origin is clear and pure, and it carries only a pure blessing.

I hope you accept it.

Having these wings doesn't mean you have to become an angel in other people's eyes.

I only hope it can help you break free from tangible and intangible constraints and go wherever your heart desires.

Whether it's the sea of ​​clouds atop a mountain peak, the vibrant colors beneath the deep sea, or the most secluded corner of the Parthenon Academy's library, embrace the boundless freedom and sky that rightfully belong to you.

True angels have hearts that reside in the clouds.

May this wing help you soar.

Zhao Chengyue left a message.

The handwriting on the letter was crystal clear in the morning light. Ye Xinxia's fingertips gently brushed over the ink marks, as if she could feel the quiet tenderness and strength of the writer.

When reading phrases like "fallen angel," "your light should not be confined by a wheelchair," and "embrace the boundless freedom and sky that rightfully belong to you," one feels a sense of wonder.

Her breath hitched slightly, and a powerful, soul-piercing warmth instantly swept over her entire body.

Tears welled up unexpectedly, silently dripping onto the letter paper and blurring the ink.

She hurriedly tried to wipe her tears with her fingers, but this only caused more tears to fall.

This is not sadness, but a profound shock and emotion of being deeply understood and solemnly entrusted with the future.

She never imagined that beneath Zhao Chengyue's seemingly aloof and carefree exterior lay such keen insight and profound feelings.

She pressed the letter tightly against her chest, feeling the lingering warmth beneath the paper.

Then, with trembling hands, she took out the simple-looking yet mysteriously glowing spatial bracelet from under the velvet cushion of the wooden box.

The mental power probed into it.

The next moment, a breathtakingly beautiful winged magical artifact silently floated within her mental perception—

The streamlined frame resembles an ice crystal sculpture, and the energy wings covering it are translucent, pale gold like the first light of dawn, with tiny starlight flowing around the edges, exuding a warm and powerful aura.

It has no ferocious aggression, only a pure lightness and elegance that lifts up dreams.

"wing……"

Ye Xinxia murmured to herself, tears blurring her vision again, but she couldn't help but smile upwards, revealing a bright and moving smile through her tears.

She carefully wrapped her spiritual energy around it, attempting to communicate and guide... Buzz—

A gentle yet powerful energy emanated from the bracelet.

Behind her, the light of dawn seemed to gather and condense in the void...

At this moment, even the morning light over West Lake outside the window seemed to brighten a bit.

Holding the letter and bracelet, Ye Xinxia felt the weight of the sentiment and the freedom of her impending birth, her heart filled with unprecedented courage and hope.

"Brother Chengyue, I have received your kind intentions."

I will personally measure this sky.

Ye Xinxia murmured to herself.

Magic City.

Mo Fan: I have a bad feeling about this.

Mo Fan felt a slight itch on his head, as if his brain was about to grow.

A casual glance revealed, "What's that green thing?"

Mo Fan didn't care.

He now shares an apartment with two other guys, and they usually practice their cultivation in this rented room.

"Mo Fan, come quick! Something's happened in Hangzhou! The White Demon Eagle Tribe invaded Hangzhou, but luckily the Zhao family dispatched several high-level mages, who, together with the local forces of Hangzhou, successfully repelled the White Demon Eagle Tribe. Even the White Demon Eagle Tribe's leader—a monarch-level demon—was severely injured and fled in disgrace!"

Mo Fan was a little confused after hearing his roommate's words.

"What, Hangzhou?"

After realizing what had happened, Mo Fan immediately ran over to check the message and found that it was indeed true.

What about Xinxia? Will Xinxia be alright?
The thought had barely formed in his mind when Mo Fan shook his head and dismissed it.

After all, the White Demon Eagle Tribe had already been stopped outside the West Fortress, and Ye Xinxia was in Songcheng Academy, so how could anything have happened to her?

After thinking for a moment, Mo Fan took out his phone and called Ye Xinxia.

"Xinxia, ​​did you receive the bracelet that I asked Lao Zhao to give you?" Mo Fan asked with a smile.

"Ah."

Ye Xinxia's calm voice came over.

“I really like the bracelet that Brother Mo Fan gave me. By the way, Brother Cheng Yue is also a good person. He helped me a lot this time, and I feel much better now.”

"Oh, I'm glad you like it. What are you talking about?"

Upon hearing the second half, Mo Fan was taken aback.

It's Zhao Chengyue again?
"Xinxia, ​​did Lao Zhao do anything to you? Like using mind-control magic to give you psychological suggestions?" Mo Fan couldn't help but ask.

"Brother Mo Fan, what are you saying?"

Ye Xinxia covered her mouth and smiled.

"Brother Chengyue gave me a gift."

After a pause, Ye Xinxia didn't continue. She only chatted briefly before saying that she needed to cultivate and hung up the phone.

She still needs to refine this winged demon artifact.

She was also looking forward to seeing herself soaring through the sky.

Mo Fan hung up the phone in a daze, a bad feeling creeping into his heart.

The sorrow I felt watching Zhao Chengyue and Mu Ningxue get into a taxi and head to the hotel on the streets of the capital resurfaced in my mind.

"Could it be?"

Mo Fan immediately called Zhao Chengyue.

But at this moment, Zhao Chengyue was cuddling with Mu Nujiao, and his phone was in his spatial bracelet, so there was no signal at all.

(End of this chapter)