The Year of Lihua: She Was Reborn

The talented Hua Ye mastered the heat gathering technique in the magic in just one day.

She gently dipped her sleeves into the basin to wet them, and then when she raised her hand, before the water dripped down, the moisture on her sleeves instantly turned into a wisp of hot air and floated in the air.

This miraculous scene happened to be witnessed by Wutong, who came here on orders. He couldn't help but feel a little surprised and thought to himself:

"She's clearly just a mortal, yet she's building her immortal roots so quickly, and practicing immortal arts with such ease and rapid progress. Could it really be because she and His Highness had such close contact?"

At this moment, I heard a clear call: "Sister Wutong, why don't you come in now?"

Hua Ye slowly walked to the door, leaned half of his body out, with a playful and cute smile on his face.

"I didn't expect that Ye'er has made such rapid progress after receiving personal instruction from His Highness. I'm afraid that in just a few years, he will be able to achieve enlightenment and ascend to become an immortal."

Wutong walked over with light steps, her tone full of sourness.

"That's unknown. Just take things as they come." Hua Ye responded with a smile.

"My master isn't here. If Sister Wutong is looking for him, she's probably in the wrong place!"

"His Highness has ordered you to be taken to the Qicheng refugee camp, and he also said that you will definitely not be able to hold yourself in this barrier!"

Wutong glanced at her sideways, feeling very disgusted by her indifference towards his search for Xuzhi.

"Why don't you get going quickly? I don't understand why someone would build such a huge palace just to live alone. It feels so lonely."

Hua Ye opened his arms and hugged her arms, muttering to himself, with an expression on his face that showed he couldn't wait to leave.

When Wutong saw her hugging his arm, a look of extreme disgust appeared on his face. He tried hard to pull his arm free, but it was no use.

Hua Ye almost wished he could stick his entire body to her, with his lower body firmly planted.

One of the two struggled to break free, while the other pulled desperately, and they were entangled with each other every step of the way.

Wutong, who was always good-tempered, was unusually angry. She raised her hands and shouted, "Hua Ye, if you dare to hug me tightly like this again, don't blame me for swinging my whip mercilessly..."

As she spoke, her originally slender fingers suddenly began to undergo miraculous changes, quickly growing into long vines.

The vines are covered with sharp barbs, and just looking at them from a distance can make people feel a tingling sensation.

Seeing this, Hua Ye quickly loosened his arms that were tightly hugging Wutong, then jumped lightly, instantly widening the distance between them.

The indifferent expression on her face instantly turned into a pitiful and innocent look as she asked.

"Sister Wutong, you've really gone too far this time! I don't have the ability to teleport, so if I don't hold you tight, how are we going to move forward? What if we encounter any danger along the way and you get jealous and leave me behind, what should I do?"

"Even if I dare, Your Highness will save you. I, Wutong, only do things that are foolproof. If I can't get the result I want, or if it costs a considerable price, I won't do it. Just relax..."

As he spoke, Wutong retracted the thorny vine, which gradually became shorter and turned into a slender hand.

She raised her hand to support her arm which was sore from Hua Ye's hug, rubbed and patted it, and was a little angry.

"I don't know if she's truly stupid or just pretending. Anyone who catches His Highness' eye must not be as harmless as they appear."

Wutong couldn't help but rolled his eyes at her several times and said, "Just hold on to me, I'll hold you in my arms later."

Hua Ye listened to her helpless look and smiled even more brightly. "Sister Wutong, you have to express your feelings so that others will know your feelings. You haven't even tried, so how can you know if it will succeed?"

"You're so straightforward!"

"My motto in life is: If you want to do something, do it. If you like something, pursue it. Even if the result is not good, at least it is good enough to not have any regrets. A forced melon is not sweet, but if you don't twist it, you will never know whether it is sweet or not..."

As Hua Ye spoke, he seemed to have said too much. The light in his eyes gradually dimmed and his whole face fell.

"From your expression, it's clear that this forced melon isn't sweet. You've tasted the bitterness of it. Do you want me to follow in your footsteps?"

Wutong looked at Hua Ye with a questioning look, and there was a hint of heartache in her eyes. She saw the sadness that could not be concealed in her eyes.

Hua Ye paused, closed his eyes to hide the sadness, and then spoke seriously with bright eyes.

"Isn't it because you still hold out hope for my master? I'm trying to help you so that you can completely give up..."

"You are so lucky, little girl! Come here quickly, or you will be too late. His Highness will definitely be angry if he doesn't see you."

Wutong was so impressed by her blunt words that a sincere and innocent expression instantly appeared on his face. He couldn't help but stretch out his thornless vines and pull her over...