The cat demon defies the heavens and is the emperor’s only beloved disciple!

She saw herself transformed into a cat, running carefree through the demon realm.

I saw the joy I felt when I first met Yun Che and was attracted by his aloof temperament.

I saw the two of them cultivating and experiencing together, and those warm and touching moments.

They also saw Yun Che's resolute yet sorrowful back as he left.

These images are no longer the sharp blade that pierced her, but rather like a yellowed diary, quietly recording the most important chapters of her life.

She finally understood that Ling Shuo was right.

She has been running away, trapping herself in the past.

But as Ling Shuo said, flowers cannot speak, yet they understand people's hearts best.

They remember the tenderness of every drop of dew.

Yun Che's love, his expectations for her, are like the gentlest dew.

She shouldn't have let this love be buried by her own sorrow.

She should carry this love with her and move forward bravely.

Like the flowers in the spiritual field, no matter how much wind and rain they endure, they will still bloom towards the sun the next day.

Xu Wan slowly stood up and wiped away the tears on her face.

Her eyes, free of confusion and sorrow, regained their clarity and determination.

She looked at the jade bottle in her hand, where a gentle blue light shimmered, as if responding to her state of mind.

"I understand."

she whispered.

in reality.

Outside the pavilion, Ling Shuo stood with his hands behind his back, gazing at the sea of ​​flowers in the distance.

Lan Youyou and the golden flower spirit had returned to his side at some point.

Lan Youyou transformed back into a little girl, nestled beside him, blinking her big eyes and looking at Xu Wan in the pavilion with concern.

Ling Shuo bent down and gently stroked Lan Youyou's hair.

"Uncle Ling, is my sister's master... alright?"

Lan Youyou asked softly.

Ling Shuo smiled slightly:

"Don't worry, Youyou, she's making peace with herself."

The words just fell!

Xu Wan, who was in the pavilion, trembled and slowly opened her eyes.

Her eyes were still slightly red, but her gaze was completely different.

It is a clarity that comes after the glitter has been washed away, a resilience that comes after breaking free from the cocoon and becoming a butterfly.

She lowered her head and looked at the jade bottle in her hand. The fragrance in the bottle had faded, leaving only a faint aftertaste.

She stepped out of the pavilion, walked up to Ling Shuo, and gave him a deep bow.

"Thank you for your guidance, Senior Ling Shuo."

Ling Shuo helped her up and nodded with satisfaction:

"You have a high level of comprehension."

Xu Wan raised her head and looked at the boundless spiritual field.

Sunlight shines on the myriad flowers, refracting them into dreamlike colors.

She could almost hear each flower whispering to her, telling her about the beauty and hope of life.

"I understand!"

She took a deep breath and smiled knowingly.

I shouldn't be stuck in the past.

Ling Shuo looked at her, his eyes full of approval:

"That's good."

"it is good!"

Seeing this, Lan Youyou cheered and transformed into a blue butterfly again, fluttering happily.

A golden flower spirit also floated out from the nearby clump of forget-me-nots and wandered among the flowers with her.

Xu Wan looked at them, her smile deepening.

She turned to look at Ling Shuo and said sincerely:

"Senior Ling Shuo, may I stay here for a few days?"

"I want to... take a good look at this spiritual field, and also think about my future."

"of course."

Ling Shuo made a "please" gesture.

"You are welcome here."

"That's great! Sister Master is staying!"

Lan Youyou, transformed into a blue butterfly, twirled merrily in the air.

Then, it flew around Xu Wan's head once, then quickly swooped down and transformed back into the little girl with double buns, throwing herself into Xu Wan's arms.

"Sister Master, I was just worried about you!"

Lan Youyou tilted her little face up, her eyes sparkling:

"You have no idea how scared Youyou was when you were in the pavilion just now."

Xu Wan was amused by her affectionate and adorable gesture, and the last trace of heaviness in her heart vanished.

She gently reached out and lightly pinched Lan Youyou's chubby cheeks. The touch was soft and smooth, just like the finest dough.

"I'm sorry to have worried you, Youyou."

"I'm all right."

"Look, I'm perfectly fine, aren't I?"

As she spoke, she turned her gaze to the golden flower spirit that had been quietly floating to the side.

When the golden flower spirit saw Xu Wan looking over, it immediately flew happily to Xu Wan's shoulder and rubbed its thumb-sized body against her cheek.

A warm, vibrant spiritual energy, following the gentle rubbing motion, tenderly seeped into Xu Wan's skin, soothing her somewhat weary soul.

"Thank you, Hua Ling."

Xu Wan whispered to the golden flower spirit on her shoulder, then looked down at Lan Youyou in her arms.

"Thank you too, Youyou."

She straightened up, her gaze sweeping over the vibrant spiritual field, her eyes filled with anticipation.

"Ling Shuo!"

She turned to Ling Shuo again, her tone sincere and firm:

"Thank you."

Ling Shuo simply nodded with a smile, his gaze deep and gentle.

"Let's go! Sister Master, I'll take you to see the most fun place!"

Lan Youyou broke free from Xu Wan's embrace, grabbed her hand, and ran forward.

"This spirit field has singing stones and color-changing mushrooms! The flower spirits know where they are!"

The golden flower spirits also flew up from her shoulder, swirling and dancing merrily in front of her, as if guiding her.

Infected by their emotions, Xu Wan let Lan Youyou pull her along and followed with light steps.

Following two graceful beams of light, one blue and one gold, she stepped back into the boundless sea of ​​forget-me-nots.

in the sun.

A beautiful woman, a lively little girl, and a shimmering golden speck of light wander and frolic among the orange-red waves of flowers.

For the first time, joyful laughter echoed so vividly in this once silent spiritual field.

Ling Shuo stood there, watching their harmonious figures from afar, a gratified smile appearing on his lips.

Lan Youyou pulled Xu Wan along as they weaved through the waves of forget-me-not flowers.

"Sister Master, look!"

Lan Youyou suddenly stopped and pointed to a green rock about half a person's height in front of her.

The rock surface was covered with moss and looked unremarkable.

But when the golden flower spirit flew closer, the blue patterns on the rock began to slowly flow with a ghostly blue light.

Next!

A faint, ethereal humming sound emanated from within the rock. The sound was initially deep and resonant, like the breath of the earth!

Then it gradually became clear and melodious, as if countless tiny strings were being plucked at the same time, weaving together with the sound of the wind into a wonderful melody.

"It's called Yinghe Stone."

Lan Youyou proudly introduced it, as if it were her own treasure!

"It will only sing when people with good intentions approach it!"

Xu Wan approached the echo stone, reached out, and gently touched its cool surface.

The moment her palm touched the stone, the ethereal buzzing sound suddenly became cheerful, as if responding to her touch.

The gentle vibration, carrying a calm and ancient aura, flowed slowly into her meridians along her arm.

The feeling wasn't like transmitting spiritual energy; it was more like... sorting things out.

And wherever that gentle aura passed!

The spiritual energy within her, which had been stagnant and congested due to prolonged grief, began to loosen and melt away little by little.

A sour feeling spread through her limbs, making her want to sigh.

This stone is not only singing, but also taking her pulse!

A thought struck her, so she simply closed her eyes, stopped thinking about it, and focused entirely on feeling the guidance of that gentle aura.

Driven by that aura, the spiritual energy within her body began to circulate along a more natural and fluid path that she had never tried before.

Lan Youyou held her breath, staring intently at Xu Wan.

The golden flower spirits also stopped flying and hovered quietly in mid-air.