Chapter 1634: Ancient Mystery – To Accept or Not (Third Update)

Wang Lin sat cross-legged within the Revolving Formation, looking off into the distance at the scene outside the Formation. A roaring, whistling sound filled his ears. The three from Miaoyin had not chosen to leave; they believed that by joining forces, they should be able to fight Daoist Blue Dream.

Li Qianmei's expression was tense. She watched her father engage the three, worry appearing in her eyes.

The starry sky outside the Formation trembled. Daoist Blue Dream, with his own strength, fought the three. His expression was calm, without the slightest change, and as he struck, surging blue light transformed into supreme Divine Abilities that roared and filled the space.

After watching for a moment, Wang Lin closed his eyes, paying no further heed to any of it.

Once Wang Lin closed his eyes, the roaring sounds were expelled from his ears. His entire being sank into meditation, but a sliver of his Primordial Spirit remained outside his body. If there were the slightest disturbance, he would know immediately.

During these two years of sitting cross-legged to heal, Wang Lin's injuries had already recovered by more than half. He spent most of his time fusing the Heaven-Rending Art within the eight drops of blood between his brows.

He had to learn this art and use it freely. Wang Lin had personally experienced the power of this Heaven-Rending Divine Ability and knew how formidable it was.

As for fusing those eight drops of blood to increase the stars of his dao ancient power, this would require more time, and the current environment did not allow Wang Lin to fully immerse himself in it, so he postponed it.

Three days passed in a flash. Wang Lin seemed to sense something and opened his eyes. He saw that the starry sky outside the Formation was filled with broken fragments everywhere. In that vast expanse of the starry sky, there were many collapsed black holes caused by the battle between Daoist Blue Dream and the others.

Furthermore, within this starry sky, countless dead souls of incense power drifted faintly, like invisible smoke rising slowly.

Just by taking a few looks, Wang Lin could sense the intensity of the battle that had occurred over these three days. He did not see the three from Miaoyin; he only saw Daoist Blue Dream walk one step into the circular light of the Formation, arriving before Wang Lin.

Daoist Blue Dream's expression was slightly weary; clearly, the battle against those three had not been entirely easy for him.

"Miaoyin is heavily injured and cannot recover to his Peak cultivation for a hundred years. He has fallen to the Void Spirit stage. Next time you encounter him, you can kill him!"

"Nine Heavens is injured less severely than Miaoyin, but his incense power realm was destroyed by me, damaging his mind. When you encounter him in the future, he will not be your match!"

"Dahuang Shangren is the most heavily injured; he escaped using a Secret Technique and will not live for more than ten years!" After saying these three sentences, Daoist Blue Dream sat cross-legged to the side and closed his eyes to meditate.

Li Qianmei's expression was complex. She had witnessed the battle over these three days and had seen her father's slaughter and the dangers he faced again and again.

Wang Lin was silent, and after a long while, he slowly opened his mouth.

"In this life, I already have a wife…"

Daoist Blue Dream, while sitting cross-legged, suddenly opened his eyes and stared at Wang Lin, his expression darkening.

"Even with me helping you, I cannot make you change your mind… I am not asking you to abandon your wife, but to give my daughter a promise!

This should not be difficult for you! If it were not for my daughter, even if your cultivation reached the Void Spirit stage, even if you possessed the dao ancient Legacy and could kill an Early Stage empty profound Cultivator, what would you amount to in my, Blue Dream's, eyes!"

"You can use the Li Guang Bow to shoot and kill this old man! Even if I die, I would absolutely not bring my Blue Silk Clan into the Inner Realm!"

"I, Blue Dream, was born in the Primordial Era and am one of the Five Primordial Venerables. Do you really think I would deceive you, a Junior, by making this decision now? What do you have that would make me want to deceive you? Even if there were something, I have cultivated for countless years and would not yield for such a reason!"

"The Heaven Defying Bead is in your hands; if I were greedy, I could have taken it years ago! Your cultivation had not reached the Third Step back then; if I had wanted to kill you, I would have done so long ago. If not for the matter between you and Qianmei, how could I have delayed until now!"

"The matter between you and the Venerable Master, the war between the Inner Realm and the Outer Realm, or the struggle between the Seven-Colored and Old Ghost Zhan—if I, Blue Dream, did not want to participate and only wanted to protect my Blue Silk Clan, no matter who won, it would not involve me, and they might even try to win me over with favors!"

"Now I have given all of that up, just for you to give my daughter a promise. Wang Lin, do not push people too far!!" Daoist Blue Dream stared at Wang Lin, anger rising in his eyes.

Everything he was doing, as he said, was entirely for his daughter!

Li Qianmei shed tears. Only now did she understand what her father had given up and sacrificed for her…

Wang Lin's expression was complex. He stood up and bowed to Daoist Blue Dream.

"Senior, I have no doubts about what you have done…"

"Say no more, you…" Daoist Blue Dream saw Li Qianmei's tears, and his heart softened. He stared at Wang Lin and swallowed the words he had originally intended to say.

"I can take one more step back. I want a promise from you: if your wife revives, then you and my daughter shall become sworn siblings, but if your wife ultimately does not revive, you will become Dao Companions with my daughter! This is my bottom line, Wang Lin; you must choose carefully!!" Daoist Blue Dream's expression was cold.

Wang Lin was silent. He stood up and looked at the distant starry sky. After a long while, his expression showed bewilderment. His gaze swept over Li Qianmei, seeing her tears, seeing her head lowered, and her eyes avoiding his.

"You… never mind, I do not ask for an immediate answer. Once you have thought it through, come to the Blue Silk Clan to find me!" Daoist Blue Dream stood up, no longer intending to heal here. Seeing his daughter's sorrowful expression caused him pain in his heart. He had come with hope, thinking all of this would make Wang Lin agree, but in the end, it was like this.

"Father, let's go…" Li Qianmei wiped away her tears, stood up gently, and came to Daoist Blue Dream's side.

"Father, Meng'er didn't understand before, but now I do. Let's go home… Let's stay at home and never come out again for the rest of our lives…" Li Qianmei held Daoist Blue Dream's hand, feeling her father's warmth. She turned around, looked at Wang Lin, and a smile appeared on her face.

"Wang Lin, can you return the painting of the mountains, rivers, and lakes that you gave me back then…"

That painting was of "Forgetting Each Other in the Jianghu." Back then, she had eventually returned it to Wang Lin, choosing not to have it, but today, she wanted the painting back.

Wang Lin's heart was shaken. He looked at Li Qianmei, pain and struggle appearing in his eyes. His wife was Li Muwan, the woman who had accompanied him for only a few short years, yet after her death, she had accompanied him in his soul for two thousand years.

However, Li Qianmei was different from Mu Bingmei and Xi Zifeng; what she had given for Wang Lin was so, so much.

The ten years of smearing blood, those scenes of the past—how could Wang Lin forget? This woman's persistence, her devotion, and that bright smile and gaze… Wang Lin was not cold-hearted; how could he be indifferent?

"Return it to me, okay…" Li Qianmei bit her lip, her face pale, yet she still forced herself to keep smiling. She could only smile; she did not want to shed those endless tears in front of Wang Lin.

"Return that painting to me… Wang Lin, after Li Muwan wakes up, you must bring her to see me…"

Wang Lin stared blankly at Li Qianmei. His right hand trembled as he raised it, and with a wave, a Storage Rift appeared, from which a Scroll flew out.

Inside the Scroll were mountains, rivers, and lakes; it was "Forgetting Each Other in the Jianghu." This Scroll was held by Wang Lin, and he no longer had the easy-going nature he had when he first gave this painting away.

He could not do as he had back then and calmly give it to the woman before him.

Daoist Blue Dream watched this scene, the anger in his eyes turning into sorrow. He looked at Li Qianmei; he knew that his daughter had given up hope.

Given up hope.

Also watching this scene was Mu Bingmei, her feelings complex, unendurable emotions appearing in her eyes. She had no qualification to persuade him, even though she was Wang Ping's mother.

Watching the father of her child bidding farewell to another woman—such a thing caused a faint pain in Mu Bingmei's heart.

"Return it to me, then…" Li Qianmei, with a smile, walked in front of Wang Lin, looking deeply at his face. She raised her jade hand to tidy his clothes and hair. The tears hidden beneath that smile could no longer be held back and streamed down.

She gently hugged Wang Lin, her tears falling onto Wang Lin's clothes, soaking the white garment.

"If you didn't like me, why did you come to save me in the Cloud Sea… Wouldn't it have been better to let me die with expectations, remaining in your memory… Wang Lin, grace is not love…" Li Qianmei murmured in Wang Lin's ear. She left Wang Lin's embrace, grabbed the Scroll in Wang Lin's hand, and tried to pull it away to leave.

But her hand grasping the Scroll suddenly paused, because the Scroll was being held tightly by Wang Lin!

Wang Lin closed his eyes. The Scroll he held did not loosen in the slightest under Li Qianmei's tugging. Li Qianmei's face turned even paler. She looked back at Wang Lin and saw Wang Lin open his eyes.

"You no longer need this painting." Wang Lin's right hand squeezed, and the "Forgetting Each Other in the Jianghu" Scroll instantly collapsed, turning into fragments that dissipated in his hands, and in hers.

"From now on, you are my, Wang Lin's, woman!" Wang Lin looked down at Li Qianmei, speaking with firm, gentle words.

"Wan'er is my wife; after she wakes up, we will marry together…"

Li Qianmei froze there. After a long while, tears flowed once again, and she began to weep in Wang Lin's embrace.

Wang Lin held Li Qianmei. Since he had decided, he would not regret it. This was the first woman he had accepted in over two thousand years, other than Li Muwan. Her name was Li Qianmei!

"This fellow Daoist, I have three questions to ask; could you enlighten me…"

"When I leave, will you see me off…"

"If one day I die, will you still remember me…"

"Wang Lin, I can't hold on much longer; my blood is about to dry up. Will you wake up… I don't regret it."

"Wang Lin, you must wait for me. Wait for me to get the medicine and return. You will definitely wake up…"

Memories are like water in the palm of one's hand; although it flows down through the fingers, the warmth of the water will be remembered by the palm. On some day, when holding water once again, the palm will recall it, and the water will also remember that warmth from the palm.

While writing this chapter, I hesitated for a long time about whether to change the outline. In the end, I decided not to change it and to write according to the outline. Some will like it, and some will not. It's just that Er Gen is not cold-hearted; I really couldn't bear to see such a woman leave in sorrow, holding the Scroll after giving up hope.

This is the third update; there is still a fourth update. I am typing it now. Please give a monthly vote, and let me know if you hope for him to accept or not.

If there are not many monthly votes, it means most people do not like it, and then for this plot, I will have changes later on.