Chapter 243

Chapter 243: Those Trying to Get Back Her Feelings

The other three left quickly as well. With Master Ling Xiao’s limits gone, they could finally act to help Shen Sang Ruo recover her feelings.

Feng He Yun hurried to the brewery and went straight to the spot where he remembered leaving that jar of Mulberry Wine.

But even after turning the area upside down, he still could not find the jar that held Shen Sang Ruo’s feelings for him.

He panicked and cried out: “Why isn’t it here? I clearly left it here!” He started searching through the entire brewery.

The sharp sound of jars shattering rang out. Wine spilled everywhere, and the rich smell spread through the whole place.

Feng He Yun, who always loved wine more than anything, acted like he did not even see it. His hands only grew more violent.

After who knew how many broken jars, he finally found it in a corner. Someone had set the jar carefully on a rack and covered it with a cloth, and thick dust had settled on top.

Feng He Yun froze. His eyes trembled, and for a long time he could not move.

He remembered how, each time he carelessly locked Shen Sang Ruo inside the brewery, he would come back the next morning and see her curled up small in this very corner.

When she saw him, she would lift her head and look at him with red, aggrieved eyes.

The jar of Mulberry Wine he had dug out and tossed aside had been brought here by her and kept safe with great care. It had accompanied her through every night she was forgotten in the brewery.

She had waited for her Senior Brother to remember her and come let her out.

He did not dare imagine how sad she had been.

Endless guilt tightened around his heart and throat like a chain, making it ache and making it hard to breathe.

Back then, she must have still remembered their promise to taste this wine together.

But why did he forget? He forgot she was still in the brewery, forgot their promise, forgot everything.

Feng He Yun finally realized how awful his old self had been.

When he dragged himself up out of that pain, his face was twisted and covered in tears.

He hurried to wipe them away, then reached out with shaking hands to pick up the jar.

[It’s okay. I remember now. She will remember soon too. It’s okay.]

But the next second, he lifted the strangely light jar, and his expression changed at once.

The tight string in his heart snapped. Startled, he let go.

The crash of the jar shattering was so loud that his eardrums seemed to sting.

The shards lay empty. Not a drop of Mulberry Wine remained.

Whether it had spilled by accident or been poured out by Shen Sang Ruo, the jar had been empty for a long time.

In the end, he had come too late.

Feng He Yun stared wide-eyed and let out a wail of despair. He dropped to his knees and clawed through the shards like a madman.

The pieces cut his fingers and stained the fragments red, but he did not stop. He kept muttering: “Where’s the wine? Where’s the wine?”

Without the Mulberry Wine, how could he get back Shen Sang Ruo’s feelings? In a heartbeat, his hope fell into a pit of despair.

Over there, Lu Shi Qing and Luo Chu were not doing any better.

Lu Shi Qing found the Seven-colored Butterfly he had crushed under his own foot in Shen Sang Ruo’s old cave abode.

Its wings, once covered with bright scales, had been broken by violence and were now a dull, twisted clump. Its former beauty was gone.

He reached out, trying to fix it little by little, but the Seven-colored Butterfly was far too fragile, especially after such damage.

No matter how gentle he was, the moment his fingertips touched it, its shape grew even worse. After several attempts, all he did was break it further.

Breathing hard and out of ideas, Lu Shi Qing slammed a fist into the table. The Seven-colored Butterfly on it trembled slightly.

Yes, now it was even more broken.

Anger spread through him. The bitter joke was that he had been the one to crush it, and now he had nowhere to vent his rage.

He could not even empathize with his past self. [I want to go back and kill the me who did this.]

Lu Shi Qing clenched his hand tighter and tighter, then smashed his fist into the very leg that had stepped on the butterfly.

The snap of a cracking bone was loud in the quiet cave.

He grunted, seemed a bit calmer, and, face blank, went back to piecing together the Seven-colored Butterfly.

As for Luo Chu, he left the Flying Cloud Sect and rushed to Floating Light City. He would get two tickets at any cost.

On the main peak, Wen Xuan took a deep breath to steady his emotions and walked into Bai Mu Mu’s room.

Bai Mu Mu sensed someone enter. With her strength down to the Qi Training stage and her System not yet fully repaired, she did not know who it was.

She thought it might be Shen Dao Chen or Master Ling Xiao. Neither had visited in a long time. At once she put on her usual timid, pitiful act.

She clutched her chest and sat up weakly, only to see that the one who had come was Wen Xuan.

Her expression twisted for a moment. When it smoothed out, the mask was gone, and her true face showed.

She leaned against the bed and asked with a thin smile that made one uneasy: “Second Senior Brother, what brings you to me today?”

Wen Xuan held out his hand and said coolly: “Access Jade Token.”

Facing Bai Mu Mu now, his tone was only cold.

She gave a soft laugh and said: “You already betrayed me. Do you think I would still hand the Access Jade Token to you?”

Then she dropped his title and called him by name with open scorn: “Wen Xuan, you really are foolish.”

She added, voice light but mocking: “If you had just listened to me at the Sect Grand Tournament, the Access Jade Token would be in your hand right now.”

“But you had to jump out and testify for Shen Sang Ruo. So what did that get you? You insisted I carried a Malevolent Spirit. Did Father or Master believe you? In the end you only got yourself hurt.”

The mockery on Bai Mu Mu’s face was plain.

Wen Xuan gritted his teeth and said: “The Flying Cloud Sect is one of the Orthodox Sects. I will never do anything for someone tainted by a Malevolent Spirit!”

She looked at him as if she had heard the funniest joke and asked softly: “Really?”

Meeting that gaze, which seemed to see through everything, Wen Xuan’s face grew ugly.

He kept shouting about Orthodox Sects, but not long ago he had made a deal with a Heretic Cultivator, the Cloudwatch Pavilion Master.

Only he, Feng He Yun, and one other knew this. It was a secret they would carry to the grave. They would never admit it.

That was why Bai Mu Mu had struck straight at them. She knew they would keep silent.

He forced his emotions back down and said to Bai Mu Mu: “No matter what, I will take the Access Jade Token today.”

Then his eyes turned hard. Spiritual Power gathered in his hand as he struck straight at Bai Mu Mu.

With her at the Qi Training stage, Bai Mu Mu could not resist the attack of someone at Late Golden Core.

He was a medical cultivator. With ease, he pressed several of Bai Mu Mu’s acupoints and locked her in place.