Chapter 343

When he saw Shen Yunya like this, Xi Jin immediately stepped forward to scoop her up and cradle her in his arms. He looked at the high priest and steadily commanded, “Something like this cannot ever be allowed to happen again.”

“Brother Jin, put me down. There’s only a little bit more to go now, and we cannot give up.” Shen Yunya struggled, but because her body was so weak, she could not break free and struggled to breathe.

“Ya’er, I know everything now.”

Shen Yunya froze. She looked up with eyes full of shock and fear and whispered, “Brother Jin.”

“It was all my wishful thinking. Something as bizarre as soul rebirth...how can it possibly be real?” Xi Jin chuckled bitterly. With Shen Yunya in his arms, he hopped onto Little Qing’s back and said, “I have read Dai’er’s letter and will honor her last words. I will marry you and love you as I loved her. Unless you are unwilling.”

“I am willing! How could I be unwilling? But sister...” Before she could finish speaking, Shen Yunya grew tired and panted, and her face paled. For a moment, she could not catch her breath.

“Since you are agreeable, then it is decided,” Xi Jin said and hugged Shen Yunya tightly. However, his voice was full of desolation. Since Dai’er had threatened him like that, how could he disagree? How could he bear never seeing Dai’er again for all eternity?

“However...” Xi Jin began then paused for a second. “Ya’er, please give me one year. I cannot marry someone else before Dai’ers body turns cold in her grave. After one year has passed, I will honor your sister’s wishes and marry you!”

“Jin...” Shen Yunya could not catch her breath and passed out. However, it was hard to tell if it was real or just an act.

Looking at Shen Yunya, who was now deep in slumber, Xi Jin’s heart went numb from the pain. Before Dai’er had passed away, she had been worried the most about the Shen family, Ya’er, and her beloved Jiang Ying. While she was alive, he had been unable to do anything. Although it was not really necessary for him to act now that she had passed away, he would nevertheless honor her last words in the hopes that she could rest in peace. Perhaps then, one day, they would share another lifetime together.

The high priest sat before the table. His hands cradled the crimson red crystal ball as he looked at the image of Feng Tianlan reflected in it. Stretching out his hands to stroke that delicate and alluring face, which was more beautiful than Shen Yunya’s, his elusive voice was tinged with coldness as he said, “Finally, I’ve been waiting for you.”

Meanwhile, in the Misty Forest, after the vines had attacked that day, everything was peaceful. Liu Li followed her intuition concerning the whereabouts of the Spiritual Grass and headed north.

When they arrived in the north, mountains surrounded them on all four sides. Liu Li turned around, faced the highest peak, and declared, “Master, I sense the location of the Spiritual Grass.”

Feng Tianlan raised her gaze to look. The mountaintop was covered in thick fog, and one could only vaguely make out the hillside and summit. This mountain was at least three-thousand feet above sea level.

Without saying anything further, they headed for the peak and encountered someone unexpected at the base of the mountain.

“You...” Seeing Feng Tianlan, Tu Xiupei experienced a moment of shock before greeting her with a smile. “Sister, it has been a long time. How are Father and Mother? Are they well?”

Feng Tianlan was indeed lucky. Even after everything that had happened, she still refused to die. Thank goodness Tu Xiupei had been careful and hadn’t gone to check on Tianlan’s corpse and gloat. Otherwise, she would have been caught red-handed and accused of attempted murder.

Qi Shujie looked at Feng Tianlan with surprise as well. Then, he moved in front of Tu Xiupei to protect her and challenged, “So, you want the Spiritual Grass? I will never let you succeed. Wish to enter the Flying Frost Pavilion? Don’t even think about it.”

Feng Tianlan looked at Qi Shujie with disdain and chuckled. If not for the Shang family matter, she honestly would have no interest in Feishuang Pavilion.

Seeing Feng Tianlan’s condescending look, Qi Shujie gritted his teeth in anger and growled, “The more despicable the person, the longer his life.”

To everyone’s surprise, even that meticulously planned assassination attempt had not managed to kill her.