Chapter 58: Xue Chen, You Came to Save Me!

“I…”

Ning Shengsheng didn’t know how to answer. Saying “I like you” upon first meeting was too advanced for her.

Yun Huaiyue took her hand.

“Let’s be friends!”

Oh…

So it was that kind of like. She wanted to be friends with her.

“Of course.” She turned around and rubbed her face, then turned back with a smile. “Miss Yun is very outgoing.”

Ning Shengsheng thought she was a social butterfly, but compared to Yun Huaiyue, she was far behind.

“No, I’m not~” Yun Huaiyue’s gaze lingered on her face. “I learned the art of face reading from my grandfather.”

“You are a good person, that’s why I took the initiative.”

Ning Shengsheng remembered that Yun Huaiyue’s grandfather was the former Master of the Hundred Herb Valley and currently the number one cultivator in the cultivation world. The current Valley Master was her mother.

The entire Hundred Herb Valley lived in seclusion among the mountains. The pill cultivators there mostly had straightforward personalities. Growing up in such an environment, Yun Huaiyue had a very simple mind.

And she had a benevolent heart that wanted to save the world.

Having a kind heart was good, but in the novel, Yun Huaiyue was too naive in the early stages, and her kindness was always exploited by others. She ended up doing a lot of muddled things.

Seeing her today, she was indeed someone whose thoughts were written all over her face.

Ning Shengsheng said earnestly, “When you’re out and about, Miss Yun, remember to keep your wits about you.”

“Huh? Even with you?”

Yun Huaiyue swung their held hands.

It was obvious she didn’t take her words to heart. Ning Shengsheng let out a helpless breath.

She decided to ignore it for now. Everyone had their own path to walk. It was enough that she gave a friendly reminder; she wouldn’t interfere too much.

“Are you here to find Lu Youxin?” she asked.

“That’s right!” Yun Huaiyue opened her storage pouch. “Here, Mother asked me to bring him some pills.”

Ning Shengsheng peered inside.

The pills in the storage pouch were piled up like a mountain. As expected of a pill cultivator, rich and imposing.

“No need to open it; you’re too honest.” Ning Shengsheng twitched her nose, smelling the waves of medicinal fragrance.

“This is nothing. Our Hundred Herb Valley has no shortage of pills. Even the big yellow dog guarding the gate gets to eat spirit pills.”

Yun Huaiyue tied up the storage pouch and spoke nonchalantly.

“This pouch is for you.”

Yun Huaiyue tossed her an apricot-colored storage pouch.

“Inside are things I refined when I had nothing to do.”

“Thank you, Sister-in… oh no, Miss Yun…” Ning Shengsheng’s eyes lit up.

Her future sister-in-law was so generous.

Then why were Yun Huaiyue and Princess Ning An so hostile toward each other in the original novel’s plot? Was it purely because she was jealous of Ning Xuan’s doting on his sister?

Ning Shengsheng shook her head to clear these thoughts. She rummaged through her own storage pouch.

She gave Yun Huaiyue a storage pouch filled with magical artifacts.

Just like that, the two established a preliminary friendship.

Before long, the illusion destabilized.

The two were thrown out by the illusion.

The young man’s hair ribbon swayed slightly, brushing past Ning Shengsheng’s nose. She looked up and saw Xue Chen standing in front of her, holding his sword.

“Xue Chen, you came to save me!”

At that moment, another voice spoke幽幽ly, “Your brother is here too. Why do you only have eyes for that brat?”

Ning Xuan stood by her side, holding his spear.

“Hehe…” Ning Shengsheng played dumb. To change the subject, she said pitifully, “Older Brother, this demonic cultivator wanted to drain my blood to resurrect an Elder of the Demon Realm!”

The Demon Realm High Priest: “……”

He looked up at the roof; there was a huge hole. The tomb had been blown to bits by these two people.

What was wrong with the new demonic cultivator? He told him to kidnap mortals, but he had a keen eye. Out of all the people, he kidnapped the Princess of Ning Country at a glance.

The probationary demonic cultivator was unreliable!

“Emperor of Ning, this seat did not know that the one my subordinate captured was your sister. Why don’t you take her and leave?”

“We’ll pretend nothing happened?”

The Demon Realm High Priest’s tone suggested he was barely keeping it together.

Ning Xuan: “Are you joking?”

“You people from the Demon Realm are truly interesting. Your subordinates are as stupid as pigs. Can Xing Wuzhou not recruit anyone else?”

First Gu Xuancang, and now these two characters before him.

The High Priest froze. It felt like he had been seen through with a single sentence.

Ning Shengsheng covered her eyes. She couldn’t bear to look. No wonder the Demon Realm belonged to Xue Chen in the later stages. Xue Chen took over nothing but messes.

“Then, Emperor of Ning, how can we resolve this matter?”

The small demonic cultivator curled into a ball, trembling.

“Hmph…” Ning Xuan swept his spear horizontally, cutting through the shadows. “By dying, of course.”

He turned abruptly and slammed the spear shaft down.

The demonic cultivator was pierced through the abdomen by the spear. Only the Demon Realm High Priest remained, looking at Ning Xuan with lingering fear.

And behind Ning Shengsheng, Yun Huaiyue looked at the young emperor’s arrogant and uninhibited back with burning eyes.

“Since the Emperor of Ning refuses to let this go, this seat will not be polite.” The Demon Realm High Priest raised his staff.

He uttered harsh words.

However, in the next second, he threw away his staff, turned, and fled.

Ning Shengsheng and the others were dumbfounded. Xue Chen, with quick eyes and hands, rushed forward and delivered a strike with his sword.

“Ah—”

The demonic creature turned into a pool of black water.

Ning Xuan looked at Xue Chen, admiration showing in his eyes.

“Older Brother, what should we do with that stone coffin?”

Xue Chen smiled, “We should take it back and give it to Ling Jue Shangren.”

Let him see what a big mess they helped the Qingling Sect clean up.

Ning Xuan: This kid really has a lot of schemes.

Ning Shengsheng didn’t think that much. She remembered she hadn’t introduced Yun Huaiyue behind her.

“This is Miss Yun, from the Hundred Herb Valley.”

Ning Xuan originally hadn’t looked up, but hearing the words “Hundred Herb Valley,” his gaze swept over Yun Huaiyue.

He saw her pair of affectionate eyes.

Ning Xuan’s hair stood on end. He rubbed his arm and asked unceremoniously, “You’re from the Hundred Herb Valley?”

Silence.

No one spoke.

Ning Shengsheng nudged Yun Huaiyue. “Miss Yun?”

“Ah, oh, I am from the Hundred Herb Valley. Why does the Emperor of Ning ask?” She smiled slightly, lowering her head shyly.

Ning Shengsheng saw this and knew what was coming.

The melodramatic romance between Yun Huaiyue and Ning Xuan in the original book had kicked off earlier than expected.

“I’ll find you later.” Ning Xuan raised his hand and stored the stone coffin into his storage ring. “Let’s return to the Qingling Sect first.”

There were four people on the return trip. Her brother generously took out his flying ship.

Yun Huaiyue followed Ning Xuan’s gaze the entire time, like a fangirl facing her idol.

Ning Xuan, a super straight male, couldn’t stand the scorching gaze and hid on Ning Shengsheng’s side.

When Yun Huaiyue chased after him, he pretended to go to the cabin.

Ning Shengsheng held her teacup and watched the show. He flees, she chases; he can’t escape even with wings.

“Are you hurt?”

The young man asked in a clear voice.

“No.” Ning Shengsheng shook her head. She grabbed Xue Chen’s sleeve and made him sit next to her.

“I’m a little tired…”

Shortly after Xue Chen sat down, the girl leaned on his shoulder and fell asleep. From his angle, he could see her curled, trembling eyelashes.

Her upturned nose.

And those lips that always spoke words that made one laugh or cry.

His gaze swept over her skirt, which was stained with a lot of blood. The moment she was thrown into the blood pool…

Was she scared?

Xue Chen didn’t know why, but thinking of that, his heart suddenly felt sour and astringent.

Sleep, Ning Shengsheng…

When you’re asleep, you are just yourself…