Chapter One Hundred and Seventeen: Past Karma

Junfeng looked at the person lying peacefully on the grass mat, his heart sinking as he turned his eyes, resembling copper bells, towards Yunsu.

Without her saying a word, he already knew. She wanted him to revive Qingwu.

Junfeng shook his head helplessly. He... was powerless.

Yunsu visibly showed some disappointment but gritted her teeth and nodded. After that, she had no more words, staying silent and motionless there for three days and three nights.

Suddenly, a strong gust of wind arose, extinguishing the flickering candlelight, and yellow paper money floated through the air.

Yunsu felt a chill down her spine, turned to look outside, and saw vague figures of black and white moving. She rubbed her eyes and looked again, but there were only drifting yellow paper pieces.

Feeling a bit distracted, Yunsu was about to get up to check when suddenly her neck tightened, as if being forcefully pulled, and her whole body hung in the air...

She seemed to have had a very long dream. In the dream, she was besieged by celestial soldiers, but with just a slight movement of her finger, those celestial soldiers fell to the ground. She smiled and decided to head straight for the person in the golden dragon robe on the high platform.

But then, a flash of golden light, and a monk in golden robes appeared before her.

The scene changed, and she seemed to have become a demon king, blocking the path of a young monk with a group of henchmen, teasing, "Little monk, you're quite good-looking."

Later, she fell in love with the monk, knowing that humans and demons had different paths. She gave up all her cultivation for him. Joyfully, she returned to find him, but he... was gone. She asked the little demons in the mountains, and they told her that the monk had ascended to immortality.

She didn't believe it. She waited for him in the dilapidated temple where he used to live for a long time, really... a long time.

After he left, he never appeared again.

Until one day, she saved a young lord in the forest. The lord wore a golden helmet and silver armor, looking like a general. The general was seriously injured, and she healed him, brewed medicine for him. In less than ten days, the general's injuries were almost healed.

Before leaving, the general asked, "What's your name, miss?"

She shook her head in silence.

The general asked again, "Can I call you Nian? Ah Nian!"

She shook her head again and casually replied, "Whatever!"

But the general was delighted and exclaimed, "Ah Nian, wait for me. After I report to the holy sect, I'll come back to marry you."

He left on horseback, and she thought he wouldn't come back again, but three years later, he came to propose to her with all the proper ceremonies.

She thought it was just the frivolity of a young man and treated her marriage as a joke, paying no attention to it. But she didn't expect him to be so stubborn, waiting for her every day with red makeup outside her door.

The last time he came alone, he wore a red robe and a golden crown, and handed her a square covered with red silk. He smiled awkwardly and said, "I thought perhaps you have someone in mind. Otherwise, why would you reject all my advances? I've decided. I won't bother you anymore in the future. It's not admitting defeat, just wanting to leave this choice to you."

"If you figure it out, come find me. I've been waiting for you. You don't even know my name yet, do you? My name is Moyunfei, Yun from the sky, and Fei from the flying snow."

Before leaving, he handed her a glass ball, saying it was a family heirloom that his parents decided to leave to his future daughter-in-law. But in his eyes, he had already chosen her and wanted to personally hand it to her.

Before she could refuse, he ran off.

She thought that would be the last time she would see this young man.

Until sixty years later, on a snowy night, an old man with white hair lay under the wutong tree at the door, his face pale, his eyes closed tightly. That night, he fell asleep forever, covered inch by inch by white snow until he was submerged.