Insanely Pampered Wife: Divine Doctor Fifth Young Miss Chapter 2310 - Side Story（6）Xuan Qiu He

The moment I first encountered her, I sensed her beauty immediately.

Though I couldn't see her then, her voice convinced me utterly. That voice brought comfort, much like her pure soul, pulling me irresistibly closer to her.

Back in the Alchemist Guild's medicine garden, they'd called me after thieves stole some herbs to erect a barrier. Once I set it up, I drew in the heaven and earth's spiritual energy inside. Upon awakening, I detected someone crossing through my barrier.

I had the power to block her, yet I chose not to. Curiosity burned: how did she breach my barrier? Why did she stride in so boldly, without the slightest shame of a thief?

She headed straight for the spot where the Bodhi mushroom had been stolen, crouched down, and dug around briefly until she unearthed the Bodhi Mushroom.

The Bodhi Mushroom stands out uniquely; even boxed up, its aura lingers detectably. Lately, everyone scoured everywhere for it in vain. Who'd guess they'd stashed it right here? The original aura masked it perfectly—no one suspected.

After snatching the Bodhi Mushroom, the little one noticed soil blanketing a nearby herb. She brushed it off gently and caressed the leaves with care.

Truly, she cherishes all life. In her gaze, these aren't mere herbs—they pulse with their own vitality.

Unable to hold back, I spoke up: “That’s the place where the Bodhi Mushroom was once grown.”

She startled briefly, then met my eyes steadily. My words didn't scare her; caught red-handed, she showed no embarrassment or panic.

“Who are you? When did you come?” She turned the question on me.

Her voice rang so pleasantly, filling me with ease.

I explained I'd been there the whole time, signaling no harm intended, and shared my name. Learning of my blindness and immobility, sympathy crept into her tone unbidden.

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We talked briefly before she departed. Soon after, word of her scarlet bee reached me. I sought her aid, and she agreed without hesitation. She wondered if it was hush money, but I framed it as a friend's plea.

Indeed, I yearned to be her friend.

At the start, friendship was all I sought.

Yet with repeated meetings—in the Immortal Land, the ancient mines—time spent together deepened her hold on my heart. When she offered to heal me, estimating five years, I accepted eagerly.

No one grasps the turmoil of those five years. More than anything, I craved sight—not for the world, but solely for her.

During her visit to my family for the healing, I overheard her father's clan pressuring her into marriage with me. Truthfully, that news sparked my life's greatest joy, surpassing even my Dao realization in the Immortal Land.

The mere idea of marrying her thrilled me. But she rejected it outright. Her firm stance dashed hopes of ever claiming her heart as more than a friend.

I'm her friend—that's my limit. No more can be demanded. Thus, I act solely as one.

I fetched her the divine medicine, earning Father's punishment. It mattered little if she found joy.

Still, my heart ached, pierced like by endless needles.

Stay honest and open-hearted; cling to your true path.

This Dao dawned in the Immortal Land. Golden script rooted in me, boosting cultivation—yet I'd strayed. Less magnanimous now, original intent faded; greed for more took hold.

Before acting on it, I witnessed her explode and perish before me.

Her body shattered into fragments. Stunned, I refused to accept the sight.

How? She couldn't die—someone like her, impossible!

My heart churned wildly, aura in chaos; spitting blocked blood eased it somewhat. But self-care fled—I lunged toward her, only held back by those nearby.

Thankfully, Wu Lingyu arrived then. I'd loathed him before, but gratitude flooded me now.

He reversed time, restoring her body pre-explosion, yet life slipped away. Feng clan's Patriarch and Yin Lin intervened to save her.

Later at Sima's house, I found her lifeless in the secret chamber—soul trapped in Ghost Realm, unable to rouse.

I despise myself, Little Sprite. Had I been stronger, overpowered Sage Pavilion's Master, she'd not suffer this from faith power's backlash.

“Crave more power? Grow strong, rescue her. You don't wish her lingering as a living corpse forever, right?” The sealed voice within murmured.

I barely recall my words, but I consented, shattering the frail seal, welcoming it into me.

It dominated my body much later. Then I learned: black-robed fiends ravaging the Continent orchestrated my family's schemes.

Using my form to harm her—my gravest error ever.

Yet ensuing events proved it my greatest fortune.

With it inside, I felt her thoughts, sharing Emperor Qing Dao's aura. Heavenly Dao deemed us one; as she unlocked Chaos World, targeted by it, I slipped beside her, shoved her free, took her place—bearing Heavenly Dao's lock.

Joy surged: at her life's brink, she knew me, called 'He'. She recognized my reclaimed control. I smiled, thrust her out, expended all power in her stead.

She'd sketched the passage's frame. Monster power fully tore it open, stabilized it. I watched my body fade, heard her cry my name, saw tears and grief.

You're alive—that suffices.

But farewell...

Consciousness dissolved; death-like, yet not, adrift in whiteness till identity, memories, self blurred away.

Warm tears splashed my palm; after endless drift, my heart stirred faintly. Eyes opening, a weeping face appeared.

“Why the tears?” I asked her.

“Not sure. Seeing you just makes me cry. Little Sprite, what's your name?”

Little Sprite? Me? Ah, that's who I am.

I shook my head: “Name? What's yours?”

“I'm He Xi,” she replied. “You'll be He, okay?”

He felt warm, familiar, yet I probed: “Why?”

“He Xi for me, He for you—means you're mine.” She beamed.

Her radiant smile swayed me; I nodded. “Okay.”

Forget who I was. If she claims me, I'm hers—beats that endless white void.

Her joy widened, warming my heart too. Something had lacked there; her smile filled it anew.