We Agreed On Experiencing Life, So Why Did You Immortals Become Real? Chapter 503: Xiao Mo! I... I Figured It Out!

“Feelings are not something you can force.”

Xiao Mo shook his head. His tone was calm and candid.

“Sister Liu Shui is indeed an excellent woman, and she has always taken care of me in daily life. It is just that I do not have any particular feelings toward Sister Liu Shui. From childhood until now, I have always regarded her as an older sister.”

“Only as an older sister...” Tushan Jingci’s long, curled lashes trembled softly, like the wings of a butterfly brushing past flowers, carrying something difficult to put into words.

“Yes.” Xiao Mo nodded. “That is why I told Sister Liu Shui exactly what was in my heart.”

He paused. A trace of guilt showed in his eyes.

“Seeing Sister Liu Shui look so heartbroken did make me blame myself somewhat. But there are some things that must be made clear. I could not speak ambiguously. Otherwise, that would instead be irresponsible toward Sister Liu Shui.”

“Xiao Mo...” Tushan Jingci gripped the hem of her skirt tightly. Her fingertips paled faintly from the force. Her voice was so soft it seemed afraid of startling something. “You said... toward Sister Liu Shui, you feel as you would toward an older girl from next door...”

She drew in a deep breath, then raised her head and looked straight at him.

“Then what about me?”

“Do you also only regard me as the Young Lady of the Tushan residence?”

“Young Lady... what are you...”

Xiao Mo was slightly startled. Before he could finish speaking, Tushan Jingci interrupted him.

“I...” Her voice trembled faintly, yet every word was exceptionally clear. “During the three years you were in seclusion, I thought about many things. Clan relations, the learning in books, cultivation, and so on...”

“There are many things I still have not thought through even now.”

She lowered her eyes, then slowly lifted them again. Those bewitching fox eyes looked straight at Xiao Mo, their rippling gaze almost seeming about to spill into water.

“But I do not care about those anymore. Because figuring out one thing is already enough...”

She pressed her lips together, as though gathering the last of her courage.

“Xiao Mo! I... I figured it out!”

The young woman’s voice was clear and firm, carrying every bit of feeling that had settled over three years, echoing softly through the bamboo courtyard.

“I... have fallen in love with you!”

......

In Cold Mountain City.

Two women in Daoist robes walked side by side down the street.

One was a mature beauty who looked roughly thirty years old, graceful in bearing and composed in manner.

The other was a peerless young woman in the prime of youth, bright-eyed and elegant in every movement.

In truth, they had intended to set out for Cold Mountain City two months earlier.

It was only because they had been delayed by matters along the way, and had also visited several old friends in passing, that they had arrived so late.

The young woman named Gui Junmeng followed beside her master, her clear eyes curiously taking in the streets on either side.

Though interest showed faintly in her eyes, she kept her emotions restrained extremely well. Every gesture was refined and graceful, without the slightest breach of propriety.

“Junmeng, what do you think of this city?” Daoist Yunxi turned her head and asked her disciple gently.

“Compared with other cities, this Cold Mountain City is indeed somewhat different,” Gui Junmeng said slowly, her voice clear and smooth as jade. “The demons here may still look down on humans in their hearts, but on the surface, they restrain themselves very well. There are even some demons who truly seem to hold no prejudice {N•o•v•e•l•i•g•h•t} toward humans at all.”

“Yes...” Daoist Yunxi nodded softly, her gaze falling to the roadside.

She bent down and reached out to help a human child who had fallen to the ground.

“Thank you, auntie.” The human child stood up and thanked her in a childish voice.

“You’re welcome.” Daoist Yunxi rubbed the child’s head, her tone gentle. “Be careful when you play. Do not hurt yourself.”

“Mm-hm.”

The human child nodded obediently, then turned and ran toward the demon playmates waiting not far away. The cluster of small figures soon ran off in a burst of laughter and noise.

Daoist Yunxi straightened and watched as the human and demon children laughed and ran side by side, disappearing around the corner of the street. The corners of her lips could not help curving slightly, and a warm smile rose in her eyes.

“Look.” Daoist Yunxi said softly. “Humans and demons can play together too. Who says they must fight to the death?”

Gui Junmeng followed her master’s gaze. She said quietly, her tone carrying a faint melancholy, “It is only that such things... are too few.”

“Yes. Too few.”

Daoist Yunxi sighed softly, then turned and continued forward.

“That is why we must do our best to make such things a little more common.”

She paused, turned her head, and smiled faintly at her disciple.

“Let us go. It is getting late. Perhaps we can still let you meet that fiancé before nightfall.”

Hearing her master mention the word “fiancé” again, even the usually quiet and steady Gui Junmeng could not help lowering her head. Two shy blushes quietly rose on her cheeks, and even the roots of her ears were tinged with a thin layer of pink.

The sky gradually dimmed. The sun had already set with the last thread of afterglow.

Daoist Yunxi led her disciple slowly into the academy.

When the scholars of Cold Mountain Academy saw the master and disciple, they all stopped in unspoken accord. Their gazes fell on the two of them and lingered for a long time.

They were amazed by their appearances, and also puzzled by how familiar the young woman looked.

“Is that not Young Lady Tushan? Who is the woman beside her? And... why does Young Lady Tushan have a waterfall of black hair?”

Doubt could not help rising in everyone’s hearts.

Some wanted to go forward and greet her, but the cool aura surrounding the young woman made them hesitate.

For a moment, everyone muttered inwardly—was the person before them Tushan Jingci or not?

By the time they came back to themselves, Yunxi and Gui Junmeng had already vanished from where they stood, as though the scene just now had been nothing more than an illusion.

Passing through layer after layer of bamboo forest, the farther Gui Junmeng walked, the faster her heart beat, and the stronger the nervousness in her heart became.

She had imagined this fiancé of hers countless times before.

She had imagined he might be only an ordinary man, plain and unremarkable.

She had imagined he might be a rough, brawny martial man, bold and unrestrained.

She had imagined he might be a slick-tongued streetwise youth from the marketplace.

But no matter what the other party was like, since the marriage contract had been set, then in Gui Junmeng’s heart, he was her destined husband.

She had long since prepared herself for that. No matter what that person was like, she was willing to accept him calmly.

Yet when she was truly about to meet him, Gui Junmeng suddenly discovered that all the mental preparation she had made did not seem nearly enough.

After the time it took an incense stick to burn, Daoist Yunxi stopped walking.

Gui Junmeng also lifted her head and looked past her master’s back toward the front.

In the bamboo courtyard ahead, figures were swaying.