Why do I have so many masters?

The voice was doting and mellow.

"Don't worry."

"I'm here."

Two years later, the girl dressed in vigorous attire gently held Chuan Lian's palm, fingers intertwined, and said softly,

"Brother... I will stay with you..."

If you practice medicine, I will accompany you throughout the great rivers; if you wish to be a small-town doctor, that's fine too, I will retreat with you.

"Since you are gone, I will join you..."

In the soft voice, the legitimacy heir mental method from Pharmacist Valley within her began to accelerate gently, operating at high speed, causing her inner Qi and blood to rush through her viscera. An abnormal flush of crimson appeared on the girl's pale face.

...............

Chuan Lian didn't know where he was.

He felt he should be in a desert, or maybe on an ice field. The point wasn't the bitter cold or the scorching heat but that torturous pain that never ceased.

How long had it been?

He didn't know.

He just kept walking. He seemed to remember that before he had come to this place, he was treating two children.

Still missing a Hibiscus Leaf, a piece of Fire Refined Grass.

Having been here so long, are they still alright?

Is Junior Sister alright?

So tired... so wanting to sleep...

Belonging to Chuan Lian, his consciousness gradually faded away. He could have kept going, but just now, for some unknown reason, a pain far more terrifying than usual nearly drowned him instantly.

He was in the desert, or on the ice field.

But in this desert, it seemed branches and leaves had grown, and on the ice field bloomed a blood-red flower, its petals like veins, twining upward like sentient beings, slowly wrapping Chuan Lian's body within.

He actually felt an extreme sense of comfort, after enduring two years, or in his consciousness, twenty years of torment, even the slightest bit of comfort was enough to indulge anyone, never wishing to wake again.

And so those blood-red petals spread even more tenderly.

Slowly, they climbed over Chuan Lian's palm, coiled around his chest, and eventually covered his face gently, like the masked battle armor of ancient military generals, assembling piece by piece.

In Chuan Lian's clear eyes, rationale still struggled incessantly. He had persisted for two long years, never giving up, but at this moment, it ultimately began to fade, reflecting the color of the otherworldly flowers, staining it with a blood-red brilliance.

It's over...

Chuan Lian's consciousness world gradually collapsed; the parts that hadn't yet collapsed were rapidly overtaken by the sea of blood-red flowers, forming a picture unseen by any, a bizarre and coquettish interplay of black and red, this image settling into deathly silence.

But at this moment, suddenly a strong vibration sounded within this illusory world, causing the speed of spreading of the otherworldly flowers to hesitate slightly. Explore more stories at My Virtual Library Empire

The sound grew more and more urgent.

In Chuan Lian's eyes, the resolve that had never surrendered for a moment suddenly struggled fiercely again. Amidst the cross between illusion and reality, from another body, a heartbeat throbbed, its sound and rhythm transmitted through their tightly clenched hands.

The boy's heart, which had already ceased beating, suddenly throbbed faintly.

The congested medicinal power in the heart unknowingly consumed a trace.

Then another.

In the sea of consciousness, Chuan Lian's hand slowly lifted, seized the otherworldly flower that had spread to his face, clenched his fingers tight, and forcefully tore it down. His mouth and nose unobstructed, his breathing much clearer in an instant, Chuan Lian gasped frantically, his expression changing, his eyes brimming with light.

He remembered.

And at this time, the flowers of the other world in his consciousness rapidly assembled, forming a monstrous existence that blotted out the sky. Each petal was like a river of blood, flailing wildly before him.

Chuan Lian rose to his feet, stumbling forward. By nature cautious, even in Fufeng City when facing danger, his reaction wasn't as good as Meng Yuexue's. Now naturally startled, he couldn't help but retreat a step, but after just one step, he forcefully stopped himself.

Raising his right hand.

He could feel the heartbeat of Junior Sister, the fright and hesitation on his face disappearing, replaced by determination.

Chuan Lian's fingers slowly clenched as though he was also holding that hand.

Two years had passed,

and it was time to make an end.

For two years, the never-ending torment and the unwavering perseverance had reached their zenith at this moment, showcasing another side of a tenacious will. A light that Chuan Lian had never shown before shone in his eyes, bright and resolute.

This was the radiance of a true Martial Artist.

The blood of the Martial Artist was already boiling.

I must survive.

If you stand in my way, then you will be slaughtered without mercy!

Chuan Lian slowly bent forward and then suddenly charged at the other-shore flower that appeared like a monster, his form shifting like an enraged dragon.

"This is my body."

"Get out of here!"

............…

The outside world.

In Meng Yuexue's hand, Chuan Lian's fingers trembled slightly.

The girl's eyes widened slightly, and the Inner Strength that had already been reversing abruptly stopped. She held her breath and looked at the boy in front of her, who appeared as withered as dead wood.

It was uncertain how much time had passed, perhaps an hour, or maybe just a moment...

A heartbeat, as forceful as a drumbeat, resonated in the room.

Thump!

The sound of the heartbeat grew stronger and more frequent.

Chuan Lian's eyelids trembled slightly, and then under Meng Yuexue's incredulous gaze, he slowly opened his eyes. His eyes, unaccustomed to the bright light, saw the girl before him very clearly. The boy who had slept for two years looked at the familiar junior sister before him, appeared dazed, a familiar, awkward smile spreading across his face as if he was quite embarrassed.

He did not speak of the incessant agony he had endured over the two years.

He did not mention how, in the end, he had fought the other-shore flower like a madman, how he had been beaten until his whole body ached, nor did he mention lying on the icy plains, on the desert sand, on the brink of extinction. He simply smiled at the girl before him, his voice hoarse but carrying a feigned lightness, and said,

"I'm back..."

Meng Yuexue's eyes were already red with tears.

The sound of splashing.

The tightly closed wooden door was violently pushed open from outside, bringing in the slightly cold eastern wind. With an anxious look on his face, Li Lao San stepped in, calling out loudly,

"Miss Meng, people from the Academy say..."

His voice came to an abrupt halt.

Li Lao San's eyes nearly bulged out of their sockets, staring blankly at Meng Yuexue with her reddened eyes and the awakened Chuan Lian. After a moment, he suddenly chuckled awkwardly,

"Sorry, wrong door."

Apologizing, turning around, closing the door – all in one swift motion.

Outside the door.

With his back to the door, Li Lao San's mouth almost reached his ears; he reached for his coin purse, counted the coins, and, with a voice rough as a broken gong, shouted,

"Brothers, time to drink!"

"Hahaha, the old brother is happy today; come on down everyone!"

Inside the door.

Chuan Lian realized he was still holding the girl's hand, and somewhat embarrassed, he withdrew it, but Meng Yuexue grabbed it back. Her eyes were red, tears falling, yet she laughed out loud.

It was a sight Chuan Lian would never forget in this lifetime.

"Mm."

"Welcome back..."

PS:

The world is full of regrets and pain.

That's why I write martial arts, the fairy tales for grown-ups... ahem, this book is a bona fide science fiction, only the persistent can achieve their goals; my friends, I ask for your recommendation...

Thank you to Wuyou Zuisheng Jixiang for your generous gift, thank you to Fahai Leiyin for your generous gift, I am very grateful to both of you...