Volume Three: The Unfettered Path Chapter 103

When Jin Li awoke, she had no idea how much time had passed. The first thing that greeted her eyes was an impossibly clear blue sky, cloudless and vast, like a flawless sapphire.

She pressed her forehead, struggling to sit up, only to discover her arm was wrapped in bandages.

“Jin,” came a young voice.

At the sound, she lifted her gaze and saw a young man whose eyes lit up with joy upon seeing her awake. He hurriedly set down what he was holding and ran toward her.

Behind him, the rosy glow of dawn stretched across the sky, and peach blossoms bloomed brilliantly.

She lay on a bed woven from vines, feeling the delicate tendrils beneath her. A fresh flow of spiritual energy coursed through them. What was going on? Where was she? Weren’t they in Peach Blossom Village? She was injured, yet this place felt different. What had become of the village?

“Jin, do you feel better? Do your eyes still hurt?” the young man asked.

Listening to his voice, she raised a hand to touch her eyes and then shook her head. “I’m fine now.”

His eyes brimmed with endless worry. His face was pale, faint red veins visible in his eyes, as if he hadn’t rested well. Jin Li gently stroked his cheek and softly asked, “Haven’t you been resting well these past few days? You look more haggard than I do.”

Geng Yuan smiled. “No, I’m fine. Does your body still ache?”

“No, not anymore.”

Watching the young man’s steady demeanor, she suddenly laughed. “Silly boy.”

Geng Yuan helped Jin Li out for a walk, but the changes before them were far beyond what they expected.

The once barren land was now covered with countless peach blossoms. Even the withered trees were blooming with rosy clouds of flowers. As far as the eye could see, the mountains were draped in peach blossoms, like clouds gathered in swirling masses.

A gentle breeze stirred the petals, scattering them like rain. In the wind, she felt as if the peach blossoms were dancing, giving the breeze a tangible form.

“The peach blossoms face the vast sky, their brilliance radiant and vivid,” she murmured.

Jin Li asked in surprise, “Is this really Peach Blossom Village?”

The young man nodded gently, his eyes tender as he looked at her and spoke softly, “Because you purified the Peach Blossom Spirit, its power spread throughout the mountains. Many dead peach trees have been reborn.”

The goddess had redeemed all living things.

“And the Peach Blossom Spirit?”

“She will likely reincarnate, enduring countless trials in the underworld to atone for the sins she committed.”

“I see.”

Jin Li nestled quietly in the young man’s warm embrace, gazing at the distant rosy clouds. Was this truly the end? He lightly brushed her hair and said gently, “Would you like to sleep a little more? Dinner will be ready soon.”

The girl’s voice was languid and sweet as she laughed, turning to wrap her arms around his neck. “What did you make tonight?”

The young man smiled, his almond-shaped eyes curving at the corners. “All your favorites. Want to sleep a bit more? When it’s ready, I’ll call you.”

She shook her head, lifted her chin, stood on tiptoe, and softly kissed the corner of his mouth. His eyes widened in surprise, then melted into joy. He withdrew his hand and whispered, “Not sleeping anymore?”

Jin Li shook her head, gazing at him with such earnestness that it turned his face a deep shade of red.

“Geng Yuan, I dreamed of you.”

“What did you see in your dream?”

“I saw you standing beneath a pear tree, pear blossoms falling like rain, landing on your shoulders and in your hair. You raised your hand to gently catch the petals.”

He laughed. “And what were you doing?”

“I stood on the steps watching you, watching the smile on your lips and the warmth in your eyes... and the way you looked at me in that moment.”

Geng Yuan tightened his hold on her hands.

Jin Li sat in the pavilion, the scent of food drifting from the small kitchen. The young man was skilled and quick; within half an hour, he had prepared four dishes and a soup.

Her eyes sparkled as she praised him, “Geng Yuan, you’re amazing! So fast, and it smells wonderful.”

He ladled soup for her. “This is crucian carp tofu soup. Try it—what do you think?”

Eagerly, Jin Li took the bowl, blew on it, and sipped. “Delicious!”

The young man was equally at ease in the kitchen and the hall.

“Geng Yuan, you’re incredible.”

He smiled as he served her, “Here’s your favorite—chicken wings and shrimp stew.”

She took a bite and nodded, “Just like I remember. How did you know I loved this?”

His hand paused midair before he covered it up, “I guessed.”

Jin Li smiled, unaware how long this moment had been awaited by the young man before her. Seeing her delighted to dine with him and praise his cooking brought memories flooding back to happier times.

“Geng Yuan? Geng Yuan?”

“Yes?”

“What are you daydreaming about?”

“Nothing.”

“Next time, teach me how to make this. It’s so good.”

Geng Yuan glanced at the dish she mentioned, recalling her first attempt at cooking had nearly blown up the kitchen.

He looked embarrassed. “You don’t have to learn. I’ll make it for you.”

“What if we’re not together someday and I want it?”

“That won’t happen.”

“Won’t happen?”

“We won’t be apart.”

Jin Li looked up at him. His eyes were sincere, shining like scattered stars in the dark.

She smiled. “Alright. Then you have to make delicious food for me forever.”

“I promise.”

After dinner, they tidied up together. Though mostly Geng Yuan did the cleaning, it seemed he never expected Jin Li to do such simple chores, and she was content with that.

Full and content, Jin Li received a letter from Qi Sui.

It spoke of a mysterious figure in the western wilderness who had seen Tu Shan Yan.

This person always disguised himself as a Taoist priest.

Upon reading this, Jin Li rose to leave. Geng Yuan quickly grabbed her arm. “Jin, where are you going?”

“That Taoist has seen Emperor Yao Cen. I need to find him.”

Geng Yuan put down what he was holding and followed her, “Don’t rush. He should still be in the village.”

Jin Li said nothing, intent on finding the Taoist to get answers.

As they entered the village, they encountered Li Duan. “Greetings, young masters.”

“Brother Li, where is Taoist Zhang?”

“Master Zhang said he exhausted his spiritual energy today and went to rest early.”

Geng Yuan nodded and led Jin Li to the Taoist’s residence, a quiet and somewhat secluded farmhouse. Jin Li followed closely behind. Geng Yuan raised his hand to knock but saw the door slightly ajar.

“How come the door isn’t closed?”

They entered one after the other. As Jin Li reached out to knock on the nearly open door, a strong stench of blood wafted out. Alarm bells rang in her mind. She pushed the door open abruptly.

Inside the pitch-black room, a shadow burst through the window with a loud bang. Jin Li shouted angrily, “Who’s there?”

With a flick of her fingers, a swift immortal technique hit the figure, who groaned and fell outside.

Jin Li motioned for Geng Yuan to check. He nodded.

She stepped into the room, the blood scent emanating from the bed.

The air was thick with metallic, pungent blood.

She spread her hands, and the candle flames suddenly blazed, illuminating the entire room.

Approaching the bed, she was horrified by what she saw.

Meanwhile, Geng Yuan chased the shadow to the mountain pass. Moonlight filtered through the scattered peach blossoms at their feet. The figure, facing away, panted heavily, clearly gravely injured.

“Stop running. Tell me who you are and why you’re here.”

The figure wore a heavy cloak. Slowly turning, he threw back the cloak, revealing his face.

Geng Yuan's expression changed from cold indifference to shock.

It was Nan Shuang! How could it be Nan Shuang?

Nan Shuang raised twin curved blades, her expression icy, eyes burning as she stared at Geng Yuan.

He withdrew his gathered spell from his palm and quietly said, “Go. And don’t touch her.”

Nan Shuang hesitated, confused, then slowly retreated and vanished into smoke.

Why was Nan Shuang here? Shouldn’t she be in the South Sea?

When Geng Yuan returned, he found Jin Li standing with her arms crossed, staring intently at the corpse on the bed.

She was so focused she hadn’t noticed his return.

He approached and examined the Taoist’s body: bruised and swollen, blood vessels burst, eyes bleeding from all orifices, body twisted unnaturally. His hands seemed to be pushing against something, yet his feet were turned inward. The hands were rigid, blood leaking from the ruptured vessels, soaking the bed beneath him. Though dead, the blood was warm.

He looked terrified, as if he had exploded from within or had been poisoned by some curse, dying cold and alone.

“Jin, the person ran off. The trail is soaked with his blood. He won’t last long.”

Jin Li crouched, studying the Taoist’s expression without turning her head. “If we didn’t catch him, so be it. Do we know if he was human or some evil spirit?”

“That blood doesn’t look mortal.”

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