Chapter 102: Compared to Them, I Am Plain and Unremarkable

Staring at line after line of eye‑piercing red characters, you feel sorrow rise from within.

Even when trapped in the Forbidden Zone, with spiritual energy exhausted, at the moment you shed demonic essence and Transform to Mortal, you had never been so devastated.

The experience of Mortal Dust in the Forbidden Zone also seems to be a punishment from the Heavenly Dao.

Having endured all that, you finally perceive the seven emotions and six desires with such clarity, and you finally understand the preciousness of the person before you.

You have seen countless living beings, and never has anyone treated another being as the whole of their own life.

Only Xiao Ya Huan sees you as everything.

She regards you as everything, yet she herself is only a passerby in your life.

Her love for you is twisted, not a single ounce of equality; you stand high above, towering over her, perhaps that is why she sees you as everything.

It is very unfair to her, but she silently endures it all.

She celebrates for you, mourns for you, hopes for your return, departs bearing unseen regrets; your fleeting years become the entire course of her life.

At this moment, a seed is deeply buried in the depths of your heart.

Xiao Ya Huan's death makes you discard your prejudice against Mortal Dust.

Perhaps Xiao Ya Huan will be reborn among Mortal Dust; you feel guilty toward her, ashamed to meet her again, and only wish that her future may be safe and joyful, that she may become a free person.

You wonder what you should do for her!

Next to a small earth mound, a tree branch is rooted in the soil, but it exudes dead, stagnant energy.

You approach the branch, and out of the corner of your eye you spot the other side of a wooden plaque, which surprisingly is filled with rambling writing.

You stare intently, and she says:

"Hehe, seeing my message, Young Master, are you crying? I bet you are; if you aren't sad at all, I'd really be angry."

"This tree is planted by me, okay? It's a rootless tree."

"If one day a Xique comes to my grave and the rootless tree sprouts Lü Ya, it will mean I have been reborn as well."

"Although Young Master is aloof, if there truly is a next life I would still be willing to be with Young Master."

"I hope that in the next life Immortal and mortal are distinct; waiting without result truly makes one suffer."

"Let's go! Goodbye!"

The plaque's words on the other side strive to seem cheerful and carefree, but they only make your heart grow heavier and sadder.

You can hardly imagine the condition Xiao Ya Huan was in when she wrote these words.

You sat before the grave for a long while.

Day after day, your mind remains a blank.

Three months later, you sealed that region and departed with heavy steps.

You prepare to leave the Blood-Painted Star Domain.

The Clan Elder found you, saying that now the great powers within the clan are attempting to forge a new path, and the Blood Demon Clan will continue to dominate the New World.

You furrowed your brows, and the image of that little figure enveloped in holy light flickering in your mind makes you despise all that has passed.

You tell the Clan Elder that you are preparing to go out for trials.

In the end you still left the Blood-Painted Star Domain; you feel this place no longer suits you, and you oddly find yourself somewhat enamored with Mortal Dust.

Perhaps it is because of the new birth of heaven and earth, or perhaps you simply want to see Xiao Ya Huan again.

You once again arrive amid Baixiang Divine Land and Mortal Dust.

The newly reborn you no longer carries demonic aura, and is indistinguishable from a normal Human Race.

Your expression is dazed, your gaze threads through the crowd, as if every mortal woman's silhouette is Xiao Ya Huan.

Lin Chuan's primary consciousness is bewildered.

Good fellow!

Not treasuring the time, and now you begin to reenact the chase‑wife‑to‑the‑cremation‑ground drama?

People! You never know whether an accident or tomorrow arrives first.

…

Another room in the small courtyard.

Lü Ya, awakened from the dream, sits dazed on the bed, her cheeks covered with tear marks.

"Is it over?"

"Ah! So annoying!"

"In the end, we never even had one time with the Young Master."

The dream scene was so vivid; after the Young Master entered seclusion, the dream world underwent massive upheaval, earth shaking and mountains trembling.

Then she saw the Young Master fly out of the cave, heading toward the distance, vanishing into the Horizon.

In the dream she spun anxiously in circles, yet could do nothing.

She gazes into the distance, like a husband‑watching stone awaiting the Young Master's return, yet receives nothing, only endless anguish.

Until she realizes the Young Master will never return.

The longevity pill also lost its effect after that massive heavenly‑earth upheaval; she knows she has reached the end and chooses to bury herself.

In the dream she passes away in regret.

Lü Ya senses that undergoing a similar dream again will be extremely difficult.

The sensations in the dream were so real; everything about being with the Young Master made her extremely happy, an unprecedentedly pleasant time.

Although the dream Young Master is not as easygoing and gentle as the real Young Master, she can still cross boundaries and do things together.

"My head hurts."

Just as she thinks, Lü Ya feels a stabbing pain in her mind, as if something keeps drilling into her head.

The scenes she experienced in the dream become increasingly clear.

It gave her a false impression that everything in the dream seemed as if it had already happened, having occurred long, long ago.

It was only once forgotten, now remembered again.

"Could a person truly have a Past Life and this life?"

Lü Ya felt her heart pounding.

"If in my Past Life I truly did that thing with the young master, served him for a lifetime, and now we are together again, both as master and servant,"

"does that mean the wish I made in my Past Life has been fulfilled?"

"Then could I be with the young master again…"

Lü Ya's thoughts grew increasingly bold.

"No, no."

She quickly dismissed the ever‑bolder notion.

Reality is not like the dream.

Even though the young master in the dream was aloof, he had only her by his side, and only through her proactive advances could she gradually develop affection for the young master.

It could even be said that the young master in the dream grew up in that oppressive Darkness, a environment full of slaughter, and knew nothing of emotions; it was she who taught the young master love and feeling.

But in reality the young master already has San Wei Niangzi.

Any one of them, if brought forward, could crush her.

"In terms of figure, looks, temperament, talent… compared with the young master's San Wei Niangzi, I am truly plain and unremarkable."

Lü Ya lowered her head and saw that she was indeed exceedingly plain.

"Alas."

Thinking of this, Lü Ya flopped onto the bed, tucked herself under the covers, and could only comfort herself.

Perhaps the young master, accustomed to delicacies, occasionally also craves some simple fare.

"This is the only chance I have in this life; I must not shrink back!"

"Lü Ya, Lü Ya! Heaven may already have given you a chance; will you cower for a lifetime?!"

"Liking the young master is not something shameful!"

Lü Ya continuously comforted herself, urging herself on.

Determined to try it once in reality, to see whether the dream is true or false!

"The young master is so outstanding; what's wrong with having three wives and four concubines? I'm not aiming to be the principal wife, I just want to be a bit closer to the young master, so don't be afraid, don't be afraid."