Chapter 451: All Have Gone

The mountain is not a mountain, the water is not water.

The flowers spreading over the hills and the laughter rippling through the sky cannot compare to the lingering figure in one's mind.

Tu Shan Jiao Jiao covered her head, and the soul‑rending pain returned.

"Did I forget something?"

Tu Shan Jiao Jiao was a little dazed.

Tu Shan Jiao Jiao always felt there was something left undone, yet couldn't recall what.

"Just calm down, that'll be fine."

Tu Shan Jiao Jiao comforted herself, "Little Lin Chuan, what's there you can't forget? I can soon forget him completely."

"Even if I recall, I can keep my heart unruffled."

Staying by his side is meaningless, isn't it?

On another mountaintop.

Tu Shan Lan Song and Bai Wanqing watched their daughter, who alternated between frantic and silent, the couple staring at each other with wide eyes.

"Wife, the matter seems more serious than we imagined."

"They haven't confirmed a Dao Companion relationship; Jiao Jiao is so heart‑broken, is that boy a succubus?"

"Are we perhaps pressuring our daughter too tightly?"

"So that when she meets someone, she mistakes it for a lifelong fate, determined in her heart to stay with Lin Chuan forever?"

They say the Nine-Tailed Fox can read minds, but he truly can't guess matters of the heart.

"Let's take another look."

Bai Wanqing said, "First let the daughter stay on the mountain for a while, then find a chance to invite Lin Chuan up; whether they end up together depends on fate."

Lovers eventually become a family.

Bai Wanqing always believed that sentence.

Those defeated by all internal and external factors lack enough love; true love is not let go, and regrets can be compensated.

If they ultimately cannot be together, it means one side's love is insufficient.

Parting is no loss.

Time will prove everything.

……

Jin Tian Zhou.

Myriad Symbol Pavilion.

Time Flows.

In the blink of an eye, another year has passed.

Since Tu Shan Jiao Jiao left the Myriad Symbol Pavilion, Mo Sangyu seems to have become a different person; no longer possessed by the Witch's persona, yet she does everything cautiously.

She keeps distance from Lin Chuan.

Mo Sangyu feels that since Lin Chuan has a fiancée, she should not offend him.

Silently fulfilling the three‑year pact, she will leave.

She does not deny Lin Chuan's virtues; precisely because of that, she must keep her limits and not do what she shouldn't.

This time, however, another voice inside her is urging her.

The Witch, who has always doubted her liking for Lin Chuan, keeps urging her to approach him, saying that a man having three wives and four concubines is normal,

as long as he treats you well, you treat him well.

It's just a name; in Mortal Dust it holds no constraint, and in the vast cultivation world it counts for nothing.

"Go! Go find him!"

"I've already given you control of my body; haven't I always wanted to express my feelings? Why am I now hesitant?"

"Otherwise, give me your body, and tonight I will let her sink."

The Witch's voice echoed in her mind.

"No," Mo Sangyu gritted her teeth, "I cannot do that."

"Are you stupid?"

The Witch said, "Even if you don't want to ruin someone's feelings, you don't have to keep it buried; go and make it clear to Lin Chuan."

"Maybe he could accept it?"

"Perhaps his betrothed childhood fiancée could also accept it."

"Or perhaps there is already an inseparable bond between you; if you don't seek him, you'll never find your own heart."

"Don't you understand? Do you want to deceive yourself forever?"

"Are you willing?"

The Witch's voice was deafening.

"Stop talking, let me think properly."

Mo Sangyu still could not decide.

"Then leave."

The Witch coldly said, "Return after a while; the annals of time will tell you everything, letting you see your own heart clearly."

"Now! Hand over control of your body to me."

"Leave this place!"

Indecisive and hesitant, with thoughts tangled around one person, the Witch dislikes this feeling.

If this continues, she will be ruined.

"But…"

Mo Sangyu could not decide.

"There's no 'but'."

Title: Witch said: "Have you ever thought that one day you might regret too late, what kind of women are those who admire Lin Chuan?"

"Tu Shan Jiao Jiao, whose family background far surpasses ours, also looks like the type men most like."

"His fiancée Yun Zhi Yi, daughter of General Yun Zhenshan of the Cloud Kingdom, also possesses remarkable talent, and has been childhood sweethearts with Lin Chuan, with a marriage contract in place."

"Ye Xue, the light of the Tribe of the Spirits, the next generation's undisputed ruler of the Tribe, you have also witnessed her talent."

"Even if she were Lin Chuan's maid, she would still be an extraordinary celestial spirit."

"Each of them shines upon others, all are the pride of heaven; what about you and me? We must rely on ourselves; without improvement, how can we compete?"

Title: Witch's considerations differ entirely from Mo Sangyu's.

"Now you are tangled here, wasting time; in the future, when you regret, it will be too late—no matter how you try to fight, you cannot win?"

"Becoming stronger is the true principle."

"Mastering oneself gives the confidence to control everything."

"Do you understand, Mo Sangyu!"

Title: Witch's cold rebukes, one after another, caused the wavering Mo Sangyu to gradually relinquish, once again surrendering control of her body.

Now occupying this body, aside from internal strife, she truly cannot do anything.

Title: Witch regains control of the body.

"Hmm~"

She stretched lazily, "Back again, how comfortable."

Having said that, she walked straight out, arriving at the courtyard where Lin Chuan lives.

Lin Chuan, who was cultivating, saw Mo Sangyu in a red robe and realized Title: Witch had once again taken control of the body.

"Master, I wish to leave the Myriad Symbol Pavilion for a while."

Title: Witch got straight to the point, "The favor I owe you can probably only be repaid later."

If Lin Chuan disagrees, she will still stay here.

But she knows Lin Chuan will not disagree.

Otherwise Tu Shan Jiao Jiao would not have been taken back to Tushan.

"Alright."

Lin Chuan nodded, handed a Jade Talisman to the other, "If anything arises, you may find me; please don't force yourself."

In this life, Sangyu has no background; he must be looked after more.

The remaining few romantic ties need not be too worrisome.

"Thank you."

Title: Witch took the Jade Talisman, turned and left, vanishing swiftly into the Horizon.

She had to hurry.

Because her inner emotions were stirring again, that foolish woman was once more reluctant, as if leaving Lin Chuan would mean death.

She must leave.

Either never return, or return gloriously, boldly declare her intentions, fight for it; being timid will only lose everything.

Lin Chuan stretched lazily.

"Finally quiet at last."

Lin Chuan was not in a hurry; some matters require time to settle, repeated contemplation to stir those long‑buried memories.

They will all return.

Before they all return, his only task is to diligently refine the ultimate path of the soul.

Black Mist is the final enemy.

Just as he thought, a soft greeting came from beside him.

"Young master, has Sister Sangyu also left?"