Chapter 4139: The Mountain's Monster, the Girl in Pink

Mr. Zhou has seen the world.

So he naturally could tell that this scholar was extraordinary.

Although there was no trace of magic power fluctuation on him.

Yet he gave the impression of being quite remarkable.

If it were him, he would indeed be a good match for his own daughter.

And in the days that followed.

The scholar, besides living at Dazhuang's house and helping with some farm work.

Would come to the private school to teach the village children some knowledge.

And that Mr. Zhou's daughter Zhou Yan would always stand to the side, her gaze tender and affectionate, looking at the scholar.

Unfortunately, this scholar seemed to have a bit of a wooden head.

He merely treated Zhou Yan with the attitude of a friend.

Time passed in this manner.

However, one day.

Yadan suddenly, in the private school, started arguing with the other village children.

"What are you saying? That older sister is definitely not a monster!"

Yadan was very angry, shouting with a red face.

"My father said that whoever lives on that mountain is a monster, and anyone who gets close to that area will have their soul taken."

A little boy also refused to back down, saying.

"No, that older sister is the most, most, most, most beautiful sister I have ever seen."

"And at that time, when I sprained my ankle by the river, it was that older sister who saved me."

"She just casually wiped it, and my ankle was healed—she is an immortal!"

"She is a monster!"

"She is an immortal!"

Looking at the two arguing until their faces were red and ears hot.

The scholar stepped forward and said with a light smile: "What are you arguing about?"

"Big brother, you come judge……" Yadan said.

Then they also told the scholar about this matter.

It turned out that in the west of Taoyuan Village, on a small mountain.

There lived a woman who dwelled there, isolated from the world, and did not interact with anyone in the village.

But the rumor was that if one got close to where that woman lived.

Any living being would inexplicably faint and lose consciousness.

The rumor grew even more mystical, saying that one would have their soul taken.

Over time, the village spread the rumor that the woman on that small mountain was a monster, and no villager dared to approach.

However, Yadan insisted on her view.

She said that before, she had once played and caught fish by the small river at the foot of that mountain.

She accidentally stepped on a smooth stone, twisted her ankle, and fell into the river.

At that time, she thought she was going to die.

As a result, a gentle force wrapped around her and placed her on the riverbank.

Then she saw that woman wearing a pink long dress, beautiful beyond the mortal world.

Yadan swore she had never seen such a beautiful woman.

Even if it was the most beautiful woman in the village, Zhou Yan, compared to that pink-dressed woman, there was no comparison.

Yadan immediately thought of the village legend that a monster lived on that small mountain.

But, could a monster be that beautiful?

However, when that pink-dressed woman approached her, there was no appearance of the monster eating people that Yadan had imagined.

That woman merely gently stroked with her jade hand, and her ankle was instantly healed.

"Next time, don't come to the river alone—it's dangerous."

That mysterious pink-dressed woman, her voice was also soft, hearing it made one want to sink into a dream.

"That older sister is definitely an immortal, not a monster at all." Yadan said firmly.

Hearing this argument, the scholar smiled faintly and said: "If so, then going to see will tell us."

When it was learned that the scholar wanted to go to that small mountain.

Zhou Yan appeared before him.

"Young Master, that mountain is dangerous……"

She was very worried, afraid the scholar might encounter some problem.

"It's fine, listening to Yadan's words, there should be no danger." The scholar said.

Afterwards, he went up the mountain.

Many villagers were very surprised and also very worried, all urging him to stop.

However, the scholar insisted on going forward.

And when he arrived at this mountain, seeing the scenery before him, the scholar also showed astonishment.

Flowers in beautiful clusters, purple and red.

Countless butterflies of various colors, fluttering in the air.

This scene is too beautiful, simply like a colorful dream.

Then he saw, on the mountain peak, a very simple house.

And there, standing among the flowers, was a pink-dressed beauty of unparalleled grace.

At the moment their gazes met, time and space seemed to freeze.

All the butterflies in the air froze, maintaining the posture of flapping wings.

"Who are you?"

The pink-dressed woman asked the scholar.

She felt an inexplicable sense of familiarity.

"Who am I?"

The scholar was momentarily dazed; he suddenly lifted his head, gazing at the clouds drifting freely in the sky, unbound and unrestrained.

A flash of inspiration flickered in his mind.

"Yun Xiao."

"My name is Yun Xiao," the scholar said.

"You are not affected by the formation?"

The pink-dressed beauty looked at the scholar, also with a hint of surprise.

Now the scholar understood.

Why it was said that living beings near this mountain would faint and collapse.

It was because of the formation.

"Are you an immortal, or a demon?"

The scholar asked.

"What does it matter if I am an immortal, or a demon?" the pink-dressed woman replied.

The scholar slightly shook his head: "There is no difference; a person's nature has no relation to whether they are immortal or demon."

"Immortals can commit cruel acts, and demons are not necessarily man-eating monsters."

Upon hearing this, the pink-dressed woman's clear, radiant eyes—seeming capable of drawing one into a dream—also gazed at the scholar.

"You are indeed somewhat different from others."

"Why does one person live here?" the scholar asked.

"Human hearts are too treacherous." The pink-dressed woman added: "I have witnessed it."

The scholar shook his head: "Indeed, sometimes the human heart is more terrifying than evil spirits."

"But not all people are like that."

"For example, the villagers of Peach Blossom Village are all kind."

The pink-dressed woman fell silent.

"I will come to see you again," the scholar said.

He left behind a clay jar.

After the scholar departed, the pink-dressed woman flicked her sleeve; the clay jar flew over, opened its lid, and inside was fragrant soup.

The pink-dressed woman stared blankly for a moment.

Thereafter, the scholar indeed came from time to time, and only he dared to come.

The other villagers still harbored reservations.

As for the pink-dressed woman, perhaps she felt a vague affection for the scholar, or perhaps she sensed he was unlike others.

Thus, she did not reject anything in particular.

Over time, the two gradually became familiar.

Their relationship naturally improved.

Once again, the scholar came, bringing a painting scroll.

The pink-dressed woman unrolled it and discovered it depicted a beauty standing among flowers, unmatched in grace.

The surrounding flowers paled in comparison to her radiance.

"This is the scene when I first saw you, forever etched in my mind," the scholar laughed.

The pink-dressed woman blushed, her beauty surpassing that of flowers.

The scholar took the pink-dressed woman down the mountain to the village.

The villagers were greatly astonished.

At first, they still harbored doubt and fear.

But the scholar took the pink-dressed woman's hand and told everyone she was no wicked person.

The pink-dressed woman looked at the scholar, her radiant eyes shimmering with a gentle light.

Thereafter, the villagers gradually came to understand the pink-dressed woman.

The pink-dressed woman possessed profound mystical arts.

Compared to that, Mr. Zhou's petty tricks were like children playing house.

Some villagers' ailments she could heal with ease.

Gradually, the villagers also accepted the pink-dressed woman, even saying she could cure all illnesses.

A living Bodhisattva.

The scholar and the pink-dressed woman built a small dwelling at the western edge of the village.

They lived together.

Everything was so natural, so simple.

There was nothing in the way of turbulence.

The girl in the pink dress had once said she would teach the scholar some cultivation methods.

However, he refused.

He felt that just living an ordinary life with the girl in the pink dress would be quite good.

Such a mortal life continued for several years.

However, on a certain day several years later.

The entire Peach Blossom Village was violently trembling.

The cliff standing at the village entrance was actually split open by someone using heavenly means, and thoroughly shattered.

"Monster, you are indeed hiding here!"

Several figures stood in the void, magic power swirling around them, their voices cold and indifferent.