Chapter 46.2

The images and screeches, struggling hands, families and deaths that merged into the rolling stone herb all disappeared, vanishing in Ye Duanhong’s hands…

“No…” Ji Qingzhou whispered softly, and she took a step forward.

Shen Rongyu stopped her and deftly grabbed her wrist. “Are you pitying that Xiao?”

“They were collecting herbs…and fell off the cliff…” Ji Qingzhou said softly, “They also have their own lives, but…”

She spoke incoherently, unable to express what was in her mind. Nonetheless, she felt that Ye Duanhong was too arbitrary in his actions, destroying all traces of these souls that had once existed.

“The moment they combined with Earth Vein Ghost Qi and became Xiao, they could no longer be called human beings. If they were to face their former families and friends, they would also hurt and devour them without mercy,” Shen Rongyu told Ji Qingzhou.

Ji Qingzhou’s lips parted, but she didn’t speak anymore, because she found that the cultivators around them were looking at the dead Xiao with fear and disgust. It was only her who uttered ‘No’. How comical.

She shut her mouth tactfully. The injured was Qiu Mingxue of the Ze Kingdom, so what could she do about it?

Her hands that were hanging by her sides trembled. She turned around and looked behind Shen Rongyu.

“Xiao Yu-shixiong, I want to go back,” Ji Qingzhou whispered.

“Okay.” Shen Rongyu answered her.

At this moment, the Alchemy Class elder had already announced the handling method for today’s assessment. The disciples who could refine elixirs today would hand in their output first. Then, after Qiu Mingxue recovered from her injury, she would refine her elixir once more and the elder would then give them their final grades.

It was rare for an evil creature like Xiao to appear in Xuanyun Sect, but the rolling stone herb was brought back from the Ze Kingdom by Qiu Mingxue herself. Moreover, the Xiao hid well and did not appear until the medicinal properties of the rolling stone herb were stimulated. Because of this, everyone took the matter as an accident. As everyone dispersed, they were still talking about Qiu Mingxue’s identity.

When Ji Qingzhou stepped on Shen Rongyu’s Burial Snow Sword, the dull thuds of bodies falling to the ground kept echoing in her mind.

She closed her eyes and grimaced. The reason why she had always been reluctant to deal with people was very simple: because she knew that she was easily influenced by external objects. Her psychological defense was too fragile in such matters.

Since she abstained from making contact, she wasn’t optimistic about it. Unexpectedly, she saw such cruelty in the medicine hall today.

“Zhouzhou?” Shen Rongyu called her. He held her wrist with his warm palm, and this seemingly gave her a different sense of reassurance.

“En.” Ji Qingzhou answered in a mosquito-like voice.

“Are you afraid?” he asked because after returning from the medicine hall, she had been absent-minded and her eyes kept dodging.

A rotten wood was indeed rotten wood, fragile and sensitive. It would break at the mere touch.

Ji Qingzhou let out a long sigh of relief and nodded. “Yes.”

“Looks like I should have ignored the letter today and not take you to watch the alchemy examination,” Shen Rongyu coaxed her in a low voice. She was already a block of wood, and she was all the more lifeless like this.

“En,” Ji Qingzhou responded all the same.

Her brows were still furrowed, which gave her beautiful cheeks a special sense of fragility.

Shen Rongyu raised his hand and smoothed out her furrowed brow. He lowered his head, looked into Ji Qingzhou’s clear eyes and asked her, “What can I do to make Zhouzhou happy?”

He was unusually patient today, but he didn’t know why.

Ji Qingzhou opened her lips, but they only moved a bit. She didn’t know how to respond, and she felt like she was just splitting hairs.

Those people had turned into a Xiao, and they had no room for redemption. Their suffering only made those who saw the scene lament and grieve, but she couldn’t do anything.

Shen Rongyu looked down at her. She always easily empathizes with the outside world. She was like this with that donkey and equally so with the Xiao. In this matter, she was really unlike a block of wood.

…A peculiar person.

He stood by Ji Qingzhou’s side and did not speak.

In the afternoon, they cultivated as usual. Even when he held her wrist, Ji Qingzhou hadn’t calmed down. Her eyelashes drooped, and she stared at their joined hands. After a long time, her divine sense drifted off and entered the cultivation space.

In the bloody space, the red qi belonging to Shen Rongyu had been waiting for a long time. When he saw Ji Qingzhou, he swooped down enthusiastically until the meandering red qi hovered in front of her cheek.

Ji Qingzhou’s eyes were closed, and when her divine sense arrived in the cultivation space, she was still depressed and frowning.

The qi caressed her brow, stretched her frown, and then pecked her cheek again and again.

Ji Qingzhou turned around and hugged the red qi, as if she was hugging a big dog. Of course, the red qi quickly wrapped her up and swept her into the sea of ​​blood.

“Xiao Yu,” Ji Qingzhou called to the red qi. Knowing that he couldn’t hear, she started talking recklessly.

Ji Qingzhou’s ability to talk to herself was very strong. The qi kissed her fingers passionately, making them tremble involuntarily.