Chapter 231: Fate Will Bring Us Together Again

A new fish was roasted and ready.

Wu Shi kept her gaze forward, hoping to catch a glimpse of the man’s appearance. But no matter how hard she tried, she couldn’t see him.

Eventually, she stopped trying and turned her attention to the charred fish in front of her. Ignoring the heat, she grabbed the fish with her hands and began to devour it greedily, savoring each bite.

As someone with the Primordial Body, Wu Shi rejected all worldly impurities. Even specially made nutritional fluids were hard for her to swallow. But this fish in front of her tasted like the most delicious thing in the world—something she had never experienced before.

“Do you… want some?” Wu Shi paused, holding the half-eaten fish out toward where the man’s voice had come from.

Then, she heard his thoughts.

“Through time and space, I can’t touch anything, so how could I eat the fish?”

Wu Shi was puzzled by his thoughts, but she believed that the man really had come from the future.

“Not hungry, you eat more,” the man said.

Naturally, he wanted the Foodless Holy Mother to eat more and grow stronger. After all, he still needed to go to the Heaven Pillar to visualize the deities.

Wu Shi felt a bit disappointed. It was the first time she had tasted something so good, but she was eating alone.

“Earlier, I said if you gave me a fish, I’d grant you a wish. What do you want?” Wu Shi asked, looking up.

She didn’t like owing people anything. So when her parents treated her as a commodity to be sold, she didn’t harbor any resentment.

“A wish?” The man looked at the Foodless Holy Mother, his eyes filled with surprise. “Do you see that mountain that reaches the sky?”

Wu Shi turned her head and saw what looked like a giant pillar reaching the heavens.

“That’s the Heaven Pillar. Help me keep an eye on it, and make sure it doesn’t collapse,” the man said casually.

For some reason, after saying this, he felt a sense of destiny.

Wu Shi seemed confused but nodded. “Okay.”

The man smiled. “Now, go gather more fish, so you don’t starve to death.”

Wu Shi hesitated, then her eyes lit up. “I can eat them all?”

“If I leave and you starve to death, what’s the point?” the man said. Looking at the Foodless Holy Mother, he thought that if she hadn’t met him, she really might have starved to death. And then, what would happen to the Heaven Pillar in the future?

Besides, he was naturally kind-hearted and law-abiding. Helping out in this situation wouldn’t hurt.

After all, he and the Foodless Holy Mother had met twice before, and this was their third and final meeting.

Hearing the man’s words, Wu Shi looked excited. She sat on her stick, flying around the area and collecting fish from the ground.

Soon, like a hoarding hamster, she had gathered a pile of fish.

The man looked at the fish, a pained expression on his face. “You’re really not holding back, are you?”

But he was a man of his word, and he would keep his promise, even if it meant doing it reluctantly.

So he stepped forward, and drops of pure, flawless blood began to fall. His face grew pale, and his form appeared somewhat weakened, but it wasn’t too severe. Searᴄh the NôᴠeFire.ηet website on Google to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.

Wu Shi couldn’t see the man’s form. She looked at the pile of fish, delighted.

“I’ll help you guard the Heaven Pillar,” Wu Shi said earnestly.

The man thought of something and asked, “Do you have a cultivation technique?”

The little girl was still too weak; she might not survive long without one.

“No,” Wu Shi hesitated. “If I start cultivating, I’ll lose my value.”

“You can’t go on without cultivating. You need to learn how to protect yourself,” the man insisted.

Protecting the Foodless Holy Mother meant protecting the Heaven Pillar.

“I’ll teach you how to cultivate,” the man thought. “You go ahead and cook the fish. Give me a day, and I’ll create a technique called the ‘Wu Shi Sutra’ for you!”

The method of visualizing deities was unique, and he couldn’t teach Wu Shi using the Heaven Pillar’s energy. So he had to create a new technique.

The man looked at the little girl and thought that if she cultivated the “Wu Shi Sutra,” she might become powerful enough to defeat the evil gods. If that happened, he could just relax and enjoy the benefits when he arrived in this world.

He watched Wu Shi with anticipation.

Then he turned away and began to seriously work on creating the technique. Creating the “Wu Shi Sutra” was naturally not as complex as the “Qi Yuan Sutra.”

Meanwhile, Wu Shi glanced at the quiet man and happily started roasting all the fish.

“So hungry,” she whispered.

As night fell, the firelight reflected off Wu Shi’s face. After a quick wash, she no longer looked disheveled; her snowy complexion was delicate, and she had an ethereal quality.

She sat there, staring blankly at where the man had been, deep in thought.

“Why… does it taste so good?”

“How did he do it?”

In her heart, the little girl planted the seed of a question.

The next morning, the man opened his eyes and looked at the little girl not far away. He couldn’t help but laugh.

She was hugging a giant roasted fish, seemingly asleep.

Suddenly, the little girl opened her eyes, still a bit groggy as if she had just woken up. But she looked at him expectantly and asked, “Are you going to teach me to cultivate?”

The man was surprised. “How did you know I finished the technique?”

The little girl’s eyes gleamed with mischief. “A woman’s intuition.”

Of course, she wouldn’t admit that she had been listening to his thoughts the entire time. His thoughts had woken her up.

“Wow, you’re using intuition now?” The man didn’t press further. “I’ve created a technique for you called the ‘Wu Shi Sutra.’ Try cultivating with it.”

He then spent three to four hours explaining the technique to Wu Shi. But her ability to remember everything in one go saved him the trouble of repeating himself.

Wu Shi quickly began cultivating using the “Wu Shi Sutra.” Her talent was extraordinary—so much so that it could only be described as exaggerated.

The man admitted that in the Canglan Realm, Wu Shi’s talent would outshine every genius on the talent rankings. Even he would be ashamed to compare himself.

A day later, the man looked at Wu Shi’s frail figure and said softly, “Now that you can barely protect yourself, I should be on my way.”

It was time for him to leave, to enter the Mountain of Visualization and conduct his final visualization. Then he would return for the last battle.

Looking at Wu Shi, he couldn’t help but sigh.

He remembered meeting the Foodless Holy Mother later on, seeing her blood spilled at the Tianzhu Pillar.

She was a person who had long since died, a figure buried in the dust of history.

Wu Shi’s heart tightened, her eyes filled with a sense of loss. After a moment of silence, she asked softly, “Will we have a chance to meet again?”

The man hesitated. He had used up the three opportunities provided by the Lost Glow Rod, so he couldn’t return to the past. As for the Foodless Holy Mother...

Recalling how she didn’t seem to recognize him during their later encounters, he wondered if the three Foodless Holy Mothers he had met were even the same person.

“Fate will bring us together again,” he said finally, before disappearing.

By the ruined pond, the young girl sat surrounded by a pile of charred fish.

Her eyes were filled with complex emotions.

Her hands clenched tightly, her nails digging into her flesh, drawing blood.

Her gaze was full of intense desire. “I really want... to eat him.”

This desire was a primal instinct.

With her Devouring Body, she felt she could take a bite out of the empty air and maybe even tear off a piece of flesh.

But she didn’t dare—she was too timid.

That person was too mysterious.

He could even make food pure enough for her to eat.

How did he do it?

She couldn’t understand why he would do such a thing.