bookrandom Chapter 107 I have something to say
Chapter 107 I have something to say
A blue halo appeared out of thin air, followed by an even shorter woman behind the woman in red.
As Chen An walked, he cursed, "Do you think Xu Wuhen is crazy? He killed thousands of sect disciples, which I also find regrettable. He could have used his elixir to repair his foundation. It should have been my elixir."
Xile smiled and looked at Chen An, nodding in agreement.
"You think so too, right? If you don't want to repay me, just say so." Chen An sat cross-legged on the bed, sighed, and slumped down.
Joy nodded again, but still didn't say anything.
Chen An only wanted to become stronger so that fewer good people and ordinary people would die on this continent.
But she wasn't a fool who didn't expect anything in return; the prerequisite for helping others was that she had to have enough ability herself.
"Alright, I won't say anything more. You'll live next door to me from now on. Focus on cultivating your spiritual power. If you don't understand anything, you can ask me. When you become powerful enough, you can become an elder. I desperately need talented people here."
Joy slowly retreated, closed the door, and whispered, "Thank you."
Chen An's ears twitched; he heard it clearly, and a long smile appeared on his lips.
Everyone else knows how to be grateful, so why doesn't Xu Wuhen? After thinking it over, he summoned a teleportation array.
Xu Wuhen had just finished dealing with the fire and seeing off Elder Qingyu, who had been nagging for half the day, and was sitting on a stool, catching his breath, when he sensed Chen An's presence.
He took out his treasured wine, placed it on the table, and watched Chen An walk out of the halo with anticipation.
The red dress swayed gracefully, and after Chen An grew up, he looked three or four times like he did in college.
The fine wine on the table was quite eye-catching. Chen An liked to drink, but she could sense the rich spiritual energy in it. However, she had no interest in it now and spoke coldly.
"Your ability to repair your foundation is largely due to the elixirs I gave you. If I need your help in the future, you must help me three times unconditionally."
Xu Wuhen was somewhat surprised and stood up, saying, "Alright, don't say three times, a hundred times is fine too."
Chen An was much more satisfied. She had quite a few of these pills, and rather than giving them away for nothing, she preferred to keep them for future use.
"Okay, I'll do it your way. One hundred times. From now on, you have to help me whenever I need you. You can't refuse. I'm leaving."
The teleportation array had only lit up halfway when a pair of large hands grabbed her wrists and pulled her out of the array.
Her palms were cold, which made her feel a little uncomfortable.
It was just a slight tug on her wrist, nothing serious, but it gave her goosebumps.
She looked down at those hands; their knuckles were clearly defined and very beautiful.
Looking up along her arm, she met Xu Wuhen's eyes. Those eyes, which were usually difficult to read, were now completely unguarded.
The more this was the case, the more uncomfortable Chen An felt. She and Xu Wuhen were business partners, not even friends. Even if they worked together a few more times, Chen An would not become friends with him.
He had a strong sense of righteousness and was also extremely adept at weighing the pros and cons.
As a Nascent Soul stage expert, repairing his foundation was by no means easy, but he still ate the pill that Chen An had placed on the table.
Xu Wuhen said that the ability to repair the foundation was achieved at the cost of the lives of thousands of disciples within the sect, and that was indeed true.
But these thousands of people never knew, until their deaths, that it was the sect leader who decided to abandon them.
The other survivors in the sect were even less aware that the sect leader, who appeared at the last moment and single-handedly turned the tide, had planned all of this from the very beginning.
Xu Wuheng was a man of profound wisdom and strategic foresight, and Chen An greatly admired him.
It is a common occurrence in the world for those in positions of power to achieve their own fame and fortune by sacrificing others.
But just because it happens all the time, does that make it right?
Chen An transmigrated into the book not to become that kind of person; she couldn't bring herself to manipulate others or fool people's hearts.
"I have something to say."
After Chen An figured all this out, he looked at the person in front of him with much clarity.
She slowly pulled her arm out, yawned, and sat down in the chair, saying, "Tell me quickly, I've been busy all night, I'm exhausted."
Xu Wuhen sat down on the bench next to Chen An, his eyes darting around. He tilted his head slightly and said, "How about we become Daoist partners?"
Chen An remained unmoved. He grabbed Xu Wuhen's arm, raised his hand, pointed to the green storage ring, and asked, "I've seen your handwriting before. Who gave you this?"
"My old acquaintance, Xue Sili, was exceptionally talented, but unfortunately, she encountered a mishap when breaking through to the Nascent Soul stage, causing her to lose all her power and become an ordinary person. She was proud and refused to take any life-extending drugs, so she died of old age."
Chen An leaned closer and asked in a low voice, "Your former Daoist partner?"
"I love her, but unfortunately she didn't get to hear me say it." Xu Wuhen seemed to have something left unsaid.
Chen An leaned back casually and said, "Sect Leader Xu, I admire your achievements today, but I don't think I'm willing to."
After thinking for a moment, she added, "I know you don't see me as her, and you don't really like me."
Xu Wuhen's lips moved slightly, looking somewhat defeated. When he saw Chen An looking up at him, he quickly looked away.
"Don't do this, I'm not comfortable with it, I haven't finished speaking yet."
"I'm fine, go ahead."
“You don’t like me, and you don’t like her either. You like yourself more. There’s no point in me saying this. If I’m wrong, I apologize first. If you’re angry, please don’t kill me, considering that I helped you cultivate good karma.”
Chen An spoke faster and faster, and it seemed he was about to launch into a long apology, which Xu Wuhen was no longer interested in listening to.
His heart skipped a beat when he heard, "You only like it when you say it yourself."
I wanted to hold out a little longer, but Chen An showed no sign of stopping, so I interrupted Chen An: "Don't worry, I won't kill you, nor will I hold a grudge against you. I will think about what you've said."
Chen An breathed a sigh of relief, wondering if the problem was solved. He thought it should be.
"Farewell."
Xu Wuhen looked at Chen An, but no one knew what she was thinking. Only after watching her leave did he feel much more relaxed.
He had never thought about this, but since he became an adult, every woman who could move his heart had always been a reflection of himself.
Back at Yihe Sect, Fugui was sleeping soundly on Chen'an's pillow, snoring contentedly, making Chen'an green with envy.
Just as she was thinking of going over to pet the cat's head and pinch its ears, Fugui suddenly transformed into a tall, handsome man over 1.8 meters tall.
"Where have you been?"
Chen An lost all interest and looked at its human-like appearance, finding it increasingly strange: "From now on, you will live alone in the east room."
"Why?" Fu Gui asked defiantly, stubbornly refusing to budge.
Chen An stepped forward, grabbed Fu Gui's trouser legs with both hands, and pulled them down forcefully.
Seeing that Fugui moved, she became confident and began to use even more force, and then the bed moved with Fugui.
"I don't know where you learned this shamelessness from."
Chen An was so angry that he picked up the quilt and went to the room on the east side.
As dawn was approaching, she wanted to seize the time to rest, but as soon as she closed her eyes, she thought of Xu Wuhen.
He should confess his feelings without leaving a trace or reason; perhaps it's a scheme so that she won't be embarrassed to approach him when she needs something from someone else.
When she was upset, she would turn over, crumple the blanket into a ball, and fall asleep.