The top-level junior sister also wants to act weak today

Chapter 170 Tangled

Upon hearing this prophecy, someone in the crowd immediately lamented, "This person doesn't belong to this reincarnated world. This world is so vast. If this person doesn't show up on his own initiative, how are we going to find him?"

"And what does this ending mean? Shouldn't the ending be the end of the story? Is there a place called the ending?"

"Is there no more clue in the prophecy?" someone asked anxiously.

The clan leader shook his head helplessly: "No more."

These words were like a bucket of cold water poured down, making the already anxious atmosphere even more depressing.

Everyone began to discuss in low, disjointed, subdued voices. Jiang Yingxue sat behind Wan Jinan, her head slightly bowed, her expression obscured by her drooping hair, making her appear exceptionally quiet.

However, a huge wave had already been set off in her heart.

It’s over. This so-called savior can’t really be me.

And the ending, does it mean the chapter where the hero finally kills the demon king and is supported by the people of Canglan Kingdom, causing dissatisfaction among the royal family, and finally he directly overthrows the royal family and becomes the emperor himself, and the heroine becomes the queen?

Then, this so-called power must be found in the palace of Canglan Kingdom? If it was the palace of Yun Kingdom, it would be fine, but how could she go to Canglan Kingdom?

Never mind, it must be just a coincidence. Besides, I only know the contents of the book. It can’t be considered as having the ability to predict the future, right?

"There's no clue at all. It seems we're all doomed to die in five years." Wan Jin'an leaned back in his chair and let out a long breath, his tone filled with a mixture of helplessness and relief. He slowly raised his hand and gently rubbed his brow, as if trying to wipe away the heavy worry, but the weariness between his brows only deepened.

"Forget it, it's just death." His tone suddenly relaxed, and a bitter smile even appeared on the corner of his mouth: "I should have followed my brothers and sisters fifty years ago. It's just that they are still young..."

Wan Jinan said softly that he didn't care, but Yan Chuan and the others were all young people in their teens and twenties.

Five years later, these young people should have entered an important period of their lives, either starting a family or achieving great success in their cultivation. However, the arrival of the prophecy was like a ruthless knife, completely cutting off their bright future.

Before they could enjoy the things in life they should have, before they could even touch the most ordinary happiness, they had to face a battle that was doomed to end in nothing...

"I don't accept it." He Qingfeng immediately shouted, "If I can't find this so-called savior, then I will be my own savior. I believe that my fate is determined by myself, not by God!"

He Qingfeng's words immediately aroused the spirits of the group of people who had just been in a state of gloom.

"Well said! You are worthy of being my disciple, He Qingfeng!"

"That's right, we can't get discouraged so easily!"

Everyone was immediately encouraged, but only Jiang Yingxue knew that the prophecy was correct.

If the so-called savior does not appear, then the original plot will be destined to continue, and most of the monks will die in the catastrophe.

But am I... really the savior?

The most important thing is, if I am really the savior, should I come forward to deal with it?

After saying this, she slowly raised her head and looked at Yan Chuan. Five years later, the Demon King would be born, which would be the end of the story.

Today, Yan Chuan has not been possessed by a demon, nor has he fallen in love with the heroine. He is still the eldest brother of the First Peak. As long as nothing goes wrong, he is destined to participate in the demon-eliminating campaign five years later.

As for Chu Ying and Cen Yizi, two people who are so righteous that they are evil, there is no need to mention them.

Do we really have to watch them die?

Jiang Yingxue had never been so conflicted in her life. Even when she first heard the doctor say that she only had two months to live, she didn't feel as bad as she does now.

After the meeting, the content of the prophecy quickly spread throughout the spacecraft.

Jiang Yingxue lay in bed, tossing and turning, unable to fall asleep. She closed her eyes, trying to escape, but the harder she tried, the more upset she felt.

She simply sat up, quietly walked out of the cabin and headed towards the deck.

The deck was empty, with only a few spiritual lamps emitting soft light. Jiang Yingxue found a spot near the edge of the boat, where it was empty and quiet. She looked up at the deep night sky, sighed softly, and simply lay down.

The sky seemed incredibly close, densely packed with stars, each one gleaming like pearls inlaid on the heavens. Without the clamor of the world, nor the thick clouds obscuring the view, the starlight was pure and clear.

Jiang Yingxue rested her head on her arms, quietly gazing at the stars in the sky.

"It's so beautiful..." she sighed.

As soon as the words fell, a cold male voice suddenly rang in my ears: "It is beautiful, but aren't you cold?"

Jiang Yingxue was startled and hurriedly sat up, turning her head slightly awkwardly: "Big Brother? You can't sleep either?"

Yan Chuan stood not far behind her, the silvery starlight falling on his shoulders, outlining the outline of his black clothes particularly clearly.

His face was stern, his hands hung at his sides, his robes fluttered gently in the night wind, and his expression was as calm as ever.

He murmured a faint "hmm" without further explanation. After a moment, he slowly approached, naturally took off his black robe, and gently draped it over Jiang Yingxue's shoulders.

The robe was soft and loose, with some body temperature and a faint scent of agarwood.

Jiang Yingxue was stunned for a moment and looked down at the black robe draped over her shoulders. The robe was loose and soft, with a faint scent of agarwood and the warmth of Yan Chuan's body still lingering.

She didn't say much, but hugged her robe tighter, raised her head and smiled at Yan Chuan, her eyebrows curved, with a hint of teasing: "Big Brother is very considerate. When you were a playboy in Yun Kingdom, you put clothes on women a lot, right?"

Yan Chuan paused slightly, then sat down next to her with a quick and decisive movement and a calm expression. "What do you think? I was just pretending to go to the brothel. I hired someone to spread those rumors. I didn't have any contact with the women there."

Having said that, he paused, his eyes flickering slightly, as if he was afraid that Jiang Yingxue would misunderstand him, and added, "Don't think too much."

Jiang Yingxue looked at him sideways, a wicked smile on her lips. "I didn't think much of it. But I heard rumors that you, a playboy, are quite skilled in that area. Since you haven't had any contact with those women, could this rumor also be false?"

Upon hearing this, Yan Chuan frowned slightly, appearing calm on the surface, but a faint blush crept onto the tips of his ears: "How can you—"

Jiang Yingxue raised her eyebrows and her smirk deepened: "What's wrong?"

"How can you be so shameless, lady?"