บท 93: Chapter 93: You Can Rest Now, Jingwei

"The School of Taixuan is a legacy of immortals, founded by the legendary Immortal Jingeei in Shenzhou. Legend has it that it has guarded Shenzhou for thousands of years, exorcising demons and defending the way, stabilizing the country, being immortal, and having boundless magical powers. Ancient emperors had to pay homage to Mount Taixu before ascending the throne and receive the immortal's approval before they could rule. According to our understanding, the Jingwei immortal's status in Shenzhou is equivalent to Bishop Otto's status in Schicksal, or even higher than that."

"The Schicksal history books record that five hundred years ago, the old Schicksal Church organized an army to march east in an attempt to conquer Shenzhou. That army not only used Honkai energy weapons but also had the strongest saints at the time. The Saint Kallen accompanied them, and they were unstoppable. But they were defeated by the Immortal Phoenixl alone on the Kipchak Steppe. So don't think this is just a legend; the Immortal Jingwei really exists, and Bishop Otto may have seen her."

"But not long after that battle, the Immortal Jingwei disappeared mysteriously, and people said she had ascended to heaven. It is said that the subsequent dynasty was overthrown largely because the emperor failed to pay homage to the immortal, which caused widespread dissatisfaction, leading to heroes rising up and changing the dynasty."

As he was chasing the wind and shadows,Angel held the sword with a solemn expression but whispered to the people around him about the story of the Taixu Sword Sect and the Immortal Jingwei. She glanced ahead, seeing Fu Hua carrying Jixuanyuan on her back, and continued:

"In short, according to legend, the Immortal Jingwei was a close friend of Fuxi, Nuwa, Ji Xuanyuan, and other ancestors of Shenzhou, and she herself was also part of the ancient legend of Shenzhou. The master was the direct descendant of the School of Taixuan, and probably inherited the blood and appearance of the master, which is why the Xuanyuan Patriarch mistakenly recognized her."

"I think this is the most reasonable explanation."

Angel nodded solemnly with a confident expression. Except for Rita, who knew a little about Fu Hua's identity, the others also nodded.

Indeed, this speculation was logically rigorous, reasonable, and worthy of belief.

It is impossible that Fu Hua is the Immortal Phoenix who has lived for thousands of years, right? Impossible, absolutely impossible!

Everyone was relieved and no longer had any doubts about the conversation between Fu Hua and Jixuanyuan. In front, Jixuanyuan lay on Fu Hua's back, his chin on her shoulder, his lips did not move, but his voice reached Fu Hua's mind:

[Jingwei, are you hiding your identity now?]

Fu Hua was stunned for a moment, turned her head, and met a pair of curious and clear red eyes.

After a moment, she pursed her lips and transmitted the words through the power of consciousness.

[Yes, they don't know my true identity.]

[So that's the case. Then I'll help you hide it.]

[Thank you. And, I'm sorry, I really can't remember anything about you. You just heard that I encountered a death calamity five hundred years ago. Although I was resurrected, I lost most of my memories, and my Mantra was shattered. I am still seriously injured and dying. But in these five hundred years, demons are still everywhere, and the pace of Honkai has never stopped. I have been forced to burn my memory several times to release the Eminence—until now, I really have no memory of you and other old friends.]

Fu Hua sighed in her heart and gave Jixuanyuan an apologetic smile. It is unavoidable to have no memory, but it is hard for Fu Hua not to feel happy to see old friends and talk with friends she once knew.

Jixuanyuan frowned and said in her mind:

[Even a powerful immortal like Jingwei would encounter a calamity of death? What kind of terrifying demon must that be? I am afraid that Chiyou cannot compare to it, right?]

[It is not a demon, it is—forget it, I will talk about it later when I have a chance. In fact, I can't remember it myself; I can only infer one or two things through some clues.]

[Are Fuxi and Nuwa still there? Although I heard from the girl that it should have been a long time ago, Fuxi and the others are immortals like Jingwei, and they must not be bound by time. It would be great if I could see them again, so that I can die with my eyes closed.]

[I'm sorry, Fuxi and Nuwa—I can feel that these two names are very important to me, but I can't remember them either.]

Fu Hua felt a pain in her heart and responded with great guilt and regret for the yearning and expectation conveyed by Jixuanyuan. Then both of them fell into silence.

In Fu Hua's situation, if she couldn't remember, it meant that they were not around all the time. And if not around—the situation is self-evident.

Fu Hua hurried on the road for a long time and suddenly heard a weak and sad long sigh in her ear.

"So, that's it..."

Fu Hua looked at the dimly lit road ahead, her heart heavy as she struggled to remember those important memories. She could only blame herself in grief but didn't know how to comfort Jixuanyuan.

But Jixuanyuan smiled lightly and comforted Fu Hua in turn, saying:

"Actually, it's better. They don't have to see me now. I died a long time ago, and my body is no longer human now; I'm afraid it's more like a demon. Jingwei, after destroying Chiyou, can you please send me away? I don't want to fall into the devil's way one day. If you can send me to see Fuxi and others in Mount Taixu, I will be very happy."

"Don't talk nonsense!"

Fu Hua couldn't bear the sudden outburst of anger and shouted sternly. Jixuanyuan seemed startled, then he rubbed Fu Hua's smooth cheek affectionately and smiled weakly.

[Jingwei, I'm sorry.]

[You don't have to apologize; you didn't do anything wrong.]

[No, Fuxi, and the others all broke the promise. We once made a contract in Mount Taixu to jointly protect the land of Shenzhou—but now we are all gone, and only you are left alone to uphold this contract. It's too hard. Seeing you now, I can't imagine the suffering and torture you have experienced. I'm sorry, Jingwei.]

Jixuanyuan said sadly and sorrowfully, with tears in his eyes, leaning against Fu Hua's face.

Fu Hua heard the guilt and even more the heartache and pity for herself.

Although they were "strangers" who knew nothing, the sadness that emerged at this moment and the feeling that her heart seemed to be filled...

Fu Hua couldn't describe it, but she almost couldn't control her tear glands. The calm state of mind for thousands of years, now like a snowy mountain melting, revealed the soft side hidden under the ice.

[I am willing to do so.]

[I know. But it is because of this that it is more difficult, Jingwei. If—I mean if, you have something else you want to do, just do it.]

[Jixuanyuan...]

[Fuxi and Nuwa are not here, but I think, since I can see you again, maybe they are also entrusting me to tell you that you have completed your duties and the original contract can also be ended. Now you can rest, Jingwei.]

Suddenly, Fu Hua seemed to be in the familiar Taixu, in a simple and quiet courtyard. Three girls with beautiful figures sat on the ground, laughing and playing, making light and pleasant laughter.

Fu Hua only saw Jixuanyuan's face and could not see the faces of the other two girls in white and red.

And they sat in the sun, facing Fu Hua, each smiling and extending their hands to greet her. Fu Hua smiled at this time, and tears welled up in her eyes.

[You will not die, because I will protect you, Jixuanyuan.]

Although the memory is lost, the friendship remains unchanged.

Even though five thousand years have passed, or precisely because five thousand years have passed, Fu Hua will do her best to protect this friend whom she will never see again.