Chapter 593 - 589: The Call
Su Muyao’s face changed upon hearing these words, and she hastily opened the letter to look.
The letter was on white paper, and Su Muyao returned to the room. She took out a bottle of potion from the space and poured it on the letter, revealing the text.
This was the method she used to communicate secretly with her beast husbands.
In this way, even if others got hold of the letter, they wouldn’t see the specific content.
When the letter revealed the text, Su Muyao carefully looked at it.
When she saw the word Jing Chu, Su Muyao’s Heart String suddenly trembled, and her fingers holding the letter involuntarily shook.
"Jing Chu!"
Just murmuring these two words brought a redness to Su Muyao’s eyes.
She thought about entering the past ten thousand years and spending time with Jing Chu.
Because it was real, not a dream, she often thought of Jing Chu after coming out.
She even wondered whether Jing Chu was still alive after ten thousand years.
She thought about these things in her heart but never spoke them aloud.
Only when Wen Nanxi was merging the Divine Soul would she mention Jing Chu to Wen Nanxi.
She never imagined that Jing Chu was really alive.
After ten thousand years, he was still alive; it was truly wonderful.
But upon seeing the contents written in the letter, a tear slid down from Su Muyao’s eye.
Her nose felt sore, and she tried hard to suppress her emotions, but she couldn’t.
Why is Jing Chu so good?
He wants to sacrifice himself and go to the Nine Nether Forbidden Land to obtain the last ingredient, Nine Netherworld Lotus.
Previously, she was thinking of ways to get this ingredient.
She even considered going to the Nine Nether Forbidden Land herself to find this ingredient.
Unexpectedly, Jing Chu would do these things for her.
She wants to see him, truly wants to see him.
But it’s okay, she thinks they will definitely meet.
Wen Nanxi said he hasn’t come to the Qingqiu Mountain Fox Clan yet because he needs to take care of some matters first.
Wen Nanxi didn’t say where he was going, also not wanting Su Muyao to come over and make a fuss.
After reading it, Su Muyao adjusted her breath and quickly collected her emotions, saying: "Thank you, Great Elder, the letter mentioned an old acquaintance, it’s nothing."
The Great Elder felt relieved upon hearing this.
Once the Great Elder left, Xiao Jihan observed Su Muyao, who seemed distracted, and softly said: "Wife, let’s eat first."
Now Su Muyao’s body is easily hungry; she hasn’t eaten since waking up, so Xiao Jihan naturally worried.
Su Muyao heard Xiao Jihan’s voice, snapped back to reality, and said: "Alright, let’s eat first."
Even if her mind is chaotic and she has no appetite, she must care for her body and eat more.
That way the Snake Child can follow and replenish energy.
Sitting at the table eating normally, Su Muyao’s mind was filled with thoughts of Jing Chu.
She doesn’t want Jing Chu to be merged and erased from consciousness, disappearing from the Beast World.
If she didn’t know he was alive, it would be different, but now that she knows, she hopes Jing Chu can live well in the Beast World.
And not sacrifice for anyone.
Especially not for her.
But if they don’t merge, what will happen to Nanxi?
And there’s a lurking Nan Feng, Nan Feng is a madman.
No matter how strong Jing Chu’s strength is, he can’t completely kill Nan Feng, right?
Because they share the same origin.
Is there no way to achieve both ends?
Can Wen Nanxi merge with Nan Feng and also allow Jing Chu to exist well in the Beast World?
As she thought about this, Su Muyao’s Heart String trembled.
She admitted she was greedy.
But she couldn’t bear to watch Jing Chu disappear.
Moreover, the Seven Apertures Body Condensing Pill needs to be refined by her.
What is the method?
She worked hard to think of all the records in Ancient Books, none contained this content.
She couldn’t help but ask the system: "System, do you know a way to let Jing Chu stay alive?"
"That is, can we prevent Jing Chu from disappearing, prevent him from sacrificing."
"It’s unavoidable dealing with Nan Feng, but Jing Chu is different, he is good."
The system opened and said: "This, I don’t know either, strictly speaking, after merging, although Ancient Celestial Snake has Nine Heads, practically only one consciousness, one thought can be maintained, all others will be erased of Divine Sense and consciousness."
"If you want Jing Chu’s consciousness to survive, perhaps there are records in the ancient Snake Tribe."
"The ancient Snake Tribe Beastmen must understand the origins of Ancient Celestial Snake best."
"But now there are no Snake Tribes."
"However, since the host wants to find Wushan Divine Hall, maybe finding the Wushan Divine Hall will lead to relevant records."
"Or maybe wait for Yue Wuheng to return, he might know the way, though it’s unknown if it’ll be in time."
"According to the contents of the letter, when you give birth to the Snake Child, Nan Feng might feel it, and at that time you will become weaker, maybe Nan Feng will come to kill you again."
"I always feel he would have some origin without Emotional Silk."
Su Muyao also felt that Nan Feng has secrets, but right now they don’t even know where Nan Feng is.
But she still needs to prepare early, maybe she can plan, invite the enemy into the trap, and capture the enemy in the jar.
Xiao Jihan looked at Su Muyao, not knowing she was speaking with the system, just silently serving her food, taking care of her during the meal.
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Elsewhere
Wen Nanxi, at an extremely fast speed, reached the dense forest.
Arriving again at this dense forest with the abandoned Snake God Temple, Wen Nanxi discovered it was different from before.
Previously, the air was filled with the normal fresh scent of grass and wood.
But this time, he felt a depressing and oppressive atmosphere, along with a faintly discernible bloody smell spreading.
The deeper he went into the dense forest, the stronger the bloody smell became, this blood scent followed his breath and pierced into his nose, making Wen Nanxi extremely uncomfortable.
He slowed his pace, quietly utilizing his superpower, and cautiously scanned his surroundings.
Passing along the way, seeing the scene, Wen Nanxi’s expression became increasingly serious.
Many giant trees were cut down by some force, lying scattered across the ground, their trunks filled with scratches and bite marks of varying depth, the ground scattered with broken beast bones and blood-stained fur.
These were the corpses of Spider Beastmen and other tribe Beastmen.
Judging by the stiffness of the corpses and the solidification of the bloodstains, the fighting here occurred not long ago, and the scale was considerable, both sides evidently paid a heavy price.
His reason for coming this time was to return to the abandoned Snake God Temple.
But following past memories, the place originally belonging to the abandoned Snake God Temple showed no sign of the Snake God Temple, the surrounding scenery had also become unfamiliar.
The once familiar place was only cracked trees and Beastmen corpses, the surrounding vegetation seemed to have undergone a mutation, some vines wrapped around the trunks, emitting a faint glow, evidently this dense forest had undergone some change.
After observing for a while, Wen Nanxi realized he couldn’t search by memory direction.
The abandoned Snake God Temple should have changed location.
He slowly closed his eyes, catalyzing the Bloodline Power within.
Since repairing the Divine Soul, he knew many Bloodline Power innate abilities of Ancient Celestial Snake in his mind.
One ability was using a secret technique to sense the breath left by the tribe, the older the tribe breath, the clearer the sense.
Even if it was an abandoned Snake God Temple, long forgotten by time, he could sense it.
But using this secret technique, extremely depletes spiritual power.
Wen Nanxi’s superpower and spiritual power were released, transformed into invisible lines as they shuttled through every corner of the dense forest.
Initially, he couldn’t sense anything, but Wen Nanxi persisted in using spiritual power, a weak yet intensely familiar breath, like a firefly in the dark, lighting up within his perception.
That breath carried a sense of ancient desolation, along with an indescribable Summoning Power, as if something in the distance was urgently calling him.
"Return, return, the tribe is waiting for you."