Yan Chun certainly did not intend to act like a hooligan; she was just too curious.

Because Yin Yuchen had taken off the four-faced mask he wore on his face and had not covered his eyes with a cloth.

Yan Chun wanted to see what was wrong with his eyes that he always covered, whether it was day or night.

However, Yan Chun tried hard to stretch her neck forward from behind Yin Yuchen, looking like a goose ready to attack.

But no matter how hard she tried, she couldnt get around to Yin Yuchens front to see what was wrong with his eyes.

She ended up leaning on Yin Yuchens shoulder, able to see his handsome profile, his wet hair sticking to his bare chest, and even able to look down into the water...

No, she couldnt look at that!

Yan Chun tightly closed her eyes, obediently retreated behind Yin Yuchen, feeling anxious. What should she do? Even if she wasnt intentionally out of control, she couldnt keep taking advantage of this junior brother!

She tried to control her thoughts to leave, but after a long time passed and the sky began to brighten, Yin Yuchen was almost done bathing and was about to come out of the water to get dressed, Yan Chun was still clinging to his back.

She was asking for trouble.

Yin Yuchens long hair, like vines, clung wetly to his lean body as he walked out of the water, pulling out a storage bag from the wet clothes he had been practicing in, and then finding a set of outer disciple clothes inside.

Yan Chun felt him dressing layer by layer. If she wasnt just a part of her soul out of her body now, she would probably have blushed long ago.

Fortunately, Yin Yuchen was unaware of her presence; otherwise, it would be... it would be...

The rustling sound of fabric stopped, and Yan Chun guessed that Yin Yuchen had finished dressing. She opened her eyes and saw Yin Yuchen bending over, placing the pure white handkerchief that had been pressed by the stream earlier on his face.

Yan Chun thought he was just wiping his face with the handkerchief, but as Yin Yuchen slowly straightened up, the handkerchief remained on his face, with no other movement.

Yan Chun strained her neck to look from the side, seeing Yin Yuchen with his eyes closed, half of his face buried in the handkerchief, motionless.

Yan Chun was puzzled and didnt even remember that she had used this white handkerchief before.

She had no idea that after she had used it, Yin Yuchen had treasured this handkerchief as a keepsake, never washing it, even though her scent had long disappeared from it.

At this moment, as the dawn broke, a warm yellow light shone from the horizon, Yan Chun suddenly felt a release, separating from Yin Yuchens back.

She floated in mid-air, looking puzzled at the emerging light, just as Yin Yuchen lifted his face from the handkerchief.

Yan Chun quickly looked down at his face, but before she could see clearly, her whole body twisted in the air.

She first crumpled up like a piece of paper blown by the wind, her body folding in all directions, then transformed into a gust of spiritual wind, quickly being swept away from this forest.

In the morning light, Yan Chuns spirit was carried away by the wind, while Yin Yuchens eyes, lifted from the handkerchief, gazed straight into the light.

If Yan Chun had left a little later, she would have discovered that Yin Yuchen had lied that day.

He was not born weak, unable to face the sunlight since childhood.

He is now staring directly at the sunlight. Its just that the eyes that are staring at the sunlight, one is as clear as a spring, and the other is blood-red and eerie.

Upon closer inspection in the morning light, it can be seen that the red in his eyes is not a strange phenomenon or densely packed blood vessels, but a bright red spot on the back of his left eye.

This red spot covers the entire white of his left eye, making his left eye look as if soaked in blood, but his eyeball is still pure black like his right eye, making it look even more eerie.

In this world, only the bloodthirsty and murderous demon clan have red eyes.

Therefore, from birth, Yin Yuchan has been bullied because of his left eye. No matter what unfortunate event occurs, it always ends up being his fault. Even his own mother treats him like an animal.

He has suffered a lot, learned to endure, but because he no longer shouts when being beaten, people see him more as a monster, because only monsters do not feel pain.

Even his name is called Dog. He seems like a natural beast.

Ironically, everyone who has seen his eyes, including An Chun, is the only one who treats him as a normal person.

Yin Yuchan did not stare at the sunlight for long, quickly averted his gaze, and as usual, put on his Four Symbols mask.

He tucked away his handkerchief, picked up the dirty clothes on the ground, and headed towards the outer disciples courtyard along the stone path.

He was thinking that if Jing Yangyu really intervened in the matter of the Yin Yang Fish, then the outer sect should handle it today.

Thinking of this matter, Yin Yuchan couldnt help but think of An Chun. Thinking of An Chun made the expression under his mask naturally soften.

Even though An Chun unexpectedly appeared and helped with the Yin Yang Fish matter, disrupting Yin Yuchans plans, he liked it. He liked An Chun getting involved in his affairs, no matter how it would end.

Yin Yuchan did not know that An Chun had stayed with him all night last night until the morning mist took her away, otherwise, he would have been overjoyed.

As An Chun was carried away by the wind, she was in a daze for a while before returning to her own body.

She woke up at the bottom of the Cleansing Spirit Pool, opened her eyes, and quickly got up against the pool wall. At this moment, the sunlight shone into the Cleansing Spirit Pool, casting a warm yellow hue on the mist.

An Chun wiped the water off her face, looked around, and in the empty forbidden area, besides the lingering mist, there was only her.

A sense of indescribable loneliness surged in An Chuns heart. For so many years, every time she briefly regained consciousness like this, she always hoped to see someone, even if it was just a spiritual beast.

But spiritual beasts couldnt approach the forbidden area, and as a treasure of the sect, the Cleansing Spirit Pool could not be trespassed. She could only continue waking up like this, alone, and then sleep in solitude.

An Chun couldnt help but think of the Mirror of Fate, where she saw her future self. Fate seemed to show its sinister fangs to An Chun from the moment she dared to reach out and save the child about to be engulfed by the demons den.

An Chun lay on the edge of the pool, and every time she thought of what she saw in the Mirror of Fate, she felt as if she had fallen into an icy lake, with a piercing cold that refused to leave any bone unscathed, freezing her flesh and blood, and chilling her soul.

Dang!

Just as An Chun was melancholically lying on the edge of the pool, suddenly something hit the pool wall with a crisp sound.

An Chun looked down and saw the exquisite necklace around her neck.

She lowered her head and reached out to touch the necklace, vaguely recalling that her mother had put this necklace on her yesterday when she was in pain repairing her spiritual mansion.

An Chun felt the golden package and jade on the necklace with her hand, and the densely packed runes emitted warm spiritual light under her touch.

This spiritual light seemed to physically entwine An Chuns fingers, penetrate her skin and meridians, and then slowly enter her spiritual mansion.

An Chun followed the spiritual light to explore her meridians and spiritual mansion, and then froze on the spot.

How... how is this possible?!

Her stiff and cracked meridians have fully recovered, even the cracks above her spiritual mansion have been repaired almost completely!

Yan Chun was so excited that she cried tears of joy, but she didnt dare to immediately indulge in the fantasy that this time it was truly successful. She held her breath, waiting to see when her mended spiritual mansion would crack again.

As moments passed, an hour passed, Yan Chun roughly estimated the time based on the daylight. Every time she cautiously probed her spiritual mansion, she found not only no cracks but a slow healing process taking place.

Her parents had truly found a way to treat her!

Yan Chun was overjoyed to the point of near madness. Even ants struggle to survive; no one wants to die. At this moment, as her hope of being reduced to ashes by the Soul Mirror was slowly rekindled within the gradually healing spiritual mansion.

Haha, hahaha, hahahaha! Yan Chun laughed like a madwoman in sheer delight, knowing she was alone and her voice couldnt penetrate the barriers outside.

Yan Chun, like a drowning moth, splashed happily in the Cleansing Spirit Pool for a while. She realized that despite her excitement and vigorous movements, her spiritual mansion continued to heal without any signs of cracking again. It was then that Yan Chun completely believed that she was going to recover!

To hell with the Soul Mirror!

To hell with the Soul Mirror that nearly destroyed her!

Maybe the Soul Mirror of the Hengjue Sect is just nonsense. After all, cultivators who have seen the Soul Mirror either died or went insane. Yet, Yan Chun not only didnt die or go mad, she also discovered that the Soul Mirror was completely inaccurate!

The Soul Mirror reflected her shattered and irreparable spiritual mansion, her lonely descent from the mountain in the heavy snow, and her blood-stained front.

It showed her beloved senior martial brother falling out of love with her and falling for a woman who resembled her. Isnt this all nonsense?

Her parents loved each other deeply, and she was their only child all these years. In the world of cultivation filled with handsome men and beautiful women, although she was not inferior, she was never at the top. No one would stay youthful looking like her.

By overturning the first two so-called fates, the idea that her parents would die in the Demon Domain while seeking a way to restore her spiritual mansion became even more unbelievable!

Yan Chun felt as if a huge stone that had been weighing on her heart for years had been lifted, and the sword named Lone Star of Heavens Wrath that pierced through her chest was pulled out.

Tears streamed down her face as years of worries, fears, pain, and despair slowly and irreversibly dissipated with the healing of her spiritual mansion.

Yan Chun wiped her face fiercely. The midday sunlight reflected in the pool, shining on her previously bloodless but now rosy lips, as if a touch of spring had been added to a landscape painting, making Yan Chun suddenly come alive.

Jing Yangyu entered the Cleansing Spirit Pool and witnessed this scene. It was as if he had traveled back to over a decade ago when his junior martial sister accompanied him down the mountain for training, playing in the mountain stream despite being able to use purification spells.

At that moment, Yan Chun was just like now, fresh and lovely, like an unmistakable bright color, like an annoying yet extremely charming spring breeze, prying open Jing Yangyus firm Dao heart with a gap named Junior Sister Yan Chun.

From then on, on Jing Yangyus path to seeking immortality, there was an additional Yan Chun who stirred his emotions.

Youre awake... Jing Yangyu was momentarily a bit flustered, even forgot to use teleportation spells, and ran directly to the edge of the pool, squatting down, holding Yan Chun who was about to climb out of the pool, saying, Dont come out, you still need to stay in there for a few more days.

Elder Brother... Elder Brother! Yan Chun excitedly grabbed Jing Yangyus arm, pulled him down, hooked her arms around his neck, and hugged him tightly.

My spiritual palace! My spiritual palace is starting to recover!

Elder Brother, Im better, Im better!

I hahaha... Im finally better, sob sob... Yan Chun hugged Jing Yangyu, happily jumping in the Cleansing Spirit Pool, crying and laughing.

Jing Yangyu half-knelt by the pool, also affected by Yan Chuns emotions. On his usually inscrutable face, a hint of relief and tenderness appeared. He hugged Yan Chun back, closed his eyes, and buried his head in Yan Chuns neck.

But soon he stiffened because the collar on Yan Chuns neck rubbed against Jing Yangyus chin uncontrollably brought to his mind another silver collar and a face very similar to Yan Chuns wearing that collar.

Before Jing Yangyu saw Yan Chun, he was with that person. Jing Yangyu thought of her lying in bed, her thin shoulders seemingly unable to bear indescribable pain, trembling delicately.

Yet she still pretended to be strong, affectionately smiling and calling out to him, Elder Brother...

Elder Brother... The voice seemed to echo in his ears.

Elder Brother? Yan Chun patted Jing Yangyus face.

Jing Yangyu suddenly snapped back to reality.

Yan Chun had a look of curiosity and amusement on her face. Although the signs of illness had not completely faded, she shone brightly like a withered tree sprouting new branches. What are you thinking about?