86 - A Farewell to Mr. Luo

### Chapter 86 Bai Fan was on the brink of death, grievously injured but stubbornly hanging on. She had endured the tribulation and couldn't afford to let her effort go to waste by succumbing to her injuries now. He Yiman watched Bai Fan’s condition in a state of helplessness, at a complete loss about what to do. She, after all, was merely a mortal. While she could battle others, healing them was beyond her capability. Hesitantly, she asked, "Do you need any specific elixirs?" Bai Fan lay on the ground with her eyes lowered, still transformed into her original form. She had forgotten everything due to her severe injuries. Any slight movement caused her scales to fall off, revealing horrifying wounds underneath. "Anything will do." Bai Fan wasn’t even sure herself which elixirs she needed. She had never studied them closely; the most she had taken were basic elixirs for cultivation and breath adjustment. She figured that in her current, so direly injured state, any healing elixir should prove helpful. He Yiman opened her storage bag, taking out all her elixirs. She selected those that aided in healing and poured them into her hand, feeding them to Bai Fan one by one. Bai Fan swallowed the disordered mix of elixirs with difficulty and, feeling utterly exhausted, decided to wait for her body to gradually heal. At this moment, Mingzhu jumped down from above, looking apprehensively at He Yiman. "What did you feed her?" she demanded angrily. She reached out to pry open Bai Fan's mouth, but Bai Fan turned her head aside to avoid her. "Don't touch me." "Night River," Mingzhu called out with distress, feeling wronged. Being separated from her loved one for over ten thousand years and seeing another woman by their side now had already stirred sorrow in her heart. Fearing Bai Fan might be harmed by anything from He Yiman only made it worse. "Please, leave me alone. I need some quiet." He Yiman, observing the interaction between Bai Fan and Mingzhu, silently gathered her elixirs and sat on the side, pretending not to notice Mingzhu. She was obligated only to accompany Bai Fan, not this sudden intruder. "Night River." Bai Fan did not respond further and closed her eyes, beginning to regulate her breathing. The mixed elixirs started to take effect, slowly healing her internal injuries, and stopping the bleeding from her wounds. Given time, she should regain her ability to move normally. Seeing that Bai Fan was ignoring her, Mingzhu became furious and teary-eyed. She pouted with anger, "The Night River I knew would never be like this." "I told you, I am not Night River." Bai Fan sighed inwardly. She had pondered the likelihood of such confusion arising, especially after her successful tribulation when the memories involving the Dragon Essence started flooding back. The special symbol, the unique scroll containing the symbol, and the pink-dressed maiden with a sword—it had been a series of fateful coincidences that led her to mistake Bai Fan for Night River after releasing Mingzhu from her seal. But the real Night River had long died, leaving behind mere memories. How was she supposed to tell Mingzhu that the person she had waited for over ten thousand years was no longer alive? Even if Bai Fan, a woman, insisted otherwise, Mingzhu obstinately believed she was Night River. Mingzhu clenched her fists stubbornly, wiping her tears away. "It doesn't matter. You broke the seal, so you are Night River. Even if you don't remember me, you are still Night River. The Grand Master said only Night River could break the seal. It doesn’t matter if you deny it; you won't get rid of me that easily." Bai Fan was too tired to argue further. She continued to recuperate, focusing on the healing process. Slowly but surely, her grievous wounds healed, and calm settled over the area. He Yiman closed her eyes and leaned against the wall, while Mingzhu stood, glaring at He Yiman's face. Mingzhu questioned why she was any less appealing. She was, after all, strikingly beautiful and charming, even more so than He Yiman. Why, then, did Night River treat He Yiman with such favor? Could it be that Night River liked the game of hard-to-get? Contemplating this, Mingzhu wondered if her overt eagerness had been off-putting. She quickly dried her tears, discarded her vulnerable demeanor, and tried to emulate He Yiman's stoic expression. However, she clearly struggled, looking more like a child imitating an adult. Meanwhile, miles away, the North Continent’s cultivators who had fled earlier stopped to catch their breath. "We should be safe now, right?" Another cultivator beside him shook his head. "Humph, that woman was truly shameless, trying to keep all the benefits to herself. We can’t allow her to enjoy this alone. Spread the word about North Continent harboring a flood dragon. I can't believe there isn't anyone who wouldn't be tempted. Let's also ensure the magic cultivators from South Continent hear this." Another cultivator hesitated. "Isn’t that dangerous? If the magic cultivators come north, others might find out and we risk our lives." "We'll do it quietly. No need for us to get directly involved. We just have to get to Loulan and someone there will spread the news." With a calculating gleam in their eyes, the escaped cultivators headed towards Loulan, the sole city in the North Continent and its gem. It remained untouched due to a powerful master guarding it, ensuring the city's peace. After half a day resting at the bottom of the pit, Bai Fan finally regained some mobility. She stood up, shifting into her human form, significantly shrinking in size, making the pit much more spacious. "Let's go. The longer we stay, the more likely we’ll be found." Though she was pale and looked almost transparent, drained of blood, Bai Fan managed to stand. Mingzhu initially wanted to rush and hug her, but seeing He Yiman rise, she reminded herself to maintain a cool, indifferent demeanor. Bai Fan, about to speak with He Yiman, noticed Mingzhu's stern, turned-away face and was puzzled. Why was her expression so changeable, like the weather in April? She had been crying moments ago, but now looked aloof. Nonetheless, it was preferable to being clingy. Turning to He Yiman, Bai Fan said, "Let's go." She and He Yiman leaped out of the pit, retrieved the storage and beast bags from the dream realm, and released the large gray heron inside. The heron, relishing its return to the ground, chirped happily, rubbing its head against Bai Fan’s hand. She smiled softly, patting its head. "Old friend, we need your help. Fly slower; I'm injured." "Gah!" With that, Bai Fan hopped onto the heron's back, a rare smile crossing her pale face. She looked at He Yiman. "Get on." He Yiman frowned. "Are you sure you're okay?" Bai Fan shook her head. "I'll manage." Nodding, He Yiman lightly jumped onto the heron's back, sitting behind Bai Fan. As the heron prepared to take off, Mingzhu shouted. "Where are you going?" Bai Fan turned, "Leaving this place." "Why didn’t you wait for me?" "Mingzhu, we don’t share the same path." Mingzhu grew furious upon hearing this. She had planned to play hard to get, but now they were trying to leave her behind. She couldn’t bear it, and her true nature immediately showed. "No way, I’m coming too!" "But there isn't enough room," Bai Fan replied. "Moreover, Mingzhu, we're not headed in the same direction. You’re free to go anywhere now that we’ve left the underground palace." "I’m not going anywhere. Wherever Night River goes, that's where I'll be." Without waiting for Bai Fan's response, Mingzhu lifted her robe and ran to the side of the great gray heron. She grabbed the heron, which was about to take flight, stepped on its wing, and settled herself in Bai Fan's lap, gripping the heron's neck feathers firmly. Stubbornly seated in front and refusing to let go, the poor heron squawked miserably, being pulled and stepped on. It gave a few plaintive cries toward Bai Fan. Bai Fan wanted to say something but couldn’t find the words. Eventually, with a resigned sigh, she patted the heron’s head and handed it an elixir. Only then did the heron flap its wings in satisfaction and take to the sky, though it struggled with the weight of three people, its wings flapping nearly twice as fast as usual. Once the heron flew far away, another group of cultivators arrived, observing the large crater on the ground. "It seems the rumors were true. Someone did undergo tribulation here." ※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※ New CP story, double rebirth in the entertainment industry, "The Whole World Wants Us to Remarry." A rebirth story. Delicate and comfortable writing style. If you’re interested, check it out and remember to get some sleep; the author should also sleep and wake up early. Mo Han is an internationally famous actress, but no one knows that she has been married to her manager for ten years. After silently sacrificing behind the scenes for years, Ji Qian Ning finally realized that no matter how hard she tried, that high and mighty woman would never love her. If given another chance, she swore she’d find herself again and never fall for Mo Han. On the day of the divorce, Ji Qian Ning was reborn. Time rewound to the very first day they met. Location: Mo Han’s home. Ji Qian Ning, dressed, was about to leave. Mo Han caught her. "Leaving so soon?" Ji Qian Ning calmly pulled out a thick stack from her wallet and sarcastically said, "Sorry, I forgot about this." Mo Han glanced at it, her expression vaguely amused, "It’s too much." Ji Qian Ning: "???" Without another word, Mo Han kissed her. I still have feelings for you, but I just won’t admit it (Ji Qian Ning) X I’ve always had feelings for you, but you keep saying I don’t (Mo Han) One vehemently denies feelings, while the other is stubbornly prideful. In a past life, fate kept us apart. In this life, I want to grow old with you. Previous Chapter Table of Contents Next Chapter ### Back to Home Computer Version Bookshelf Complete Novels List Popular Novels