flstandardbreds Chapter 305
Chapter 305
Just by listening to it, you know that it is something that cannot be accomplished in three hours.
Nalan Jingwen still agreed. She didn't dare to stop for a moment. She used her Xuan power to push her speed to the limit. The wind was like a sharp blade that cut across her cheeks, making her feel painful. The surrounding scenery rushed past her quickly, so fast that she couldn't see it at all. Only a blur remained, which suddenly passed by without leaving any trace.
If you were to ask her why she went to such lengths, the truth is that, on a grander scale, Ah Nian's life or death concerns the cooperation between the two countries, and she should have been more dedicated. But to put it bluntly, even if the cooperation between the two countries were to fail, Nalan Fengxing wouldn't blame her. Moreover, with Ah Nian dead, Baiji has completely collapsed and is leaderless, and the court is embroiled in endless internal strife. Invading at this time would be most opportune. Nalan Fengxing is not without ambition, and Nalan Jingwen has no reason to go to such lengths for a prince from another country.
Why is that?
Is it because of responsibility?
Or is it because of something else?
Originally, finding him a doctor and taking care of him along the way was already the best they could do for the cooperation between the two countries. But now, they are going to cross mountains and rivers, and even risk their lives, to find a life-saving herb. What is the purpose of this?
To be honest, Nalan Jingwen herself couldn't explain why. If she had to give an answer, she would say: "I did what I wanted to do."
There's no reason; I just did what I felt like.
Actually, the journey wasn't too difficult. At least she didn't have to exert too much effort to find the canyon that Aman had mentioned, and after passing through the mist and thorns, she accurately found the Changqing River.
But the Changqing River was not as small as she had imagined. It covered almost the entire center of the valley, stretching as far as the eye could see. The water was dark and deep, revealing its immense depth. It was like a bottomless whirlpool, inspiring fear at first glance.
There was no life in the river, it was like a stagnant pool, without the slightest ripple.
The area around the river was covered with lush wild grass and various plants, full of vitality, as if they had absorbed all the nutrients and were growing upwards recklessly, almost as tall as Nalan Jingwen. Their vitality was terrifying.
Just from this, one can guess how many bones must be buried at the bottom of the river to allow the vegetation around the river to grow so lushly.
It is said that people have a natural fear of the unknown, but Nalan Jingwen did not hesitate at all. He took off his cumbersome coat, casually threw it on the bank, and then jumped into the river. Water splashed, and the calm, stagnant water finally rippled, spreading out in circles, but in a short while, it slowly returned to calm.
The world in the river was just as Nalan Jingwen had imagined: visibility was extremely low, it was pitch black, nothing could be seen clearly, it was extremely oppressive, and nothing could be heard except for a series of buzzing sounds.
If an ordinary person were to swim any deeper, they would lose their way and never be able to get out, drowning and being buried there.
Nalan Jingwen searched for a long time but could not find the spiritual spring that Aman had mentioned. The scenery in front of him had hardly changed, and there was not a trace of light. Like a headless fly, he could not find his way.
But this won't do. She already has limited time, and if she keeps running around like a headless fly, even if she eventually gets the herb, three hours will have already passed.
Nalan Jingwen stopped, closed his eyes, and gradually expanded the range of his divine sense. He held his breath and focused his mind, carefully scanning every inch, not daring to miss the slightest detail.
Time passed slowly, and her profound energy was also slowly dissipating. The river was too large, and the water made her extremely limited, so the search was extremely difficult.
After an unknown amount of time, Nalan Jingwen suddenly opened his eyes, as if locking onto a direction, and quickly and resolutely swam in that direction.
She detected a faint trace of spiritual energy, which was unusually prominent in the stagnant water.
But the closer she got, the more she felt something was wrong. Her body grew heavier and heavier, as if an invisible hand was dragging her to the deepest part, even gradually eroding her will and trying to make her give up the resistance.
Nalan Jingwen could only be more cautious, his whole body tense, to prevent his will from being compromised.
Suddenly, she saw something rapidly approaching her. In the blink of an eye, it was right in front of her, all white, like a cloud of white mist. Knowing the danger, she could not retreat and could only collide head-on with the white mist.
In an instant, everything around began to distort and change, as if time and space were reversed.
The scene before her finally stopped changing, and Nalan Jingwen felt her feet touch solid ground. She frowned and looked around, immediately recognizing where she was.
Holy area.
Her palace.
She finally understood why Aman had said that once you entered the Changqing River, there was no chance of survival.
Fantasy.
Those who enter the Changqing River either get lost in the river and can never get out, or their will is eroded and they are pulled into this illusion, never to wake up again, and eventually sleep here forever.
Nalan Jingwen stood still, calmly looking at the woman sitting on the high seat. Her eyebrows and eyes were familiar, her movements were familiar, everything was so familiar.
Who else could it be but the one from before?
But at that time she seemed really indifferent, as if she didn't care about anything, and there was very little that could arouse her emotions.
In fact, she has emotions and desires, but they are exceptionally faint. Now that she has been in the human world for a long time, her emotions and desires have been amplified, which has made her care about many people and things.
But actually, there's nothing wrong with it.
The woman seemed to be handling official business; the palace was quiet except for the sound of her turning the pages of a book.
Soon, a series of light footsteps sounded, accompanied by a fragrance—a very familiar scent.
Nalan Jingwen turned around and saw a flamboyant red figure rushing into the hall, bustling about, the bright red hem of her robe fluttering behind her, drawing a beautiful arc.
In her palace, there was only one person who could enter without announcing himself.
Chi Chenyi ran quickly to the woman's side, her tone tinged with reproach, "Awen, you've been busy for so long, you should take a rest."
The woman then looked up at him, but her gaze fell on his bare feet.
"And you're not wearing shoes."
His tone was calm, as if he were merely stating a fact, but Chi Chenyi subtly curved his lips into a smile, "Anyway, the Divine Realm is so clean, what difference does it make whether I wear it or not?"
The woman didn't speak, but somehow produced a pair of shoes and handed them to him. "Put them on."
Chi Chenyi resisted, "No."
Actually, he didn't wear shoes at first because he didn't like feeling restricted, but later he found that she would pay attention to him because of it, so he would always put on and take off his shoes, walking around barefoot in front of her, in order to make her care about him.
The woman was not angry at his refusal. She simply patted the spot next to her calmly. Seeing that he had achieved his goal, Chi Chenyi obediently sat down and offered her fair feet.
The woman seemed used to it, holding his feet in her palms and putting his shoes on for him.
Chi Chenyi looked at the woman's serious expression with her eyes lowered, and even though she had repeated this action countless times, he still felt a surge of joy in his heart.
He hates being restrained and prefers to be unrestrained and free.
But if it were her.
He was willing to do it.
Draw the ground as a prison.