Chapter 591: Over the Line
She opened her mouth, unsure how to articulate her complex feelings, thinking the white bear demon's description was an exaggeration. But a sharp pain in her back seemed to respond to her thoughts, intensifying. Fortunately, Ye Wenxin was still on the bear's back, preventing any embarrassing mishaps. She feigned drunkenness, finding the soft ride surprisingly sleep-inducing.
Such comfort only an animal could provide, yet she felt she was forgetting something crucial.
It seemed she had promised something...
Half-asleep, Ye Wenxin turned over as the white bear continued recounting the lesser-known tales of the Peach Blossom Immortal. The stories were mostly romantic conquests, typical of harem tales, yet fascinating due to their historical context.
The Immortal inspired many to seek unions with other races, but due to inherent conflicts, difficult births were the least of their problems.
Some were devoured by their unborn, leaving only husks that became malevolent threats. Such incidents led the continent's sole dynasty to issue an extermination order to eliminate all hybrids.
Yet the forbidden only became more enticing, leading to the rise of demon sects that cultivated hybrids to menace humanity. The immortals and the dynasty fought back, eradicating hybrids and declaring them capital crimes, spreading fear of their dangers.
From then on, education reinforced these notions, and dynastic propaganda vilified hybrids, cementing the current disdain.
Ye Wenxin, hearing this, thought of Liu Churan, ghost fetuses, zombies, and soul callers-were they remnants of this history? They hadn't vanished but awaited a chance to resurface and change things.
She sighed, and the white bear sighed too.
"What are you sighing about, Ye Cultivator?"
"What about you, Bear Sister?"
They exchanged cryptic smiles, each pondering different things.
Finally, Ye Wenxin was taken back to her room, admonished to rest by the demons. She pretended to be tipsy, lying in bed, reflecting on the fish-man incident, sighing again.
Instead of sleep, her mind raced with thoughts. Unable to rest, Ye Wenxin sat up, her graceful back exposed, with only the vibrant bloom of peach blossoms remaining.
"Who are you? Is the one you wait for the Peach Blossom Immortal?" Naturally, the peach blossom spirit offered no response, and Ye Wenxin had grown accustomed to its presence. It absorbed her power but did nothing else.
Yet this very passivity unnerved Ye Wenxin, feeling her life intertwined too closely with the Immortal's. It seemed all these connections and possessions were fatefully arranged.
"Damn fate, can't I just be a villain in peace?" Ye Wenxin muttered, pulling out her homemade spirit wine to drink herself to sleep, lest her mind wander too far.
As the alcohol took hold, she belatedly recalled something important unfinished that night.
"Right, I promised Yue'er I'd appear..." she muttered before falling asleep.
