Sheng Cai’er stood there quietly.
Her head lowered.
She said nothing.
It was as if all strength had been drawn out of her body.
Her figure looked especially thin.
Pitiful.
“Xuanye, you should go…”
“Don’t worry about me.”
Cai’er’s voice grew softer and softer.
It did not sound like a person speaking.
It sounded like a stray kitten letting out a faint whimper.
But she knew.
The “child” before her, Long Xuanye, was different from her.
The Saintess of Samsara had to undergo trials.
She had to sacrifice herself for humanity.
Sheng Cai’er did not understand.
Humanity.
Sacrifice.
She did not understand any of it.
But she had heard those words thousands upon thousands of times.
Long Xuanye was different.
He should live well.
He should be like her former self.
Cared for.
Protected.
Sheng Cai’er forced out a small smile.
“Xuanye, go.”
“I… Mom will be fine.”
She cried.
Only, even she did not notice it.
Tears simply rolled down her face and slowly fell.
Long Xuanye’s heart felt as if it had been stabbed.
He even ignored Sheng Cai’er’s strange way of addressing herself.
Before this, Long Xuanye had thought that although Cai’er was young, she possessed toughness far beyond ordinary people.
When she stood beside him, she even gave him a strange warmth and sense of safety.
Even he, a transmigrator with an adult mind, had been taken care of obediently by Cai’er.
But only now did he truly realize it.
She was still just a child.
A little girl who had suffered since childhood.
A little girl whose height was even shorter than the girls her age in Odin Town.
Long Xuanye looked at her thin back.
Then he smiled.
He turned to the white-robed assassin and calmly spoke.
“The Assassin Temple’s full cultivation?”
“I can feel your sincerity.”
The white-robed man let out a breath.
Good.
This kid still had some brains.
Only, in this situation…
He did not know what to say either.
The air inside the cave became strangely quiet.
Cai’er also said nothing.
But all three of them could hear someone crying in broken sobs.
Then Long Xuanye shook his head.
“Sorry.
I refuse.”
“I want to stay with Cai’er.”
“Where she goes, I go.”
The moment Long Xuanye finished speaking, the entire cave fell silent. Find the original chapter at g.com.
Sheng Cai’er’s body trembled slightly.
She raised her head and stared blankly at Long Xuanye.
As if she suspected that she had misheard.
“Xuanye…”
“Wait… no.”
“You have to agree.”
“Be good, okay…”
“This is wrong… Your talent should be properly cultivated.”
Sheng Cai’er clumsily played the role of a mother.
Actually, she did not know what talent was.
She only roughly understood that it was some terrifying curse.
Once touched by it, a person would suffer terribly.
Long Xuanye helplessly rubbed her head.
Cai’er stood still, feeling the warmth.
“It’s fine.”
“I know what I’m doing.”
“Cai’er, not everything has to be the correct choice.”
Ah?
Hm?
The small girl froze in place.
She did not quite understand.
So strange.
What was Long Xuanye doing?
He had made a wrong choice.
But how could that be allowed?
In Cai’er’s memories, everyone was always making the “correct” choice.
Her father would say, Cai’er, I’m sorry, for the glory of the family.
Her mother would say, Cai’er, forgive me, for the future of the Temple.
Grandfather, grandmother, elder brothers, elder sisters…
Every single one of them, when abandoning her, had told her a grand and extremely correct reason.
For humanity.
For the greater good.
For the happiness of more people.
They had all made the correct choice.
Only he would not.
A burning tear slid from her eye and hit the dusty ground, scattering a tiny puff of dust.
There had always been a voice in her heart asking.
If it was not correct, was it really not allowed?
Now, she knew.
It was allowed.
Even if it was not correct.
Because Long Xuanye would stand beside her.
The hand that had just loosened once again tightly gripped Long Xuanye’s palm.
Her grip was so strong that her knuckles turned pale.
Clang—
With a soft sound, a faintly glowing dagger was drawn from her sleeve and held in front of her.
“Why?”
The white-robed assassin frowned beneath the mask.
“Because we are family.”
Sheng Cai’er spoke.
The dagger reflected the girl’s eyes.
A layer of gray-black mist gradually covered them.
But they were no longer lost.
Hearing this, Long Xuanye nodded lightly.
Yes.
That was right.
Family.
That was it.
The Sheng Cai’er before him was no longer just a symbol from the fanfiction he had read in his previous life.
Not just a name.
Not just a heroine waiting to be saved.
She was like him.
An unlucky child abandoned by the world.
Homeless.
Since they both had nowhere to go, then they would become each other’s last place to return.
Family.
Almost at the same moment, the same thought quietly took root in their hearts in two completely different forms.
Sheng Cai’er thought: He is mine.
Just like we agreed earlier!
I will be Long Xuanye’s mother and protect him with everything I have.
Long Xuanye thought: After transmigrating, I ended up meeting a little unlucky child just like me.
Whether she is Sheng Cai’er or not no longer matters.
What matters is that from now on, she is my little sister.
I have to protect her with my life.
“Family?”
The white-robed assassin’s mouth twitched.
His gaze shifted slightly toward the sky.
He felt his eyes sting.
But very soon, his heart turned cold again.
“Naive.”
“Do you really think that if the two of you say no, I can’t take her away?”
I gave you face and humored you a little.
I let you choose, and you really chose?
Before his voice even faded, a terrifying aura exploded from his body!
The air in the entire cave seemed to freeze.
It became so heavy that breathing was difficult.
That was the pressure of an eighth-rank expert.
Vast as a mountain and sea.
It crashed down toward the two of them.
Sheng Cai’er’s face turned pale.
Even the hand holding the dagger began to tremble.
And at that moment—
Long Xuanye moved!
Without the slightest hesitation.
“Instant Step!”
Gold and black light flashed across his body.
His entire figure turned into an arrow leaving the string.
Ignoring the mountain-like pressure, he charged straight at the white-robed assassin!
A trace of surprise flashed in the white-robed assassin’s eyes.
“Not bad.
Admirable courage!”
He casually raised his hand.
A short blade condensed from spiritual power stabbed straight toward Long Xuanye’s heart.
However, the scene he expected did not happen.
Long Xuanye did not dodge.
He did not block.
He completely ignored the short blade aimed at his vital point.
His own fist carried unshakable resolve, wrapped in chaotic power, and smashed toward the other party’s face.
Life for life.
Injury for injury.
The white-robed assassin’s pupils suddenly shrank.
Madman!
He had only intended to force Long Xuanye back.
But the other party actually refused to dodge at all!
With the power of this boy’s attack, if it landed, he would probably…
Be completely unharmed.
But Long Xuanye would definitely die!