A terrifying killing intent, like a tangible wave, slammed into the white-robed man.
His entire body felt as if it had been struck by lightning.
He froze on the spot, unable to move.
The white-robed man was completely stunned.
He was an eighth-rank expert.
Yet before this power, he felt as insignificant as an ant.
The power of the Samsara Holy Sword!
That was a power strong enough to judge gods and demons.
Who would dare face its edge?
He did not dare take another step forward.
But that boy was covered in wounds.
If he was not treated soon, then…
The white-robed man was anxious, yet helpless.
Sheng Cai’er no longer paid attention to him.
She lowered her head and looked tenderly at the unconscious Long Xuanye in her arms.
Her small hand gently pressed against his chest.
Buzz—
Strands of visible silver light flowed out from her body, turning into the purest life energy and slowly entering Long Xuanye’s body.
That was the power of the Samsara Spiritual Stove.
As the power was transferred, her already pale face became even more transparent, as if she might disappear at any moment.
But the terrifying wounds on Long Xuanye’s body healed at an astonishing speed.
In the unseen world, the Samsara Holy Sword let out a joyful hum, as if approving her actions.
Within Long Xuanye’s blurred consciousness, he seemed to hear the sound of some kind of shackle breaking.
On the system panel, the number representing his talent quietly jumped from “99” to “100.”
Perfect.
Only, the reward he had fought desperately to obtain still lay quietly in the depths of his sea of consciousness, waiting for the moment he truly woke up.
The white-robed man stood to the side, helplessly watching this scene.
“Your Highness, why go this far…”
He let out a long sigh.
His gaze landed on Long Xuanye’s face again.
There was no longer any scrutiny in his eyes.
Only pure respect remained.
To make Her Highness the Saintess treat him like this…
This boy was not ordinary.
Or rather, he had never been ordinary.
The forest fell into dead silence.
Only the sound of wind brushing through treetops remained, along with the occasional bird call in the distance.
Golden sunlight pierced through layer upon layer of leaves and turned into mottled spots of light, gently falling down.
The light wrapped around the wolf corpses in the pool of blood and the two young figures embracing each other.
Their clothes were ragged.
Their bodies were covered in blood and filth.
Their thin frames looked as if they would collapse with one gust of wind.
But in the end, the two of them were facing the sunlight.
The white-robed man stood quietly.
In the end, he sighed again.
Forget it.
His gaze fell on Sheng Cai’er.
The power of Samsara that had been enough to shake his mind was retreating like the tide.
This girl was still far from being able to control the true power of the Spiritual Stove.
The eruption just now was only instinct born from desperation, mixed with resonance from the Holy Sword.
When this boy woke up, once it was confirmed that he was fine, he had to take Her Highness the Saintess away.
The white-robed man had a headache over this.
At that time, Her Highness the Saintess would be powerless to resist.
But she would definitely be hurt again.
As for this boy called Long Xuanye…
He had not even awakened his Internal Spiritual Power.
Naturally, he could not stir up any waves.
Only…
A trace of pity appeared in the white-robed man’s eyes.
“Your Highness, the warmth you felt may be about to end.”
“Once you return to that place, you will fall into endless hell again.”
“But there is no way.”
“For humanity’s future, this is your fate.”
…
Long Xuanye’s consciousness slowly floated up from endless darkness.
There was no expected intense pain.
Instead, warmth flowed through his limbs and bones, so comfortable that he almost wanted to sink into it forever.
At the tip of his nose lingered the faint fragrance of dry grass, mixed with a unique scent that belonged to a young girl.
Clean.
Pleasant.
Long Xuanye struggled to lift his heavy eyelids.
His blurry vision gradually became clear.
What entered his eyes was a familiar, uneven rock wall.
This was…
The cave where he usually hid?
A trace of surprise rose in his heart.
Should this place not be damp and dark, piled with miscellaneous items, and carrying a faint moldy smell?
But now…
Under him was a thick, soft pile of dry grass, completely blocking the cave’s coldness and dampness.
The cave floor had been swept clean.
There was not even an extra piece of gravel.
His broken dagger and another intact blade had both been wiped clean and neatly placed at the side.
Not far away, a small campfire was burning.
The orange-red flames quietly flickered, driving away the cold inside the cave and making soft crackling sounds.
Everything was unbelievably orderly.
Long Xuanye struggled, wanting to sit up.
The moment he moved, a thin shadow drifted over.
A cool little hand pressed on his shoulder.
The movement was very light.
The hand was soft and comfortable.
He raised his head and met a pair of clear purple eyes.
She silently shook her head, signaling him not to move.
Then the girl picked up a stone bowl warmed beside the fire.
Inside was beast meat porridge, cooked until soft and steaming with an inviting aroma.
She used a sharpened wooden spoon to scoop up a spoonful, gently blew on it, then brought it to his mouth.
Long Xuanye was a little dazed.
He wanted to speak.
He wanted to ask about the white-robed man from before.
He wanted to ask about the impossible recovery of his injuries.
He wanted to ask her…
But Sheng Cai’er only looked at him with focus.
His reflection was in her purple eyes.
Her expression clearly said, eat.
He could only open his mouth and swallow the warm meat porridge.
Warmth slid down his throat and entered his stomach, quickly spreading through his limbs and bones, driving away the last bit of weakness in his body.
One spoonful.
Then another.
Sheng Cai’er fed him patiently.
She said nothing.
As if only this one thing in the world was worth doing.
Long Xuanye’s gaze unconsciously swept across the corner of the cave.
Near the cave entrance leaned two smooth little wooden sticks.
Their tops had been carefully wrapped with vines, clearly for easier grip.
Those were…
Crutches prepared for him?
A strange feeling spread through Long Xuanye’s heart.
The entire time, he was like a baby who had lost the ability to move, arranged neatly and clearly by someone else.
He could not even insert a complete sentence.
This…
Was this Sheng Cai’er?
The Sheng Cai’er in his memory should not be like this.
In the original work, it had always been Long Haochen taking care of her, protecting her, and rescuing her from endless darkness and slaughter.
No.
Long Xuanye suddenly realized how ridiculous he was.
He had forgotten.
This girl had been abandoned in the wilderness at the age of three.
When it came to wilderness survival, this little girl was the real expert.
Starting fires.
Finding food.
Treating wounds.
Searching for safe shelters.
Which of these was she not better at than a transmigrator who had only struggled in the wild for half a month?
His so-called care was only his one-sided assumption, relying on the soul of an adult.
Before her, he was the one who needed to be cared for.
The bowl of porridge was soon empty.
Sheng Cai’er put down the stone bowl and picked up a clean piece of beast hide, carefully wiping the corner of his mouth.
After finishing all of this, she sat quietly at the side and looked at him, as if confirming whether he needed anything else.