Chapter 1388: Chapter 1392: The Seven Emotions
In fact, when Jiang Xuan held his hand and led him into this secluded forest, Zhu Minglang actually thought of Wei Xian’s experience.
The demon cultivator Sixth Lady had drawn Wei Xian in step by step just like this.
Zhu Minglang still held a certain degree of suspicion about Jiang Xuan, thinking that she might be Empress Luoxiang, deliberately luring him to this place.
Yet, after reaching this point, Jiang Xuan still didn’t show any demonic nature. It was only then that Zhu Minglang realized she was simply a passionate and free-spirited girl, unwilling to miss an opportunity with soone she fancied.
This left Zhu Minglang in a particularly awkward position; he had clearly followed her here, only to end up having to push her away in the end.
“Then stay with a little longer—until the moon sets behind the secluded mountains. Can you?” Jiang Xuan asked.
Zhu Minglang glanced up at the bright moon, which was already starting to tilt westward.
He nodded. Though he felt a peculiar unease in his heart, he didn’t know how to respond otherwise.
As they strolled slowly, Jiang Xuan began recounting the joyful monts of her past, filled with ordinary, small details. She was no different from most girls. Yet, from how she described it, Zhu Minglang could imagine those warm, unforgettable scenes.
She spoke continuously, deeply imrsed in her story.
Zhu Minglang didn’t interrupt her; he rely noticed that her palm was no longer as warm as before, likely due to the night chill in the mountain forest.
The moon sank behind the secluded mountains. Jiang Xuan still seed to have many beautiful stories she hadn’t shared. Yet, when Zhu Minglang looked at her face again, he suddenly noticed that her cheeks appeared to be covered in a layer of frost. Even her lips were pale, drained of color!
Shocked, Zhu Minglang stared at her and finally realized that Jiang Xuan’s body was in a frost-stricken state. Despite it being a midsumr night, despite her earlier fiery enthusiasm, she had now beco cold as ice—the kind of cold that felt lifeless and devoid of vitality!
“Jiang Xuan, your body…” Zhu Minglang halted his steps.
“This is my last day. I’m so glad you walked it with ,” Jiang Xuan said with a smile, her sparkling eyes filled with delicate sorrow.
Before Zhu Minglang could fully grasp the chilling aning of her words, Jiang Xuan’s body suddenly beca as weightless as a piece of paper, gently drifting downward.
A life as fleeting as the bloom of an epiphyllum.
A fragnt of soul abandoned in the mortal world.
She was incomplete, destined never to live past the age of twenty.
The matter of Empress Luoxiang had misled Zhu Minglang all along, so much so that he had never used his Divine Sense to examine Jiang Xuan’s lifespan.
As a god, simply focusing could reveal that Jiang Xuan’s lifespan had long been exhausted. She was born like an epheral flower—at the peak of her brilliance yet destined to fade swiftly.
This was the last day of her life.
King Jiang was actually holding a joyful yet somber funeral for her.
…
Zhu Minglang carried Jiang Xuan back to the palace.
King Jiang had already been waiting there for quite so ti; he clearly had known all along.
“I thought she wouldn’t choose anyone,” King Jiang said as he looked at Zhu Minglang, forcing out a smile.
“What happened back then?” Zhu Minglang asked.
“She is the Weaver Girl, the goddess who oversees mortal love. But what about her own love—who was there to oversee it?” King Jiang replied.
“Sotis, Heaven acts more recklessly than the mortals it governs,” Zhu Minglang remarked.
Upon hearing this observation, King Jiang smiled.
“Many people believed the story I told was fabricated, that I was trying to associate myself with the Weaver Star. But it’s true—she did co to the mortal realm in her youth and befriended . The eight emperors lusted after her beauty, seeking to possess her. I, however, understood that she was from the Immortal Court—far beyond the reach of us mortal rulers,” King Jiang said.
Zhu Minglang followed King Jiang as he gently placed the now-departed Jiang Xuan onto the woven Orchid Boat. When Zhu Minglang first saw it upon arriving, he had thought it was rely a piece of artistry, never realizing it was Jiang Xuan’s prepared coffin.
As he looked at Zhu Minglang tenderly placing Jiang Xuan down, King Jiang continued recounting the events of that ti: “Among the eight emperors, there was one who worshipped demon cultivators, regarding the Kirin Demon, Dragon Mada, and Fox Woman as supre divinities. To detain the Weaver Girl, the eight emperors relied on these so-called sacred gods to implent an ensnarent spell upon her.”
“So one of the Weaver Star’s fragnts was trapped in the mortal realm?” Zhu Minglang asked.
“Exactly. Back then, she was inexperienced with the ways of the world, nearly eting her untily demise here. The eight emperors, driven by their malice, collaborated with demon cultivators to leave the Weaver Star no escape. In the end, she had to leave behind one fragnt to secure her return to the Immortal Court,” King Jiang said.
“You have been carefully guarding this fragnt all along, which you referred to as your younger sister Jiang Xuan?” Zhu Minglang said.
“Indeed. I’ve been constructing temples over the years, hoping that one day, she might unintentionally glance back to this place when looking toward the mortal realm. This way, Jiang Xuan might find a good resting place. But she ascended higher and higher, adored by countless followers. Our faint presence was drowned in the tide of devotion, our voices lost to her ears…” King Jiang sighed softly.
Many people cope with devastating losses by choosing to forget the pain protectively. The Weaver Star descended upon the mortal realm with high hopes, only to be treacherously ambushed by the eight malicious emperors and deceitful demon cultivators. Barely escaping with her life, she abandoned a fragnt of her soul and fled in haste back to the Heavenly Court.
She must have been deeply anguished, thoroughly disillusioned with humanity…
Now Zhu Minglang understood. The Weaver Star, revered as one of the most respected gods, was indifferent to the mortal realm.
Her nature must have undergone a profound transformation during that calamity.
She continued her cultivation despite the loss of one fragnt, using unparalleled resolve and faith. She did indeed gain fa across Jun Tian and even achieved the qualifications to ascend to the Sun Crown.
But ascending to the Sun Crown—this missing fragnt hindered her greatly.
And yet, she herself was unaware of the source of the problem.
“No matter what, I’ve fulfilled my mission,” King Jiang remarked with a bitter smile before removing the small glass vial hanging from Jiang Xuan’s neck.
This vial clearly contained Jiang Xuan’s soul—the Weaver Star’s lost fragnt.
To mortals, a god’s soul could serve as a complete spirit, but its lifespan extended no further than twenty years.
With Jiang Xuan peacefully passing away, this fragnt would soon return to the Heavenly Court, reuniting with the Weaver Star’s essence.
King Jiang handed the vial to Zhu Minglang and said, “You were the one she chose. If possible, please return this to the Weaver Star.”
“Alright, I will,” Zhu Minglang nodded.
King Jiang sat nearby.
He gazed at Jiang Xuan, lying quietly on the Orchid Boat, his expression carrying a faint, peaceful smile, as if he were watching over a loved one. To King Jiang, perhaps Jiang Xuan represented a complete and precious life. The Weaver Girl who descended to the mortal realm was rely a fleeting visitor.
Zhu Minglang could see that King Jiang loved Jiang Xuan deeply, reluctant to let her leave this world. Whether romantic or familial, to King Jiang, Jiang Xuan was the one with blood, flesh, and soul…
He smiled, as if relieved. Perhaps now that the Weaver Star’s missing fragnt had departed from Jiang Xuan’s body, this Jiang Xuan felt truly his alone.
King Jiang had protected her well.
No matter his own struggles, his own glory or ruin.
The story within the temple might have been fabricated…
But the true tale was even more heart-wrenching.
It was as though the entirety of human emotions—joy, anger, sorrow, hatred, love, and desire—had been vividly displayed in this chapter of King Jiang and the Weaver Girl’s story.
To preserve this unblemished strand of love often ant being pulled into a maelstrom of endless strife!
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