Douluo: Why is Qian Renxue not in love anymore?

Chapter 61: Death of Du Gubo (3)

Qian Renxue stared at Du Gubo's slowly falling figure, a trace of determination and firmness flashed in her golden eyes. She took a deep breath, turned to look at Li Muyun, and said, "This time it's all thanks to you."

Li Muyun sighed softly and looked at Du Gubo's gradually fading figure with complicated eyes. The scene was like the last fallen leaf in the autumn wind, sad and resolute.

Li Muyun gently stroked the non-existent dust on his collar, and said in a sincere and calm tone: "Don't be polite to me, helping you is what I should do."

After saying this, he turned to look at Yue Guan.

"Senior Chrysanthemum Douluo," Li Muyun spoke slowly, with a bit of respect and urgency in his voice, "Except for the three immortal herbs of Acacia Heartbroken Red, Qiluo Tulip and Narcissus Jade Muscle Bone, which are what I need, the rest are left to you. These immortal herbs can greatly enhance the strength of the Spirit Hall. My suggestion is that you take the Qirong Tongtian Chrysanthemum yourself, and give the Crystal Blood Dragon Ginseng to Senior Guangling. Then there will be Snake Spear Douluo and Thorny Porpoise Douluo. As the saying goes, whoever sees it gets a share. There are not many immortal herbs, and only a few people can share them."

Yue Guan asked, "What about the young master?"

Li Muyun said, "Because of the spirit grass, Xiaoxue can only increase her spirit power by one level at most after taking the immortal grass. I don't think it's necessary. After all, there are too many people in the Spirit Hall who need the immortal grass. In addition, you can leave one for Golden Crocodile Douluo. Maybe his spirit power can reach level 99 after taking it."

Yue Guan frowned slightly when he heard this. His eyes moved between Qian Renxue and Li Muyun, and finally fell on Li Muyun. A trace of deep thought flashed in his eyes. He stroked his chin and spoke slowly: "Young Master is gifted. If she can take the immortal grass and make further progress, it will undoubtedly be a great joy for the Spirit Hall. However, as you said, the Spirit Hall is in need of people at this time, and every resource must be used to the best effect."

As he spoke, Yue Guan's eyes drifted away unconsciously, as if he had penetrated through the thick clouds and mist and saw the glorious and heavy future of Spirit Hall. He sighed softly and continued, "Golden Crocodile Douluo, he has devoted himself to Spirit Hall and fought countless battles in his life. If he can really take this opportunity to break through to level 99, it will be so exciting. Your proposal is very much to my liking."

After saying that, Yue Guan and Li Muyun each picked the grade immortal herbs they needed.

Looking at the two people busy here, Qian Renxue stood aside, a subtle dissatisfaction and self-mockery flashed in her golden eyes, and a faint, imperceptible bitter smile appeared at the corner of her mouth.

"I am not worthy of taking the magic herb!" She muttered to herself in her heart, her pride and unwillingness intertwined into complex emotions, gently surging in her chest.

Li Muyun's eyes were gentle and deep. He walked slowly towards Qian Renxue and took out a gorgeous Acacia from his arms. It was an ordinary-looking white flower, the size of a palm, shaped like a peony, without leaves. A large stone was connected to the rhizome. The stone was black all over, and morning dew seemed to be hanging on the petals, emitting a faint fragrance. It was incompatible with the surrounding poisonous fog and blood, and looked particularly holy.

"Xiaoxue, actually, I specially saved this Acacia Heartbroken Red for you." His voice was deep and full of magnetism, and every word seemed to strike directly at Qian Renxue's heart. He gently handed the flower to Qian Renxue, and the flower seemed to have a spirit, swaying gently, as if telling an unknown secret.

Qian Renxue stared at the flower in a daze, a trace of disbelief and emotion flashed in her golden eyes. She took the Acacia Heartbroken Red with trembling hands, and the moment her fingertips touched the petals, a warm and gentle power instantly surged into her body, as if even her soul was gently wrapped up.

Li Muyun spoke again: "Xiaoxue, this Acacia Heartbroken Red is the most precious thing in this medicinal garden. If you want to take it, you need its approval."

Qian Renxue heard this, a trace of doubt and curiosity flashed in her golden eyes. She gently raised her hand and gently stroked the delicate petals of the Acacia Heartbroken Red with her fingertips, as if she could feel the vitality and endless tenderness contained in it. She asked softly: "Do we still need to get the approval of this fairy grass? How can we do this?"

Li Muyun said, "Flowers are extraordinary and they choose their owners. When you pick them, you must think of your beloved one and be sincere. You must spit out a mouthful of blood and sprinkle it on the petals. If you are even slightly indecisive, you can't pick the flower even if you spit out blood and die. After the flower is picked, as long as it is with this owner, it will never wither. The stone under the flower is called Wu Jue. If you destroy it by force, the medicinal effect of this Acacia Heartbroken Red will also be completely lost."

Before he finished speaking, the air around him seemed to freeze, even the wind stopped breathing. Qian Renxue had already spat out a mouthful of blood on the flowers. The petals of the Acacia Heartbroken Red suddenly trembled slightly, swaying gently as if they had life, emitting a richer and more mysterious fragrance, which completely enveloped Qian Renxue.

Gradually, scenes emerged before her eyes. They were the bits and pieces of experiences she and Li Muyun had shared, from the initial tit-for-tat, to the subsequent fighting side by side, to the quiet growth of the indescribable feelings between them.

Qian Renxue's expression was changing, and the balance in her heart was swaying violently. In front of her eyes, Li Muyun's gentle smile and the glory and fall of the Spirit Hall in her previous life were intertwined, and every scene was as deep as a knife. She closed her eyes, trying to isolate the blood and hatred, but those memories surged like a tide, swallowing up her reason and emotions.

She suddenly opened her eyes, and a complex light flickered in her golden eyes, showing both a deep attachment to Li Muyun and an indelible hatred for the past.

There seemed to be a voice in her ear saying, "Isn't the pain in the last life deep enough?"

Tears welled up in her eyes and finally slid down and dripped onto the petals of the Acacia Heartbreak Red, interweaving with the previous blood and making the color of the flower dim, as if carrying endless sorrow and joy.

Qian Renxue's voice was trembling slightly. She slowly stretched out the hand holding the Acacia Heartbroken Red. The blood and tears on the petals added a bit of sadness. Her eyes were full of determination, but she looked at Li Muyun reluctantly. Those golden eyes seemed to be able to see through the deepest secrets of people's hearts.

"Sure enough, I am not worthy of it." Her voice was low and hoarse, and every word seemed to be squeezed out from the bottom of her heart, carrying endless bitterness and relief.

Qian Renxue's hands trembled slightly, and complex emotions flashed in her eyes. She slowly raised her hand and handed the Acacia Heartbreak Red that carried her complex emotions to Li Muyun.

The bloodstains and tears on the petals gleamed in the sunlight, just like the unfulfilled feelings in her heart, heavy yet beautiful.

Li Muyun's hand gently covered Qian Renxue's hand, and their fingertips gently touched the edge of the petals of the Acacia Heartbroken Red. At that moment, time seemed to freeze. He gently took the flower, his eyes deep and firm, as if he could see through every corner of her heart.

Li Muyun said softly: "I'll wait for you."

Although the voice was light, it was like a spring breeze, with unquestionable power, penetrating the heavy fog in Qian Renxue's heart.

Li Muyun's eyes were full of understanding and tolerance, as if to say, no matter how heavy your past was, I am willing to share it with you, waiting for you to let go of everything and move forward with me side by side.

"Okay, you must wait for me." Qian Renxue's voice was soft but firm as iron. Every word seemed to burst out from the depths of her soul, with unquestionable determination.

She looked up at Li Muyun, her eyes flashing with an unprecedented light, which was the expectation for the future and the commitment to self-salvation.

Qian Renxue gently raised her hand, and her fingertips brushed across the undried tear marks on her cheeks, as if she was saying goodbye to the shadows of her past.

(End of this chapter)