Chapter 250: Chapter 204 Qinling Part Conclusion: I’ll Wait for You in the Immortal Realm! [Massive Chapter of 6400 Words!]_3
Uncontrollably, Chen Jichuan felt a wave of bitterness rising from within, and the guilt buried deep in his heart for years surged to the surface.
Over the years.
Chen Jichuan constantly reminded himself that everything in the Dao Fruit World was empty, that ultimately everything was fleeting.
Thus, he suppressed his emotions and rarely confided in anyone.
At first, he took Wang Yan with him to repay the kindness of Wang Ji and Mrs. Wang.
Later, he realized that Wang Yan had developed feelings for him.
He thought about sending Wang Yan back to Central Earth.
But a wave of loneliness overwhelmed him, followed by a reluctance he couldn’t deny, and Chen Jichuan guessed that perhaps he had fallen for her too.
Still, he held back.
Wang Yan, at most, could only live five hundred years. If they were to be together, marry, then once those five hundred years were over, Chen Jichuan would face the pain of separation, the anguish of losing his wife, leaving a mark on his heart that would never fade.
But if they never married, never spoke the words aloud.
Ultimately, it would be no more than mourning the passing of a good friend.
And so, for his own sake, Chen Jichuan intentionally avoided this love.
All until today.
...
"Of course I had feelings for you."
Chen Jichuan looked at Wang Yan and said with a smile, "I mean, with the ’Heavenly Tribulation Sword’ by my side, what man wouldn’t have feelings?"
Upon hearing this, Wang Yan’s eyes brightened instantly.
A sugary smile spread across her face.
"Really?"
Wang Yan hugged Chen Jichuan’s arm, blinked her eyes, a hint of disbelief lingering.
"Really."
"When I was at the West Sea—"
Chen Jichuan’s soft spot was touched, and as he thought about seeing Wang Yan earlier, sitting alone on the mountaintop in a fatigued state, he couldn’t harden his heart anymore.
He wrapped his arm around Wang Yan.
And told her all the feelings he harbored over the years, his worries and his reluctance.
Time flowed on.
Beneath a sky full of stars, the two shared their deepest emotions, sweet as first love between young teenagers.
It wasn’t until almost dawn that they fell asleep in each other’s arms.
...
A month later.
Chen Jichuan and Wang Yan held a grand wedding in Pengshan City, drawing heroes from across the Central Earth Seven States and even the West Sea to Pengshan to offer their congratulations.
The wedding was unprecedented in grandeur.
On that day, Wang Yan looked stunningly beautiful. Tears streaked her face, yet her smile was sweeter than ever.
Two hearts, destined lovers, finally became one.
...
Twenty days after the wedding.
Mr. and Mrs. Wang began their journey, traveling across the world to revisit all the places they had traversed together over the years—
Pengshan City.
Xiyu City.
Lotus Island.
Zuzhou Continent.
White Horse Lake.
Iron Arm Monkey Mountain.
...
They reminisced about the fragments of their shared memories.
They ventured to the depths of the North Pole to behold endless glaciers. To the heart of the Barbaric lands to see peculiar, unearthly Demon Beasts.
They even crossed vast seas.
To the northern continent at the edge of the West Sea, to Duanmu Continent, where they experienced diverse cultures and customs, marveling at awe-inspiring landscapes and magnificent rivers.
Time passed swiftly.
A year.
Two years.
Three years.
In the blink of an eye, forty-six years had gone by.
On this day.
Chen Jichuan led Wang Yan back to Pengshan City, to the former residence of Wang Ji, to the courtyard where Mrs. Wang had taught them both.
A thousand years had flown by.
The arrangement of the courtyard had been deliberately preserved to resemble its former appearance, but the winds, the sun, and the ravages of time inevitably had worn it down, requiring numerous restorations over the years.
Yet traces of the old memories could still be found.
"Back then."
"I would sit here, reading while watching Grandma teach and scold you. During that time, I thought Grandpa’s new apprentice was really good-looking."
"Simple and endearing."
"I liked you right away."
Wang Yan held onto Chen Jichuan’s large hand, pointing at the desk set in the courtyard’s corridor as she reminisced with a carefree smile.
"Nonsense."
"You were only eleven then. How could you have known what it meant to like someone?"
Chen Jichuan chuckled at her words.
Back then, he had been preoccupied with his act in front of Mrs. Wang, with little time to care about an eleven-year-old girl.
"At that age, I was shallow, and what I liked was your good looks."
"Later, I don’t even know when, but I truly fell for you."
Wang Yan pursed her lips, finding some humor in her own words.
The two sat in the courtyard.
They reminisced about many moments from their past.
When night fell, Chen Jichuan stopped speaking and glanced at Wang Yan, realizing that the vitality within her was fading rapidly, far faster than usual.
"Your time is almost up."
Chen Jichuan clasped Wang Yan’s cold hands and murmured softly.
"Ah?"
Wang Yan had been drowsy, immersed in the warmth of their shared recollections, her heart full to the brim with sweetness.
Caught off guard by Chen Jichuan’s sudden words, it took her a while to process them. She responded with slight discontent, "The mood was so perfect just now. I hadn’t even realized I was about to die, and you just had to ruin it by reminding me. You know I can’t bear to..."
Wang Yan’s voice was drowsy and sluggish.
Leaning against Chen Jichuan, she glanced at him, her tone scolding yet her face deeply unwilling.
Parting in life and death: nothing else could be as cruel.
Wang Yan didn’t want to die, and she certainly didn’t want to leave Chen Jichuan.
But the cosmic order was unyielding; life and death are merciless. Who could escape from them?
"A brief goodbye is for a better reunion later."
"Just grit your teeth and get through it."
Chen Jichuan gently carried Wang Yan, walking toward the room while soothing her with soft words.
"Nonsense!"
"Once I die and enter the Underworld, a bowl of Mengpo Soup will make me forget you completely. And when you ascend and are surrounded by countless fairies, it won’t take long before you forget me too!"
"We’ll both forget!"
"So how are we supposed to reunite?!"
Wang Yan struggled to keep her eyes open, arguing feebly with Chen Jichuan.
"You really don’t trust me?" Chen Jichuan laughed at her words, still speaking to Wang Yan warmly. His steady footsteps carried them indoors, where he entered an underground chamber.
In the dim room.
A Dharma Platform was long prepared, adorned with a Yin Yang Taiji diagram.