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Volume Two: Fate Leads to a Separation from the Palace, a Happy Marriage, and Awakening

A willow tree swaying in the wind, a few chickens running around happily, a small courtyard. It's a tranquil setting.

Li Ge once told her that an old immortal lived at the foot of White Bone Cliff.

His secluded living environment, profound martial arts skills, youthful appearance, and those eyes that have seen many vicissitudes of life clearly indicate that he is the Immortal Elder.

She clasped her hands in greeting: "I am Qingyun, and I have long admired the name of the venerable elder."

The old immortal stared at her, a hint of admiration flashing in his eyes first, then a complex mix of emotions disappearing in an instant. He nodded, "Miss Qingyun."

Feeling utterly weak, Qingyun asked, "Senior Immortal, how long have I been unconscious?"

The old immortal pondered for a moment and then said, "It's been almost half a year."

Qingyun paused for a moment, suddenly feeling the fleeting nature of time, and a touch of sadness appeared on her face.

The weather outside has probably changed by now!

Suddenly, Qingyun remembered that she had been poisoned when she fell off the White Bone Cliff. Yet, she felt refreshed and invigorated now.

Qingyun secretly channeled her inner energy.

Suddenly, her pupils contracted sharply, shock, grief, regret... flashing across her eyes one after another. Her face was as pale as paper, and a faint vulnerability lingered deep in her eyes.

"I……"

The old man looked at her and nodded, as if to tell her that what she thought was true. Seeing the disbelief on her face, he said, "When you fell, you were already poisoned by the Night Lotus, and on top of that, you were also poisoned by a unique poison of the Silver Mongol tribe, which can trigger the Night Lotus poison. By the time you fell in front of my house, the Night Lotus poison had already begun to take effect. At that time, the only way to save you was to cripple all your martial arts."

Qingyun pursed her lips, her expression unreadable. Suddenly, a smile bloomed on her lips. "So, that means the poison in my body has been completely neutralized?"

The old man sighed, his face somewhat grave. "No, crippling your martial arts can only eliminate the Night Lotus Poison, but I cannot cure the poison of the Silver Mongol tribe. However, I have sealed it, and with my internal strength, I can only seal it for a maximum of three more months."

Qingyun frowned and asked, "Does the Immortal Elder have a way to save us?"

After pondering for a moment, the old immortal flipped through several yellowed medical books before answering, "As far as I know, only the true energy within the body of the Palace Master Li Gong can cure the poison of the Silver Mountain Gauze Clan. If you can obtain the true energy within the body of the Palace Master Li Gong within three months, then the poison of the Silver Mountain Gauze Clan can be cured."

Biting her lip, Qingyun said, "If I can't obtain the true energy, then in three months—"

"He is certain to die."

A profound stillness filled the air, an eerie silence.

"Young lady, the only way to save your life is to marry the Palace Master of Li Palace. You have three months, so take your time to consider it."

The old immortal turned around, preparing to leave.

At this moment, Qingyun spoke up: "Thank you for saving my life, Elder Immortal."

The old man gently shook his head, but said nothing more, and quietly departed. Only his weathered eyes stirred with unspoken emotions, beneath which lay a barely perceptible hint of guilt.

Volume Two: Fate Leads to a Separation from the Palace, a Happy Marriage is Formed, and the Awakening Continues (Part 3)

The fairy valley is a tranquil place, blooming with flowers in spring, enjoying cool breezes in summer, harvesting bountiful crops in autumn, and covered in snow in winter. It is so beautiful that people linger here.

The old man and Qingyun, one old and one young, got along well. The old man loved to listen to strange and wonderful stories, while Qingyun also loved to tell stories. She always had all sorts of strange stories in her head, which often made the old man happy.

Time flies, and before we knew it, two months had passed.

Qingyun never mentioned leaving the palace. She always had a faint smile on her face, but occasionally her eyes would flash with complex emotions and a struggling expression. Sometimes, her eyes would also be filled with a hazy, watery light, so clear it seemed unreal.

The old man also took in all her expressions.

Snowflakes began to fall from the sky, and the old man sat fishing by the river. The white snowflakes drifted onto the river, adorning the clear stream like a transparent garment adorned with white floral patterns.

"Senior Immortal!" A man in white suddenly appeared on the other side of the river, and he clasped his hands slightly in greeting.

The old immortal raised an eyebrow, carefully examined the newcomer, and then smiled, "Indeed extraordinary, even surpassing your master back then. It took your master a year to break through the traps I set. Not bad, not bad, you managed to break through in just half a year. Truly, the student has surpassed the master."

"Thank you for your kind words, Senior Immortal." A gentle breeze blew, causing his clothes to flutter. The white of his clothes blended seamlessly with the snowflakes, and a light, snowflake-like smile graced the lips of the man in white.

The man in white suddenly clasped his hands in a fist salute, "Senior Immortal, I have a favor to ask of you."

Seeing the determination in his eyes, the old immortal smiled and said, "It's about the girl in my valley, isn't it? You should have gone to visit her a few nights ago!"

A flicker of embarrassment at being caught red-handed flashed in the white-robed man's eyes, but he quickly composed himself and clasped his hands in a fist salute again: "Yes. I humbly request Senior Immortal's assistance."

“Hehe,” the old immortal put down his fishing rod, stroked his chin, and said, “Speak.”

"I humbly request that you, Elder Immortal, seal away a portion of her memories, and then I will escort her to the detached palace." The man in white took a deep breath, his brown eyes flashing with determination.

The old man frowned, his thick brows furrowing. "Why?"

The man in white lowered his eyes to look at the snowflakes falling onto the river, his voice soft, as ethereal as the snowflakes themselves, "I don't want her to suffer."

The old immortal was slightly taken aback.

The white-clad man's eyes were reflected on the river, revealing a love so deep and unforgettable that it made even the weathered man tremble.

Okay. I promise you.