#532 - A pillow of fresh air
After a stick of incense's time.
Under Wei Changtian's repeated questioning, the remnant soul finally said everything it needed to say.
The next moment, the Xuantian Sword transformed into a streak of afterimage, returning to the Starry Sky Saber's scabbard.
The firelight flickered, and silence returned to the secret chamber.
“Huff”
Heavily exhaling a mouthful of stale air, Wei Changtian slowly sat down on the wooden chair, constantly rubbing his forehead.
He felt a slight ache in his head.
Not just psychologically, but also physically.
Zhuang Zhiming, Elder Qingtai, the Council of Elders, the remnant soul...
The whole matter wasn't difficult to understand, but the chaotic and intertwined crisis hidden behind it made Wei Changtian suddenly feel a trembling fear, as if walking on a tightrope.
Who Elder Qingtai was couldn't be any clearer.
Besides Xu Sui, Wei Changtian couldn't think of any other possibility.
So...
There were a total of five elders, and now three were in Da Ning??
The area of Branch Bing only accounted for one twenty-second of the entire world, yet the number of elders actually accounted for three-fifths?
This doesn't conform to mathematical probability!
But there was one thing he was very sure of—
That was that Xu Sui was desperately trying to change her “fate”.
Because if she hadn't transmigrated, then the original Xu Sui, Xu Quan's younger sister, would never have been able to steal the remnant soul's token.
So... what exactly did she want to do?
Just to earn system points?
Then why did she keep saying she was helping him? And even left such a “sincere” letter?
Also, what was Zhuang Zhiming's purpose?
Zhuang Zhiming would be visiting him the day after tomorrow, so how would he test him then?
“...”
Looking at the Kui Dragon Token in front of him, Wei Changtian didn't move an inch.
Thinking and thinking, he suddenly had a bold idea.
Should he kill Zhuang Zhiming?
If he could kill the latter and seize his token, then he would immediately occupy two seats on the Council of Elders.
That's not right.
The most crucial Elder Qingtai's token was still in Xu Sui's hands.
Besides, Zhuang Zhiming was definitely not that easy to kill.
Although he had previously exchanged a “God Strike Talisman” when he killed “Yan Luo” in Fengyuan, and now he still had 700 system points left, enough to exchange for another God Strike.
But if Zhuang Zhiming had enough life-saving tools on him, then two God Strikes wouldn't be guaranteed.
Moreover, he still needed to save system points for a major purpose when going to Huailing, so using them on this matter would be too wasteful.
Wait, don't rush.
The disadvantages of killing Zhuang Zhiming far outweighed the advantages, and it wasn't time to tear apart the face yet...
【Three days later, at midnight, important matters to discuss】
Glancing once more at the small words on the Kui Dragon Token, Wei Changtian gently sighed.
Alas, the real crux of the problem was actually Xu Sui.
Perhaps he shouldn't have let her go back then...
The hour of Xu.
As the new moon wandered into the night sky and the lanterns outside the Wei residence lit up, Wei Changtian finally returned home from the Co-prosperity Society.
The chef hired from “Hundred River Tower” had superb skills, and the large and small exquisite bowls and plates were filled with delicacies that were full of color, aroma, and taste.
But Wei Changtian ate with disinterest, his mind filled with the figures of Zhuang Zhiming and Xu Sui.
Casually drinking a bowl of chicken soup, eating a few mouthfuls of vegetables, and a small bowl of rice.
Putting down his chopsticks, Wei Changtian walked straight out of the dining hall and headed towards the backyard under the moonlight.
He was a bit absent-minded along the way, so he didn't realize he had gone to the wrong place until he saw the small courtyard gate in front of him.
Currently, there were five small independent courtyards in the backyard of the Wei residence, three of which were occupied by Xu Qingwan, Liang Qin, and Lu Jingyao, respectively, and two were vacant.
The honeymoon had just passed, so Wei Changtian had naturally been living with Liang Qin these past few days.
But now, he unknowingly walked to Little Xu's place again.
“...”
Hesitating for a moment, he didn't leave, but instead walked directly into the courtyard.
Passing through the courtyard with gentle breezes, he walked into the dark room.
Just as Wei Changtian activated his inner strength to light a few candles, a series of light footsteps sounded outside the house.
Naturally, it was Xu Qingwan, who had hurried back before finishing her meal.
“Changtian, what's wrong with you?”
Pushing open the door and entering the room, Xu Qingwan walked over quickly and asked softly, “Why didn't you eat much just now? Did something happen?”
“It's nothing, I'm just a little tired.”
Muttering a reply, Wei Changtian kicked off his boots and lay down headfirst on the bed: “I'll lie down for a while.”
“...”
Looking at Wei Changtian, who was lying sprawled out on his back, with a worried expression, Little Xu clearly had something else she wanted to say.
But after hesitating for a moment, she still didn't say anything.
Outside the window, the clear Milky Way was like a bridge sprinkled with many pearls, twinkling with starlight from the depths of the universe on the last sultry night of late autumn.
However, Wei Changtian, who was lying down with his clothes on, didn't feel hot at all, but instead felt a burst of coolness.
This gentle coolness slowly fluttered, blowing away some of the irritability in his heart.
Closing his eyes and enjoying this rare relaxation, Wei Changtian didn't know how long it had been before he slowly opened his eyes, wanting to explore the origin of this breeze.
Then, he saw Xu Qingwan leaning against the head of the bed, gently waving a small cattail fan in her hand.
Little Xu had probably been maintaining this posture for a long time, and now her eyes were slightly closed, and her face was actually a bit tired.
“What? Are you tired too?”
Smiling and sitting up, while naturally taking the fan.
Wei Changtian fanned the two of them himself, and teased: “You're at least a Rank 5, how can fanning a fan make you tired?”
“Hmm?”
Xu Qingwan rubbed her eyes hazily, it seemed she had just been in a half-asleep state.
“You, you're awake?”
“Yeah, I feel much better after lying down for a while.”
Wei Changtian turned his head and glanced at the copper clepsydra in the corner, realizing that he had been lying down for nearly two hours: “If you're tired, go to sleep, anyway, it's not early anymore.”
“You go to sleep first.”
Xu Qingwan yawned slightly: “Hehe, I still have some accounts to finish looking at.”
“Looking at accounts?”
Wei Changtian was a little surprised: “Is Abundant Harvest so busy?”
“Yes, there are so many things.”
While speaking, Little Xu forced herself to sit at the table, taking out a thick account book from her small bundle.
She turned the lamp wick up a bit, opened the account book, and then looked back at Wei Changtian with some unease.
“If you think it's too bright, then pull up the curtains.”
“I'll try to be quieter, if you're still disturbed, tell me, and I'll look at it tomorrow.”
“...”
Although worried about affecting Wei Changtian's sleep, Little Xu was obviously really anxious to “handle work” by still wanting to look at the account book.
And looking at her appearance, Wei Changtian suddenly had an emotion that he had never had before.
He was tired, but how could Xu Qingwan not be tired?
As the shopkeeper and major shareholder of Abundant Harvest, in the previous life, this would be equivalent to a general manager and chairman of a large enterprise.
So the things Little Xu needed to handle every day were probably far beyond his imagination.
But Wei Changtian had never heard her complain even half a sentence.
In fact, it wasn't just Xu Qingwan.
Including Liang Qin, who cultivated diligently every day; Ning Yu Ke, who worked hard on the affairs of a country; Chu Xianping, who had to come up with plans for him at all times; Du Chang, who ate and lived with the Tengu Army.
Even Wei Xianzhi and Qin Caizhen, who were far away in the capital restraining Ning Yongnian, and countless of the most ordinary Co-prosperity Society members...
Who among all these people lived easily?
And compared to him, their situation was perhaps even more dangerous.
And who among them had ever been decadent and given up because of this?
“...”
Looking at the candle in the distance, and Xu Qingwan's thin back hunched over the table, Wei Changtian suddenly understood something.
He had always thought that he had given these people “a better life”, but now he suddenly realized that if it weren't for these people who shared his worries, or even risked their lives, then he would not have been able to have everything he had today.
So, what qualifications did he have to complain and blame others here because of a little difficulty?
“Bang!”
Like a head-on blow, the knot in his heart that had been accumulating because of the Kui Dragon matter suddenly dissipated.
Wei Changtian looked at Xu Qingwan's figure again, and then smiled and lay down again.
He didn't advise Little Xu to sleep early and leave the “work” to tomorrow.
And he himself would no longer sigh and lament because of some bullshit Zhuang Zhiming and Xu Sui.
If there was trouble, try your best to solve it, it was that simple.
Now, sleep!
“...”
After making up his mind, Wei Changtian, who was in a good mood, quickly closed his eyes and entered Dream Dao to cultivate.
And after a while, Xu Qingwan, holding the account book, also sat on the edge of the bed.
While continuing to gently flip through the account book by the dim candlelight, she once again raised the small cattail fan and slowly fanned Wei Changtian.
In fact, Little Xu could have completely asked a maid to do this.
But she always felt that taking care of Wei Changtian was her duty as a wife, and it was best not to have others do it for her.
“Whoosh~ Whoosh~ Whoosh~”
Half a stream of bright moon, a pillow of cool breeze.
Blending light with dust, expanding and contracting with the times.
In the gaps of flipping through the account book, Xu Qingwan once again looked at Wei Changtian, who was “sleeping” soundly.
She saw that the latter's brows had already relaxed, and she also smiled softly.
