Exploring Immortality Cultivation-Chapter 807 - 136: Never Had a First Love

When Wang Qi pushed Mao Zimiao away, he found the girl's face was a little red, almost crying with joy.

Wang Qi scratched his head. At this moment, he didn't know what to say, so he just said, "Um, Azimiao, why did you come over?"

"I... I... I heard from Senior Sister Ai... meow," Mao Zimiao's nose twitched slightly, looking very excited, "You finally... you finally came back, meow."

Wang Qi scratched his head and then sighed softly, "Actually, I planned to greet you when I got back, but I thought it was too late at night, so I decided to go tomorrow morning... Anyway, come in and sit for a while?"

This was indeed the truth. When Wang Qi returned, it was already dusk. After finding the warehouse and such, by the time he finished, the sun was about to set. Moreover, he wanted to rest a bit first, so he didn't tell Mao Zimiao right away.

Looking back now, I still feel that I'm not... good enough.

Mao Zimiao nodded, "I know... Xiao Qi, you've always been like this. But I'm glad to know you came back safe, meow."

Wang Qi stepped back, "Coming in?"

Mao Zimiao seemed tempted but quickly shook her head, "Going into your house now doesn't look right."

Wang Qi seemed relieved. For some reason, his expression was somewhat unnatural, "Well... well then..."

Mao Zimiao blushed and cursed softly in her heart, "Idiot, meow!"

— Actually, as long as you have feelings... if you ask a few more times... I could say yes...

Mao Zimiao's ears kept twitching as she stood at Wang Qi's door, looking down. Wang Qi looked down at the girl, feeling somewhat at a loss.

The atmosphere began to grow tender, but as time passed, it slowly turned oppressive.

Mao Zimiao never got to hear what she wanted.

The girl, disappointed, drooped her ears and turned around, "Then... I'll be going now."

Wang Qi closed his eyes, seemingly pondering, "Let me walk you home."

Mao Zimiao's home wasn't far; she was a Foundation Establishment Cultivator, capable of reaching home with a few jumps. Wang Qi, being a Golden Core Cultivator, could cover the distance from his place to hers in a single step.

But surprisingly, neither mentioned this. They walked the streets of Langde City together, as if they were mortals.

Cultivators don't need to follow mortal biological clocks, so the center of Langde City was still brightly lit. Though not as exaggerated as Earth's metropolises, it had reached what Earth calls "light pollution." Red, white, and golden Spirit Light intertwined there, seemingly the "worldly dust" from legends.

But, if you looked from a distance in a quiet place, the light of that "worldly dust" had a certain charm.

Under an unnoticeable starry sky, the two of them moved slowly, step by step.

At first, Mao Zimiao thought Wang Qi would say something. But as they walked, he remained silent, and eventually, she began to feel a little agitated.

— This guy, idiot, meow!

Eventually, she decided to be a bit more proactive.

Mao Zimiao lightly opened her mouth, "Xiao Qi... I have something to say to you, meow..."

Wang Qi smiled bitterly, "Ah, perfect, perfect... Actually, I have something to say to you too."

"I... meow, Xiao Qi, I... actually, I, towards you... me and you..." For a moment, Mao Zimiao seemed to suffer from the same speechlessness as Chen Youjia.

Wang Qi nodded, "You and I will always be best friends."

Mao Zimiao's body stiffened, only her ears moved slightly, "Friends?"

"Yes, friends."

As the words slipped out, Wang Qi suddenly felt a little heavy. He regretted it a bit, but soon, this regret was overshadowed by stronger emotions.

— I'm... very sorry...

Mao Zimiao quickly took two steps forward, putting some distance between her and Wang Qi, then lowered her head, speaking in a choked voice, "Friends?"

"Yes, friends." The second time he said this, Wang Qi's voice regained some of his usual playful, careless tone.

Even while watching Mao Zimiao's back.

"Sometimes, I think I'm really... hmm, quite a jerk..."

Mao Zimiao shook her head, "You don't need to say that to me. You haven't done anything wrong..."

"No, I never felt I did anything wrong," Wang Qi's voice was clear, as if her mind was as clear as a bright mirror, "At least since growing up, I haven't felt like I've done anything wrong. At the very least, judging everything based on the 'time point' when I did it, nothing was wrong."

Mao Zimiao laughed with a tinge of sob, her voice slightly trembling, "Xiao Qi, you... can still say that looking at me like this, meow."

Wang Qi looked up at the sky, "I'm actually not very good at 'controlling myself.' This kind of 'controlling myself' doesn't mean controlling stray thoughts or concentrating, nor does it refer to controlling my emotions—that's very easy for me. I cannot control my subjective thinking, sometimes I'm too unrestrained. I can't contain my thoughts."

"Doing as you wish without crossing the line, that is indeed the highest realm of cultivating the heart," Mao Zimiao sniffed and finally returned to her usual tone, "Xiao Qi, you don't have to be too... about this matter..."

"Sometimes, I clearly know I'm not lonely, but still can't help feeling lonely. I guess that's how it is. But I'm a bit more serious," Wang Qi chuckled bitterly, "I know what is 'right' and 'wrong,' but I don't strictly follow it—of course, I certainly won't deliberately violate it either. Sometimes, if I find something interesting, I'll definitely go do it."

"Does this have anything to do with... our topic?"

Wang Qi shrugged, "Actually, in the beginning... at first, when we met, I didn't see myself as human. I just felt that everyone in this world was on a different path from me. So I didn't care how others viewed me at that time, didn't care what consequences an action might have, as long as it was fun, I'd do it. To me, as long as I achieved some final goal, it was enough."

"Final goal?"

"I was chaotic back then," Wang Qi shrugged, "At first, what occupied my mind was nothing more than 'interest' and 'revenge'.

"Really, I couldn't tell," Mao Zimiao said, "You always seemed carefree and without a proper shape every day."

"And then, it was at Xinyue that I started to feel a bit more human," Wang Qi said, "Aside from my deceased parents and grandfather, you were the first person who made me feel that this world was cute."

Mao Zimiao really wanted to joke, "Just because there are girls with cat ears in this world?" but the joke stuck in her throat, unable to come out.

"I once thought this world was distorted and crazy, devoid of reason. But it was Senior Brother Su, by that campfire, who taught us about the 'Joy of Seeking Dao' and the meaning of 'True Self, True Heart Difficult,' and I realized—the earth beneath my feet, the starry sky above my head, all had their own beauty. He taught me to understand this heaven and earth, so since then, I respected Senior Brother Su like a brother," Wang Qi's voice was calm, "Then, you were the first, followed by many others including Shiqin, who taught me how to understand this mortal world, made me feel that this small mortal life is truly cute. Even things I used to disdain have their own brilliance. And then, I learned how to love others."

Mao Zimiao said softly, "Is that so...?"

"Haven't you ever noticed? I'm inherently a very indifferent person. At first, I used to deliberately amuse myself—of course, I don't need that now, but some words and actions have become a habit for me, and I can't be bothered to change them," Wang Qi continued, "I used to think, long ago, that in my life, I would be unlikely to seek out the opposite sex for reasons outside of 'physiological needs' or 'seeking excitement.'

"Is that so?"

"That's how it is," Wang Qi said, "You are my first pure friend, untainted by any other factors, who taught me 'love.' Then... I fell in love with someone else."

"Is that so?" Mao Zimiao asked the same question a third time, now calm. She turned her head to face Wang Qi, her mouth only forming a bitter smile, "Then, I can only congratulate you, meow."

"Azimiao..."

"Don't feel too guilty, meow," Mao Zimiao said, "Actually, things like destined relationship but no fate, aren't so significant. It's just a pity, that's all."

"I'm sorry."

"Hey, Xiao Qi," Mao Zimiao asked, "Can you tell me the name of the girl you like?"

Wang Qi scratched his head, "You might know her. Her name is Chen Youjia."

"Senior Sister Chen, huh..." Mao Zimiao mused, "No wonder when I mentioned you to her a few days ago, she was very... strange, meow. But speaking of it, with Senior Sister Chen's personality, sometimes she must be driven crazy by you, right?"

A rare smile appeared on Wang Qi's face, "Ah, yeah. Despite her icy demeanor, she's actually quite cute, likes to be difficult, but at critical moments... um... sorry."

"It's okay," Mao Zimiao took a deep breath, then waved her hand, "You really don't need to care. I'm a very silly person, meow. This kind of little thing will be forgotten in at most a month, meow. Since there's Senior Sister Chen, don't let her be sad anymore. I have to go now, meow."

"Goodbye," Wang Qi nodded and then left.

Mao Zimiao also turned her head, and then the smile on her face disappeared.

One step, two steps, three steps, four steps, five steps...

A tear fell. Mao Zimiao wiped away the tear with some regret, then said, "I lost, meow."

"That... really... sorry." A pleasant voice reached Mao Zimiao's ears. Chen Youjia didn't show herself, hiding in the shadows, "Although I don't think I did anything wrong, for this... I can only say I'm sorry."

When Chen Youjia was with Wang Qi, Wang Qi never made solemn oaths with any girl. Chen Youjia also didn't know about Mao Zimiao. Logically, no one did anything wrong. Emotionally, she couldn't possibly dump Wang Qi because of Mao Zimiao.

But, Chen Youjia didn't want Mao Zimiao to be sad.

She suddenly thought, if Mao Zimiao were really just a "cheater," how nice would that be.

"It's really okay!" Mao Zimiao had already dried her tears, "I can live just fine without Xiao Qi, meow!" Unable to find where Chen Youjia was due to Chen Youjia's significantly superior abilities, Mao Zimiao simply waved at a random dark corner, "Senior Sister Chen, well, see you tomorrow, then." (To be continued. If you like this work, please come to QiDian (qidian.com) to vote for recommendations and monthly tickets. Your support is my greatest motivation. Mobile users, please read at m.qidian.com.)