Favorite of the Beast-world: I Got Rich Through Farming-Chapter 321 - 208: Wamiya is Dead + His and Her Past

"You take this and go. I have something to discuss with this young woman."

A streak of light flashed, and a large wild boar materialized on the grass. "..." A vein throbbed on Chi Li’s temple. Nevertheless, he moved uncontrollably, squatting down to lift the boar by its forelegs before turning and heading back toward the city.

’The King Beast’s [Command] is so annoying.’

And just like that, they were the only two left in the forest.

An Jin looked up at Ze Sheng uneasily, wringing her clammy hands. She gathered her composure and asked, "Is... is there anything else?"

"You want Blood Crystals, correct?" he asked gently.

"Ah... Huh? Oh, yes. I’m cultivating my spiritual power, and Blood Crystals are essential."

The next moment, he produced several boxes from his King Beast Space and handed them to her. "If this isn’t enough, you can ask me for more. I have plenty back at my palace."

An Jin, "...??"

She was utterly stunned, staring blankly at the gentle, silver-haired man. ’I heard he’s lived for nearly a hundred years. King Beasts don’t get dementia, do they? He looks so young, after all.’ 𝐟𝕣𝗲𝕖𝕨𝗲𝐛𝗻𝗼𝐯𝗲𝚕.𝗰𝚘𝐦

"No, no, these are too valuable. I can’t accept them."

"Something’s value is based on its use. If no one uses it, it’s no different from a worthless rock." As Ze Sheng spoke, a faint smile graced his handsome, aloof face. His long, beautiful purple eyes reflected a mesmerizing, fragmented light, making it impossible to not be captivated—or to even think of refusing him.

He had, of course, completely cut off any chance for her to refuse, leaving not even the smallest opening.

An Jin swallowed hard. She could only accept the wooden boxes, which now felt like they were burning her hands. ’What was that old saying again?’

’People don’t just offer you things for no reason...’

’Ahem, but what could I possibly have that he’d want?’

’Status, wealth, power... as a King Beast, he has it all. What could he possibly be missing?’

An Jin couldn’t figure it out. ’It’s giving me a headache.’

She then watched as he plucked a beautiful feather from his wing and offered it to her. Somehow just going along with this strange turn of events, she took it reflexively.

"...What’s this for?" She was finding it harder and harder to understand his string of baffling actions.

"It’s... not particularly useful, it seems. Perhaps it would make a nice decoration?" Ze Sheng said, a little regretfully. "I wanted to give you something more precious."

’But the only drop of Essence Blood I possessed was used up in the summoning ritual a few years ago. It will take a great deal of time to condense another.’

Having accepted so many valuable things from him, even without knowing why, An Jin felt deeply uneasy. ’One shouldn’t be rewarded for no reason,’ she thought. "The next time your trade caravan comes to the city to purchase goods, I’ll give them a discount."

"I am not in need of Beast Crystals," Ze Sheng chuckled.

"No, that would make me feel too uncomfortable. It’s settled! I can’t just take advantage of your generosity like this, can I?"

"Very well." He nodded, not refusing her offer.

He lowered his gaze and saw the happy look on her face from the side. Ze Sheng felt his chest tighten, and a sting came to his eyes.

For a moment, the face before him and the one in his mind overlapped. The face that had grown hazy in his memory suddenly sharpened, becoming clear once more, as if clouds had parted to reveal the sun.

The fingers at his side twitched. He suddenly couldn’t suppress the longing welling up in his heart. ’I want to touch her face,’ he thought, ’to see if it’s as soft, warm, and full of life as I remember.’

The sky was growing dark. After thanking him again, An Jin turned and departed cheerfully.

She didn’t see the handsome, aloof, silver-haired man behind her, his gaze lingering on her with a look of forbearance, restraint, and an unconcealable... apology, self-reproach, and fear.

"And that Conch Shell I gave you... you can use it to let me know if you need help." Ze Sheng’s eyes flickered, his voice so soft it seemed a gust of wind could carry it away. "You can also use it to call me... if you’re bored."

He didn’t know if she heard him. She didn’t turn around, simply giving a cheerful wave over her shoulder as she went.

Long after she was gone, Ze Sheng still hadn’t moved. He closed his eyes, his mind drifting back to the past.

Beneath a torrent of bright moonlight, under an ancient, towering tree whose canopy was as lush and rounded as a giant mushroom, a three-year-old toddler was sleeping against the trunk, hugging a ball of white "fluff."

A little white head peeked out from under her chubby, dimpled arms, which were plump as lotus roots. It twisted and squirmed, struggling to free itself from her embrace.

The "fluff" looked much like a little white fox kit with beautiful, shimmering purple eyes. But it also had a small white horn on its head and short, snow-white wings on its back, each about the size of an adult’s palm.

It gently took the toddler’s arm in its mouth and began expertly tugging her toward home. ’Wamiya fell asleep outside again! She’ll catch a cold!’

「The scene shifted again, to a few years after they had grown up.」