Transmigration After Becoming Love Saint-Chapter 450 - 165: I am your best Spiritual Pill.
Can one truly fathom the heart of a powerful being in the Ascension Realm? Let alone the Ascension Realm, even the hearts of men and women in the Mortal World are filled with a myriad of thoughts, too complex to comprehend. Not to mention the heart of a powerful being in the Ascension Realm.
The moment the Spirit Flame entered his body, Wang Mu felt a tremendous tremor in his mind as a strange power drilled into his Sea of Consciousness. The Sword Heart resonated, and the True Yang Star Flame within his spirit seemed to recognize a similar power, beginning to release an unusual, lively aura. At that moment, Wang Mu felt as though he no longer had control over his body. That strand of mysterious Spirit Flame surged into his Sea of Consciousness. It seemed to ignite the Seven Emotions Sword Heart, revealing the final two segments of his fragmented Sword Heart in an instant, casting light upon the scenes that once belonged to them.
Mu Lanxin stood quietly to the side.
In the vision, it was the moment Wang Mu headed to Sealing God Mountain. When she saw Wang Mu toss the Emperor Spirit Pearl to the latter, she was smiling. But as she smiled, her expression suddenly stiffened. Especially when she saw the latter tossing her beloved Brother Dongfang into the Sea Prison, she began to grit her teeth, a trace of heartache involuntarily showing in her eyes. Yet, when she saw him step out of the Sea Prison later, using the Heartbreak Flower to restore his emotions, Mu Lanxin’s eyes changed.
If only I had known... I never should have told them...
Mu Lanxin’s eyes shimmered with moisture. "It’s so hateful! Brother Dongfang, why did you go to them first? Why didn’t you come to see me?"
Indeed, she had prepared the Heartbreak Flower as a contingency. It was meant to guard against any unforeseen incidents on Seven Emotions Island, but the incident turned out to be too great...
After restoring his emotions, Brother Dongfang must still be enduring her torment...
It must be so!
How could Brother Dongfang possibly care for a half-human body?
Taking a deep breath, Mu Lanxin continued to watch, hoping to see the scene she desired.
Until she saw Nanrong Biyou reveal her true form, and Wang Mu embraced her from behind.
She couldn’t hold back any longer.
"No!"
The scenes that followed left her stunned... Then, they cultivated the Primordial Mystic Sea Control Technique through a kiss, imparting the Primordial Mystic Heavy Water Essence... Over the months, the two of them traveled together through the Biyou Sea, practiced archery, under the Changqing Tree...
Mu Lanxin felt as if she had been struck a heavy blow.
Is this what you call being tormented?
At that moment, Mu Lanxin’s heart resonated with Wang Mu’s through the Spirit Flame. She did not feel a trace of torment or pain.
Oh, there might have been some, except Brother Dongfang seemed to be enjoying himself.
The images quickly disappeared, and the Spirit Flame burned from the bottom to the middle section of the Sword Heart. There was the spot where his emotions regarding Mu Hongyuan were restored. It was also the central part where the Sword Heart was broken.
Mu Lanxin watched expressionlessly.
She was curious to see what ’torment’ her dear brother had gone through at Mu Hongyuan’s hands. That woman was quite a handful.
However, from the beginning of the restoration of his emotions, the one-year pact, carrying Mu Hongyuan to Tianlin Continent, and then to the Spiritual State Biyou Sea, the earlier part wasn’t too bad. Since she had already seen Nanrong Biyou, she felt somewhat prepared. But when she saw what came after—her Brother Dongfang actually washing that dreadful woman’s feet...
Of course, she could tell that the two of them were using an external method to engage in Dual Cultivation with the Great Yin-Yang Harmony Diagram.
But even so, watching it filled her with burning jealousy, and rage surged in her heart.
What a ’torment’ indeed! But torment that lasted a year! Longer and more intimate than with Nanrong Biyou! Mu Hongyuan, that wicked woman, was truly devious. First, she ran to the Sword Sect, and then to the Biyou Sea... was she eventually going to come her way? If it weren’t for the special formations of the Dan King Sect concealing everything, she might already be on her way! Detestable! Detestable! Detestable!
Mu Lanxin lowered her head, placing a finger on Wang Mu’s forehead.
Wang Mu opened his eyes, saw Mu Lanxin at that moment, and fell silent.
She lifted her head, her smile seemingly radiant yet colder than the Spirit Flame in her hand. "Brother Dongfang, you have truly endured quite the torment, haven’t you?"
Wang Mu remained silent.
"I’m so foolish!" Mu Lanxin whispered. "I actually believed your lies for a moment! Everything was for me?"
Wang Mu said nothing.
"How sweet was Miss You’s mouth?" Mu Lanxin asked.
Still, Wang Mu was silent.
"How soft was Mu Hongyuan’s jade feet?" Mu Lanxin asked.
Again, Wang Mu offered no reply.
This is too much! Who goes straight into one’s heart with Spirit Flame like that? Mu Hongyuan at least used her wisdom to deduce some of it; she never saw it for herself. You, on the other hand, watched directly. Are you not afraid of Heaven’s Punishment?
Wang Mu frowned slightly as he looked at her.
"Won’t you speak, Brother Dongfang?" Mu Lanxin smiled. "Why so silent now? Don’t want to lie to me anymore? Right, I should have realized. For you to have cultivated the Great Yin-Yang Harmony Diagram and the Primordial Mystic Sea Control Technique to this extent, and even form a Golden Core, it must have been so easy for you."
"And I believed you for a moment."
"When did I ever lie to you?" Wang Mu asked.
Wang Mu felt that he hadn’t completely lied. If we’re talking about ’torment,’ I never said I was tormented... It was all Mo Xilan’s own assertion... And yes, it was quite tormenting in the middle, but for Mo Xilan, it was undoubtedly something she could never truly empathize with. Add to that the intimacy; the impact was too much for her. She probably only focused on that.
