In the hall, the memory displays emotionally moved everyone. They had heard rumors about the nature of the relationship between the Demon Emperor and Fairy Nangong but had never thought that the two of them were so close back then.
One desperately tried to save his sister, while the other refused to enter the immortal sect for his brother without hesitation.
“I can’t fathom why the Demon Emperor’s personality changed so much later when he had such a deep sibling bond…”
“Let’s continue to watch. Time will reveal all the answers eventually.”
“Speaking of which, Fairy Nangong is a fairy. She was so cute even when she was a child.”
“Fairy Nangong is not far away. Be careful not to get beaten up…”
Nangong Rou did not care about such discussions, and her attention was always on the light curtain.
A faint blush could be seen on her cheek. She couldn’t believe that the girl in the light curtain was herself.
What do you mean by “I just want to be with my brother”? Even if I was a child back then, it was so embarrassing.
Qu Yun, who was next to her, wore an unsightly expression on his face, and his killing intent towards Jiang Zhige intensified.
Although his relationship with Nangong Rou had yet to substantially progress, Qu Yun had long regarded her as a bagged trophy.
Seeing that the woman he liked was acting shy because of someone else, Qu Yun would naturally feel extremely frustrated, not to mention that Nangong Rou was such a beautiful lady.
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“Opportunity?”
Jiang Zhige’s eyes flashed. To be granted an “opportunity” by an immortal, was it the secret of immortal cultivation? Or was it some mountain of treasure?
No matter what it was, it was enough to tempt Jiang Zhige.
“But ten miles away…”
Jiang Zhige muttered with a sigh. Of course, the opportunity was important, but he still had to think carefully about it.
For others, it would be easy to walk ten miles in the snow, even without a carriage.
However, Jiang Zhige’s body was weak and frail. Moreover, he was severely beaten not long ago, causing him to barely stand still. It was almost impossible for him to walk ten miles on foot, injured and battered.
The old man in white robe also emphasized that he needed to take Nangong Rou with him. Jiang Zhige could hardly walk ten miles on his own. How could he even bring along Nangong Rou with him?
“Oh, by the way, what about that bastard?”
At this moment, Jiang Zhige suddenly recalled the earlier incident with Shen Quan.
He looked around and found that Shen Quan and his guards had long since disappeared.
Jiang Zhige immediately felt a sense of crisis. That old man in white robe left without killing Shen Quan. Now, who knew whether Shen Quan would be frightened or he would vent his anger toward the white-robed old man on him and Nangong Rou.
Noticing a hostile gaze, the steward of the Shen Family sighed. He got up, walked over, and said, “Children, you’d better leave Yucheng quickly. The patriarch has always been a narrow-minded person. You failed to take the immortal as your master. Once the patriarch’s leg injury heals up, he will surely take revenge on you.”
“Thank you.”
Jiang Zhige was in a foul, solemn mood. After he finished speaking, he immediately pulled Nangong Rou, who was still sobbing and began to run out of the city.
The steward of the Shen Family was correct, for he and Nangong Rou had failed to take the old man in white robe as their master, so they were still ordinary beggars.
As one of the more affluent and prominent merchants in Yucheng, how could Shen Quan let go of two little beggars who had humiliated him?
So this was not the time to ponder. If Jiang Zhige had left any later, the Shen Family goons would probably beat him to death on the spot.
Initially, he thought that even if he wanted to make the best use of the opportunity granted by the master, he would have to make proper preparations over the next few days. However, he didn’t expect this opportunity to be his only way out of the current predicament.
Nangong Rou couldn’t react to Jiang Zhige’s sudden action, but seeing the seriousness in Jiang Zhige’s eyes, she subconsciously didn’t dare to cry anymore.
“Brother, are we going back?”
“No, brother will take you to a fun place, but it is a little far away. If Rou’er is obedient, brother will give Rou’er some delicious food, okay?”
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Jiang Zhige looked calm on the surface, but he was just hiding his inner conflicts.
If this opportunity presented by this white-robed old man was not beneficial, he and Nangong Rou would definitely end up freezing to death in the heavy snow.
Hearing that there was something delicious, Nangong Rou quickly changed her mood and said excitedly, “Brother, don’t cheat later, okay? Rou’er will be obedient!”
In the sound of childish laughter, the backs of the siblings gradually moved away from Yucheng.
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“What a resolute mind for a child of nine years of age. Even I find it a little unconvincing to believe that such a child would grow up to be the Demon Emperor who shook the Heavenly Realm.”
“Nonsense, the Demon Emperor has been begging since childhood and has survived alone in troubled times. Compared with ordinary children who have shelter to live in, the cold winter alone was enough to make him die more than a hundred times.”
“Yeah. Moreover, even at the moment of life and death, the Demon Emperor is trying his best to make Fairy Nangong happy.”
Everyone in the hall sighed for a while. Having witnessed the previous memories, they all knew how difficult it would have been for an injured Jiang Zhige to complete the ten-mile journey.
In the cold winter, compounded with hunger, physical weakness, and pain, the possibility of Jiang Zhige safely reaching ten miles east of the city while caring for Nangong Rou was almost zero.
Not far away, Qu Yun looked gloomy and uncertain. Since they could see these memories, it was obvious that Jiang Zhige did not die on the way.
It was such a desperate situation. What did Jiang Zhige and Nangong Rou experience on the way?
Nangong Rou, who was next to him, let out a long sigh, looking a little melancholy.
Even if she hated Jiang Zhige now, she had to admit that she once liked him.
Back then, Jiang Zhige was not a great cultivator who could defeat hundreds single-handedly, nor was he the Demon Emperor in charge of the Heavenly Realm, but he captivated Nangong Rou’s heart.
But who would have known that this brother and sister who survived in desperate situations together would turn against each other in the far future just because of a treasure?
“Jiang Zhige, what happened to you later…”
Seeing these long forgotten memories, Nangong Rou’s heart grew more perplexed.
What would she do if she were given a chance to start everything over again?
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An hour later, outside Yucheng city.
It would only take two and half hours for an ordinary person to walk ten miles, but even after walking for an hour, it seemed that Jiang Zhige hadn’t even finished a quarter of it.
It was like the heavens themselves were intentionally mocking Jiang Zhige as snow began to fall once again.
Creak, creak…
The thick snow was enough to cover Jiang Zhige’s knee. He carried Nangong Rou on his back and walked with great difficulty while enduring the pain.
Behind him, Nangong Rou’s complexion looked poor as she muttered, “Brother, how long until we reach there? Rou’er is so hungry…”
She was in better condition than Jiang Zhige, but she had not eaten enough for half a month and was about to collapse.
“Come on, Rou’er, hold on for a while longer.”
Jiang Zhige’s face was pale, and his lips had turned purple because of the piercing cold wind.
In the boundless snow, his frail body seemed so small.
Jiang Zhige thought of giving up and dying in snow more than once, but the weight on his back kept reminding him that he must not die. Otherwise Nangong Rou would not be spared.
Jiang Zhige raised his head and looked in front of him. In fact, he still had a glimmer of hope.
It was not snowing heavily today. If Jiang Zhige’s will was strong enough, he might be able to lead Nangong Rou to the plum blossom tree that the white-robed old man mentioned.
But there was another condition: the assumption that the weather would not get any worse.