Chapter 302: If This Man Can Reach the Mountainside

A man dressed in Daoist robes descended from the sky and arrived by the woman’s side.

The Saint of Fuchen Holy Land—Shen Xiao.

If Mo Wenwen was the Pure Phoenix of Fuchen Holy Land,

Then Shen Xiao was the Azure Dragon of Fuchen Holy Land, and even the Azure Dragon of the entire Fuchen Continent.

Although Shen Xiao’s bone age was only three years older than Mo Wenwen’s, he was already at the Late Stage of the Nascent Soul Realm.

A twenty-one-year-old at the Late Stage of the Nascent Soul Realm was terrifying enough.

“Wenwen, is there anything special about this man?”

Shen Xiao asked with a smile, though he only spared a single glance at the man in the Mirror Flower Water Moon, not paying much mind to him.

Soon, Shen Xiao’s eyes shifted to Mo Wenwen’s face.

In Fuchen Holy Land, it was rumored that Shen Xiao had been pursuing Mo Wenwen for a long time.

Everyone felt they would become a legendary tale of a Saint and a Saintess.

Even the novelists of the Myriad Laws World were ready to pick up their pens and write down their story.

However, unfortunately, Mo Wenwen did not like him.

Or rather, Mo Wenwen didn’t believe she would ever fall in love with anyone in her life.

Thus, Mo Wenwen had rejected him very clearly, without any hesitation or lingering ambiguity.

But Shen Xiao did not give up and continued to pursue Mo Wenwen.

This was once seen as romantic by the women of Fuchen Holy Land.

If Lin Xun knew about this, he would only give a chuckle.

This Shen Xiao was tall and handsome, possessed great cultivation talent, and held the status of a Saint.

That was why those women found his persistent pursuit romantic, even wishing they could replace their own Saintess.

However, if an ordinary Disciple failed to pursue Mo Wenwen yet remained persistent…

…they would likely be mocked as a toad lusting after swan meat, thick-skinned, and ungrateful… However, in Fuchen Holy Land, there were certainly many who liked Mo Wenwen, but almost none had the courage to pursue her.

Not to mention that the Saint of Fuchen Holy Land had already publicly declared his affection for Mo Wenwen.

They didn’t think they would ever win the Saintess’s favor.

That being the case, they felt there was no need to express their feelings and make an enemy of Shen Xiao.

Above the clouds, Mo Wenwen instinctively distanced herself from the man; she wasn’t used to anyone being so close to her.

“It’s nothing, just a Cultivator I don’t quite understand.”

Mo Wenwen said indifferently, answering his previous question without offering much explanation.

Hearing Mo Wenwen’s explanation, Shen Xiao, the Saint of Fuchen Holy Land, didn’t care much either.

To Shen Xiao, Mo Wenwen had simply found something interesting again.

Shen Xiao, and indeed everyone in Fuchen Holy Land, knew.

Mo Wenwen loved to daze off.

Sometimes she would stare blankly at a small white cloud in the sky.

Sometimes she would smooth her skirt and squat by the roadside like a little girl, watching ants in a daze.

The young girl would also daze at a tree or a blade of grass.

On snowy days, she would extend her slender, jade-like fingers from her sleeves to catch a snowflake and stare at it.

Until the snowflake melted from the warmth of her fingertips, slowly turning into a drop of water that trickled down.

To everyone in Fuchen Holy Land, it seemed they rarely saw their Saintess cultivating or heard of her going into secluded meditation.

It was as if for Mo Wenwen, “dazing off” was her way of cultivation and seeking the Dao.

Yet, through dazing off until now.

The eighteen-year-old Mo Wenwen was already at the Middle Stage of the Nascent Soul Realm.

In any other era, Mo Wenwen’s cultivation talent would have been the highest.

But this era was a momentous one with far too many geniuses… However, even though it was an era of great Luck and emerging geniuses.

No one in Fuchen Holy Land believed their Saintess was inferior to any other.

Because their Saintess had gone from being a simple Mortal with a Spiritual Root to a Favored Daughter of Heaven in the Nascent Soul Realm in less than four years.

Perhaps Jiang Qingshang of Zilin Holy Land was currently the most famous.

But they believed that in the near future, their Saintess would surely take her place.

It’s just that their Saintess’s personality… was truly… truly too indifferent… “Wenwen, aren’t you going to ask how I got here?”

Although he was somewhat saddened by Mo Wenwen intentionally distancing herself,

Shen Xiao had grown used to it.

Moreover, in Shen Xiao’s eyes, only a girl like this was worthy of his affection.

“If you want to come, then come; if you want to leave, then leave. Why should I ask? What does it have to do with me?”

Mo Wenwen replied calmly, her gaze still fixed on the image.

In the image, the man was following behind others in pain, looking as if he were suffering from diarrhea.

But the thing was, no matter how pained his expression or how difficult his steps,

The man was consistently moving toward the mountainside… while one by one, those around him collapsed and lost consciousness.

Many others couldn’t bear it anymore, knowing their willpower had reached its limit, and turned to head back down.

“Wenwen, you’re still so cold.”

Shen Xiao sighed.

Mo Wenwen didn’t reply, as what he had just said was meaningless.

“Wenwen, how about you and I form a team for the Rootless Secret Realm this time?”

No longer beating around the bush, Shen Xiao stated his request.

“We are already on the same team, why ask such a thing?”

Mo Wenwen finally turned to glance at him, but it was only a single glance.

Mainly, Mo Wenwen truly didn’t understand why he said that.

Because the Fuchen Holy Land’s expedition to the Rootless Secret Realm consisted of five-person teams.

She was already in the same team as him.

“Wenwen, I mean, while a five-person team is indeed much safer, it’s also quite boring.

So I proposed to Master that we form a two-person team.

The other three will be teamed up with the two Loose Cultivators we recruit from Heart Refining Mountain.

Wenwen, what do you think?”

“There’s no need.” Mo Wenwen shook her head. “Senior Brother, I don’t like you, and I don’t want to be in a team alone with you.”

Saying this, Mo Wenwen sighed:

“Please stop wasting your efforts on me, Senior Brother. In this life, I am a companion to the Dao, and I have no desire for a Dao Companion.”

Shen Xiao looked at Mo Wenwen affectionately. “Wenwen, are you really not going to give me even a single chance?”

Mo Wenwen shook her head. “We are Daoists pursuing the Heavenly Dao; why are you so obsessed with love, Senior Brother?”

“We aren’t monks. Love is a form of cultivation; why can it not be pursued?”

“How about this.”

Mo Wenwen looked toward the Mirror Flower Water Moon.

“If this man can reach the mountainside, you will stop bothering me, Senior Brother. How about it?”