Otherworld Advance Team
Chapter 1845 - 1838: The Decline of Wenxing

Chapter 1845: Chapter 1838: The Decline of Wenxing

"Uh, I don’t quite understand..." Fula said, troubled.

"You should learn more about Dialectical Materialism from your sister, she’s definitely studied this stuff." Luo’er said with a helpless shake of his head.

"Are you saying I’m uneducated?"

"Not exactly..." Luo’er pressed his lips, then smiled slightly, "Thank you, I feel much better now."

"Hehehe, you noticed right away," Fula laughed naively and continued, "I don’t really understand political dialectics or anything like that, I just know you’re unhappy, so I want to cheer you up."

"I can breathe a little easier now, you don’t have to worry about me." Luo’er said with a gentle shake of his head.

"Then how do you really feel about Ichuan Fei?"

"How should I put this, he’s kind of like... Princess Melia..."

"Are women all you can think about?" Fula asked jealously.

"Not really, it’s just that over the years, only two have truly impressed me. Princess Melia and Ichuan Fei. When I guessed his plan and got his confirmation, I practically thought the heavens were jealous of his genius."

"You’re amazing too, being able to figure out his plan without any hint, and getting it almost exactly right. If you were in his place, you’d probably do the same, wouldn’t you?"

"Maybe..."

"Hey, Luo’er, I think you’d never become someone like that..."

"That’s hard to say, social existence determines social consciousness. I was born after the war, raised under the red flag, my character, my views, all shaped by modern societal influences, so when I came to the Otherworld, I seemed so out of place..."

"So, I can’t say that if I were in Ichuan Fei’s perspective, I would do better than him. But, I might choose to sacrifice less, maybe..."

"Now that we’re taking them back, what if the Wu Family finds out, what should we do?" Fula asked uneasily.

"Do you need to ask me? The choice is in your hands."

"But you’re the Captain, commanding authority, aren’t you?" Fula said confidently.

"Yes, yes," Luo’er chuckled softly and shook his head, "now that Yichuan Ying and her brother are members of our Advance Team, you should know what to do, right?"

"Understood!" Fula said enthusiastically.

Finally, she couldn’t help but mutter: "Yet again, you push the problem onto me, sneaky..."

Inside Liangyu Mansion, Ichuan Fei leaned against Liyang’s embrace, eyes closed, and asked: "Has the National Teacher left?"

"They’ve gone, without any unexpected incidents." Liyang lowered her head and said softly.

"That’s good..."

"Do you trust the National Teacher that much?"

"Do you believe in destiny?" Ichuan Fei retorted.

"I don’t believe in it, I only know about forever." Liyang said, holding him closer.

"Why must it be like this, I’m already..."

Ichuan Fei hadn’t finished speaking when Liyang pressed her finger against his lips.

She looked down at Ichuan Fei, tears streaming down as she sniffled and said: "It’s my fault, I didn’t protect you well. If I had gone on the conquest with you back then, the later things wouldn’t have happened..."

"I went to fight, not to hunt."

"I should have been protecting you all the time, that’s my duty as a Shadow Guard..."

"As a Shadow Guard, you’ve already overstepped your bounds..."

"So what, so what?" Liyang held him tightly, her face pressed against his hair, whispering, "I, I have something to tell you..."

"It must be something very important to me, right?"

"Yes," Liyang leaned towards his ear, gently exhaling warmth, tears in her smile, "I, I seem to be carrying your child..."

"What!" Ichuan Fei’s eyes widened instantly, almost shouting, "Why didn’t you say so earlier?"

"I won’t leave with the National Teacher, I want to stay by your side..."

"You, you..."

Ichuan Fei struggled, trying to sit up.

"I know what you’re trying to say," Liyang held him tight, not letting him escape her embrace, "I will stay with you through the end, then I will leave Liangyu Mansion, find a place where no one can find us, and raise our child. "

"In this situation, you..."

"Don’t forget, I am a Shadow Guard, a Cultivator even the Second Young Master couldn’t help but praise. If I want to leave, no one can stop me."

Hearing her words, Ichuan Fei stopped struggling, opened his weak eyes slightly, and gazed at her affectionately.

"You know," Liyang’s warm tears fell on his face, "I was ready to follow you in death, but the life inside me won’t allow it. If, if I lose him, then I would lose you forever. In that case, even in death, I’d never find peace..."

Ichuan Fei reached out to touch her face, looking towards her abdomen, and closed his eyes in relief: "To hear such good news at the end of my life, I have no regrets. Liyang, I’m sorry, take good care of him..."

"Young Master, are you leaving?" Liyang asked, her voice trembling.

"Yes, farewell forever..."

Ichuan Fei’s breaths grew weaker.

"Won’t you say a proper goodbye before you go?"

Liyang was too heartbroken to speak.

"Hmm..."

Ichuan Fei could only breathe out.

Liyang slowly bent down, tears in her eyes as she kissed Ichuan Fei’s lips. When she rose again, Ichuan Fei had lost all signs of life, his peaceful face looked as if he had just fallen asleep.

In an instant, Liyang’s tears poured out, blurring her vision. Her thoughts, too, drifted back to the not-so-distant past.

"Liyang, you have great potential, a genius in Cultivation. I will teach you with all my might, and make you a true master..."

"Do you see that person? That’s who you’ll be protecting, Ichuan Fei, the Young Lord. You’re close in age, once you finish learning, you’ll be his Shadow Guard. So, try to get along with him now..."

"You’re Liyang, I’m Ichuan Fei... Why did the Master send a little girl to protect me?"

"Don’t stand at the door blocking the light, it makes it hard for me to read. Come in, sit anywhere you like, just don’t interrupt my reading..."

"This cushion, put it under your knees, it’ll be more comfortable. Honestly, you seem well-behaved, why did you get punished to kneel? I’ll go talk to the Master..."

"Hmm, you ask what I think of Cultivators, I have no particular opinion. But if you stay by my side, you may as well learn something useful. After all, you’re a girl, don’t be like those loud boors..."

"Clearly you’re my Shadow Guard, supposed to protect me, yet you fall asleep while I’m reading. Honestly, do you have the resolve to be a Shadow Guard? Well, at least take a blanket, don’t catch a cold..."

"You’re getting more and more out of line, let go of me quickly, you’re a Shadow Guard, here to protect me, not to annoy me. What? You say you won’t move, hm... then just stay still, don’t disturb me from reading..."

"Tens of thousands, erased like cutting grass. I wandered for days and nights in the ice and snow; the crumbling of my faith was far more painful than physical suffering. To think, I studied for decades, and yet am not even as good as the most ordinary Cultivator... Is there really a need for this world to be so cruel..."

"But history never regresses, those old relics should quietly wait to be buried..."

The two were nominally master and servant, but actually childhood sweethearts.

Liyang witnessed Ichuan Fei’s transformation from innocent to composed, from gentle to ruthless. She knew very well how Ichuan Fei became the person he was, so she was never surprised.

In her heart, Ichuan Fei was still the boy standing under the shade, holding a book, looking helplessly at her.

Yet, as Ichuan Fei himself said, history does not turn back. The responsibilities he had to bear, he could not shirk, even if it cost him his life.

Thus, not long after Luo’er left, the de facto ruler of the Dongsheng Empire, the young politician who led the Wen Family’s series of strategies, Ichuan Fei, permanently left this unfair world.