Rebirth as a Willow Tree, building the strongest tribe in all of eternity
Chapter 1465 - 904:

Chapter 1465: Chapter 904:

"Sir, are you alright now?" Liu RuYan timely walked over, then, without saying another word, directly threw herself into Jiang Hui’s arms, clinging onto him like a frightened little kitten.

The woman’s brows and eyes were tender, her gaze seemed to be veiled with a thin mist, everything left unspoken.

"Sir, if the great calamity cannot be resisted, you might as well leave this place..."

Her porcelain-like hands softly traced circles on Jiang Hui’s chest, her voice faint as a mosquito’s whisper.

During this period, Liu RuYan’s heart had been filled with overwhelming worry.

Although Jiang Hui hadn’t deliberately shared the matter of the Bizarre Clan’s imminent invasion of the Immortal Domain with her,

there’s never been a wall impervious to wind under the heavens.

Much less when Jiang Hui hadn’t intended to hide the matter from her.

That day, the commotion was far too obvious...

As her mosquito-like voice fell, Liu RuYan sighed faintly, barely audible.

Perhaps she simply differed from her original self. Though the two looked identical, with the same figure and demeanor, their personalities diverged fundamentally, deep down to the marrow.

Her original self was willing to sacrifice everything for the sake of all living beings, willing to go all out for righteousness—even abandoning herself for the greater good. But she couldn’t do it.

Maybe she was truly just a simple woman, destined never to become the peerlessly elegant "Empress" spoken of by the Ten Thousand Clans.

But Liu RuYan didn’t care about that. After all, what’s wrong with being a simple woman? All she hoped for was very simple—to hold hands with the person in her heart this life, until eternity, across the tides of time, without regret for this existence.

Feeling the slight trembling of the delicate figure in his arms, Jiang Hui froze momentarily before letting out a bitter laugh. Yet his heart was deeply moved.

To have such a breathtaking woman—like a blossom of jade and a city-toppling beauty—not only thinking of him every moment but also prioritizing his safety above everything else, without requesting anything in return... Surely, no man could resist this silent, tender affection that flowed like water.

That being said, Jiang Hui naturally wasn’t concerned about the arrival of the Bizarre Clan.

If the Ten Ancestors of the Bizarre Clan did not make an appearance, it mattered not who came.

Within the Immortal Emperor Realm, he could disregard anyone, truly invincible within this level.

And this small Immortal Domain could hardly attract the gaze of the Ten Ancestors.

If his guess wasn’t wrong, their adversaries were likely still dormant.

He had merely staged the scene of his potential defeat and the world’s imminent calamity to harvest maximum experience points. However, unexpectedly, it had caused undue concern for his woman.

In her heart, the lives and deaths of the Immortal Domain’s people and the Ten Thousand Clans paled in comparison to him alone.

This was his fault.

Jiang Hui smiled faintly, his slender yet strong fingers gently threading through her silky hair, softly comforting this anxious little kitten in his arms.

"Don’t worry about me. You should know my temperament. Since I dare to step forward, it means I’ve already measured the risks and am not fearful of the great calamity."

Jiang Hui spoke gently. Having held a position of power for so long, it was rare for him to manage a soft tone when he spoke. Most of the time, his words carried an undeniable authority. Yet, in the presence of Liu RuYan, his voice was unusually mellow and natural.

Just as her gaze brimmed with deep affection, resembling a serene spring, his own voice carried an indescribable tenderness.

When their emotions reached their peak, under ordinary circumstances, they would naturally engage in heartfelt conversation.

But as these thoughts settled, Liu RuYan’s voice had already sounded.

"But Sir, didn’t you just say earlier that even you yourself aren’t fully confident in resisting the incoming calamity?"

Her eyes shone luminously, akin to a sliver of light hidden among flowing clouds. She raised her delicate, snow-white chin, gazing skeptically at the proud, out-of-this-world figure before her.

She couldn’t quite understand. Since Jiang Hui was confident in countering the impending calamity, why had he told those Immortal Kings that he wasn’t?

Could it be that he was intentionally comforting her?

She didn’t want such comfort. All she wished for was his safety.

Jiang Hui naturally recognized her thoughts. Yet there were certain reasons—some of which were impossible to explain.

This was his greatest secret, the sole method he could rely on. He couldn’t share it with anyone, no matter their closeness.

For himself, it didn’t matter. But if others discovered his secret, it could burden him with unimaginable karma.

That wouldn’t be a good thing.

Although relying so heavily on external forces might seem excessive,

the saying goes: If one possesses a Golden Finger and doesn’t use it, preferring to climb uphill solely by effort and sweat, there are only two possibilities:

Either they genuinely want to rely on hard work, or their brain has issues.

Jiang Hui’s mind was perfectly sound.

He had "confidence" in his innate talent.

Without the Golden Finger, he wouldn’t even dream of ruling a generation or defeating his peers among the Heavenly Pride. Compared to those ancient talents and geniuses, he would fall short by far more than a mere margin.

Not everyone could become an Emperor Merciless.

Letting these thoughts linger in his mind, Jiang Hui could only chuckle lightly and pat the woman’s head, signaling her not to overthink. Often, things were easy to misconstrue—to arrive at interpretations that were far removed from the truth.

Jiang Hui gently scratched Liu RuYan’s nose: "I just want to see which Immortal Kings will flee the battlefield in the face of danger."

As Liu RuYan nestled in Jiang Hui’s arms, feeling the solid comfort of his embrace, the fear in her heart gradually faded, replaced by an unprecedented sense of security.

Upon hearing his words, Liu RuYan’s delicate brows furrowed slightly. Her eyes reflected a hint of worry but were accompanied by a trace of relief: "I see. As it turns out, Ru Yan was overthinking. However, Sir, please know that no matter the outcome, Ru Yan will stand beside you — advancing and retreating together, even if it leads to my path’s end. I will never regret it."