The Arrogant Immortal
Chapter 441 - 440: Fusang Divine Tree

Chapter 441: Chapter 440: Fusang Divine Tree

In the heart of the Fusang Secret Realm, there stood a Fusang Tree.

Its enormous trunk bore hints of reddish-yellow, its branches twisted and entwined in complexity, lush green leaves abounded, bursting with life. Moreover, the Fusang Tree was so tall that one could not see its top with the naked eye, like a large umbrella covering the entire center of the secret realm.

This tree greatly resembled the pattern of the Fusang Order.

There was a treehouse perched in the Fusang Tree.

Xie Jiuniang lay there in stillness, her wounds having been treated by others, yet she was still unable to move.

"You’ve finally awakened?"

The voice was exceptionally soft and pleasing, rousing Xie Jiuniang from her groggy state.

That voice then said, "You’ve been in a coma for a month."

A month?

Xie Jiuniang’s head throbbed with pain.

Scenes from before her coma flashed through her mind, her master dying for her sake... Suddenly, her head hurt once more, and she slipped back into unconsciousness.

Only to hear the voice urgently say, "Not good, she just woke up and has been overwhelmed into unconsciousness again, Momo, quickly come save her."

A green orb of light gathered out of thin air in the treehouse and slowly formed into a figure.

The person appeared to be a fifteen or sixteen-year-old youth, barefoot like jade, draped in a red robe entwined with green branches, his facial features exquisitely fine, skin clear and flawless, beauty indistinguishable between male and female. He had an aura of pureness about him, extremely clean, his long hair cascading down like a waterfall, each strand seemingly alive, moving without wind.

His first action was to check Xie Jiuniang’s injuries, then he infused her with green vitality.

At this moment, someone flew in from outside.

The man was exceedingly handsome, fairy-like in appearance, it was Mo Chuan without disguise.

Mo Chuan approached and examined Xie Jiuniang’s condition, "Was she triggered into fainting again?"

"She just woke up, and I didn’t say anything," said the youth, sitting beside the rudimentary bed, feeling wronged in his heart.

Mo Chuan said, "I didn’t say it was your fault."

"Then she is..."

"It’s probably that she’s yet to accept some things," Mo Chuan didn’t elaborate, but the youth understood immediately.

The youth said, "Don’t you want to think of a way to help her?"

"In such cases, outsiders can’t help; one must come to terms with it themselves."

Chaoyan had fallen, and she had been shaken to no small extent. Prolonged stress was detrimental to both body and cultivation, with a slight misstep leading to the sudden onset of inner devils, trapped by delusions. Unfortunately, such matters could only be endured, and the person in question had to find their own way out, beyond the aid of others.

Mo Chuan’s palm hovered above Xie Jiuniang’s brow. A shimmering green light appeared, gradually relaxing her previously furrowed brows, unbeknownst to her.

"I’ll go find some medicine; you continue to watch over her, call me if there’s an emergency," Mo Chuan left once again.

Xie Jiuniang, who was supposed to be in a coma, was actually unconscious yet held a sliver of awareness, knowing there were people outside.

Someone had saved her.

The voice was a bit familiar, yet also foreign.

For a time, Xie Jiuniang couldn’t recall who it was.

In her dazed state, someone treated her wounds, and a strange yet gentle voice prattled in her ear, snippets of conversation she couldn’t quite remember.

Later, she remembered.

That nagging voice urged her to wake up quickly, saying her coma was a form of evasion from responsibilities on her shoulders...

What responsibilities did she bear?

Xie Jiuniang, not fully lucid, puzzled over this for a long time but still could not remember the responsibilities she carried. Later, someone moved her into a pool.

It seemed to contain water.

Immersed, it was exceedingly comfortable, significantly easing the pain in her body. But before she could finish soaking, she fell into a blissful sleep. When she regained slight consciousness, she found herself lying on the bed.

A voice was speaking near her ear.

She struggled to listen carefully, but couldn’t make out the sounds clearly.

Days like this repeated countless times, until one day, she finally woke up and slowly opened her eyes.

Upon awakening, the first thing that flashed through her mind was the scene of Chaoyan being pierced through the heart by a long spear.

The tip of the spear was stained with blood, extremely sharp.

Suddenly, a familiar searing pain surged through her Sea of Consciousness...

"You must stay calm."

A voice suddenly reminded her.

Xie Jiuniang thought to herself, this was not the gentle voice that often nagged in her ear.

In front of her bed, there stood a man in a white robe, wearing a dark-colored cloak that partly concealed his face. It was hard to see who he was at first glance, but he said again, "Even if it’s for revenge, you must steady your emotions and allow your body to recover quickly. This is as much as I can help you with your condition."

"Was it you who saved me?" Xie Jiuniang’s voice was extremely hoarse, and her words were not very clear.

The other person seemed to hear her clearly, "I merely helped to treat your injuries. It was the Fusang Divine Tree that truly saved you."

Xie Jiuniang’s eyes were dull for a long time, her face devoid of any expression.

Outsiders had no idea what she was thinking.

In a place unseen by the two of them, at the heart of the Fusang Divine Tree’s main trunk, there was a small space rich with the essence of life, where an exquisitely beautiful youth appeared to be resting with closed eyes.

The youth did not seem to be of the mortal realm, his aura pure and clean.

The one who saved Xie Jiuniang that day was indeed the Fusang Divine Tree of the Secret Realm.

Or perhaps the Spirit of the Secret Realm.

This Secret Realm was called Fusang, and it was named so because there was a Fusang Divine Tree within. When the Divine Fusang Tree sensed danger to Xie Jiuniang through the Fusang Order, it used the Order to locate her position and forcibly opened the entrance to the Secret Realm, then asked Mo Chuan to help bring the person into the Secret Realm.

Xie Jiuniang was unaware of these things for the time being. What came to mind were the words of the person she just heard: she must not indulge in sorrow, she must not give up on herself. Her master had told her that day to strive to survive.

Survive!

The enemy who killed her master was still alive.

What right did she have to die?

Unknowingly, blood seeped from the corner of Xie Jiuniang’s mouth, her eyes shifting from their initial confusion to hatred. Her emotions were so intense that it caused instability in her surrounding Spiritual Power.

Suddenly, a cool breeze swept over her body.

The hatred that enmeshed Xie Jiuniang suddenly calmed down, and as she looked at the person beside the bed, she just caught him pulling his hand back.

That hand still carried a green glow.

The glow concealed vitality and a faint coolness.

What drew Xie Jiuniang’s attention was not just that, but also the distinct and particularly good-looking hands.

"Mo Chuan?" Xie Jiuniang’s hoarse voice suddenly called out the other’s name.

The person in the cloak looked up, seemingly surprised as he looked at her, "You know who I am? How did you know?"

Xie Jiuniang’s mouth curled with a hint of sarcasm, "The Mo Family wants to kill me, yet you save me... What do you want to gain from me?"

"I just want my family and myself to survive."

"Isn’t that interesting..."

"Indeed? I also find it unbelievable, but it’s true," Mo Chuan’s voice was slightly hoarse, carrying a hint of self-mockery.

What was truly fearsome was not Xie Jiuniang.

But the Heavenly Dao behind Xie Jiuniang.

Heavenly Dao was settling scores, whether one could survive was a matter of luck.

Mo Chuan suspected that Xie Jiuniang knew this but had never spoken of it. After all, she was not a foolish person and probably could guess something of the intentions of Heavenly Dao.

Indeed, upon hearing his words, there was no surprise on her face.