Chapter 964: Chapter 298: Medicinal Herb Named Life! Drinking Tea, Fawn, and White Bones!

There are so many complaints that Yuchi didn’t even know where to begin, so he reluctantly turned another page, shook the paper, composed himself, and continued reading aloud in his own voice:

"I am originally from Songquan County, named Xiang Shaoyuan. Since childhood, I’ve had a childhood sweetheart named Xi Jiayu. Remember it’s Xi Jiayu, don’t gloss over her name if you can’t read. She’s such a beautiful and lovely girl, probably the most precious person I’ve ever seen."

"Now, I don’t know if you, fellow Daoist, have such a childhood sweetheart?"

"You have to know that childhood sweethearts are rare. Growing up together means knowing each other inside out, and to end up together is just a match made in heaven, isn’t it? So, fellow Daoist, don’t be jealous of me, because jealousy won’t help in this matter."

Damn, this person is so annoying. You can feel his smugness even through the handwriting! Yuchi’s forehead veins pulsed as he continued reading:

"To get back on track, we made vows from a young age. I swore I would marry her when we grew up, and she firmly said she would marry me."

"But that year, that man appeared—a man named Cao Qingyu clearly coveted her beauty. He first approached me to negotiate, trying to get me to leave her voluntarily."

"But as a man, how could I choose to leave her at that time?"

"Even though it was a large sum to me, I knew deeply that if I did so, I would live my life in endless regret."

"Gold and silver can’t dress up a lowly, filthy soul."

"Later..."

"He stopped negotiating with me, saying I was ultimately a good-for-nothing man, which of course made me furious. I challenged him, and he didn’t care about me and agreed to my request right away."

"Of course, I wasn’t afraid. For the sake of my future wife, what was there to worry about even if I died on the stage? So he and I found a deserted place and had a fierce battle. From the moment you see this letter, you probably know what happened."

"Yes, I ultimately couldn’t beat him, and while gravely wounded, I slipped away from the arena, preparing to see her one last time. But on the way, I sensed I wouldn’t make it back. At my last moments, I had to write down these sour words with all my might, these might be my only words left."

"It’s not because I want you to avenge me; there’s nothing to avenge in the first place. I wanted to spar with him, and ultimately, my skills were inferior. I can’t accept losing like this. I just feel that after I die, she might be a bit lonely. So if you have the time, could you visit her for me?"

"If she still lives on that street, give her this red jade hairpin. We agreed on it before, and now it should return to its rightful owner, haha. And the thirty thousand silver are buried under a tree at my home, yes, the big tree in the yard. I saved it every month as a betrothal gift for her; now that I’m dead, the gift isn’t needed, so it’s naturally yours, fellow Daoist. I hope you won’t break your promise."

"Otherwise, I’ll curse you, ah!"

Yuchi finished reading, and as he did, he started crying—not tears of being touched, but because the jade hairpin and some other Spirit Stones had been exchanged for Dao points! The jade hairpin was despised as just one Dao point during the exchange.

So, the task items were lost. What to do? Accept the task again? I’m at a dead end—who would have thought such a development could happen? Who would know?

Encountering a dead person in the wild is nothing unusual, especially for Cultivators, so at first, Yuchi didn’t think much of it; he wasn’t even slightly emotional. After all, battles between Cultivators inevitably lead to death.

Cultivators lose the shackles of mortal laws and also their protection. How could one really rely on the Great Tang Prison to protect such scattered battles? 𝘧𝓇𝑒𝑒𝑤ℯ𝑏𝓃𝘰𝑣ℯ𝘭.𝘤ℴ𝘮

The Great Tang Prison only manages conflicts between Cultivators and mortals, preventing Cultivators from making fatal moves against mortals. Essentially, besides the most basic morality, there are no laws between Cultivators. Once you walk the path of a Cultivator, your life and death are left to fate, and wealth depends on the heavens.

"So when I saw you, I thought of burying you properly. You had a Storage Ring, right? I just took it to avoid wasting things. But then you pulled out a letter and wrote so many words; you could’ve gone back to Songquan County in that time, right?"

In Yuchi’s mind appeared an image of a Male Cultivator coughing blood while moved by his own words. This Cultivator was truly exasperating yet left him without anger—after all, he didn’t hold resentment toward Cao Qingyu, who killed him, a man who could take a loss.

So what to do now? The jade hairpin has already been exchanged by me, and the Immortal Stone doesn’t have a return policy. So what to say if I meet Xi Jiayu? That her childhood sweetheart’s jade hairpin was sold by me as junk?

She... she might hit me!

Yuchi’s lips twitched as he quickly glanced around to ensure nobody was watching before comforting himself slightly: "It’s alright, alright. I’ll buy a new one in the city later. After all, it’s the thought that counts, right?"

"This jade hairpin was just worth a couple of silvers. I’ll buy her one worth ten silvers to make it even grander, okay?"

"Don’t come to me in dreams; it was an unintentional act."