Boiling Beast Bloodline-Chapter 825 - 183: The Courier Horse Urgently Gallops

That day, the mountains were ablaze with peach blossoms, radiant as rosy clouds, their delicate pink like the blush on a maiden’s cheeks.

Raindrops fell like beads, as slender as cow hair, slanting onto the petals of the peach blossoms, turning them into something exquisite.

The spring breeze, like a lover’s breath, gently blew the curtain of rain into a light misty veil.

Bai Suqing’s delicate figure stood under the mist-engulfed peach trees, dressed in white, her beautiful features shining as brightly as the rain-soaked blossoms.

Natural enemies always harbor an innate enmity in their blood. It’s a matter of life and death; the crane and the serpent are just such ancient adversaries.

But that day, Yi Jiao couldn’t muster any hint of hatred towards his natural enemy.

A pile of greenstones, a handsome youth, a robe as cool as ice.

Yi Jiao gazed silently at Bai Suqing, her hairpin drenched by the spring rain, quietly observing the crystal-clear droplets on her long eyelashes.

A sword flashing with cold light, a delicate beauty, peach blossoms sculpted by the February breeze.

In the distance, clouds enshrouded the lush green mountains, where two swallows, carrying spring mud, whispered as they flew low.

On the ground, a toad lay on its back, panting heavily like a bull, and a seven-colored elk knelt with its front knees bent, among the muddied, trampled peach blossoms.

Bai Suqing and Yi Jiao both stood in the hazy spring rain, quietly sizing each other up.

The maiden’s eyelids drooped, revealing eyes that could speak, beautiful with a hint of shyness, and carrying a touch of exhaustion, which made her all the more endearing.

Yi Jiao’s icy expression, sealed for a thousand years, in that instant, became the last thin layer of ice in the spring day, which quietly vanished without Yi Jiao even realizing. A sweet and inexplicable sentiment blossomed in his heart like the peach blossoms that had quietly begun to open, gently budding in his chest.

It seemed as if they had watched each other for a long time, yet it could have been but a moment.

With every glance that crossed, a faint blush appeared on the maiden’s delicate face, and her smoky eyes would shyly shift away just a bit.

The girl’s eyes, more intoxicating than the resplendent peach blossoms shimmering in the clouds, finally let Yi Jiao taste what it was like to be tenderly inebriated by time.

He couldn’t help feeling a bit of secret pleasure, for he could sense clearly from afar that this delicate girl, delicate as the peach blossoms, shared the same "thump thump" rhythm of heartbeat with him.

In that instant, Yi Jiao felt as though a deer were pounding against his chest.

Before they knew it, the two of them stood shoulder to shoulder at the mountaintop, facing two steep, interconnected green peaks, like a pair of snuggled statues, with the sea of mist tumbling and the rain blurring everything.

Yi Jiao’s green robe fluttered in the wind, the slanted rain striking the fiery red hair atop his head, and a gentle satisfaction rested on his lean, handsome face.

Above the girl’s head was a verdant banana leaf, held high by a strong and steady hand. The rain tapped on the leaf, composing a poem titled "rustling"; her delicate fingers tightly clenched a stalk of Purple Ganoderma Grass. Two intoxicating dimples accompanied her flowery smile, adorning her tender cheeks, as enchanting as peach blossoms.

All of South Mountain’s "Purple Ganoderma Grass" belonged to Yi Jiao, but the girl took only one stalk.

The girl’s voice was more melodious than an oriole, gentler than the spring rain, more intoxicating than fine wine.

She picked a stalk of "Purple Ganoderma Grass" to save a person, someone she lived with.

A common man, a male. The girl cast a sly look at Yi Jiao when she said this, with a hint of mischief in her eyes.

Yi Jiao’s heart sank, though he still smiled on the surface, yet feeling rather awkward.

The girl did this to repay a debt of gratitude. That utterly ordinary man had once saved her life by chance.

To repay even the smallest kindness with a fountain of gratitude is a simple truth that most people in the world either don’t understand or pretend not to. Yi Jiao understood.

Just like on the Aegean Continent, ordinary people on the Silk Continent would panic at the sight of a Giant Divine Beast.

However, that man did not know that Bai Suqing was a Divine Beast in human form, so he felt no fear.

An accidental encounter caused Bai Suqing to revert to her snake form, which, by a cruel twist of fate, was witnessed by this man, startling him into a faint. Since then, he was like one drunk for a thousand days, breathing yet never waking.

Bai Suqing had to go to South Mountain to find a stalk of "Purple Ganoderma Grass" that could bring the dead back to life, hoping to revive her benefactor.

"Don’t you know that Purple Ganoderma Grass isn’t that spiritual medicine from the legends?" Yi Jiao found a hidden sense of contentment within himself.

"I know," said the girl, her face bearing a heartbreaking wistfulness and sorrow.

"You know, and still you came?" Yi Jiao’s brows twitched. "Don’t you know how the fire crane of Bolangsha deals with serpentine Divine Beasts?"

Somewhere along the way, Yi Jiao’s brows danced furiously, and the corners of his eyes twitched. Jealousy was gnawing at his heart, like a dull knife slowly carving him, like a wildfire burning uncontrollably.

It hurt so much.

"Why don’t you eat me then?" The girl’s eyes turned to the twin peaks nestled closely together in the distance, where two ethereal butterflies fluttered through the fine rain, stumbling in flight before they came to rest on the girl’s white silk sleeves, enticed by the refreshing fragrance there.

This scent intoxicated Yi Jiao as much as the butterflies.

Yi Jiao was starting to find the fine spring rain increasingly annoying, the mountain in the distance ever more loathsome, and the widespread peach blossoms simply intolerable.