Chapter 453: 453, I am Chu Jin

A silent night.

The cold moonlight.

The light blue barrier, the tall figure standing with poise, his clearly-defined strikingly handsome features, all is quiet and peaceful.

The man slightly lowers his eyes, his gaze unreadable.

At this moment, his eyes are filled with only her.

Suddenly, from the quiet outdoors, a breeze picks up, lightning strikes, thunder rumbles, and the storm blends with the rain.

Large drops of rain hit the window.

Pitter-patter.

A bit piercing, and somewhat eerie.

As he embarks on this journey, his chances of survival are slim.

It is unknown whether he will have an opportunity to spend the rest of his life with her.

The rest of life seems so long.

Yet also so short.

Only after a long while does the man slowly raise his right hand, a string of transparent symbols congealing in his palm, resembling some kind of ancient script.

They carry a mysterious and weathered air.

His slender fingertips gently touch her forehead, those ancient characters slowly merge into the space between her brows, vanishing from the center of his palm.

As the symbols disappear, the man’s complexion becomes paler.

A layer of fine sweat beads appears on his forehead, sharp as a sculpted ice.

The person on the bed, perhaps dreaming, reveals two shallow dimples on her jade-like cheeks, melting millennia of ice.

"Master, are you sure you want to do this?" Little White had slipped in at some point and spoke cautiously.

At this moment, the man’s originally profound and cold phoenix eyes have turned a terrifying shade of crimson, chilling to behold, and his entire being exudes an intimidating aura that deters anyone from approaching.

White Tiger, being one of the Ancient Spirit Beasts, can unite in mind and spirit with the person it is bound to. Although Chu Jin is nominally its master, Mo Zhixuan is the one truly bound to it, so it knows the reason Mo Zhixuan is doing this.

Upon hearing this, Mo Zhixuan glances at it, without speaking, the color of the symbol under his palm is slowly fading.

"Master," Little White walks to Mo Zhixuan’s feet, looking up at him, reminding him, "There’s only one day left till the night of extreme yin. Doing this will reduce your cultivation by a hundred years..." It was highly irrational for him to damage his own cultivation power at such a time.

The man remains composed, the string of symbols under his palm solidifies into a seal, before finally disappearing into Chu Jin’s space between the brows.

Little White sighs softly, having spoken thus far, it no longer feels it appropriate to say more.

Having completed these actions, Mo Zhixuan slowly turns around, his gaze falling upon the ancient Konghou by the window.

He strides over, lays his hand upon the strings, and instantly, mesmerizing music spills from his fingers.

There is a beauty, unforgettable at sight. A day without seeing her is like madness in the heart.

The phoenix soars high across the sky, the world he travels searching for the phoenix. Alas, the lovely lady is not near the eastern wall.

...

Phoenix, phoenix, return to your land, soar the four seas in search of your mate.

It is the famous ancient guqin melody, "Phoenix Seeks Phoenix".

The tall figure and the Konghou are bathed together in the moonlight.

His well-articulated fingers on the cool, hard strings form a remarkably beautiful scene, extremely pleasing to the eyes.

Unfortunately, the sleeping girl never heard such pleasant music.

Little White beside him was completely astonished.

If it was not mistaken, that Konghou was a relic of the ancient empress.

When the Konghou sings, wonders appear, dragon and phoenix dance.

It’s just a pity, the one playing is not of the Bloodline of Fire Bathing, hence the Dancing Dragon and Phoenix did not grace with their presence.

With this thought, a look of regret shows in Little White’s eyes.

This night, too short.

The exquisite celestial music sleeps with her.

The next day.

The golden sunlight spreads across the land, and when Chu Jin wakes up, it’s already nine in the morning.

This is probably the latest she’s gotten up since her rebirth, having slept very soundly last night without even having a single dream.

Feeling refreshed and at ease early in the morning, as if she were transformed.

Just out of bed, she notices a note left by Mr. Mo.

—Breakfast is ready in the dining room. I’ll return in seven days. Do not worry.

His handwriting is as firm as his character, sweeping through a myriad like a command, powerful enough to pierce through paper.

Like he is himself, cool, serious, and meticulous.

Chu Jin can even imagine how he looked when he wrote this, with eyes lowered.

Lost in thought, her phone lights up.

Chu Jin picks it up—it’s a message from her editor.

Linglong Dice:

(Ahhh! Miss, did you keep up with the pre-sales on DingDing site from yesterday?)

A slight smile plays on Chu Jin’s lips, her fingers dancing over the screen.

Brocade of Beautiful Landscapes:

(I haven’t had the chance to look. What about it?)

Linglong Dice:

(Image/Image/)

The excited editor can’t type any words, but instead sends two images.

The first is the new book sales rankings on the DingDing site.

NO. 1: "Blooms like Brocade."

The second image shows the pre-sale figures for the new book.

Just one day into the pre-sale, and the number of reservations has already reached six figures.

Chu Jin replied with two smiley faces.

This result was expected.

Linglong Dice:

(Hey, beauty, I’m serious, how about riding this wave and starting a series?)

Given the current popularity of "The Return of the Past", starting a new series would definitely create a miracle in the literary world.

"The Return of the Past" has now become a myth in literary circles.

In recent days, whether it’s the editorial department or the publishing houses, all sorts of literary circles have been discussing her.

Everyone is curious about what kind of person could write such beautiful prose.

Some even speculate whether "The Return of the Past" might be an elderly person’s work.

Or perhaps someone who’s already in their mid-forties.

After all, only someone who has experienced much of life could express such profound insights.

Little did they know, the "The Return of the Past" behind the screen was nothing more than a girl in her twenties.

Every time this topic came up, the editors felt a deep sense of accomplishment, and out of respect for the author’s privacy, the website would not reveal personal information. Moreover, the more mysterious something is, the more people yearn for it.

Jinxiu Riverside: (I don’t have such plans at the moment, let’s talk about it after I get through this busy period.)

Linglong Dice: (Ok, I’ll wait for you. Oh, by the way, once all the books are printed, how about we hold a book signing event?)

Not to mention the literary talent of "The Return of the Past", but with that heaven-defying beauty, she could also attract a large fanbase.

A book signing event.

Chu Jin was deep in thought upon reading these three words.

She and Lu Yan still had a tough battle ahead, and the signing event was a must.

The event would only be beneficial to her.

A moment later, she replied, (Sure, when do you want to schedule it?)

Linglong Dice: (Did you just finish your college entrance exams?)

Jinxiu Riverside: (Yes.)

Linglong Dice: (Then I’ll discuss it with the chief editor, and we can talk about it after you start university.)

Jinxiu Riverside: (Alright.)

Linglong Dice: (Which university are you planning to apply to?)

Jinxiu Riverside: (Capital University.)

Four simple words, yet they revealed her determination and confidence.

Even though they were separated by a screen, the editor’s heart trembled.

Capital University, a renowned global institution, ranked in the top ten internationally, with many students sharpening their heads just to get in. Those who manage to get accepted into Capital University are truly the best of the best.

Linglong Dice: (When you have time, remember to create a Weibo account and get verified. Post updates occasionally, interact with your readers to keep up the current popularity.)

Jinxiu Riverside: (Yeah, got it. I have to go now, talk later.)

After sending that message, Chu Jin logged out of WeChat, opened her wardrobe, changed into a new set of clothes, and went to freshen up in the washroom.

Fifteen minutes later, she walked downstairs.

The sunlight streamed in through the window, casting a golden halo around her.

Otherworldly, serene.

An eighteen-year-old girl, her face free of makeup, untouched by any skincare products, her skin as smooth as congealed fat, fair with a touch of red, like pristine white jade, pure and flawless, in the prime of her life, embodying the saying that youth is an asset.

Aunt Zhang just walked in from outside and was momentarily dazzled when she saw the girl descending the stairs, "Miss, you’re up. The master has prepared breakfast; I’ll go heat it up for you."

It really must be hard for the master, to see such beauty every day and still keep himself in check.

"Hmm," Chu Jin nodded slightly, "By the way, Aunt Zhang, it’s just us at home, so you can just call me Jin," her voice was soft but also warm.

Aunt Zhang paused for a moment, then replied, "Alright." Her expression was somewhat touched,

After breakfast.

Chu Jin left Huagui Park, holding an umbrella as she walked towards the crossroads.

She had just reached the crossroads.

A black stretch Rolls-Royce swiftly pulled up and stopped in front of her.

Then, the car door opened.

A middle-aged man stepped out and approached Chu Jin with a smile, "Young lady, may I ask if you know Master Chu? Is she here to set up her fortune-telling stall?"

The man, around 45 years old, was dressed in a traditional long gown and pants, with glossy leather shoes on his feet, reflecting blinding light in the sunlight.

In such scorching weather, he was wrapped up so tightly, one would wonder if he wasn’t overheating.

Chu Jin offered him a faint smile, "That’s me." Those three simple words carried weight.

"Huh?" Upon hearing this, the middle-aged man looked at her incredulously, "Are you Master Chu’s assistant?"

According to rumors, Master Chu was divinely gifted, able to predict life and death, and could even snatch people from the hands of the King of Hell, making them a very mysterious spirit practitioner. How could it be a teenage girl?

Although everyone said that Master Chu was quite young, surely not this young.

Could this girl be even eighteen yet?

Claiming herself as Master Chu, who would believe it?

Chu Jin maintained her composure and spoke calmly, "I am Chu Jin. Do you need something from me?"

"You’re saying you’re Master Chu?" The middle-aged man laughed, "Little girl, have you graduated from high school yet? How old are you this year?"

Whose little miss was this, coming here to pose as Master Chu?

It must be because they don’t get enough homework from their teachers.

Don’t they know to respect their elders and love the young? To actually come and deceive him, an elderly person. Fortunately, he wasn’t yet senile and could still distinguish right from wrong.

It was said that Master Chu hadn’t appeared at this crossroads for a long time. He wondered if he’d be able to meet them today.

"I am indeed Master Chu as you said, guaranteed genuine," Chu Jin raised an eyebrow slightly, "Whether you believe it or not, that’s your business."

It all depends on fate.

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