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I stood there helplessly, watching Du Ming succumb to madness, the phrase "succumbing to madness" echoing in my mind. Is this the price of cultivation? Am I destined to watch him be consumed by the malevolent energy within him?
Just as despair washed over me, an elderly voice suddenly rang in my ear: "What are you panicking about? I'm still here."
I turned around abruptly and saw an old man in a gray robe who had appeared in the room without me noticing. His hair and beard were white, yet he appeared vigorous, with deep-set eyes that seemed to see through everything.
"Who are you?" I asked cautiously.
The old man stroked his beard and smiled faintly. "Who I am is not important; what matters is that I can save him."
I felt as if I had grasped a lifeline and excitedly asked, "Can you really save him? Please, I'll do anything if you can just save him!"
The old man did not answer my question directly but turned to Du Ming and asked, "Young man, are you willing to go with me to a certain place?"
Du Ming, enduring the pain within him, nodded with great difficulty.
"Very well." The old man smiled with satisfaction and then turned to me, saying, "Girl, you should come along too."
Before I could react, the old man waved his hand, and a powerful force enveloped Du Ming and me. In the next moment, we found ourselves in a space shrouded in white mist.
"This is..." I looked around in surprise but could see nothing clearly.
"This is the place where you seek answers," the old man said calmly. "If you want to save him, you must pass my test."
As soon as he finished speaking, the thick fog before us suddenly dispersed, revealing a rugged mountain path.
"Follow me," the old man said as he stepped onto the mountain path first.
Du Ming and I exchanged glances and followed closely behind. I knew this would be a journey full of challenges, but for Du Ming, I was unafraid.
The mountain path twisted and turned; we walked for what felt like an eternity without any change in scenery, as if trapped in a maze. Fatigue began to set in, but seeing Du Ming ahead kept me gritting my teeth and pushing forward.
"Girl, have you ever thought about what you truly want?" The old man suddenly stopped and turned to ask me.
I was taken aback; this was a question I had never seriously considered. Marrying Du Ming had initially been for family reasons and later out of responsibility, but what did I truly want?
"I... I don't know," I shook my head in confusion.
"Don't know? Heh, if you don't even know what you want, how can you save him or heal the suffering of this world?" The old man's words struck my heart like a heavy hammer.
I fell silent. Yes, I possessed medical skills but couldn't even see clearly into my own heart; how could I talk about saving others?
"Go meditate. When you find your answer, you'll understand," the old man said before ignoring me and sitting down to meditate on his own.
I took a deep breath, crossed my legs, closed my eyes, and tried to empty my thoughts. Time passed second by second; my mind remained chaotic, with various thoughts intertwining that prevented me from finding peace.
Just when I was about to give up, the painful image of Du Ming suddenly flashed in my mind, along with his selfless determination to protect me. My heart trembled, and a warm current surged within me.
In that moment, I suddenly understood that what I wanted was to be with him, to protect him, and to make him happy. Wasn't my pursuit of medical skills meant to alleviate the suffering of the world and safeguard their happiness?
My heart gradually calmed down, and an unprecedented strength emerged from deep within me. I felt the spiritual energy within me flowing rapidly, as if breaking through some kind of barrier. I slowly opened my eyes, and the scene before me became clearer. I could sense every strand of spiritual energy around me and even hear the breathing of the flowers, grass, and trees.
"Congratulations, Girl, you have finally found your path," the old man said, looking at me with appreciation in his eyes.
I stood up and deeply bowed to the old man, sincerely saying, "Thank you, senior."
At that moment, Du Ming walked over from a distance, a hint of relief on his face. Clearly, he had also gained insight from his conversation with the old man.
"My master told me that my responsibility is not just to protect my family but also to bring peace and tranquility to this world," Du Ming said, looking at me with determination in his eyes. "Lingxi, are you willing to join me in shouldering this responsibility?"
Looking into his resolute eyes, a warm current surged in my heart. Yes, we bore the responsibility of protecting each other and safeguarding the world. I held his hand and nodded firmly: "I am willing!"
Back at the Du Family, I could clearly feel the changes in Du Ming. He was no longer gloomy as before; instead, he had become more cheerful and sunny. He began to take an active interest in family matters and even made time to drink tea and chat with me. All of this filled me with immense happiness.
However, just as we were immersed in this sweetness, an undercurrent began to stir quietly.
"Lingxi, have you really decided to be with Du Ming?" The voice of Green Tea sounded particularly harsh on the other end of the phone.
"Of course, I've made my decision," I replied without hesitation.
There was a moment of silence on the other end before a cold laugh came through: "Do you really think he loves you sincerely? You're too naive, Guo Lingxi!"
I frowned, about to retort when Green Tea hung up abruptly. A sense of unease crept into my heart; her words felt like a thorn piercing through me.
A few days later, I accidentally discovered a document in Du Ming's study that contained information about spirit stone transactions. To my shock, the trading partner was a mysterious organization from the black market!
My heart sank; could Du Ming have any connection with this mysterious organization? I tried to calm myself down as I carefully read through the document in search of answers.
Just then, Du Ming pushed the door open and walked in. Upon seeing the document in my hands, his face turned pale with anger. He snatched it away from me and said coldly, "Who let you in here?"
I was startled by his sudden outburst but mustered up the courage to ask, "What is going on? What is your relationship with this mysterious organization?"
Du Ming did not answer my question; he merely looked at me coldly, his eyes filled with unfamiliarity and wariness. In that moment, I felt as if I had fallen into an ice pit—my whole body felt cold as ice.
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