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Under the night sky of Bi shui Palace, the silver light is bright, and the moonlight is like water, gently sprinkling on the green Fairy Island. On Fairy Island, mist lingers, as if it were a mysterious and distant dreamland. On such a night, Molan lightly steps on the path back to the palace.
Molan walks lightly, but her heart is not as relaxed as her steps. Today's events have caused her inner turmoil, making it difficult to calm down. Tonight, Bi shui Palace is hosting a grand fairy banquet, with various fairy families gathering. It should have been a joyous occasion, but for Molan, it is a spiritual trial.
At the banquet, Molan happened to hear rumors about her past, and although this was not the first time, every time she heard them, ripples of unease would inevitably rise in her heart. She used to be labeled as a malicious supporting female character, and now she strives to change, but it seems that she can never escape the shadow of her past.
"Could it be that no one really understands that my determination to change is simply to stop living under the judgment of others?" Molan silently asked herself, her steps involuntarily slowing down. She stopped, looked up at the bright moon in the night sky, and her heart was filled with complex emotions.
At this moment, a gentle voice sounded in her ear, breaking the silence of the night: "Molan, are you alone here? Have you encountered any difficulties?" It was Besha, the owner of the Bi shui Palace, and also a highly respected female deity in the immortal realm for Molan.
Molan turned around and saw Besha walking towards her with light steps. In the moonlight, her emerald green long hair swayed gently in the wind, appearing exceptionally elegant. Molan softly replied, "Senior Besha, the evening breeze is refreshing. I just wanted to calm my mind."
Abbreviation of the original name approached Molan with a gentle smile and said softly, "Everyone's past is an indelible mark, but what's more important is the present and the future. Molan, I see your efforts and changes, and I am deeply gratified."
Molan couldn't help but show a grateful look in her eyes upon hearing Abbreviation of the original name's words. They were like a clear spring, cleansing the dust in her heart and bringing a sense of warmth.
"Senior's words, Molan, are engraved in my heart. However, sometimes, there is inevitably a bit of confusion in my heart, not knowing the way forward..." Molan said softly, with a hint of helplessness in his tone.
Besha reached out and gently patted Molan's shoulder, his eyes filled with encouragement: "Everyone's path is different. Molan, your temperament and perseverance are your greatest assets. As long as you have good intentions and persist, you will eventually overcome all obstacles and find your own path."
Molan listened to the words of the original name, and her heart gradually brightened. Yes, since she had chosen the path of cultivating immortality, she should bravely face everything. She smiled slightly and said, "Thank you for your guidance, Molan will always remember it and live up to this life."
On the night of Bi shui Palace, the moonlight shone quietly, illuminating the entire Fairy Island. Molan walked alone on the way back to the palace, feeling much more relaxed in her heart.
She walked very slowly, each step stepping on the shadow under the moonlight, as if each step was stepping steadily on her heart. At this moment, a familiar figure appeared in her sight. It was Tsang Yen, standing quietly under an ancient tree, his eyes filled with complex emotions.
"Molan," Tsang Yen's voice was very soft, as if afraid of disturbing this peaceful night.
Molan stopped, turned to look at him, and noticed a hint of nervousness in his eyes. She felt a flutter in her heart and nodded slightly, " Tsang Yen, it's so late, why haven't you rested yet?"
"I... I have something to tell you," Tsang Yen hesitated in his tone, but quickly became firm.
Under the moonlight, Tsang Yen confessed his feelings to Molan. His words were few, but each one weighed heavily. " Molan, these days, I have been observing you. Your kindness, your strength, and your pursuit of the Tao have deeply attracted me. I may not be the Immortal Lord in your heart, but I am willing to use all my swordsmanship and life to protect you."
Molan listened with mixed emotions, looking at Tsang Yen's serious and determined eyes, feeling somewhat moved. " Tsang Yen, I..."
Just then, a light cough interrupted their conversation. It was Wuhen, who appeared behind them seemingly out of nowhere, with an inexplicable seriousness on his face. "Did I disturb you?"
Molan looked somewhat embarrassed as he glanced at Wuhen, while Tsang Yen's expression turned cold. "You couldn't have come at a worse time."
Wuhen looked at Molan with complex emotions in his eyes, but quickly concealed them. "Molan, actually I have something to say too. In this vast world, with a long journey ahead in the path of immortality, I am willing to accompany you, whether it's at the ends of the earth or among the stars and the sea."
Molan was even more confused after hearing this. She never expected that overnight, she would become the focus of two people's emotions. She looked at Wuhen and then at Tsang Yen, feeling a mix of complex emotions in her heart.
" Tsang Yen, Wuhen, I... I need time to think," Molan said in a low voice. She didn't want to hurt anyone, but at this moment, she really couldn't make any decision.
Tsang Yen and Wuhen exchanged a glance, although both felt uneasy, they could only respect Molan's decision.
In this awkward and silent atmosphere, a light and graceful footstep suddenly came from a distance, it was Cloud Soaring Immortal Lord. Seeing the three people in front of him, he raised an eyebrow slightly.
"It's so late, what happened?" Cloud Soaring Immortal Lord's voice carried an unmistakable authority.
Molan looked at Cloud Soaring Immortal Lord, feeling even more complicated emotions in her heart. She didn't know what to do, so she could only answer softly, "It's nothing, we're just having a late-night chat."
Cloud Soaring Immortal Lord glanced at Tsang Yen and Wuhen, seeming to have noticed something, but he didn't say much, just lightly said, "It's late, everyone should rest early."
Molan nodded, bid farewell to Tsang Yen and Wuhen, and each went their separate ways.
When Molan returned to her residence and sat by the window, gazing at the moonlight outside, her heart was filled with conflict and unease. She had to make a choice, but no matter whom she chose, it would bring heartache.
It's late at night, but Molan still can't sleep. She picks up her spiritual sword, its blade shimmering softly in the moonlight. The path to immortality is long, and she must continue on with strength, whether it's forming a bond or cultivating immortality, she will not evade it.
Before long, there is a gentle knock on Molan's door. She is surprised, wondering who would visit at this late hour. She tiptoes to the door and opens it to find that it's Cloud Soaring Immortal Lord.
Cloud Soaring Immortal Lord stood outside the door, his face showing a subtle hint of embarrassment. He was dressed in a deep blue immortal robe, embroidered with intricate celestial patterns, giving him a particularly majestic appearance.
"Cloud Soaring Immortal Lord, it's so late. What brings you here?" asked Molan with a hint of surprise.
"Well, it's nothing special, just passing by and wanted to see you," Cloud Soaring Immortal Lord said with a hesitant tone, as if trying to conceal something.
Molan smiled slightly and stepped aside to let him in, saying, "Then please come in."
Cloud Soaring Immortal Lord walked into the room and sat in the seat prepared by Molan. Molan brewed a pot of tea, placed it on the table, and then sat across from him.
Cloud Soaring Immortal Lord looked at Molan with what seemed like a complex emotion in his eyes, and he said, "The moonlight tonight is beautiful."
Molan nodded, "Yes, the night at Bi shui Palace is always so enchanting."
The two fell into silence for a moment. Suddenly, Cloud Soaring Immortal Lord said, "Molan, tonight I saw you and your two fellow daoists together. What were you discussing?"
Molan was slightly stunned, and then explained, "They were just expressing their concern for me."
Cloud Soaring Immortal Lord heard this, and a barely perceptible cold light flashed in his eyes, but he seemed unaware of it himself. He tried to maintain his composure, but asked in an unnatural tone, "How did you respond?"
Molan smiled somewhat helplessly and said, "I told them I need time to think."
Cloud Soaring Immortal Lord seemed to breathe a sigh of relief upon hearing this, but then awkwardly scratched his nose and changed the subject, saying, "Molan, the path of cultivation is long, and sometimes it requires some companionship, but most importantly, one must have a clear understanding in their own heart."
Molan listens to the words of Cloud Soaring Immortal Lord with gratitude. Cloud Soaring Immortal Lord is showing care for her in his own way.
Seeing Molan remain silent, Cloud Soaring Immortal Lord suddenly stands up, as if he has made a firm decision, and his tone becomes resolute: "Molan, I understand that I may seem aloof at times, but I want you to know that my concern for you is no less than anyone else's. I am willing to accompany you and face any tribulations on the path of cultivation together."
The Immortal Lord in the immortal realm, known for his composure, now appears unusually sincere and resolute. His words are like the brightest stars in the night sky, piercing straight to the heart.
Listening to Cloud Soaring Immortal Lord's words, Molan feels ripples in her heart. She stands up, and in this moment, the distance between the two becomes closer. Her eyes shimmer with gratitude: "Cloud Soaring Immortal Lord, I hear your words. I feel this concern. Like the stars in the sky, not dazzling but warm enough."
Cloud Soaring Immortal Lord, usually rational and calm, but at this moment, he seemed a bit uneasy as he lightly clenched his hand, revealing a rare sense of embarrassment. He smiled faintly, with a hint of imperceptible tenderness in his smile: "I am very happy that you understand my intentions. On this path of cultivation, with you accompanying me through wind and rain, it is the greatest comfort."
Molan's heart was deeply moved, and her smile contained a heroic spirit, as if the whole world brightened for it: "Cloud Soaring Immortal Lord, with your words, I am even more confident in the path I have chosen. No matter how fierce the storms ahead, they are not enough to stop our determination to cultivate."
Cloud Soaring Immortal Lord finally lifted the somewhat solemn atmosphere, using a light smile as a segue, "Alright, it's late, I won't disturb your rest. Tomorrow's cultivation requires a well-rested spirit."
Molan nodded slightly, her gaze following Cloud Soaring Immortal Lord's figure until it completely merged into the night, then slowly withdrew. She stood quietly at the door, the night breeze gently brushing, bringing a hint of coolness, but also seemingly taking away some of the troubles in her heart.
On this night, it was an important turning point for Molan. The words of Cloud Soaring Immortal Lord not only made her feel deeply cared for, but also filled her with determination for the path of cultivation.
As the night grew deeper, everything in Bi shui Palace returned to tranquility, but Molan's heart became even more resolute and bright because of this conversation.
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