Chapter 516: Chapter 516

After finding Song Boyi, he was not very cooperative.

Song Jian asked about the Holy Object of the Luoshui Clan, but he denied everything to the death.

Originally, Song Jian did not want to get physical, but because he was so uncooperative, Song Jian ended up fighting him, completely disregarding the face of a fellow clan brother.

As the most outstanding disciple of the Heavenly Mechanism Sect for thousands of years, even though he had neglected his cultivation for several years, causing no progress in his cultivation level, he was still able to overpower Song Boyi.

For the wife and daughter he hadn’t seen in many years, the fact that he was still able to hold onto his bottom line was not easy.

If he still couldn’t go to that world, Song Jian did not know what he would become, perhaps he would eventually take a path of no return, using any means necessary, even if those means were despicable and contemptible.

Eventually, he got hold of the Luoshui Clan’s Holy Object.

It was a palm-sized cauldron.

The whole body was golden, with the characters of the Luoshui Clan engraved on the body of the cauldron.

The hand holding the cauldron was stained with fresh blood, Song Boyi’s blood.

"Song Jian! You are the Sect Leader of the Heavenly Mechanism Sect, and you dare to rob me of my property?!"

Song Boyi fell to the ground, glaring at him hatefully.

"This object, wasn’t it also something you stole? The clan members have even come knocking."

Song Boyi’s expression paused, "You mean, the people of the Luoshui Clan? How is that possible, they couldn’t possibly come to this world!"

"If we could go there before, why can’t they come here?"

Song Jian couldn’t be bothered with him; he has always disdained this cousin’s licentious lifestyle.

Song Boyi often wasn’t at the Heavenly Mechanism Sect, always wandering outside. Although he had attained Divinity Transformation, his talents were not high; he was only promoted by the elixirs of the Heavenly Mechanism Sect.

His mind wasn’t on cultivation either, preferring to indulge in dalliances with women.

In the past, female cultivators from other sects even came knocking to settle accounts, and Song Jian, as the Sect Leader, had to step in to bail him out.

"Having cleaned up so many of your messes, consider this as interest. You had better behave from now on, or I might strip you of your position as the Seventh Elder at any time."

"You wouldn’t dare!" Song Boyi said defiantly, "This position was left to me by my father!"

"Your father has already ascended; think about whether you have the capability to go to the Immortal Realm and complain to him."

Song Jian looked at him with disdain.

He took the item and left, leaving Song Boyi infuriated.

After obtaining the Holy Object of the Luoshui Clan, Song Jian called over Nan Xian and Qing Dai.

"I’ve found a way to get there."

The two exchanged a look, extremely excited.

"How do we get there? I’m finally going to see Chu Yan!"

Qing Dai was as excited as a little sparrow, hopping and chirping jubilantly.

Upon hearing her mention Chu Yan thrice in a row, wishing she could immediately jump to his side, Nan Xian felt strangely uncomfortable and said coldly, "Chu Yan already has a wife. Are you so fixated on him because you want to be the other woman?"

Qing Dai suddenly turned to look at him.

"What are you talking about? His fiancée is me; we haven’t even married yet, how could he have a wife?"

Nan Xian chuckled softly, but his eyes did not show any mirth, "How come I’ve heard that the Qingyan God would rather give up the land and title granted by the Immortal Emperor than marry you?

Now Chu Yan is no longer a Divine Monarch but belongs to the underworld. It seems this marriage is already off."

Qing Dai pointed at him, trembling with anger.

Only today did she realize how annoying Nan Xian could be when he spoke.

It was like a knife stabbing straight into her heart!

"It’s off, but I will eventually win him back!"

Qing Dai looked like a bristling little porcupine, her eyes red with emotion.

Thinking back to the humiliation of the broken engagement, Qing Dai found it ridiculous and felt deeply aggrieved that she still sought after Chu Yan, despite being laughed at by many.

Nan Xian noticed her reddened eyes, only then realizing his words had been somewhat harsh.

His tone softened, "You can’t win him back."

"It’s not impossible," she insisted. "If I try hard enough, he will surely be moved by me."

Qing Dai wiped the corner of her eyes with the back of her hand, her nose slightly tingling.

"Being moved isn’t the same as loving. Even if you win him over, he will never love you."

Qing Dai had heard that Chu Yan had cherished someone deeply.

That person had died.

And with them, his heart had died too.

Qing Dai’s father had once said that she was his only daughter, and if Chu Yan married her, he would be marrying the entire Immortal Realm. He would be the carefully nurtured successor her father hoped for.

Unfortunately, neither fame, power, beauties, nor wealth could stir his deadened heart.

If Chu Yan had been greedy for these things, Qing Dai wouldn’t have liked him so much. Instead, his lack of greed and his persistent memories of someone deceased made her even more fixated on him.

Seeing her standing blankly, Nan Xian couldn’t help but ask, "Do you like him that much?"

Qing Dai sniffled and rubbed her sore eyes.

After a long while, she muttered, "It’s not really liking; I’m just very envious."

"Envious of the one who is still on his mind even in death."

"It would be nice if someone remembered me that way, but nobody will."

"Your father cares a lot about you."

Qing Dai was the most beloved princess of the Immortal Emperor, a fact known to everyone.

Her mother was the Empress, of noble birth and pure lineage.

Although her mother had passed away, her father loved her deeply. To this day, he hadn’t remarried or had other children.

Qing Dai thought that Chu Yan and her father shared a similar depth of feeling and excellence, which unwittingly drew her to him.

She too wanted someone to love her as her father had loved her mother.

"Maybe, in the future, someone will think of you that way."

Nan Xian looked at her, his expression blank.

He didn’t know why, but he had suddenly said those words.

When he realized what he had said, he was a bit shocked.

With a slight frown, Nan Xian looked away.

Qing Dai pursed her lips and didn’t continue the topic but asked, "What do you mean by saying he has a wife? Has he forgotten his lover and fallen in love with someone else?"

If that was the case, Qing Dai would feel disappointed.

She harbored a contradictory feeling in her heart.

Sometimes, she hoped Chu Yan wouldn’t fall in love with her, as it would mean a betrayal to his lover, losing the loyal character she admired in him.

Yet, she was always drawn to Chu Yan, wishing to be with him forever.

"It’s not someone else; it’s the person who caused his heart to die that has come back."

Qing Dai stared intently at Nan Xian, slowly blinking after a long while.

"What do you mean? How can the dead come back to life?"

"As long as there’s even a trace of a residual soul, there’s still hope."

"So, the woman has come back to life, and they are together now?"

"Yes, they’ve come through a lot."

Nan Xian looked back at her, his reflection mirrored in her dark, pure eyes.

With a somewhat selfish tone, he said, "Could you perhaps not disturb them?"