all the way to fairy

Linshui City, the Phoenix clan’s intelligence base.

"What did you say?" Shao Haoyue looked at the manager in front of him with a look of disbelief.

The level of this intelligence base is relatively low. Although this female fairy is the manager, her level is not very high. She did not dare to complain about Shao Haoyue's poor hearing and repeated it again.

"Jiuxi Divine Lord took action, rescued Luo Dian and the others, and killed a Daozu realm master..."

Shao Haoyue didn't listen to the rest of the conversation. She murmured in a low voice: "Why would Master save Huahua?"

He told her personally that year that one has to protect the people one cares about, and no one else has the obligation to do so.

So, she disguised herself as an ordinary soldier, fighting non-stop, moving from one battlefield to another, in one war after another, to stimulate her potential and hone her fighting instincts.

Every time he fought until he was exhausted and passed out, and was carried back by his master.

However, she still couldn't defeat those guys who were secretly eyeing her, those enemies who were caused by her identity.

She had no other choice but to turn herself into a madman. She would fight to the death, regardless of the consequences, to intimidate anyone who dared to touch Huahua with her madness and her life.

"The God said that anyone who dares to touch Tianyu Mountain must pay the price." The steward said as he secretly observed her expression, his eyes full of curiosity.

The little flower fairy that Yue Palace tried so hard to protect back then has actually been reincarnated. Now the forces that have received the news are all trying their best to find out who the little flower fairy is and why Jiuxi God has saved her again and again.

Especially reincarnation, which will be affected by cause and effect.

"People from Tianyu Mountain?" Shao Haoyue had a complicated expression and became more and more confused. What Huahua wanted back then was a sense of belonging.

Master didn’t give it to him at that time, so why did he admit now that Huahua is from Tianyu Mountain?

She just felt her mind was in a mess and she couldn't think at all.

Shao Haoyao saw her like this and asked the steward, "Where are they now?"

The steward put away his curiosity and answered respectfully: "Liyuan City."

Still in Liyuan City, it seemed that the plan had not changed much. Shao Haoyao nodded and asked again: "Where is Mu Yan?"

"Also in Liyuan City."

Shao Haoyue finally calmed down the confusion in his mind and murmured, "She didn't go back to Tianyu Mountain."

After understanding the situation, Shao Haoyao waved his hand to let the steward leave, saying: "In any case, they are all fine. The steward here doesn't know much. Let's go back and ask them in person. I don't know what happened to Fourteenth Uncle?"

Speaking of his fourteenth uncle, Shao Haoyue regained some thinking ability. This time, the action against the Song family was carried out by their fourteenth uncle, who was at the Daozu level and was in charge behind the scenes.

He is at the Daozu level, so he can provide timely rescue in case of an accident; in addition, his identity is there, so if he cannot win over others physically, he can still rely on his identity.

But this time, Song Zicheng sent out three Daozu realm masters, but in the end it was not him who came to the rescue, but Jiuxi Divine Lord.

Shao Haoyue took a deep breath and said, "Let's go! To Liyuan City!"

In the simple and plain courtyard, a woman in green was sitting under a tree, holding a brown and yellow ancient scroll.

The beautiful morning sunlight shone through the gaps between the leaves, casting mottled shadows on her face.

A light breeze blew, the leaves rustled and the light and shadows swayed with them.

Shao Haoyue watched quietly, and suddenly recalled their first meeting.

At that time, in a morning with a gentle breeze and shallow sunshine, she fell from the branch and landed on the back of her hand. It was at that moment that she regained her sense of touch.

Lightness and softness were Shao Haoyue’s initial feelings about this world, and also about her.

Later, the master came back and saw the flower petals on the back of her hand. He gave her a breath of spiritual energy and helped her transform into a little flower fairy.

From then on, she was no longer alone. Someone accompanied her to watch the falling flowers and listen to the gurgling water. Someone read storybooks to her, and together they yearned for the wonderful world in the stories. Time was no longer long.

At this time, Mu Yan in the yard noticed someone and looked up.

When their eyes met, Shao Haoyue felt the blood boiling in her body. She subconsciously wanted to call out that name, but her lips moved uncontrollably.

"Yueyue," Mu Yan in the courtyard smiled brightly, "You're back."

Shaohao Yue suddenly calmed down. After Huahua moved to Yuecheng, every time she returned from the battlefield, she would say "You're back" with a smile.

Memories of the past came flooding back, blurring the years, as if they had never experienced the separation of life and death, and this time, it was just an ordinary, familiar homecoming.

That’s right, they had already met again in the underworld, and perhaps they had experienced many things together.

Thinking of this, Shao Haoyue tiptoed and slowly fell into the courtyard from the air, trying to smile: "Long time no see, Huahua."

Before he could finish his words, tears were already rolling down his cheeks.

She bit her upper lip, trying her best to control her tears, but she couldn't hold them back, so she could only choke and say, "I, I miss you so much. I'm already very strong now and can protect you."

Mu Yan's eyes were also red. She took two steps forward to help her wipe her tears, and teased her in a nonchalant manner: "Hey, hey, hey, you are now the most admired little war god of the thousands of Xingque Immortals, why are you still crying?"

"I, can't control it."

She sobbed as she spoke, causing Mu Yan to burst into tears. She reached out and hugged her: "I miss you very much, too."

After a long while, their emotions gradually stabilized. Shao Haoyue wiped her tears and remembered that she didn't like the name Huahua, so she said, "You are Mu Yan now, so I will call you Yan Yan from now on?"

"Ayan, right?" After a pause, Mu Yan continued, "Actually, it doesn't matter if she's called Huahua. It's just a name, a code name. You can call her anything you want."

Shao Haoyue was stunned: "You don't mind?"

Mu Yan tilted her head slightly and smiled, "I have found my affiliation now. I am the Danfeng Palm of Qingyu Sect. I got the position based on my strength."

After he finished speaking, seeing that Shao Haoyue was still stunned, he added: "I now understand that as long as you are strong inside and truly recognize yourself, you don't need something like a sense of belonging."

Shao Haoyue felt distressed: "Have you been through a lot of painful things?"

Without painful experiences, there would be no growth, no thinking so thoroughly, and no understanding of these great principles.

"It's not that painful, I just went through a lot, and it wasn't that painful when I had friends to share it with."

Shao Haoyue blinked, wanting to know more about that lost experience in the underworld.

"I'm back." A voice sounded from behind.

Shao Haoyue turned around and saw Wei Lin and others standing at the gate of the courtyard, looking at them. Shao Haoyao had also stood beside them at some point.

She quickly touched her eyes and urged her immortal power to flow through her eye sockets, removing the dryness around her eyes and making it impossible for anyone to see any signs of crying. (End of this chapter)