After Becoming the Hero's Ex-fiancée

After Becoming the Hero’s Ex-fiancée Chapter 122

Granny Jin (2)

Zheng Wan returned to her residence. She took out her identification jade and stepped closer to the house—a halo suddenly opened up before her. She took a step inside, then waved behind her and said with a smile, “Goodbye, Eldest Senior Brother.”

“Bye.”

She watched Qing Shuang’s sturdy figure go off into the distance, then first went to water the flowers before saying happily, “Granny Jin, I’ve obtained the ‘Non-Emptiness Sutra’! Although it’s only the first volume, aren’t I amazing?”

Granny Jin did not answer her.

“Granny Jin, I said, I’ve obtained the ‘Non-Emptiness Sutra’.”

“Granny, I got the ‘Non-Emptiness Sutra’.”

“Granny? Don’t ignore me, say something, okay?”

“Grandma Ashes, stop joking around, or Wanwan is going to get angry.”

Zheng Wan’s voice came to an abrupt halt.

After a long time.

“Granny, say something, Wanwan is a little... scared.”

The wind was still, and the moon was cool.

Granny Jin remained silent; she had disappeared, just like she did when she arrived.

Zheng Wan also couldn’t find the wisp of the soul that was originally in her sea of

consciousness.

“Granny, didn’t you say that you wanted to use Wanwan’s pure Yin body to nourish your soul...”

Zheng Wan wiped away the tears that had begun to fall at some point unbeknownst to her. Her first reaction was to look for Cui Wang— given his intelligence, he should’ve long known that Granny Jin was had attached herself to her——

Who knows, he might have a way to help her find Granny Jin.

If Granny Jin were trapped in the Scripture Depository...

Zheng Wan tried recalling the events in her dream to find some clues. Countless fragments swiftly drifted past in her sea of

consciousness like pieces of phantom light. Just then, there was a sharp pain in the centre of her crows, just like the pain she felt when she was on Cui Wang’s sword the other day. Words formed out of golden light burst brilliantly in her sea of

consciousness.

“Presumptuously trying to divine the secrets of Heaven! A sin!”

“Sin!”

“Sin!”

One after another, the words “Sin”, which were like huge golden bricks, crashed thunderously into her sea of consciousness, which was now only one square metre, causing Zheng Wan to roll on the bed in pain.

Her eyes, ears, mouth, and nose all began to bleed.

She hurriedly calmed her heart, emptied her mind, and did not think about anything. Gradually, the golden bricks disappeared, and the sharp pain also disappeared.

Zheng Wan got up tremblingly, vaguely understanding that the power of Heaven and Earth that had been restrained in the mortal world had returned—— it was warning her that it was a sin for an ant to forget its place and presumptuously speculate the secrets of Heaven.

They were not to be speculated, and not to be looked at.

Granny Jin was gone.

There was only the first volume of the ‘Non-Emptiness Sutra’.

Zheng Wan suddenly thought of something. She hastily untied the scented pouch at her waist and shook it out. There were three small jade bottles: one was empty— it had been originally filled with cherry dew— one was filled with peach blossom dew, and another was filled with two green jade pills. They rolled out messily onto the bed along with two Yuan stones and twenty Yuan beads pearls, but Zheng Wan did not care at all. She flipped the scented pouch upside down and shook it; finally, a few pieces of paper scraps fell out.

Zheng Wan picked them up piece by piece. When she first had that dream, she had written down many of its details. She now found that only a few words remained, such as ‘Fuxi Mountain Range’, ‘Great Sun Immortal School’, ‘Du’e bridge ropes’, ‘cold meteor land’, and so on. Other records such as who was in these places and what would happen were all gone, as if those sheets of paper had been torn to pieces by an invisible force.

And she hadn’t even noticed at all.

As much as she tried her best to recall the things detailed on those sheets of paper, she couldn’t remember anything. It was as if a large brush had swept lightly across her mind, wiping out all of those memories.

Zheng Wan’s face was ashen; of course, she had come to the realisation that it was Heaven’s will that forbade her from remembering, just like how the schoolmasters in the academy would confiscate the materials students used for cheating if they caught them.

Expressionlessly, she stuffed the scraps of paper back into the scented pouch, then stuffed what little belongings she had back into it, wiped away the blood on her face and sat cross-legged on the bed, concentrated her mind, and entered a meditative state.

No matter what she planned to do next, the most urgent priority for now was to cultivate.

When her cultivation base was high enough, she could ride a crane to Cui Wang and beg him to look for Granny Jin— of course, this was the worst resort.

As soon as her divine consciousness sank in, it was sucked in by that half of the thin crystal-like leaf in her sea of consciousness.