Shen Jinyou ultimately consumed the Ice and Fire Pill and successfully obtained the Carefree Flower.
He returned to Youzhou City, handing over the last Carefree Flower to Xia Qingshao.
When Xia Qingshao saw the Carefree Flower, she happily embraced him.
The joy of his beloved beaming in his arms made Shen Jinyou feel that everything was worth it; at this moment, he was the happiest man in the entire world.
The three of them returned to Qiankun Mountain, where Revered Wen turned the three Carefree Flowers into an Elixir, which he then administered to Xia Qingshao.
After taking the Carefree Pill, Xia Qingshao immediately felt a soothing sensation throughout her body, her blood flowing lightly, and the turbid qi that had been oppressing her for many years dispersed in an instant. She also appeared much livelier.
The Carefree Pill not only cured her hypochondria but also promised to protect her, ensuring a lifetime of peace and a long life.
His sister’s illness was finally cured, and the great burden on Shen Jinyou’s heart was also lifted.
In his secret little garden, he was surprised to find that the ’love seed’ his sister had given him had also bloomed, its pure, immaculate flowers reminiscent of his sister—beautiful, sacred, and desirable.
It seemed as if everything had been arranged by fate; his sister was healed, and the love seed had blossomed into a love flower. Could it be hinting to him... that he could confess his feelings to his sister?
They were childhood sweethearts, with naive and innocent affection for each other, sharing an unspoken understanding. Previously, because of their young age and all focus being on his sister’s illness, he had not considered advancing their relationship.
Now that his sister had recovered, he could confidently confess his love to her.
No matter how much time he had left, as long as he lived, he would steadfastly stay by his sister’s side through thick and thin.
Shen Jinyou excitedly carried the blooming love flower to find Xia Qingshao. He searched through most of Qiankun Mountain without finding her, until he heard Xia Qingshao’s voice at the Observation Platform.
"Sister—"
He ran over excitedly, but the scene at the Observation Platform struck him like a bolt from the blue, completely stunning him.
Atop the platform, Gu Tianlin was embracing and kissing Xia Qingshao, who responded passionately. The pair stood side by side, perfect together, as if made for each other.
The love flower fell to the ground from Shen Jinyou’s arms.
The flower pot shattered, and the pure white petals trembled slightly.
Suddenly, a heavy rain began to pour down the mountain, soaking his immaculate white robe and his reddened, burning eyes.
He raised his sword and was about to rush forward, but the Ice and Fire Poison in his body suddenly flared up.
The Ice and Fire Poison, one of the three deadliest poisons of the Desert North Dynasty—intense and enduring. When it struck, one felt as if caught between ice and fire; when the ice came, the body was wracked with chilling cold, bones frozen and limbs twitching; when the fire came, the body steamed with heat, veins crawling as if with countless insects gnawing and biting, an agony worse than death...
Shen Jinyou’s whole body was freezing like blocks of ice, with waves of cold seeping out of him, his face gradually turning blue and purple. The toxins flowing visibly in the veins of his arms made it seem as though he were trapped in a cave of ice.
The sword slipped from his hands, and like a crumbling ice sculpture, he fell heavily to the ground, his eyebrows and eyes tightly furrowed with intense pain.
The rain grew heavier, and Gu Tianlin carried Xia Qingshao towards the wooden house on the Observation Platform, their joyous laughter spreading across the top of Qiankun Mountain.
The rain washed over Qiankun Mountain, and Shen Jinyou, in agony and losing consciousness, rolled down the hill. His arms were lacerated by stones, his white robe stained with filth, and he trembled as he stretched out his hands, grabbing at every plant on the hill, desperately climbing up to find the love flower knocked down by the rain, and cradled it carefully in his embrace, as if frightened of making it dirty; his bloodstained hands dared not touch the spotless petals.
This scene was filmed in the Yanliu Mountain shooting area, just as a natural rainfall happened.
Except for the close-up cameramen, nearly all crew members took shelter under a canopy, silently and solemnly watching this scene. Everyone seemed to be pulled into it emotionally yet dared not make a sound or say a word, afraid to ruin the mournful mood and setting.
Jiang Wanze, after completing the intimate scene in the wooden house, also wrapped himself in a blanket and watched from the heavy rain toward Ye Xian.


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