Chapter 107: Ying Da and Wan Xiao (With Gratitude to _灬love℡纞乄 for the Jade Pendant Gift)

A dragon-shaped bloodstain?
Is this really a dragon-shaped bloodstain?
Could this truly be it?
I was stunned, feeling somewhat overwhelmed. I still found it hard to believe that this blood-red mark, shaped like a dragon’s head, was the legendary dragon-shaped bloodstain—the same mark on the wrist of Zi Yi, Shangguan Wan’er’s fiancé, and the only memento left of her search for love.

"Brother Yi, I—I have searched for you so bitterly! And to think you were right here beside me all along." Wan’er knelt halfway, weeping until her face was streaked with tears, a picture of sorrow.

"Wan’er, this—this isn't a birthmark! It was burned by the lightning fire of the Palm Thunder. It’s a scar, not a bloodstain." I didn't know what to do. This was not the outcome I wanted.

"You jerk, don't you dare say it isn't! I've kept this mark in my heart. I’ve waited over two thousand years, and you’re telling me you aren't Zi Yi?" Wan’er sobbed, clutching me tightly. Her body trembled slightly, moved by her intense emotions.

I stood there, dazed. Looking at the mark on my wrist again, I realized it wasn't a burn; my arm had merely been scorched black by the shockwave. It seemed this was fate.

Holding the soft, warm Wan’er in my arms, it felt like a dream. Wan’er was beautiful and tender, possessing the gentle grace of a woman from ancient times that few men could resist. Truth be told, I liked her—her angelic face, her delicate skin, and her willow-like elegance. If I could marry such a woman, I would be satisfied for a lifetime. But I already had Wang Ying. They were the same—both spirits—and I had already been intimate with her. Now that I didn't even know what state Wang Ying was in, how could I indulge in such intimacy here?

"Wan’er, this is all so sudden. Can you give me some time to process it?" I held her, gently patting her back.

Wan’er chuckled through her tears and pulled away, looking at me with luminous, infatuated eyes. "Brother Yi, I have finally found you. I ask for nothing else; just being by your side is enough." She hooked her arm through mine, her soft chest pressed firmly against me, defenseless and completely willing. She rested her head against my chest.

In the summer, under the dense shade, on the snow-white sand, with a breeze blowing across the clear stream and the blood-red Purple-Gold Colt nearby, this should have been a beautiful and romantic scene. Yet, my heart was elsewhere.

I gradually calmed down, reflecting on what had happened. After the Palm Thunder exploded, I lost consciousness. When I woke up, I was here. How did I arrive?

I asked Wan’er, and she recounted the scene: after the explosion, the shockwave threw me onto the rubble, knocking me unconscious. Xing Yun and his men were closing in. In that desperate moment, a purple-gold light erupted; the Purple-Gold Colt had appeared, transformed into a divine beast, and carried us here.

After Wan’er finished her story, I realized Wei Qi was missing. I hurriedly asked, "Where is Uncle Qi?"

Wan’er looked as if she had just remembered. "Oh! That's right, where is Uncle Qi? I was so worried about you that I completely forgot. At the time, I was holding you, and the Purple-Gold Colt grabbed my clothes and took off like the wind, bringing us here. I don't think I saw Wei Qi." She rested her chin on her hand, trying to recall the events.

"Brother Yi, stand up and move around to see if your bones are injured," she said, standing up and pulling me to my feet.

I moved around and felt fine; everything seemed alright.

Wan’er led me to the Purple-Gold Colt. The beast looked at me, let out a low roar, nudged my arm with its nose, and then went back to grazing. Looking at its blood-red scales and its strange, hybrid head, I realized I had fallen in love with this most peculiar pet.

"Buddy, thank you. You saved us today." I patted its neck, and it raised its head again, letting out two more roars.

"Wan’er, do you know where we are?" I asked, though my heart was back home. How was Wei Qi? I had to find out. Aside from my mother, my uncle, Wang Ying, and Wan’er, he was the most important person in my life. I couldn't lose him.

"Brother Yi, I don't know where we are. But we can ask. Look, there seem to be houses across the stream. I’ll go check." Wan’er looked hopeful.

I quickly stopped her, grabbing her arm. "Wan’er, let me go instead." I hesitated, then added, "And could you stop calling me 'Brother Yi'? I’m not used to it." It felt so strange.

"If I don't call you Brother Yi, what should I call you? Do you not want to acknowledge me? Do you not want me?" Her eyes reddened, and she bit her lip, looking aggrieved. I hurriedly pulled her into an embrace. "Wan’er, you're overthinking it."

"No, I’m not. In my memories, you are Zi Yi, and he is whom I love. I’m not wrong. I haven't stolen someone else's love. I’ve waited two thousand years! Do you know how hard that is?" She clung to me, sobbing again.

My heart ached, and I held her tighter. "Wan’er, you aren't wrong. You can call me whatever you like, as long as you're happy."

She let out a small laugh. "Hehe! Does that mean you accept me?"

I was at a loss. Who knew if I had accepted her? But I couldn't bear to hurt her. Two thousand years—I didn't know how many times I had been reincarnated, but I couldn't let down someone who had waited for me that long. "Wan’er, the situation is critical. Wang Ying hasn't been rescued, and Wei Qi’s fate is unknown. Can we leave our affairs for later?"

Wan’er pouted, looking adorably wronged. "Brother Yi, how about this? If you feel conflicted, I won't force you. Sister Ying can be the primary wife, and I’ll be the secondary."

I gave a bitter laugh. This wasn't ancient times! In modern China, we had a monogamy law. But then again, I was marrying a ghost, not a human—the government probably wouldn't care.

This reminded me of what Wei Qi had said—that I was a Seven Killings Heavenly Star and likely wouldn't marry just one spirit. I felt dizzy. Was he some kind of prophet? Looking at Wan’er and thinking of Wang Ying, having them both would be enough. I didn't need more spirit wives; my body couldn't handle it.

"Brother Yi, what are you doing? Standing there like a fool. If you have something to say, say it! Is it a deal?" She pinched my arm.

I snapped out of it. "Yes, yes! Whatever you want." I said it, but I wasn't sure. I might be willing, and Wan’er might be willing, but would Wang Ying be?

"Brother Yi, that’s it! I’m not that kind of person; I’ll make sure Sister Ying is happy." She beamed. I was amazed at how quickly she had changed; she used to call her "Sister-in-law," but now she called her "Sister Ying."

"Brother Yi, you rest. I’ll go ask for directions." With that, she darted across the stream. I was worried she might scare the locals, considering she wasn't human.

It turned out better than I expected. She returned quickly. The news she brought shocked me: we were in a village in Keqiao Town, Zhejiang. I didn't know where Keqiao was, but I knew where Hangzhou was. We were over a thousand kilometers from my home—a journey that would take hours by plane. The Purple-Gold Colt had brought us here in an instant. That was incredible.

"Dachuan, if you aren't used to me calling you Brother Yi, should I call you this instead?" Wan’er clung to my arm, radiating a sense of indescribable happiness.

"That's fine. Call me whatever you want. Now, let’s head home. I have to find Wei Qi and see how he is. Xing Yun is too devious; I can't let him capture Wei Qi." I took Wan’er’s hand and walked toward the Purple-Gold Colt.