Chapter 109: The Feather of the Golden Crow and the Rekindled True Sun Fire - Ah? The Wives I Abandoned Turned Out to Be Real

Chapter 109: The Feather of the Golden Crow and the Rekindled True Sun Fire Chang'e? This woman is Chang'e? The very character linked to me in this simulation! Su Mo’s heart raced, as if it wanted to leap from his chest and onto Chang'e. Chang'e heard the intense thumping from Su Mo's chest with her clear and tranquil gaze. "Your heart seems to be beating rather fast." Unfamiliar with many worldly matters, Chang'e often caused a stir whenever she descended from the mountains. Su Mo was mesmerized, his face struck with awe, seeing her radiate with a celestial glow. "Ah, it's nothing." "Chang'e Fairy, have you seen others come here before?" Chang'e shook her head. "Not really. I do venture out from time to time." "Since you're here to clean, I'll take my leave." With that, Chang'e vanished, leaving only a faint scent in the air for Su Mo to catch. Was it an illusion? The stone door on the northern cliff seemed to tremble slightly. Witnessing this, Su Mo felt a pang of loss. Despite meeting his simulation character, matching beauty unparalleled in the heavens or earth, he felt he had lost a crucial advantage. Would "Fateful Ties of Life" bind them tightly this time? With a sigh, Su Mo started to clean the summit hurriedly. When he approached the glowing jade tree, he felt the golden-red feather on his chest radiate warmth. Without knowing why, Su Mo wondered if it was due to Chang'e’s lingering presence. He cleaned until dusk before leaving. He hadn't seen Chang'e again during this time. What did she eat? Was it something mystical, like feasting on the wind and dew? After a simple meal, Su Mo returned to his room, unable to shake her from his thoughts. It was his first time being so enamored with a woman. He fell asleep unknowingly. In his dreams, Chang'e lay on a soft, large bed, her eyes enchanting, but before he could act further, he felt a sudden pain in his chest. Disturbed from his dream, Su Mo was slightly angered. He opened his eyes to find the golden-red feather gifted by the shaman had transformed. In the dark, the feather that once emitted a faint glow suddenly blazed into flames, drilling into Su Mo's chest. Surprised, Su Mo found the True Sun Fire, once taken away, rekindling in his chest. Even more, its size expanded several times over its original flame, enveloping his heart entirely. Warmth spread through his previously chilled body. Witnessing this, a wave of relief washed over him. Lucky he hadn't abandoned this simulation, or else this change would've never occurred. Reflecting on the shaman's knowing look, Su Mo understood. The shaman must have foreseen this challenge, gifting him the feather as a safeguard. Now, with the True Sun Fire revived, all he needed was sunlight to grow it naturally. Once its power peaked, he needn't fear the Moon Lake clansmen anymore! He might even seize Chang'e! A smile crept across Su Mo’s face. Despite his excitement, sleep eluded him as fantasies of the future filled his mind. In his musings, he wished he could summon "Fateful Ties of Life," to amuse himself in simulation. Thus, wide-eyed, he remained until dawn, eager to bask in sunlight. As the first ray touched him, the sunlight acted as a catalyst, enlarging the True Sun Fire within. But with daily limited absorption, after little change, Su Mo returned to cleaning. Days passed with no chance to visit the Moon Wheel Peak, intensifying his longing for Chang'e. He frequently dreamt of her, but her face grew increasingly vague as time went on without seeing her. Helpless in his status as a slave, he had no freedom to make his own choices. Yet, on the brighter side, the True Sun Fire within flourished more vigorously, shifting from gold-red to pure gold. This even affected his hair, which turned completely golden from its gold-red hues. Initially worried about drawing attention, Su Mo soon realized no one noticed. The Moon Lake clansmen, obsessed with witchcraft, paid him no heed as if he were a mere stone or weed. Relieved by this discovery, Su Mo relaxed. Though he felt the True Sun Fire's strength grow, he lacked corresponding spells to channel its power. Like having abundant bullets but no firearm to utilize them—treasures inaccessible. However, a twist awaited him. One day, as Su Mo cleaned, a clansman approached. "The Chiyou people, the master of the Moon Wheel Peak requires the path thoroughly cleaned for an excursion to Yunmengze. Attend to it carefully." Elated at the chance to visit the peak again, Su Mo responded enthusiastically. “Yes, it will be spotless!” Off he dashed, only to be stopped after a few steps. “Hold on.” Su Mo's heart sank. What now? Yet, he obediently turned back. “What is it?”   At that, the clansman eyed Su Mo's hair suspiciously. "A year ago, your hair wasn't this color." Quickly, Su Mo concocted an excuse. “I wanted it to look nice, so I regularly plucked the red strands. Over time, it turned all gold.” "Is that so." With distaste, the clansman remarked, “Gold looks dreadful. Blue and black are best.” “Alright, go on.” “Thank you!” Su Mo proceeded towards the Moon Wheel Peak eagerly. The staircase was again layered with dust and leaves, untouched since his last visit. Reaching the midpoint, anticipation drove Su Mo to the summit swiftly. The peak was unchanged from a year ago, with the stone door still shut on the northern cliff. What concealed wonders lay behind? Su Mo had high hopes, but upon arrival, his spirits plummeted. Beforehand he imagined Chang'e standing there, but reality shattered these illusions. With a resigned sigh, Su Mo began to clean again. Halfway through, an ethereal voice echoed from behind. "You're back." Su Mo's heart tightened as he turned swiftly. Chang'e stood beneath the glowing moon tree, her skin like condensed moonlight emanating soft brilliance. Tongue-tied, Su Mo could only stare in awe. After a while, he stammered, “Fairy.” “Mm.” Chang'e's ethereal face carried the same indifference to worldly matters. Observing Su Mo, a hint of curiosity graced her eyes. “You seem different from a year ago.” Gracefully, Chang'e approached, allowing Su Mo to glimpse the fine hairs on her porcelain skin. Before he could study her further, Chang'e placed a delicate hand on his chest, an icy sensation spreading. “A remarkable power.” “Haven't you practiced any witchcraft?” “N-no, I haven't.” Though Chang'e appeared innocent, Su Mo grew anxious. If word spread that his True Sun Fire reignited, surely he'd be doomed by Ling Long’s hands again. Thankfully, Chang'e lingered not, her fairy form returning to the moon tree. “Your power is unique.” "Perhaps this might aid you." With that, Chang'e produced a blood-stained arrowhead from an unknown place and set it on the stone table under the moon tree. Then, just as suddenly, Chang'e vanished once more. As she disappeared, Su Mo felt an emptiness in his heart, as if a piece were missing. Her presence had been all too brief. Approaching the stone table beneath the moon tree, Su Mo examined the arrowhead Chang'e had left for him. The arrowhead was entirely ice-blue in color, with the shaft broken, leaving only the head intact. A single drop of golden blood clung to its edge. A peculiar fragrance wafted towards him. Gazing at the golden blood, Su Mo suddenly felt an irresistible urge to consume it. Trusting Chang'e's words that it would be beneficial, and feeling an innate trust in her, Su Mo picked up the arrowhead and devoured it. In no time, he licked clean the golden blood on it. "Well, aside from the arrowhead being a bit cold to the teeth, everything else was fine." Once the golden blood entered his stomach, a remnant memory unexpectedly appeared in his mind. This fragmentary memory depicted a scene of soaring through the skies. Surrounding clouds were thick, obscuring the view ahead entirely. With a piercing shriek, the surrounding clouds ignited, evaporating instantly. When the memory ended, Su Mo discovered with surprise that he had acquired knowledge of three witchcraft techniques. The first technique was named "Chixiao." It was performed by the entity in the memory, capable of igniting everything. When executed, it could instantly set clouds ablaze or turn mountains into oceans of magma. However, the immense amount of sorcery power required to achieve such feats was beyond Su Mo's imagination. With his current strength, he could only ignite small objects—a tree or a piece of limestone at best. The second technique was called "Zhuoxin." Unlike Chixiao, this spell targeted the soul. Once mastered, it could ignite the soul of a target, causing unbearable soul-burning agony, even difficult for deities to withstand. Of course, this required powerful sorcery and mental strength. Given Su Mo's current abilities, he couldn't yet harness the full potential of this spell. The third technique was "Lingzhao." Lingzhao allowed one to contract with the world's flames, summoning them for attacks or temporarily shaping them into spirits to defend oneself. Three witchcraft techniques. Three distinct paths. Mastering any of these techniques would offer a means to thrive in this world! Su Mo was thrilled. He shouted towards the tightly shut stone door. "Fairy, thank you!" (End of chapter)