Chapter 312 Zhu Zhuqing's childhood, caught up in the bloody struggle of the Star Luo royal family, persevering despite all setbacks!
A flash of light.
Zhu Zhuqing's figure reappeared in the main hall of the Peerless God Realm.
She collapsed to the ground, completely powerless.
His divine position was gone, his martial spirit was gone, and his cultivation was gone too.
She became an ordinary person, an ordinary person who was not even as good as an ordinary Soul Master.
But a faint smile remained on her face.
Because she is still alive.
Because she remembered that she had promised Mu Bai that she would come back.
Because she finally started thinking about that question.
"who I am?"
Inside the main hall, Dai Mubai rushed over and pulled her into his arms.
"Zhu Qing!"
Bamboo Clear!
You're back!
You're back!!
His voice trembled, and tears streamed down his face.
Zhu Zhuqing leaned against him, listening to his rapid heartbeat, and her smile deepened.
"I'm back."
She said softly.
"I promised you."
Dai Mubai held her tightly, as if he wanted to meld her into his own body.
"It's good that you're back...it's good that you're back..."
On the battlefield of gods, Long Lingfei stood alone in the void.
Looking at the ethereal cat phantom that had condensed in his hand.
She was watching him warily.
Long Lingfei smiled.
"Don't worry, I don't eat cats."
Long Lingfei said softly, and with a wave of his hand, the spirit cat transformed into a stream of light and disappeared into his sleeve.
Above the sky, the scene of the battle between darkness and speed slowly faded away.
Long Lingfei put away the Netherworld Cat and disappeared into the void.
However, the sky did not fall silent.
The transparent light screen trembled slightly, and then lines of golden text appeared, as if opening an old book that had been sealed for thousands of years:
"The Dual Realms Confrontation, the Fifth Round, the Battle of the Gods has ended."
The loser's punishment has been completed.
"Now playing - Zhu Zhuqing, the loser, reminiscing about the past."
Inside the main hall, everyone was stunned.
Zhu Zhuqing, who was limp in Dai Mubai's arms, trembled violently.
She looked up at the sky, a complex light flashing in her eyes.
I originally thought it would directly trigger a war of gods.
This past rewind will never happen again, I never expected...
Her past...
Are those memories she thought had been worn away by the passage of time about to be laid bare before all the heavens and myriad realms by the sky?
Dai Mubai tightened his arms, holding her even closer.
"Don't be afraid."
Dai Mubai's voice was hoarse but firm.
"No matter what I see, I am there."
Zhu Zhuqing didn't speak, but leaned gently against him, her gaze fixed on the sky.
The scene shifts, and a warm morning light shines down.
It was an ancient mansion, with blue bricks and gray tiles, and a deep courtyard.
The courtyard was filled with lush bamboo, which rustled in the wind, as if someone was whispering.
"Wow--"
A loud cry broke the tranquility of the courtyard.
The scene moves forward to an elegantly furnished room where a middle-aged man is carefully holding a newborn baby girl.
His eyes were red-rimmed, but his mouth stretched to his ears, and he smiled like a child.
"It's a daughter!"
It's a daughter!
The man's voice trembled, filled with barely suppressed ecstasy.
On the bed, a woman with a haggard face but a blissful expression weakly reached out her hand:
"let me see..."
The man quickly and gently placed the baby girl beside her.
The woman lowered her head, looking at that wrinkled little face, her eyes filled with tenderness.
"Zhu Qing… let's just call her Zhu Qing."
The woman's voice was soft, yet carried a certain confidence.
"May she be like the green bamboo in this courtyard, pure and noble, untouched by dust."
The man nodded repeatedly, tears finally streaming down his face.
"Okay, okay, let's call him Zhuqing!"
Outside the sky, Zhu Zhuqing watched this scene, her eyes slightly reddening.
Those were her father, her mother. They were the original self she had never truly understood.
The scene fast-forwards, showing the baby girl in swaddling clothes growing up day by day.
At one year old, she toddled around in the courtyard, falling down but not crying, just stubbornly getting up and continuing to walk.
At two years old, she learned to speak, but her first word wasn't "daddy" or "mommy."
Instead, pointing to the green bamboo in the courtyard, she said in a childish voice:
"Qing... Qing..."
At three years old, she could already run around the courtyard like a whirlwind.
Her father chased after her, panting, but she giggled and was as nimble as a kitten.
At the age of four, she began to learn to read with her father.
She disliked those dry classics and historical texts, but she was captivated by a yellowed copy of "The Encyclopedia of Soul Beasts".
She pointed to the ghostly cat above, her eyes sparkling:
"Father, what is this?"
The father smiled and said:
"This is the Netherworld Cat, one of the fastest soul beasts."
She tilted her head, lost in thought.
"Then...can I be as fast as it in the future?"
Her father patted her head:
"Of course you can if you're willing."
At five years old, she was already able to climb the tallest old locust tree in the courtyard, sit on a branch, swing her legs, and watch the clouds drift by in the distance.
The mother paced anxiously under the tree:
"Zhuqing! Come down quickly! It's dangerous!"
But she just smiled and said:
"I'm not afraid! I'm not afraid of heights!"
Those five years were the most carefree days of her life.
She had loving parents, a sun-drenched courtyard, and cheerful laughter.
There is also a little girl named "Zhu Zhuqing" who is growing up day by day.
Beyond the sky, Zhu Zhuqing watched the little girl running in the courtyard, tears silently streaming down her face.
That's her.
That was the real her.
That little girl who could laugh, make noise, climb trees, and ask "why".
That self that hasn't been crushed by fate, hasn't been bound by identity, and hasn't learned to be silent.
The scene shifts, and time jumps to when she was six years old.
The atmosphere in the courtyard was unusually heavy that day.
Her father stood in front of her, his face serious, while her mother stood to the side, her eyes slightly red, hesitant to speak.
"Zhu Qing".
Her father squatted down to be at her eye level.
"Today, you are going to awaken your martial spirit."
Six-year-old Zhu Zhuqing tilted her head, not quite understanding what this meant.
All she knew was that today she didn't have to study or practice calligraphy, and she could go to a fun place.
"After awakening your martial soul, you will become a soul master."
The father's voice was soft, yet it carried a heavy weight.
"You...you might become very strong, or you might..."
He didn't continue.
Zhu Zhuqing blinked, and although she didn't quite understand, she still nodded obediently.
In the center of the enormous six-pointed star array, Zhu Zhuqing stood, curiously looking around.
The person who presided over the awakening was a middle-aged woman with a kind face and a gentle voice.
"Child, put your hand on this crystal ball."
Zhu Zhuqing obediently stretched out her hand, her small palm touching the cool crystal ball.
In an instant, the light shone brightly.
It wasn't ordinary gold, nor soft blue, but a deep, dark purple with a faint silver sheen.
The light emanated from the crystal ball, bathing the entire hall in a mysterious glow.
Even more astonishingly, behind her, a phantom of a spirit cat, entirely black with eyes as bright as stars, quietly appeared.
(End of chapter)