Proving the Dao of Hunyuan from the Age of Witches

Chapter 083 Memories of a Past Life

Wei Ying leaned against a tree, her face pale and her body trembling slightly, still looking shaken.

Rose stood expressionless, using her vines to protect Yao Yao's body, simply watching her from the side.

There was also the wreckage of the plane nearby.

"No, it was my first time flying a plane," Luo Xi explained, standing next to the wreckage. "It's... pretty normal for it to crash."

"I really didn't mean it, I didn't mean to hurt you."

"If I really wanted to make a move, as you know, Rose and Wei Ying, I would definitely come at you head-on." As she spoke, she quickly glanced at Wei Ying.

Rose put Yao Yao down and slowly approached her, causing Yao Yao to unconsciously take a step back.

The culprit behind the plane crash was her—Luo Xi.

"Really, I will never chase pigeons again!" That's right, while flying with magic to Le Tong and Shui Lin's location, she saw a pigeon and chased after it.

Then, because the pigeons were so incredibly agile in the air, Luo Xi controlled the helicopter to maintain the same position as the pigeons, and the helicopter was torn to pieces.

Theoretically, even if the helicopter is torn to pieces, she can use magic to reassemble it, but just now her magic became disordered.

Just as the two super cyclones inside her body stopped spinning, even though it was only for a moment, her magic still went out of control, causing the helicopter she was controlling with her magic to disintegrate.

So they crashed along with the helicopter. If Rose hadn't instantly created vines to cushion the fall, they would have hit the ground.

Rose approached her calmly, gently smoothing her long silver hair with her hand. "Your magic is out of control."

Upon hearing Qiangwei's words, Luo Xi's expression froze for a moment, then she smiled, "You found out..."

She looked away and turned to Wei Ying. "Sorry, I lost control of my magic just now."

"Miss Luo Xi, your behavior is very strange," Wei Ying said, her pale face recovering somewhat. She looked at her with confusion. "The plane crash was caused by uncontrolled magic. We won't blame you at all. Besides, even if it was a crash, it wouldn't have hurt us. So, I'm wondering why you insist that you were chasing pigeons."

"You're so contradictory, so conflicted," Rose said silently, her gaze clear and calm. "You deliberately act immature so that people will dislike you and distance themselves from you..."

"Luo Xi, do you think you don't deserve any kindness?" Rose's calm gaze seemed to pierce right through her heart.

Seeing the somewhat intimidating aura of the rose, she did not back down this time.

She can face any malice with equanimity, she can outwit and outfight it, she can fight desperately and fiercely, even if it means death.

But faced with kindness, especially her kindness, she felt somewhat at a loss.

Having acquired the magical property of soul interference, she can now more keenly sense the goodwill and malice of others. Malice is manageable, but goodwill, like that of Rose, or even Wei Ying...

This kindness towards her felt very strange to her; emotionally, she wanted to get closer, but rationally, she wanted to run away.

Rationally, she couldn't accept other people's kindness towards her at all. She didn't believe that anyone would be kind to her without expecting anything in return. To her, this kindness was just pity and sympathy.

Pity and sympathy, things that seem like the strong giving alms to the weak—she didn't want any of that!

Even though she is only a D-rank witch now, and may lack in external things such as magic power and skills, she is definitely not weak in her inner self!

She doesn't need pity or sympathy at all!

As a transmigrator, she has already come into contact with the extraordinary, and she will surely achieve her goal; she will definitely attain the Primordial Dao!

Taking a deep breath, Luo Xi smiled. "Thank you, but I don't think I need your kindness."

Witnessing too many life-and-death situations in the past few days has finally disturbed her peace of mind.

The kindness that Rose showed her occasionally made her inadvertently reveal her vulnerability, which made her suddenly realize the flaws in her mind.

She could coldly observe and remain indifferent to the evils of the world and all its darkness.

She can sit on a high platform, watching the fire from across the river, keeping all the disturbances outside of her.

But the goodness of human nature, the tender light between people, always made her stop and linger.

Those who cultivate immortality seek to sever their ties with the mortal world.

Whether it is light or darkness, beauty or ugliness, she should treat them all equally.

How can she be moved by the light and silent in the darkness? What she should have upheld was the constant mindset of Heaven and Earth treating all things as straw dogs!

Rose moved closer to her and placed her hand on her head.

Then, something from the depths of my memory surfaced.

A boy sat on the side of the road, blood flowing from the teeth marks on his legs. He counted the drops of blood, from one to ten, and then started counting again from the beginning.

"Mom," he called out, and the woman was standing not far away, chatting with the man.

A car drove by and honked its horn once.

The dog sat a few steps in front of him, watching him and growling as if it were about to pounce again.

"Dad," he called again, and the woman and man continued to chat and laugh.

Someone rode by on a bicycle without stopping.

The blood flowed into the dust by the roadside. He wiped it with his hand, then hugged his knees and curled up.

A car drove by honking its horn, and the dog lunged at him again...

She snapped back to her senses, her heart filled with terror. Forcing herself to maintain her composure, she asked, her voice trembling with emotion, "What did you do?!?"

"Who are they?" Rose seemed to be thinking.

"You're not from this world?" Rose asked softly, her voice so gentle that it startled her, causing her to take several steps back.

"What happened next?" Rose's expression remained calm.

She clenched her teeth, unsure whether to answer. But just as she hesitated, she was pulled into a warm embrace; it was Rose who had held her.

"No need to answer. Sorry, I accidentally saw your memories just now," Rose's faint fragrance wafted out along with her voice. At the same time, the imposing aura emanating from Rose had vanished. "It's all in the past."

Yes, it's all in the past.

She knew that Rose was no longer probing her memories, her magical properties, and that soul interference was already at work.

That's right, the boy in her memory is her; what she just experienced were memories from her past life.

Actually, that dog was just a puppy, but to her four-year-old self in her previous life, it was a ferocious beast.

Her memory was a little hazy, but she remembered that she eventually bit the dog to death.

She said that when her neighbors came to demand compensation, she was severely beaten.

Once she regained her composure, she looked at Rose, who was holding her, and then gently pried open Rose's fair fingers one by one, leaving Rose's embrace.

Just then, a dense array of figures suddenly appeared around them, armed with modern weaponry. They were... members of the Witch Council headquarters!