Re-birth: The Beginning after the End - Chapter 210

Chapter 210: THE VERDANT EXPANSE
Throughout their journey, Mo Xing had found himself cataloging every detail of his Little Tempest with an intensity that surprised even him. He noted the precise angle at which her brows furrowed when she encountered something puzzling, the seven distinct variations of her smile—from the polite curve offered to Elder Fu to the rare, unguarded laugh she had shared with him since the Grove passage.

He memorized how she tilted her head slightly right when listening intently, how her fingers absently traced patterns when she was deep in thought, how her breathing changed subtly before she asked questions she considered important.

The contrast between the woman walking beside him now and the cold assassin he had glimpsed in the Grove’s revelations fascinated him beyond reason. He had seen glimpses of her ruthlessness in this life too—the calculated precision with which she fought against him specifically, the emotional walls she erected seemingly for him alone, the detached analysis she applied whenever he appeared. Yet, even this coldness was softened considerably, tempered by something her previous incarnation had lacked—a fundamental connection to life rather than death, evident in how her essence nurtured rather than destroyed.

He was surprised, that a soul capable of such calculated violence in one life could manifest such nuanced compassion in another. The recurring attempts she had made to end her previous existence spoke of a depth of despair he recognized intimately—a void he had witnessed in himself during darker centuries when purpose had seemed lost and eternity stretched before him as punishment rather than opportunity.

But, since that impulsive moment when his lips had claimed hers, something primal had awakened within him. The ancient, possessive awareness that had slumbered through countless cycles now whispered constantly beneath his thoughts: Mine. She has always been mine. Will always be mine. The darkness he kept carefully contained behind golden eyes and casual smiles recognized her not just as counterpart but as completion—the light to his shadow, the compassion to his judgment, the creation to his destruction.

When they entered the Verdant Expanse proper, the massive plant life towered around them creating a cathedral-like space that amplified spiritual resonances, and within this natural sanctuary, Li Hua seemed to glow with enhanced vitality. Her essence harmonized with the environment in ways he had never seen before, creating subtle halos of emerald light where her spiritual energy mingled with the ambient essence of the ancient plants.

Mo Xing observed how she walked with newfound confidence here, her steps light yet purposeful as if the ground itself welcomed her tread. When she brushed against the massive reed-stalks that lined their path, the plants bent slightly toward her rather than away—a recognition of kinship.

He knew the truth of her lineage—that her mother was none other than the legendary Jade Vitality Grass, an immortal plant spirit whose essence Li Hua carried in her very meridians. Mo Xing watched, fascinated, as she leaned toward a delicate flowering plant, her slender fingers hovering just above its petals. As she inhaled its sweet aroma, the blossom seemed to turn toward her like a subject acknowledging its empress.

He watched as a few of the other plants reached toward her with vine-like tendrils, their movements almost reverent. His eyebrows quirked upward, a flicker of wariness crossing his usually composed features. Without hesitation, he erected a protection barrier around himself and Li Hua—because heavens, if anything was to harm his Little Tempest, he would tear the very fabric of the realm apart.

The barrier manifested as a gossamer veil of midnight energy, threaded with silver that pulsed in rhythm with his heartbeat. Unlike his usual formations that carried the cold precision of calculated defense, this one bore the unmistakable imprint of fierce devotion.

The Verdant Expanse, for all its natural splendor, harbored predators that hunted not just flesh but spiritual essence, and Li Hua’s radiance, while beautiful beyond measure, might as well have been a beacon to such entities, even under all her concealments.

She must have sensed this, for she turned toward him momentarily, offering a smile softer than any she’d shown in their early encounters—a subtle acknowledgment of their evolving connection before she returned her focus to the vibrant ecosystem surrounding them. The gesture was brief yet profound, revealing a growing comfort with his presence that would have been unthinkable mere days ago.

Without hesitation, Mo Xing reached for her hand, his fingers entwining with hers in a gesture that appeared casual yet carried deliberate intent. Her skin felt delicate beneath his touch, though he knew those same hands could wield daggers with lethal precision. The contradiction delighted him—this embodiment of both strength and softness, ferocity and tenderness.

His desire for her transcended mere physical attraction, extending into realms of possession and connection that cultivators rarely comprehended. Yet, he could sense her ambivalence, the complex emotions that surged beneath her composed exterior whenever they touched—curiosity and wariness, attraction and resistance, recognition and denial. She was still untangling what he represented in her existence, still attempting to categorize a connection that defied ordinary classification.

Mo Xing would grant her this time of discovery and adjustment. He would remain a constant presence at the edge of her awareness, gradually becoming so essential to her that when circumstances eventually separated them, his absence would create a void she could neither ignore nor fill—a strategy not of conquest but of inevitability. The most enduring bonds, after all, were those chosen rather than imposed, and he intended their connection to endure beyond the comprehension of lesser beings.

As they continued their journey through the Verdant Expanse, hours slipping by as Mo Xing watched Li Hua interact with the plants, something shifted in his carefully maintained composure.

The path occasionally narrowed, causing her to bump gently against him as they walked, her scent—a delicate blend of jasmine and honey—wafting around him with each movement. The warmth of her hand in his had initially brought satisfaction, but as time passed and these small, incidental contacts accumulated, he no longer felt content with just this simple connection.

Her proximity had become both comfort and exquisite torment—the mere holding of hands insufficient to satisfy the growing need for deeper intimacy. Without warning or explanation, he raised her wrist to his face, inhaling deeply as if to memorize her essence before pressing his lips to the delicate skin where her pulse fluttered like captured moonlight.

The gesture wasn’t planned—an instinctive breach of the careful boundaries he had established. His lips traced the subtle green lines of her veins, following the flow of her essence. Each point of contact sent ripples of resonance between their spiritual cores, creating harmonies that transcended physical sensation.

“Goldy…” Li Hua’s voice emerged soft and breathless, halfway between question and surrender. Her fingers trembled slightly against his cheek, but she made no move to withdraw.

“Hmm?” Mo Xing murmured against her skin, his golden gaze lifting to meet hers with undisguised hunger as he turned her palm upward and pressed his lips to its center. “I find myself unable to resist any longer.” His voice deepened to that intimate tone he reserved only for her.