Even among fairies, it stood out as statuesque.

Her appearance bore resemblance to Yu Yu Ai Lii and Z Sanans.

In her transformation, she unconsciously referenced the most familiar images.

By Chiao Yuan possessed the clear eyes of Yuyu, the slender form of Ai Lei and the pale skin akin to that of Zans San with a nose, mouth, and facial structure reminiscent of them.

This choice rendered her a beautiful young girl.

Moreover, being the tallest, she appeared the eldest, akin to a sister to all.

At this moment, this enchanting young girl dawned in a dress dyed with purple grape skins, sat in a rot tan chair outside her home, gazing at her abode with an expression clouded by unshakable melancholy despite the beauty that surrounded her.

Chapter 3:30.

Coral with aly, the grand house she inhabits is entwined with climbing vines bearing the marks of time.

The white walls in certain places have taken on a faint gray hue.

However, it matters not as the vines bloom with delicate blue and purple flowers concealing all imperfections.

The summer is warm and delightful.

The moon hangs bright and clear in the sky, and the garden flourishes with vibrant flowers and lush greenery.

The cherry tree overhead has born fruit with half already tinged with pink, awaiting just a little longer for the perfect moment to be plucked and savored for its sweet and tangy freshness.

The crops in the fields are thriving remarkably well, promising a bountiful harvest in the autumn.

After the harvest, Ay Lee and her companion Zans San have agreed to repaint the old house and to renovate their respective bedrooms.

Everything is so splendid.

A Lee's cultivation has progressed swiftly.

Now just a hair's breath away from becoming a demagod.

She regularly participates in divine battles, returning periodically to rest.

Every couple of years, she comes back to spend a few months at home, bringing with her an array of intriguing spoils from the battlefield.

Delicacies, beverages, and useful items that infuse their lives with novelty.

This moment coincides with a Lee's vacation.

Yui, what troubles you? I kat returning from the fields to find by Xiaoyu seated in a wicker chair in the courtyard bearing a melancholic expression.

Unable to restrain her curiosity, she approached.

Hush, keep your voice down.

Sans San is in meditation.

We must not disturb her.

By Chia replied softly, rising to gently steer aliy away from entering, guiding her farther away.

Zans's lifespan is nearing its end and she has become increasingly engrossed in her cultivation.

At this moment, she is absorbing spiritual stones within her floral bud.

Over the years, Bycho Yu and Zan San have bid farewell to countless plant spirits and insects.

Witnessing the demise of many, including the short-lived vegetable spirits and the like.

From mourning to acceptance, Zan San has come to terms with a natural cycle of her kind.

She realizes that her own time will eventually come.

As the years pass, Zan Sam matures more profoundly.

She observes the unchanged by Chiao Yu.

Aware that her companion belongs to the fairy realm with a lifespan of mere decades.

While Yuyu can live for millennia, realizing her own time is limited while Yuyu remains in her youth, she feels the harshness of fate.

Reluctant to part from Bowyu Ay Lee their divine master in this beautiful world.

She resolves to seize the moment and immerse herself in her training.

Striving to alter her destiny, she transforms from a mere insect to a butterfly spirit and then to a great butterfly spirit.

Having endured the most arduous and naive moments, she wonders why she cannot continue to fight now.

She relinquishes her beloved mathematics, devouring hefty toms of magic, practicing various spells, and actively requesting a nutritionally balanced diet.

Taste is secondary to sustenance.

No longer will she indulge in Caprice or mischief.

Her days are now consumed by rigorous training from dawn until dusk.

With Bach Xiaoyu breaking through to legendary status and gaining the ability to take form, Zans San grows increasingly anxious as if a nightmare were lurking just behind her.

That nightmare is time, mortality, and the inevitability of death.

She yearned to transcend the limits of life, aspiring to ascend to the golden spirit, thereby doubling her lifespan and enhancing her physical form, all to accompany by Chia, both in appearance and existence.

forever as her sister.

Haste makes waste.

This path is perilous for Zansen.

Why do you not dissuade her? asked Aly, frowning.

In recent years, upon her return, Zansson had been consumed with cultivation by Chia, however, maintained a passive demeanor, wholeheartedly supporting Zansson's relentless training day and night, allowing her to remain in seclusion from dawn till dusk.

Aly struggled to comprehend this.

If Zansson could break through, she would have done so long ago.

With her life nearing its end, why not allow her some respit? If death was inevitable, why not indulge in life's pleasures, savoring the finest foods and enjoying leisure, at least for comfort? Moreover, Zansson was not destined to die of old age.

Even if, by Chowiwa, this frugal fairy, neglected her, it could still look after her.

At worst, I'll borrow some funds from Alice and the others to procure highquality cultivation resources for Zansson.

Piling up resources would surely elevate her status, Aliy declared with a carefree demeanor.

For a hedonistic moonlight spirit like her, devising such a plan was instinctual.

Given Zansson's current level of cultivation, amassing resources would facilitate her advancement.

It was merely a matter of a ley acrewing debt for a decade or so.

If she were to ascend to demagod status sooner, she might repay it within 6 months.

After returning from the war, she had brought back treasures for the duo.

Had it not been for Boua's interference.

Perhaps Zansen would have already leveled up.

Aly scolded by Chiai.

You hoard everything good for yourself.

Alyy, your perspective is overly simplistic.

You assist her this time, but what about next time? The golden butterfly spirit has a mere century of lifespan.

Accumulating resources now merely permits a fleeting elevation.

What will happen in a 100 years? When there is no hope left, will you simply watch her perish? By endeavored to explain gently.

Could she not feel the ache in her heart? After all, it was a heart that felt, and Zansen had accompanied her for most of her life.

How could she not care? Aily pouted, muttering.

If she dies, I can always bring her back.

At worst, she could be reborn as a spirit and continue her cultivation.

Reborn as a spirit.

You speak so lightly of it.

The path of the undead is fraught with peril.

Must you shield her on the battlefield every day? By Chia continued, "The plant spirits already possess an ascension pathway.

As long as these sansen follows it, she shall progress smoothly.

With her gaze lowered, she turned away, stating, "A certain degree of pressure is beneficial.

She must resolve to act.

I have faith in her.

" In truth, Bowwa had long been secretly selling off her assets, depleting decades of savings to acquire sufficient divine-grade elixirs and cultivation resources for prolonging life.

Yet, she had never confided this to anyone.

Externally, she wore the guise of a miser.

Every coin earned exchange for resources for her own cultivation.

In reality, her progress relied not on external resources, but on her unwavering dedication and daily effort.

She concealed her intentions from Zeissansen and Aly, even thwarting a excessive indulgence toward Zansen, for she did not wish for Zansen to perceive any retreat.

Zansson too comprehended her thoughts and aspirations.

Although at times I secretly provided Zansen with delightful offerings, she chose to overlook it, turning a blind eye, while discreetly supplying resources to Alice, entrusting her to assist in accumulating them.

These resources and life extending potions were meant for the eventuality that Cansen might find herself unable to break through, her lifespan nearing its end, necessitating aid for her survival.

Frankly, BA hoped that Zeissansen could ascend to the realm of golden spirits on her own.

Should this come to fruition, the resources she had prepared would expedite Zansson's cultivation, enabling her to strive for a breakthrough into the legendary then demigod, ultimately attaining the rank of royal spirit, enjoying a millennium of life and embarking on the path to divinity.

Royal spirits and undead, though homophones, diverge entirely in destiny, their futures starkly different.

Presently the undead had yet to truly ascend to the status of deities.

A ley unable to reason with Bowi erupted in frustration bouncing in place.