Chapter 309:I Found My Master

Translator: Dragon Boat Translation Editor: Dragon Boat Translation

Lu Zhiyuan chuckled self-deprecatingly, “Five hundred years later, he returned to the land of heartbreak. His homeland had long since fractured into scorched earth. The once-rebuilt temple lay in ruins, its priests weakened without offerings, slowly dissipating. The priest asked the oracle, ‘Where has his beloved gone?’ The oracle revealed the fate of his beloved. Desperate to find her, the priest hurriedly searched but found his beloved had violated the law and was burned alive on a stake. The priest was shocked and enraged, realizing that it was all the curse of the oracle. The weakening of the oracle’s power was due to the priest breaking the barrier, causing the people to flee and cease their offerings. So, the oracle harbored intense hatred for the priest who had destroyed everything, and before his power dissipated completely, he cursed the priest once more.”

Gu Ci remembered the story the fortune teller had told, and it was eerily identical!

Lu Zhiyuan looked at Gu Ci and whispered, “The priest was punished, half of his soul reincarnated, destined to be connected to his beloved, yet they could only experience parting and tragedy. To prevent this, the priest found another way, splitting his soul in two, living simultaneously within his own body, gradually merging and accepting the reality, yet keeping them separate!”

Gu Ci’s face turned pale as she leaned against the sofa, her eyes glistening with tears. “So, there was never a split personality?”

“Yes!” Lu Zhiyuan replied, “Cici, I couldn’t let go. I had to try. But what’s the result? I die, and you go mad. It’s an endless cycle.”

From the beginning, he should have never appeared in her life. Yet, his half-soul was irresistibly drawn to her. When he finally gained control, it was too late.

When he saw Gu Ci outside the prison in the previous life, his heart ached. He couldn’t bear to watch her suffer, trampled in the dust. All these years, he had never crossed that line, but his love for Gu Ci never diminished. So, he wanted to try, to give her a fresh start in life. But the outcome was more cruel than separation by death.

If he got close to Gu Ci, he would only bring her misfortune. This was the most malicious curse of the oracle before its dissolution.

Bringing Gu Ci back to when she was eighteen, he hoped for a different outcome, but something went wrong. He lost his memory, and Ziyu had crossed over too.

“Lu Zhiyuan, you went to great lengths to make me give up. You’ve come up with such a story. You’re not just a racer and a financier; you’re quite the storyteller. I underestimated you,” Gu Ci’s voice turned colder.

Falling in love with her meant a lifetime of parting.

The story sounded so beautiful!

Lu Zhiyuan whispered, “Cici, believe the story. Don’t be stubborn. I like you a lot, I’ve liked you since we were kids. Our destined fate, how could I not like it? But 1 really can’t be with you. I’ll only bring you misfortune.”

His tone was as if he were telling a story, not recounting a heavy tale between them. How could Gu Ci believe it? She felt that Lu Zhiyuan had resorted to any means to escape.

The story was full of holes, and there was no such place as a Peach Blossom Spring in this world.

And there was no oracle.

No priest!

“Lu Zhiyuan, even if your story is true, did you ever ask me?” Gu Ci stood before him, looking down at him. “Do I want a love that’s like moths to a flame, or a peaceful life? What gives you the right to decide for me?”

Lu Zhiyuan’s gaze darkened as he looked up at her, his smile fading. “Cici, I never asked you. Relentlessly clinging, you’ve seen the outcome. Since you’re starting anew, choose a different path.”

“Will you continue to cling in the next life?” Gu Ci’s eyes were red. “If it’s the same in every lifetime, why did you reincarnate? Why did you come close to me? And if you got close and stirred things up, why did you give up halfway?”

Lu Zhiyuan grabbed her hand and pulled it down, causing Gu Ci to kneel in front of him. Lu Zhiyuan tightly held her wrist and said, “Gu Ci, you need to wake up. Our entanglement will only lead to your death. If you die, what will happen to Ziyu?”

The words “Ziyu” felt like a dagger in her heart. Lu Zhiyuan’s eyes were now red, and he was no longer as casual as when he was telling the story. “If we could have a happy ending, how could I…”

How could he bear to reject her!

“I don’t believe it!” Gu Ci pushed him away, her head throbbing. “You’re just making up stories. I don’t believe a single word.”

Gu Ci walked away, brushing her sleeves.

Lu Zhiyuan closed his eyes; he had failed again.

Whether he used force or persuasion, it didn’t work. Lu Zhiyuan rubbed his temples. “Why doesn’t she believe me?”

Watching the surveillance of Gu Ziyu, he felt his heart ache. “How did it fall apart again? Dad, you’re really useless. But whatever they say, Mom looks so afraid. Dad, you won’t have come up with some scheme, right?”

Gu Ci leaned against the bedroom door, her heart pounding. She recalled the fortune teller she had met with Zhou Jinjin that year on Mount Bodhi. It was an old man with a white beard. Zhou Jinjin had sought fortune regarding her marriage, and the fortune teller had spoken about her marriage.

The fortune teller had said that her true love had not yet arrived, but Gu Ci had no interest in hearing about her marriage. Zhou Jinjin had insisted, and the fortune teller had looked at her birth chart and suddenly told a story. The story was eerily similar to what Lu Zhiyuan had just told her, with only a few minor differences.

No!

“It’s just a coincidence; there are no gods, demons, or curses like that in this world. It’s not believable!”

Lu Zhiyuan must have been trying to trick her into giving up and seeking medical help. Gu Ci couldn’t believe his supernatural tales. Every time she thought about the story Lu Zhiyuan had told her, about their destined separation in life, she couldn’t accept it!

Gu Ci covered her head in pain. “Don’t believe him. He’s lying. Gu Ci, he’s lying!”

Gu Ci called Zhou Jinjin. “Jinjin, do you remember when we went to Mount Bodhi in our first year of high school? We met a fortune teller halfway up the mountain. Do you remember?”

“Of course, I remember. At the time, she said that Lu Shixiu wasn’t my true love and that I would get married late,” Zhou Jinjin replied, wearing a heavy costume and reading a script. “Why do you ask?”

“He told me a story, do you remember what the story was about?”

“I remember. After that story, you cried all the way home. You’ve always been tough, so 1 never expected you to be moved by a story. You’re quite emotional.” “Do you remember what the story was about?”

Zhou Jinjin felt that Gu Ci’s tone was a bit strange but didn’t press further. She recounted the story, and it was almost identical to what Lu Zhiyuan had just told her, with only minor differences in details.

A chill ran down Gu Ci’s spine. Why was this happening? Was it really just a coincidence?

“Cici, what’s wrong?”

“Nothing, I just suddenly thought about getting my fortune told. That’s all.”

After chatting with Zhou Jinjin for a while, Zhou Jinjin also sensed that Gu Ci was distracted. She didn’t say much and hung up the phone. Gu Ci was disturbed by the story Lu Zhiyuan had told her.

The phone rang, and Little Cherry called. “Gu Ci, I’ve found the master..”

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