# 1317
Chapter 1318: Going Home...
Land of the Giants.
Snowy Mountains.
The white peaks stood like giant pillars, piercing into the dark, gloomy sky, as snowflakes drifted down with the raging wind, sweeping across the world.
This was the northernmost border of the Land of the Giants, and also the most remote edge of all Asgard.
Snowflakes the size of palms swirled down from the sky, burying all sounds beneath them. In the dead-silent snowfield, two figures suddenly materialized from dissipating black lines.
Leng Xuan stumbled forward, his knees sinking completely into the thick snow. He looked around in a daze, his gaze falling on a black-haired girl who had fallen into the snow nearby, struggling to get up...
"Xiaonan!"
Leng Xuan waded over to where Si Xiaonan, covered in blood, lay on the snowground, and helped her up.
"Xiaonan, are you alright?"
"I'm fine..." Si Xiaonan shook her pale face, pointing at her palm, and smiled weakly, "When we were at Kunlun Ruins, the Queen Mother of the West passed me a strand of true qi to preserve my fading soul. Even if Loki's soul is shattered to pieces, my soul won't immediately collapse... With this strand of true qi, my soul can sustain for another half hour.
This strand of true qi was originally meant to prevent Loki from directly using the soul contract to kill me, but Loki is already dead...
I want to use these final half hour to do something else."
Leng Xuan seemed to have realized something and stood frozen in place.
"Going home..." Si Xiaonan looked into his eyes and smiled weakly.
She smiled very happily, like a child, raising her scarred hand to point toward some distant direction.
"Leng Xuan, Loki is dead! We're free... We can finally go back to Cangnan."
Before the last sentence was even finished, two streams of scalding hot tears rolled down Si Xiaonan's smiling face and fell into the snow.
She stood there, light flowing in her eyes.
"Cangnan..." Leng Xuan murmured to himself.
Soon, he snapped back to reality, looking at Si Xiaonan in front of him whose life force was gradually fading. His eyes were filled with complex emotions.
He could sense how terrible Si Xiaonan's physical condition was right now. With the Queen Mother of the West's true qi, it could indeed slow down her soul's dissipation, but her body was already at its limit.
The two "Ghost God Guides" had completely drained her body—the double side effects would slowly squeeze out all the life force from her body... Her time was running out.
Leng Xuan was silent for a moment. In the silent falling snow, he spoke gently:
"Alright... Let's go home."
Hearing this answer, Si Xiaonan's smile grew even more radiant. Her clean eyes curved into crescents... This was the joy and delight that any girl of her age should rightfully enjoy.
Si Xiaonan grabbed Leng Xuan's wrist, and countless scheming threads wove around them. In the blink of an eye, their figures vanished.
When Leng Xuan opened his eyes again, they were standing among the ruins of Western-style houses.
Hazy fog shrouded the surroundings. Dim daylight filtered through the clouds and mist, like countless gray lead particles falling down, casting a pale and desolate glow over the surrounding buildings.
This was not Great Xia.
"Cough cough cough..." Just as Leng Xuan was about to speak, Si Xiaonan beside him burst into violent coughing.
Si Xiaonan bent over in pain, black blood constantly spewing from her throat. Her originally clear tears had already been stained with blood, turning her eyes red.
"Xiaonan!" Leng Xuan's eyes narrowed.
"I'm fine..." Si Xiaonan's red eyes were somewhat unfocused. She stared at the ground beneath her feet, her voice so faint it was like she was murmuring to herself, "Loki is dead... The only Scheming Law in this world is continuously pouring into my body... If I want to, I can weave 'schemes' to directly teleport near Great Xia...
I'm just a bit tired...
Give me some more time... I can definitely do it..."
Before Leng Xuan could reach out to help her up, countless black threads condensed around Si Xiaonan, and their figures vanished again.
After repeating this several times, Leng Xuan witnessed their journey from Asgard's Land of the Giants, to the European continent of the real world, to lonely islands in the ocean, then to an unknown forgotten city... Every time she used "Scheming," Si Xiaonan would vomit large amounts of black blood, and those clear eyes grew increasingly murky.
Despite all this, she didn't make a sound, like a stubborn child desperately trying to find the direction home.
Leng Xuan, too, said nothing. He simply gritted his teeth silently, so hard that trickles of blood seeped from the corners of his mouth. His bloodshot eyes were filled with心疼 and helplessness.
He wouldn't urge Si Xiaonan to give up, because he knew this was Si Xiaonan's final wish...
When their figures appeared once more on a snowfield shrouded in mist, the black scheming threads dissipated. A dull thud sounded beside Leng Xuan.
Si Xiaonan had collapsed.
In the wind and snow, Leng Xuan used his remaining arm to carefully lift her up.
"Leng Xuan... I can't seem to see anymore..." Si Xiaonan murmured faintly. Those deep red eyes had completely lost their focus.
"Could you... carry me home..."
The double side effects of the Ghost God Guide were slowly extracting all the life force from her body. After her limbs lost their strength and mobility, it was her vision that began to fade.
In her world, apart from the endless redness before her eyes, there was only Leng Xuan's heavy, ragged breathing.
He was silent for a moment. "Alright."
Si Xiaonan felt the world spinning around her, and suddenly she was趴在 on a solid back. An arm supported her body as it swayed and trembled, moving forward.
Si Xiaonan's hands circled around Leng Xuan's neck. She suddenly felt a warm, sticky liquid flowing gently.
"Leng Xuan... you're hurt..." Si Xiaonan's gradually chaotic consciousness suddenly cleared, and she spoke softly.
"Just a scratch, nothing serious." Leng Xuan said calmly.
Si Xiaonan's pale lips pressed together. She was silent for a long while before one trembling hand reached into her chest and pulled out a pure white, flawless, round pill. She held it to Leng Xuan's lips...
"Open your mouth."
"Elixir of Immortality?" Leng Xuan's voice paused. "Didn't you say you were going to send this back to Great Xia?"
"... I changed my mind." Si Xiaonan smiled weakly. "Since this pill was refined, it was meant to be consumed by someone... If that's the case, why can't it be you?
Although you don't have a Forbidden Ruins or a God's Ruins, I believe you're the most suitable person in the world for this pill..."
"What about you? This pill is something you recovered, and Loki was killed by you... Why can't it be you who takes it?"
Si Xiaonan was silent for a moment, then spoke bitterly:
"I... am not worthy of it."
"Why? Because you betrayed Great Xia? Or because you're the agent of scheming?" Leng Xuan shook his head firmly. "Xiaonan, I really don't need this pill. You should—"
"Open your mouth!" Si Xiaonan raised her voice and repeated it, her tone incomparably serious.
"Don't make me waste my last bit of strength on arguing...
I won't argue with you, Leng Xuan. Right now, I'm already half a god of scheming... You can't beat me."