I'm only one year old, what the heck is a Overturning System?!

Watching Chen Yuan leaving, Ling Yinrong's face was filled with bitterness.

She knew her condition; it was almost like the oil was exhausted and the lamp was dry.

Originally, she was already seriously injured, and although her condition had recovered somewhat after a brief treatment, she had forcibly used the Supreme Demon Vanquisher Technique in the previous battle, causing her injuries to worsen to the core.

Even now, her meridians were broken, and her True Yuan was depleted. Even if she could use Sword Intent, it was like rootless water that couldn't last long.

Ling Yinrong stared blankly at the dark and silent dense forest, recalling her time with Chen Yuan, and a smile unconsciously appeared on her lips.

She could see that Chen Yuan, the Absolute Blade Inheritor, was different from the other inheritors she knew.

It was hard to imagine how Chen Yuan, who had experienced darkness since childhood, had managed to keep light and hope in his heart and to persist until now.

Even after experiencing the encirclement and interception by the Southern Barbarian Sect and the betrayal and hurt from Lu Zhao, Chen Yuan didn't collapse, and his Sword Intent remained spirited and uplifting.

This was very rare.

Thinking of Chen Yuan's figure, Ling Yinrong's smile brightened significantly.

Since she had left the mountain to travel, it had been fifteen years.

Aside from the initial period she traveled with Lv Cheng, she was alone, traveling from north to south, from east to west, seeing all of Wei Dynasty.

But there was no one like Chen Yuan who made her heart throb, filled with joy and heartache, but without any regrets.

"If I can get through this, I want to take him back to the mountain."

"Master would be very happy, wouldn't he?"

Ling Yinrong thought so, but then another thought made her feel awkward.

She suddenly remembered—Chen Yuan was Chen Yi's elder brother.

"Ah, how would Junior Brother Chen think if he saw us like this?"

Thinking of that scene, Ling Yinrong blushed with shyness, but also felt somewhat expectant.

She thought, Junior Brother Chen's expression at that moment would be very entertaining.

And Chen Yuan, he would probably giggle like a child who hasn't grown up, watching this awkward scene.

Ling Yinrong smiled foolishly, not even noticing Chen Yuan's return.

"Sister, are you laughing?" Chen Yuan asked doubtfully.

"Mind your own business!"

Ling Yinrong paused, her face soft yet slightly flushed, but it aggravated her injuries, and there was a hint of pain in her smile.

Fortunately, it was dark in the dense forest, and Chen Yuan didn't notice. He took out a wild fruit, wiped it, and carefully fed it to her.

Ling Yinrong glanced at him, enduring the pain and took a few bites.

"So sour."

"Sour?" Chen Yuan tried a bite, his face crinkled up, "Sorry, I, I couldn't find anything else to eat."

Ling Yinrong laughed, struggling to snatch the wild fruit and stuffed it into her mouth.

"It's okay, I like sour."

But as she said so, she directly swallowed the fruit, not daring to bite into it.

The fruit was too sour, enough to make her teeth feel like falling out.

Chen Yuan watched her dazedly, a certain flutter arising in his heart.

He wasn't sure what that feeling was, just knew that a warm current passed through his body.

Even in the dark and damp dense forest, he still saw a strand of light, giving him warmth.

"Sister..."

Ling Yinrong saw the look in his eyes, striving to appear more natural, and asked:

"What? You want me to pay for eating the fruit you picked?"

"No, not at all."

Chen Yuan chuckled dryly, then turned and carried her on his back.

"Sister, it's still not safe here, let's keep moving."

"Alright. But be careful, don't just escape from the Southern Barbarian Sect into the lair of demons."

"I won't..."

"Just a reminder."

Ling Yinrong lay on his broad shoulders, her eyes tenderly smiling:

"Chen Yuan, if there's danger ahead, just put me down and run, okay?"

Chen Yuan paused, then continued walking forward.

"I won't!"

The firm voice reached Ling Yinrong's ears, causing her to hold him a bit tighter, silently calling him a fool in her heart, but she didn't persuade any further.

A moment later.

A coldness enveloped Ling Yinrong, "It's so quiet, do you know how to sing?"

"...Yes."

Chen Yuan wasn't sure if the song he had sung for over ten years counted as one, but it didn't stop him from claiming the identity of a performer.

"Come on, let Sister listen."

"Twinkle, twinkle, little star, how I wonder what you are..."

The simple tune echoed in the dense forest, accompanied by the rustling of the wind, calming Chen Yuan's heart gradually.

Even in his heart, a thought emerged unknowingly—how nice it would be to keep walking like this with Sister!

At this moment.

He forgot the betrayal he had just encountered, forgot his anger and resentment towards Grandpa, and even forgot the erosion of the Absolute Saber Intent.

"Pff, ah," Ling Yinrong burst into laughter after hearing the song, laughing so hard it strained her injury, and said with a grin, "What kind of song is this, it has such a weird tune."

Chen Yuan's face showed a rare bashfulness, "I don't know, it was taught to me by my younger brother when I was a child."

"He said, people separated by distance are under the same sky, even if you can't see each other, as long as you can still see the stars, it means that you're not far apart."

Ling Yinrong looked puzzled, "Why would he say that?"

Chen Yuan's face warmed slightly: "Because back then, I missed my father who had just gone north to guard the frontier..."

Ling Yinrong realized, laughing, "Tell me about Chen Yi? Although I haven't met him, he sounds like a very interesting person."

"Sure."

Subsequently, Chen Yuan began to talk endlessly, mostly about things happening after their mother, Zhou Wanyi, had gotten pregnant.

Both of them received the teachings from their tutors, and Chen Yi was always the most serious one listening and even supervised his studies.