After Being Reborn, They Can Hear My Thoughts and Won’t Let Me Go - Chapter 11:

Chapter 11: Piercing Heartache

After a moment, Lin Luochen awkwardly returned to the same place and said, “This Holy Lord–level formation… I can’t break it at all.” But suddenly, inspiration struck him, “System, do you have a solution?”

[Ding! Yes, host, there is one.]

Lin Luochen asked, “What is it?”

[Ding! Immortal Platform Realm 2nd Heaven Formation Compass, single-use item, requires 1,000 fate points.]

Lin Luochen asked, “Fate points?”

[Ding! Detected fate points: 0. Would you like to use credit?]

Lin Luochen thought for a moment. With no other choice, he said, “Credit!”

[Ding! Congratulations, host has obtained the Formation Compass. Host’s fate points: -1,000. If not repaid within three days, the system will carry out physical castration.]

Lin Luochen, “…”

…

The Holy Lord–level formation of the Immortal Platform Realm 2nd Heaven was briefly broken. Lin Luochen stepped out of the cave residence, feeling emotional. Products made by the system truly were top-notch. That tiny compass had only touched it, and the formation shattered instantly.

“The feeling of freedom…” Lin Luochen looked up at the sky, “Turns out, when a person lets go of obsession, they can finally live as they wish.”

“From now on, let’s never meet again. We’ll be strangers!”

After saying this, Lin Luochen glanced back at the cave residence one last time, then turned around and walked away without hesitation, slowly fading from view.

In his past life, he gave too much, had too little control over his fate, endured pain and exhaustion, and met a tragic end. In this life, he wanted to live the way he desired—for himself!

…

Leaving the cave residence and crossing one immortal mountain after another, even though Lin Luochen’s current physique was far beyond the ordinary, it was still exhausting. 

Along the way, he encountered quite a few disciples from Cloudveil Sect. 

Lin Luochen stealthily stripped one disciple of their robes and changed his appearance.

Cloudveil Sect was the most powerful orthodoxy in the Eastern Wasteland, with over a million disciples. 

Lin Luochen was concerned that someone might inform Yu Youwei of his whereabouts, which could cause unnecessary trouble.

Under the deep starry sky and dim light, Lin Luochen was physically drained but had no intention of stopping. 

After all, this was the best chance to leave. In his past life, no matter how much they tried to drive him away, he refused to leave. In this life, without anyone telling him to, he would leave on his own!

“Bang…”

Lin Luochen bumped into something soft and delicate, but with terrifying force. He was knocked to the ground. He rubbed his head, and when he saw who it was, he was startled.

Leng Qingqiu was nothing like her usual cold and aloof self. 

She was now in a miserable state, her delicate body covered in blood, her phoenix eyes bloodshot, her hair disheveled and dirty.

Lin Luochen was indeed startled. But recalling his change in identity, he stood up and lowered his head apologetically, “Sorry, Senior… Senior Sister.”

“Mm… Watch where you’re going.” Leng Qingqiu’s voice was hoarse, as if she had been crying.

She didn’t stop and gradually disappeared into the night. Yet she felt another wave of pain in her heart—so faint she couldn’t sense it. She was numb.

As if something inside her was drifting further away…

Why… does it still hurt…

She didn’t walk fast. She longed to see him, yet feared seeing him. 

She feared the disappointment in his eyes, feared his loneliness, feared everything about him…

Lin Luochen gave a complicated glance at Leng Qingqiu vanishing into the darkness. 

He didn’t know what she had gone through in the past two days. 

But he didn’t think about it and walked away in another direction without looking back. The two figures gradually grew distant.

…

The next day.

Leng Qingqiu returned to her cave residence. The mansion was vast, with carved beams and painted rafters, picturesque like a painting, yet something vital seemed missing.

“Junior Brother Lin…” Her lips trembled slightly, and panic filled her phoenix eyes.

“Where are you? Junior Brother Lin, where are you?”

She wandered the residence like a madwoman, searching every corner, trying to find any trace of Lin Luochen.

“No… he wouldn’t leave… In the past life, he…”

She stopped speaking. Her phoenix eyes trembled as if she’d remembered something, and a trace of sorrow passed over her stunning face.

Those heartfelt words, those sealed memories and past events.

Junior Brother Lin… heart voice… just three days left before departure…

“How could he leave? Didn’t he always place us first? In the past life, no matter how we pushed, he wouldn’t leave. How could he leave now?”

Two clear tears fell from her porcelain-like cheeks.

Recalling everything that had happened recently, the heart she thought had turned to ashes now pulsed with pain again—piercing heartache.

She rushed out of the residence, flying off into the air, panic uncontrollable in her eyes, completely ignoring the wounds on her body.

“No… no… this can’t be real…”

Leng Qingqiu kept muttering under her breath, crystal-clear tears falling like a severed kite string, “He just went back… he just went back…”

…

Soon, she arrived at an immortal mountain. Her jade feet touched the ground lightly, her figure graceful yet stumbling.

She hurried to Lin Luochen’s cave residence, and when she stepped inside, she was still shocked by the sight. The place was broken and dilapidated. Rain had just passed; the eaves were leaking, the interior pitch-black, with no light reaching in. Spiritual energy was extremely thin, and it was completely empty.

“Wasn’t he the direct disciple of the master? How could his place be worse than the servant disciples’ quarters?”

Leng Qingqiu’s voice trembled. Clearly, she hadn’t expected Lin Luochen to live in such conditions.

The space was cramped. The bed was tattered. Only a few bottles of healing pills she had given him days ago remained—untouched.

Her heart clenched. She seemed to recall something.

Back then, when she brought Ye Chen up the mountain and begged the master to take him as a direct disciple, Ye Chen casually pointed to an immortal residence and said he wanted to live there. Without hesitation, she swept everything out of that place, not noticing the disbelief in Lin Luochen’s eyes.

These memories made Leng Qingqiu feel miserable. She hadn’t known Lin Luochen didn’t have his own immortal residence and had to live in this broken cave.

She had never stepped into this place. The last time she came here was to interrogate him for Ye Chen’s sake…

But now…

He left… without taking a single thing with him. Everything was placed neatly in order, yet it ripped her heart apart.

“He wouldn’t leave… he wouldn’t…”

Still unwilling to accept it, Leng Qingqiu left the cave and went straight to Yu Youwei’s residence.

…

A beam of light pierced the land, tearing apart the darkness before dawn. Leng Qingqiu arrived at Yu Youwei’s residence, staggering in her steps.

Yu Youwei was startled by her sudden appearance.

At that moment, Leng Qingqiu was covered in blood, her wounds reopened, even revealing glimpses of bone. Her face was pale and grief-stricken, her phoenix eyes filled with hostility.

“Senior Sister… what happened to you?” Yu Youwei’s beautiful eyes were full of worry.

In her mind, Leng Qingqiu had always been elegant and pure, like a divine lotus. How could she be in such a miserable state now?

“Where is Junior Brother Lin!?” Leng Qingqiu didn’t care about anything else. She anxiously grabbed Yu Youwei’s pale arm.

“Ah… Senior Sister, you’re hurting me,” Yu Youwei cried out in pain. “Isn’t Junior Brother Lin always at your residence?”

Leng Qingqiu froze as if all strength had been drained from her. “He’s not there… the formation at the residence was tampered with.”

Yu Youwei hesitated for a moment before speaking. She then told the full story of Ye Chen breaking into Leng Qingqiu’s cave residence and framing Lin Luochen.

Leng Qingqiu’s phoenix eyes turned blood-red, her delicate body trembling with rage. Her entire presence radiated hostility. “How dare he… how dare he!?”

The entire immortal mountain trembled from the pressure Leng Qingqiu released. Yu Youwei was also frightened. “Senior Sister, you’re scaring me…”

“Where is Ye Chen!?” Leng Qingqiu’s icy voice echoed across the immortal mountain.

“He… since then, it’s like he vanished into thin air. I haven’t found any trace of him,” Yu Youwei said softly. “But it’s worth noting—he hasn’t returned to your residence even once. I think… there’s only one explanation—”

Before she could finish, Leng Qingqiu interrupted, “Enough. I don’t want to hear it!”

Her heart was in chaos. Tears streamed down her phoenix eyes. “He wouldn’t leave… he wouldn’t!”

“Senior Sister…” Yu Youwei’s face was filled with sorrow, “Junior Brother Lin’s inner voice always repeated that he wanted to leave. I… I feel terrible too…”

“He wouldn’t leave, he wouldn’t!” Leng Qingqiu shouted in anger, “How could he leave!?”

But then, she suddenly remembered something.

The disciple she ran into in the mountains… that voice sounded familiar…

Back then, her heart had ached slightly, but she hadn’t thought much of it.

Now that she recalled it… Leng Qingqiu seemed to understand.

“Pu…” She spat out a mouthful of blood and collapsed to the ground in front of Yu Youwei’s shocked gaze.

“Senior Sister!”

Yu Youwei cried out in panic and rushed to catch her.

“He’s gone… he’ll never return… it was me… I hurt him…”

Leng Qingqiu’s voice trembled as her phoenix eyes slowly closed.

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