The Villain Doesn’t Want To Get Entangled With the Beautiful Girl After Rebirth

34. So That’s How It Is

“A dog?”

“Yes, a dog.”

“Which dog?”

“That’s all I’ll say; you figure out the rest.”

With that, Daoyuan, the spirit cat, jumped onto the bookshelf, curled up into a ball, and quietly watched Qin Shili.

He hadn’t given Qin Shili a straight answer. He hadn’t intended to get involved in these matters, but he couldn’t help himself and let slip that it was a dog who had written it.

To be more dog-like than a dog itself.

It was purely a snide remark about how dog-like that person was.

Qin Shili was confused. In the Xuan Yun Sect, there were many spiritual dogs, but they were not allowed in the library. Moreover, during her time in the sect, as she advanced to the seventh spiritual realm, she had never seen any spiritual dog with the high intelligence like Elder Dao Yuan.

Could it be that she was ignorant?

Qin Shili, with her quick wit, pondered. Elder Dao Yuan wouldn’t tell her outright; perhaps ‘dog’ was just a metaphor. What does a dog represent? Loyalty, perhaps it was written by a sincere person.

Qin Shili was exceptionally talented and powerful. Her cultivation had always been smooth, without setbacks—a dream for any disciple of the Xuan Yun Sect.

Yet, she was lost. Unlike other cultivators with hearts set on saving the world, dedicated to helping the weak and upholding justice.

She lacked such aspirations. Her demon-slaying was merely because she felt it was her duty given her status and realm. Born into a prestigious family, she walked a path laid out for her with the help of family, sect masters, and elder predecessors.

She had no interest in advancing her cultivation, not even excited about reaching the seventh spiritual realm. The same went for love; despite being pursued by countless men, she felt no flutter of the heart, becoming a woman cold and unfeeling.

She didn’t know what she was seeking. Even with a beautiful appearance, her soul felt like a walking corpse.

She often visited the library to read, seeking solace for her soul, aspiring for a higher spiritual state, to find her way out of confusion.

She had read many profound books, “One Thousand Years of Solitude” being one of them. Yet, no matter how much she read, she remained lost, still unable to find a direction in life.

She once read in a book: If you’re lost, step out of your circle, witness new things, and perhaps you’ll find the meaning of life.

She understood the principle; traveling thousands of miles is better than reading thousands of books. She had been to many places, experienced different cultures, and seen many new things, yet she still couldn’t find the meaning of life.

“Have you found the book you’re looking for?”

A faint voice from Dao Yuan, the spiritual cat.

Qin Shili shook her head slightly: “Not yet.”

“What book are you looking for?”

“I don’t know, I’ll keep looking.”

“No need, the book you long for isn’t here.”

“Why?”

“Because your heart is drawn to an abyss.”

Dao Yuan, the spiritual cat, spoke with gravity. It had discerned Qin Shili’s thoughts from the line on the paper, but it wouldn’t bluntly expose her; it was just a cat that leisurely observed the myriad of human conditions.

“Elder Dao Yuan, am I…”

“I won’t judge or advise you. You must walk your own path in the future, you may well follow your original intention.”

Dao Yuan, the spiritual cat, gave a simple reply to express its stance, maintaining neutrality and non-interference as its principle.

Qin Shili wouldn’t write “I once had the sea and the sky, yet my heart longs for the abyss” without reason. It was because she harbored deviant thoughts, unable to find meaning in the future amidst the myriad of books in Xuan Yun Sect, thus inclining towards the abyss.

However, Dao Yuan, the spiritual cat, was unclear about the specifics of Qin Shili’s deviant thoughts. She wouldn’t tell it, and it wouldn’t ask.

Dao Yuan, the spiritual cat, with its plump body, sauntered away, leaving Qin Shili alone, sitting quietly at the desk, staring at the paper.

Despite her efforts, she still couldn’t find the meaning of the future, and her deviant thoughts grew stronger. She knew that if she let them develop, she would undoubtedly fall into the abyss.

With the blue sky and sea, one’s path ahead is bright; but a heart turned towards the abyss harbors deep, unshakable desires.

This was her secret, one that could never be understood by others. She kept it hidden, too afraid to share it with anyone. Yet, she was flesh and blood, and no matter how aloof, she longed to be understood.

Her desire to vent could only be expressed by subtly writing her thoughts on a slip of paper and placing it inside an obscure, difficult book.

She had fantasized about someone finding this paper and understanding her thoughts.

But her reason told her that was impossible.

However, the truth…

On this slip of paper, there was a phrase, “Fate known, not succumbed to.”

Was this a response to her words? But what did it mean?

Qin Shili’s insight was far beyond ordinary, and after a moment of closed-eye contemplation, a spark of enlightenment flashed through her mind.

So that was it.