Quick Transmigration: The Charismatic Woman Uses Her Stunning Beauty to Complete Missions

Chapter 211 The Mysterious Authenticity of Bronze Inscriptions: Fake Gold (The End)

After crying for a long time, Cheng Tianqi wiped away his tears, regained his serious expression, and walked out of the conference room.

People passing by greeted him, and Cheng Tianqi nodded in response without expression.

After Cheng Tianqi left, they exclaimed, "Captain Cheng is so handsome and cool!"

Cheng Tianqi arrived at the door of a dormitory and knocked. Gu Qing opened the door and looked at Cheng Tianqi with some surprise.

"Tianqi, you were looking for me?"

"Let's go have a drink."

"You and me?" Gu Qing really didn't understand. Cheng Tianqi had been looking down on him for the past few years, and whenever they met, she would either give him a sour face or be sarcastic. Why would he ask him to drink?

Cheng Tianqi looked at Gu Qing, a slight smile playing on his lips, "Senior Sister has left and won't be coming back. Want a drink?"

Gu Qing remained silent for a long while, then raised his eyes to look at Cheng Tianqi and said coldly, "Drink!"

That single word, though brief, seemed to contain the weight of a thousand unspoken words, coldly uttered from his tightly pursed lips, carrying suppressed emotions.

The two went to a roadside stall and ordered several dozen beers.

The two men sat facing each other, drinking silently. The surrounding crowd was noisy, with laughter and clinking glasses rising and falling, but the hustle and bustle seemed to have nothing to do with them.

Cheng Tianqi bit open the bottle cap with his teeth and gulped down several mouthfuls. The liquor dripped down his chin and soaked his collar, but he didn't care. He wiped his mouth and said with a bitter smile, "I never thought that my senior sister would leave like this. I will never see her again."

Gu Qing snorted coldly, picked up a bottle of beer, tilted his head back and gulped down more than half of it. The spiciness of the beer spread in his throat, but it seemed unable to dispel the knot of sorrow in his heart.

"Hmph, so what if she's gone? She has her own path to walk. What's the point of us drowning our sorrows in alcohol here?"

Cheng Tianqi mocked, "You're just being stubborn, Gu Qing. You're such a pathetic wretch. It's been three years and you still haven't dared to confess to your senior sister. Now look what's happened, you have no chance at all."

Gu Qing's eyes darkened. "You're the same. Don't think I don't know. You're always hanging around Chu Mo, seeing me as a thorn in your side. Every time Chu Mo and I get a little closer, you rush over like a dog guarding its food. Isn't it because you like Chu Mo?"

Gu Qing slammed the beer bottle he was holding onto the table with a loud bang, splashing some beer that spread across the table, just like his emotions that he could no longer suppress.

Cheng Tianqi laughed heartily, but his laughter was tinged with endless bitterness and self-mockery, sounding particularly out of place and desolate in the bustling roadside stall environment.

"Yes, we're all cowards, all pathetic wretches. She has no idea what we're thinking, or even if she did, what could she do? She'd still leave us here like two fools drowning our sorrows in alcohol and wallowing in self-pity."

As he spoke, he swayed as he picked up another bottle of beer, tilted his head back, and chugged it down.

Cheng Tianqi put down the empty wine bottle, wiped her mouth with the back of her hand, and looked at Gu Qing with somewhat dazed eyes.

"Gu Qing, you're right. I do hope Chu Mo will pay more attention to me, but I never intended to harm her. I just want to be by her side and protect her."

But now, my senior sister is gone. She has her own path to walk, and none of us can stop her.

As he spoke, his voice gradually lowered, and a trace of loneliness and helplessness flashed in his eyes.

“Cheng Tianqi, whether it’s Fairy Qianyu or Chu Mo, they have their own choices. We… we can only accept it.”

Gu Qing's tone softened somewhat, though it still carried a hint of resentment, but more of a helpless resignation.

Cheng Tianqi nodded silently. "Yeah, I'll accept it, but when will this feeling of unease pass? Do you think she would have stayed for us if we had confessed back then?" He stared at the pile of empty wine bottles on the table, his heart filled with confusion.

Gu Qing chuckled self-deprecatingly, "No way."

His smile was full of bitterness, and the slightly upturned corners of his mouth seemed to carry a heavy weight of helplessness. His eyes revealed a sense of despondency after seeing through everything.

He saw it clearly: Shen Chumo had no romantic feelings for them whatsoever, so why would she stay for them?

After a long while, Cheng Tianqi slowly spoke, his voice low and trembling slightly, "Yes, I actually know... but I still can't help but think, what if there were even the slightest possibility..."

His gaze was somewhat vacant as he stared into the distance, as if trying to see Shen Chumo, who always wore a bright smile, through the bustling night market.

Just then, the roadside stall owner came over, looked at the two men, and said cautiously, "Young men, you've both had enough to drink. Why don't you call it a day? It's getting late, you should go home and rest."

Cheng Tianqi and Gu Qing exchanged a glance, both seeing weariness and dejection in each other's eyes.

Cheng Tianqi stood up, swaying slightly. He steadied himself by holding onto the table and said to Gu Qing, "Let's go, Gu Qing. Let's leave it at that for today. We'll talk about the future later."

Gu Qing also stood up, swaying as he straightened his somewhat disheveled clothes, and replied, "Okay, let's go."

The two paid and, under the slightly worried gaze of the stall owner, slowly walked out of the roadside stall. It was already late at night, and the streets were deserted. The dim yellow light of the streetlights cast long shadows on them, as if telling of their loneliness and confusion at that moment.

They walked on in silence, neither of them speaking again. The cool night breeze gently blew by, unable to dispel the heavy sorrow in their hearts, but in this silence, they had a moment of clarity to face the inevitable separation and loss.

A month after Shen Qianyu and Shen Chumo left, the official statement was finally released, announcing that the two had officially withdrawn from the Xuanmen sect and were going to live ordinary lives.

This news also caused a huge uproar online, after all, Shen Qianyu's current status is also very important.

Netizens have been discussing it on various social media platforms, with all sorts of speculations and discussions flooding the internet.

As time went on, people's longing for the two women grew stronger.

To commemorate them, people built statues of Shen Qianyu and Shen Chumo and enshrined them in temples.

The two statues were lifelike. Shen Qianyu had a tall and straight figure and an extraordinary temperament, as if she still carried the dignity and wisdom she had in the Xuanmen. Shen Chumo had a beautiful face and a lively spirit, just like she was in the Xuanmen in the past.

These two statues are placed in a prominent position in the temple, attracting a constant stream of worshippers every day. The temple is even more popular with worshippers than some traditional deities.

Believers knelt devoutly before the statues, chanting prayers, wishing the two women peace and prosperity in the mortal world, or expressing gratitude for their contributions to the Xuanmen (Taoist sect) and the cultivation world.

Cheng Tianqi and Gu Qing often came to this temple, stood in front of the statue, and quietly gazed at the familiar yet slightly unfamiliar face.

Cheng Tianqi tilted her head slightly, looked at the statue, and said softly, "Master, Senior Sister, are you doing well over there? Although the Xuanmen is trying to adapt to life without you, everyone misses you very much."

A hint of melancholy flashed in his eyes. Although he knew they had chosen new lives, he could not sever the affection he felt for them.

Gu Qing looked at Shen Chumo's statue, a wry smile playing on his lips. "Chumo, look, so many people are thinking of you. I hope you can be happy every day in your ordinary life and do what you love."

His voice was soft, yet filled with deep blessings. The feelings he once held deep in his heart had now transformed into his purest prayers for her.

Amidst the wisps of incense smoke, the story of Shen Qianyu and Shen Chumo seems not to have ended with their departure, but rather continues in people's hearts in another way. The two statues, bearing the longing, gratitude, and blessings of the people, stand quietly in the temple, witnessing the changes of time and the flow of people's emotions.