I'm really not the Saviour! (我唔係救主囖!) [danmei/BL xuanhuan]

Epilogue

A/N:  It's done! It's fucking done!

So? What now?

Well, for now this story will be put to one side while I finish the last two stories in the Tales of the Jade Road.

At the Water's Edge (baihe) is set around 200 years in the future and (SPOILERS) features Gong Lau Yan and Zeyi, with guest appearances by Yuan Mu.

Ginseng and Yew (nb x nb romance) is set around the same time and has cameos from Gong Lau Yan and Zeyi, but has a mostly standalone story.

The fourth story, Eitsu's Nine Lives (yuri, NSFW), is already complete. It's also set around 200 years after the events of I'm really not the Saviour! and has a few overlapping characters, although it is mostly it's own story.

Once the stories are all complete, I will be going back revising all of them. These stories have had minimal editing so far, and it probably shows.

Thanks for reading until the end.

***

The border between Chūn and Dzue had never been so clear.

On the one side, verdant hills, plush underfoot.

On the other, barren, scorched dirt.

A distinctive, unnatural line.

It was as if the Demon Realm had been transplanted into the Mortal Realm. He stepped into the dust and felt his skin begin to dry almost instantly. A hundred steps and his mouth was dry, two hundred and his eyes felt gritty and struggled to blink.

This couldn't be anything other than a curse, surely. And this energy, this horribly familiar energy.

She's dead.

He couldn't even enter Ming Yuet. From the top of Dzak Hau, he looked down on the crumbled city, tongue so dry it was cracking in his mouth. Somewhere below him, Wong Tang slumbered. Did she know? Did the Heavenly Realm know?

Were Gong Ming Dzue and Gong Lau Yan just... gone?

Was... no-one going to do anything?

Was it just him, alone?

He closed his eyes.

Breathe. Breathe through the pain. You're still here. This will pass.

You'll see him again, soon.

*

'Soon' is relative.

Yuen Muk stared at the ash on his hands.

He had come to Chūn, over a decade ago now, settling down into the Still Heart temple that had been set up there. He was made the administrator of the place, slowly recovering his heart and his health until one day, the little Second Princess, Chūn Zéyi, marched into the temple grounds with an escort of guards and asked him if there was anything she could do.

Yuen Muk had looked at this small child with heavy-lidded grey eyes, soft eyebrows, and a permanent gentle pout, and thought she looked like Dzue Dziu Ming, but he was dead, along with his fragile Chūn bride, without any children, and this girl was the daughter of Chūn Shēnzhi and his newly instated royal wife.

There was no denying the Water energy that whispered and rippled below the surface of her skin. He smilingly handed her the book that Dzap Ming had written for her years ago.

"Would you like to learn how to help and protect people?" he asked, and she had answered in the affirmative without hesitation.

Chūn Zéyi grew into an accomplished and much-loved woman, never marrying, dedicating herself to serving the people. Yuen Muk's only regret was that, without the direct tutorage of Dzap Ming, her cultivation path was stuck at the cusp of the Third Dantian.