Yo Meng read two lines and realized that this was actually the diary personally written by the Saintess, Yudie.

Every page of the diary in front was written briefly, recording the life of the Saintess as she grew up from childhood.

She was born as a Saintess, but unlike previous Saintesses who were regarded as a pool of hope from birth, everyone’s hopes fell apart when they discovered she had no Spirit Vein. Because she was a mirror reflecting the state of the Jade Ring Pool, her lack of a Spirit Vein indicated that the Jade Ring Pool, on which so many relied for survival, had not improved.

The child who was supposed to bear all the adoration faced almost only cold stares as she grew up confined in the Little Pool Palace. That was not a palace, but more like a prison.

In the world of Immortals, it’s unacceptable for an ordinary person to be a symbol of faith, and for that ordinary person, the pressure and expectations were enough to crush her mortal body.

Fortunately, Yudie was naturally strong-willed, lively, and intelligent, close to her family. If she could cultivate, she would certainly be a very competent Saintess. She also gradually changed the perceptions of those close to her with her charisma, at least in the eyes of these Maids, she was the true Saintess.

The Saintess rarely recorded bitter past events in her diary, only jotting down things worth celebrating, so her diary was very brief. But Yo Meng noticed that the latest pages were full, allowing one to feel her joy leaping off the page.

After reading through, Yo Meng discovered that the entries surprisingly detailed moments spent with You Su.

"Today, I danced with Mr. You. It was the happiest dance I’ve ever had, but actually, I shouldn’t have told him the legend of Jade Immortal Rushing Pool. He drank a lot of wine, and he must think by drinking Immortal wine, I’ll be the one to get drunk first, huh? That’s the price of underestimating Yudie. But he looks quite handsome when drunk, just keeps mumbling ’Junior Sister, Senior Sister, Master, Master,’ why not ’Yudie’?"

"Today, I went with Mr. You to West Lake Pavilion to admire the lake, and we encountered the eldest son and Miss Ji on the way. The poetry composed by Mr. You is truly extraordinary, yet he insists the author is someone else; if so, why have I never heard of them? Later at West Lake Pavilion, he recited several more poems, each worthy of eternal fame. I memorized them secretly, but I wouldn’t share them with anyone, especially Miss Ji."

"Wanting to release a sky lantern at the mountaintop was actually my willful request. I’ve never been so high before, looking down, as if I’ve become an Immortal above mortals. But actually, when walking to the cliff’s edge, I was quite scared, yet thinking of Mr. You standing behind me brought an inexplicable sense of peace..."

"I don’t dare to see him anymore; he doesn’t belong here, nor should he stay here."

"The Lotus Heart has an issue, but the day of the promise with Mr. You is approaching. Would he think I’m deceiving him? He traveled from afar to obtain the Lotus Heart; it should mean a lot to him, right... It doesn’t matter, I’m the Saintess, I will definitely deliver the Lotus Heart into his hands... it’s a promise, anyway, I will soon..."

The last page is full of round, spotted folds, likely dried tears, and the final word "die" is blurred by dampness.

When Yo Meng and Yo Long lifted their heads again, they were unconsciously in tears. They initially thought the Saintess was captivating You Su with her charm, but didn’t expect the Saintess had already become someone’s ’captive.’

The diary rolled to the floor, surprisingly revealing a page of torn paper.

Yo Meng quickly picked it up; it was the previous Saintess’s letter of legacy.

Like Yudie, the previous Saintess was unable to cultivate. Most of the legacy letter recounted her many experiences as a mortal at the Jade Ring Pool.

But the last sentence took Yo Meng’s breath away—

"I didn’t wither naturally at all."