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"Junior brother, out of consideration for our shared sect, I'll give you some pointers. In any world, if you want to earn respect, you need great strength. Often, one person's strength alone is never enough to truly command respect. So, whenever you find a powerful backer who can help you rise above others, your fate and the level of your cultivation will be different..." Lian Linlan instructed meaningfully.

"Does even an immortal who has reached Senior Sister's level need to do this?" Han Zheng asked in shock.

"Although people's cultivation levels may differ, the inherent flaws of human nature are forever buried deep within their souls and cannot be changed. Cultivating the Dao, cultivating immortality, cultivating divinity—these only cultivate the essence of life and the physical body, unlike cultivating demons, which cultivates the soul. This is why the Divine Heaven Realm desires that legendary demon cultivator who can 'refine the entire universe,'" Lian Linlan sighed.

"Senior sister..." Han Zheng could hardly believe her ears when she heard Lian Linlan's words. She was about to ask more questions when Lian Linlan interrupted her.

"Han Zheng, the ultimate goal of cultivation isn't so simple. However, regardless, you're about to undergo tribulation. At this level, don't overthink things, or you'll easily suffer a qi deviation. Once you truly become an immortal, you'll understand something beyond the comprehension of your current level... 'Heroes of the world emerge from our ranks, once you enter the path of cultivation, time flies. A thousand years and ten thousand months are discussed in laughter, nothing surpasses a life of drunken revelry. Sword in hand, steed in a whirlwind, white bones piled high, birds startled into flight. The mortal world is like a tide, people like water, only alas, how many return in this world...'!" Lian Linlan said with a sigh.

Looking at the distant mountains outside the painted boat, Lian Linlan even recited the feng shui and the few lines of poetry that Jiang Yao often talked about.

Looking at Lian Linlan, Han Zheng suddenly realized that her cultivation level over the years was as insignificant as a speck of dust in the universe. She understood that the path of cultivation involved not only the trials and tribulations of years of practice, but also countless other things she couldn't comprehend.

Gui Eting, who had been standing by without daring to interrupt, couldn't help but wonder if the path of cultivation was truly a great "way" full of light and justice.

Just then, a crisp and powerful male voice suddenly came from the cabin of the pleasure boat.

"Hehe, well said, well said. The world is like a tide, people are like water, it's just a pity how few people can return... I never thought that an immortal could comprehend such a realm." As he spoke, a graceful figure walked out of the cabin.

"You are... Senior Feng...!" Lian Linlan exclaimed in shock as she looked at Feng Yileng walking out of the cabin.

"Little Linlan, I didn't expect you to still remember someone like me who has long been forgotten by the cultivation world." Feng Yileng said to the dumbfounded Lian Linlan with the expression of a senior.

"Lian Linlan greets Ancestor Feng Qing!" Suddenly, Lian Linlan knelt on one knee and respectfully bowed to Feng Yileng.

Han Zheng and Gui Eting were startled by Lian Linlan's actions. They hadn't expected that even immortals would treat people from the Demon Realm with such caution. The two stood there, somewhat at a loss.

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"Why aren't you kneeling down to pay your respects to Ancestor Feng Qing?" Lian Linlan shouted sternly at Han Zheng and Gui Eting behind her.

Han Zheng and Gui Eting were startled and quickly knelt down to pay their respects, but they didn't know how to address Feng Yileng. This was because Lian Linlan only called him "Feng Qing Ancestor" and didn't know whether this ancestor was a predecessor of their sect or from another sect, so they dared not address him carelessly for fear of being impolite.

"You may all rise. Don't be bound by these worldly formalities. I never expected to see you juniors here. It seems the path of cultivation is truly a mysterious thing," Feng Yileng said with emotion.

Lian Linlan stood up, still maintaining a respectful demeanor. Han Zheng and Gui Eting simply watched Lian Linlan, doing whatever she did, afraid of being impolite.

"Why is Ancestor Feng Qing in the Demon Realm?" Lian Linlan asked respectfully.

"Hehe, this is a long story. I wonder if your grandmaster has already survived the tribulation of gods?" Feng Yi asked coldly.

"Reporting to Ancestor Feng Qing, Ancestor Shui was already converted to the Divine Heaven Realm a thousand years ago," Lian Linlan said respectfully.

"Sigh... I never imagined that Qingqiu has already cultivated into a god, and that he has been cultivating for so long...!" Feng Yileng said with a sigh, as if he was reminiscing about something.

The calculation of time in the path of cultivation is not divided according to time and years as humans do.

In the cultivation world, the beginning of the universe is considered chaos, the formation of various star systems in the universe is considered ancient, and the birth of various planets in the star systems is considered ancient.

The "Grandmaster Shui" Shui Qingqiu, whom Feng Yileng and Lian Linlan mentioned, was a friend they knew from ancient times, and was considered one of the earliest cultivators in the human realm. Shui Qingqiu was also the master of Lian Linlan and Han Zheng's shared master, which explains Lian Linlan's profound respect for Feng Yileng.

Because Han Zheng started learning the art relatively late, by which time Lian Linlan was already close to transcending her tribulation and becoming an immortal, Han Zheng was unaware of this unknown story. Moreover, not long after Han Zheng began his apprenticeship, his master had already passed away while sealing the "Enchanting Zither" demonic butterfly. Therefore, by Han Zheng's generation, there were absolutely no records of Feng Yileng and Shui Qingqiu's story.

"Why did Ancestor Feng Qing not become a god, but instead end up in this strange realm?" Lian Linlan asked, puzzled.

"Sigh... Some things may be predestined and unchangeable. Never mind, let's not talk about that. There must be some special reason why you were able to come to the Demon Realm, right? With your immortal level, you shouldn't be able to enter this world at all. It seems that there are gods in the Divine Realm supporting you behind the scenes, right?" Feng Yi asked softly, his eyes filled with a profound meaning that could see into people's hearts.

“Well… I don’t want to hide anything from Ancestor Feng Qing. I think Ancestor Feng Qing must have heard of that legend from the ancient times, right?” Lian Linlan asked tentatively.

"That demon cultivator who can refine the entire universe?" Feng Yileng's eyes lit up, and he said, forcing himself to remain calm.

“That’s right. According to the news from the Divine Realm, the legendary demon cultivator has been reincarnated into this life. And I came to the mortal realm for him, and now I’ve wandered to the Demon Realm.” Lian Linlan smiled eerily.

Because she knew how much of a shock the reincarnation of a demon cultivator who "could refine the entire universe" would cause to the entire cultivation world.

"You mean that the demon cultivator has come to the Demon Realm?" Feng Yileng asked in disbelief.

“Yes, you are absolutely right. Moreover, based on my search using the divine artifact ‘Eye of Divine Insight’ from the Divine Realm, he should be with you.” Lian Linlan’s eyes held a deeper meaning as she spoke softly.

"Could it be...could it be...! No wonder he could possibly have that kind of physique, it turns out it's a 'demon body'!" Feng Yileng took a few steps back in extreme shock, and said in a trembling voice.

"Oh no, he's been teleported...!" Feng Yileng slapped his forehead and exclaimed in shock, his eyes wide.

Lian Linlan, Han Zheng, and Gui Eting were all shocked upon hearing the news and remained speechless for a long time.

2004-12-08 14:29:00

Chapter Thirty-Four: Not Drunk, Yet Already Sober

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The underworld, the Yellow Springs Palace.

The spacious hall remained dimly lit, but the woman who had remained in the same position could no longer lie peacefully on the table, enjoying her solitude alone.

At this moment, in the main hall, besides Huang Quan and the unconscious Feng Shui, there was another man dressed entirely in a black suit. His face could not be clearly seen; only his vague outline suggested that he was a very burly man.

"Lord Wencheng, take this person back to the exit of the human realm," Huang Quan said softly, his words filled with authority.

“My lord, doing this will break the rules of the Underworld,” the man known as the Lord of Wencheng Palace said coldly.

"I set the rules, so do as I say!" Huang Quan said softly.

"Yes, sir!" A fleeting, almost imperceptible glint appeared in the eyes of the Lord of Wencheng Palace, but his voice remained icy cold.

Wen Cheng stepped forward and placed one hand on Feng Shui's body. Gradually, a huge, shiny black teleportation array appeared beneath Feng Shui.

"Don't erase his memory! He's not an ordinary human!" Huang Quan said quietly.

Wen Cheng paused for a moment, but then seemed to understand something. Without saying anything more, he sent out the teleportation array, and Feng Shui and Wen Cheng disappeared before Huang Quan's eyes.

The main hall returned to its former state; the environment and the people remained the same. However, what had happened there would forever remain etched in Huang Quan's heart. Here...

All the love and hate entanglements of her past life had ended at this moment, and Huang Quan had no regrets, for she was already satisfied to have possessed Feng Shui for even a minute. She dared not hope that her love story would have a happy ending; she only wished that she had possessed it at all, and that was enough.

For some, love isn't always about being together through life and death, even if they pursued it selflessly and waited for it silently in a past life. But when that love actually appears before you and has the potential to stay with you forever, you might find that it's not what you initially wanted.

The human heart is just so strange...

He only hoped to truly embrace his beloved and deeply experience the love in his heart, even for just one minute. For Huang Quan, that would make his life complete.

No one could understand her heart, just as she hadn't been the master of the Underworld in her past life, but rather the "Love Butterfly," one of the "Seven Emotional Butterflies." Her words flowed like poetry, revealing her as a deeply sentimental person, still moved by the stories that had unfolded around her. She only hoped to listen with "forgiving ears," conveying her current feelings to the man of her story—even if that man was no longer the same man he once was.

Beautiful stories often unfold in beautiful seasons. However, these beautiful stories, like the season itself, are fleeting, leaving behind only memories, a touch of melancholy, yet also a sense of wonder.

Continuing the emotional entanglements, love and hate of the past life, has no meaning for the people of this life...

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The human realm.

This place is unfamiliar to Feng Shui, because it is not the city where he lived and worked in the human world.

Feng Shui felt a little dizzy, wandering aimlessly through the deserted midnight streets, with only the neon lights on both sides of the road for company. Looking at the unfamiliar surroundings, Feng Shui felt even more dizzy. He vaguely remembered drinking with his good buddies Yu Duotian and Fan Daoai at a restaurant just now, but how did he end up here?

Feng Shui thought to himself, "I probably really drank too much. It seems that you really can't drink alcohol indiscriminately, otherwise you can easily damage your brain. I'm so young, if I damage my brain so early, I might as well not live my life anymore."

Slowly, I found myself walking along the riverbank in this unfamiliar city. At night, the only distinguishable feature of the riverside scenery was the gray water flowing in the distance, which lacked any sense of poetry.

Feng Shui's head was still spinning, but a wisp of river breeze blew by at night, and his consciousness gradually became clearer.

"Where am I? Did I get so drunk that I can't even find my own home?" Feng Shui sat on the railing of the riverbank, lost in thought, wondering about his current location.

Another slightly chilly river breeze blew past Feng Shui, and faintly mixed in with it was a woman's cry for help.

"Who would be swimming in the river so late? They must be courting death," Feng Shui muttered to himself.

The cries for help grew louder, and Feng Shui became restless. He saw something bobbing up and down in the greyish-black river, and the cries for help were coming from that object. Thinking he was seeing things, Feng Shui rubbed his eyes and looked again. Sure enough, there was a person in the river calling for help.

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"That's ridiculous. Someone really fell into the water. I really want to save you, but unfortunately I can't swim. Let me call 110 for you." Feng Shui looked at the person calling for help in the river, shrank his neck, and started looking for his phone to call the police.

It wasn't that Feng Shui didn't want to go into the water to save the person, but rather that he couldn't swim very well, and besides, it was so late, there couldn't possibly be anyone else on the riverbank. Feng Shui didn't consider himself the kind of person who would stand by and watch someone die. Therefore, the best course of action was to call the police, because the police's motto is "to serve the people."

However, Feng Shui searched for his phone for a long time but found it wasn't on him. Meanwhile, the cries for help from the water grew louder and sounded rather pitiful—a desperate cry for survival.

"Damn it! Why did you fall into the water so late? Don't you know that no one swims in the river at night?! I'm so angry, so angry! I really want to save you, but I can't swim. What should I do, what should I do?" Feng Shui jumped down from the railing, but didn't have the courage to go into the water to save him. He looked troubled and extremely frustrated.

Every cry for help seemed to pierce Feng Shui's heart. Although Feng Shui had witnessed too many life-and-death scenes before and no longer felt much about life and death, at this moment, for some reason, he felt extremely anxious from the bottom of his heart that he could not save this drowning person.

Summoning courage from who-knows-where, Feng Shui stripped off his clothes and plunged into the river. A mouthful of water choked him; the water tasted awful, with a foul, heavily polluted flavor. Feng Shui struggled with his arms and legs, yet he didn't sink. It seemed the swimming coach's words were true: if you don't throw someone who can't swim into the water and let them learn by themselves, they'll never learn. Feng Shui even used a dog-like swimming style to approach the drowning person.

All he saw was a pale-faced young woman with eyes filled with the fear of death, about to sink. Feng Shui swam forward, grabbed her hair, and pulled hard, trying to pull her out of the water, but found that the young woman's hand pressed down on his head, haphazardly pushing Feng Shui underwater.

Feng Shui couldn't catch his breath, and the woman holding his head pressed down even harder, making it impossible for him to swim to the surface. He gradually sank into the water, and the woman's feet, which had been jumping haphazardly, landed on Feng Shui's body. Feng Shui had sunk too deep.

Feng Shui thought to himself that he was doomed this time, but he found that he did not feel any difficulty breathing in the water and could still breathe normally as if he were on land.

"Am I dreaming?" Feng Shui exclaimed excitedly from the water.

Opening his eyes underwater, Feng Shui discovered that he could see everything clearly without any discomfort. This new discovery made Feng Shui extremely happy. Looking up, he saw that the person who had fallen into the water had been choked unconscious and had sunk with their eyes closed, leaving only a series of bubbles in the water.

Feng Shui swung his arms upwards and caught the woman who had fallen into the water. He then swam vigorously with his legs toward the shore.

Carrying the unusually heavy woman who had fallen into the water, Feng Shui wearily climbed ashore, tossed her aside, and a gust of wind blew by, causing him to shiver.

"Ugh... it's so cold. I wonder if she's dead." Feng Shui hugged his arms tightly, shivering, and looked at the young woman beside him.

The woman appeared to be about sixteen or seventeen years old, with a pretty face, but her complexion was now even paler, her full lips were the color of a dead fish, and her clothes were soaked through, revealing her slender figure. However, her stomach was swollen, indicating that she had drunk a lot of water.

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The feng shui master extended a finger to test the woman's breath and found that she was only exhaling weakly and not inhaling.

The feng shui master placed both hands on the woman's stomach and pressed down hard. Saliva kept gushing out of the woman's mouth. Half a day passed, and the woman still did not wake up, but her swollen stomach went down.

"That's about enough. I think we should proceed with the second step of first aid: artificial respiration. I'm not trying to take advantage of you; I'm trying to save you," Feng Shui said, looking at the young woman who had choked and fainted.

Taking a deep breath, Feng Shui kissed the young woman's full but tightly closed lips, only to find that he couldn't transmit his breath. Feng Shui reached out and pinched the woman's cheek, forcing her lips open, and forcefully transmitted his breath.

During the mouth-to-mouth transmission of energy, Feng Shui did not see any faint blue-purple energy entering the woman's mouth from his own, nor did he notice it himself.

Suddenly, the woman trembled. Feng Shui realized that his artificial respiration had worked, so he stopped breathing on her and sat down to watch her reaction.

The woman coughed violently a few times, coughing up some water, and gradually woke up.

"Hi, you're awake. Be careful next time, don't go swimming so late again. There won't be another kind person like me to save you." Feng Shui said seriously, with the air of an elder.

But the woman, with tears welling in her eyes and a tearful expression on her lips, suddenly threw herself into Feng Shui's arms and burst into tears. This startled Feng Shui, who didn't know what to do.

"Don't cry anymore, you're alright now. Go home quickly, or you'll catch a cold," Feng Shui said helplessly, looking at the young woman in his arms.

"Waaaaah, waaaah, waaaah... I'm heartbroken, waaaah, waaaah..." the young woman sobbed in Feng Shui's arms.

"Heartbreak is inevitable. Everyone goes through it in life. Once you experience it, you'll naturally mature. Don't be silly, go home, get some sleep, and tomorrow you'll wake up to a hopeful future." Feng Shui patted the woman in his arms on the shoulder and said very gentlemanly.

"Waaah, waaah, waaah...!" The young woman's sobs gradually subsided. She lifted her head from Feng Shui's embrace, looking at him with tearful eyes, her voice still trembling with sobs.