Immortal of the Ages

Chapter 310: A Partner to Drink With on the Immortal Path

Damn, so is he dead or what? Yun Xiao asked, his face blank.

Dead as can be, leaving behind only the useful bits and bobs, Blue Star replied.

Poor guy. Yun Xiao pinched the white jade soul bead and asked, Can I directly comprehend his 3,000 sword techniques from this?

Better leave it to the owner of the Divine Cosmic Sword. This soul bead needs to recognize its master. Only the master can explore its cultivation memories, Blue Star said, then glanced disdainfully at Yun Xiao, No need to say it, I already know who you're planning to give these trinkets to.

Bright as two big white lanterns hanging high! Red Moon exclaimed, flapping his claws, trying his best to describe the substantial assets being referred to.

If it's junk, it should naturally be handed down to fools, right? Yun Xiao packed away the nine-colored small sword and the white jade soul bead.

Right you are, Blue Star clicked his tongue, As you go on a rampage towards the heavens, it makes sense to have a trash bin on earth, to pile up some discarded stuff

You're the trash bin, Yun Xiao snapped, frustrated. His wish was actually quite simple.

Having witnessed the fear of death in the Withered Bone Keeper, he understood even more that birth, aging, sickness, and death were the inescapable fates of life. The more mundane the world, the harder it is to avoid.

Now, there were only two people he couldn't forget!

One had already become the stone in his hand. She was above the skies, with her ancestral god's real body... She wasn't here for now, but at least she existed forever.

And the other, like his former self, was a mortal at the lowest level.

Disease, lifespan, and agingall were her inevitable fate.

Yet, Yun Xiao feared the arrival of all these things. So, everything he did, was for a promise, to protect her, to guard the once-beating mortal heart they shared, to preserve the excitement when they first stepped on the path of immortality, to safeguard the fragrance of her hair they shared on that night riding the Sovereign Sword together...

And he planned to do it with the Cosmic Pagoda and Divine Cosmic Sword!

All of this was just the pure admiration of a junior brother, who had just stepped on the path of immortality, for his senior sister.

To Yun Xiao, in his heart and eyes, no woman in the world had status or innate talent, only sincerity and purity.

In life, what one could never forget was the first encounter.

A pot of wine on the path of immortality, who to share it with?

For Yun Xiao, amidst the brutal killings on the path of immortality, in the cunning and fierce competition, being able to return to the dreamscape, to raise a toast to the moon with that warm and unrestrained person, was the tenderness of finding a haven for the soul, and the leisure of stealing a moment of peace in a hectic life.

In a blink, Azure Spirit was before his eyes.

Amidst the dust and smoke of the Immortal path, only this verdant land remained.

Even if the Sword Ruins stood tall with its magnificent aura, mountains soaring into the heavenly sea in Yun Xiao's heart, the sacred land of his swordsmanship was only the Azure Spirit Mountains, Grand Hall, Little Cloud Residence, the stone table, fish pond, and osmanthus tree...

And she, forever there!

Yun Xiao, in his flowing white robes like drifting clouds, landed softly in the courtyard.

In just over ten days, the flowers in the yard bloomed more brilliantly, the fish in the pond grew plumper, and the stone table remained spotless...

In this scene, though no one was present, the traces of life were everywhere.

The young man walked through the flower beds, past the fish pond, stood under the osmanthus tree, and gazed at the white jade lanterns on the tree. In that moment, he forgot the dangers and conflicts of the Immortal path, his heart free from worries, enveloped in peace.

"Junior Brother Yun."

A soft call came from behind him.

Yun Xiao shuddered slightly, turning slowly. His gaze fixed on a figure in a black gown leaning against the door. Her eyes were slightly red, brimming with moisture, and her fingers trembling lightly as they rested on the doorframe.

"Senior Sister Zhao." Yun Xiao stood in the wind, a faint smile on his face. "A day apart feels like three autumns."

"And so?"

"I've missed you for more than thirty years."

That night, the sky was speckled with stars. Yun Xiao sat on the edge of a cliff, and she, above him. Behind her jade back was an abyss. She held Yun Xiao's head, letting the young man lose his way in the vast expanse of the Immortal path.

When love deepened, it became inextricable.

The dreamy starlight showered down on the mortal realm, turning the earth into a sea of colored light, and this couple, the only whiteness in the night.

Beside them, several jars of fine wine lay overturned, their nectar rhythmically dripping. Sometimes melodious, sometimes soaring. With wine and a confidante, what more could one desire?

A thousand cups were too few when shared with a kindred spirit, let alone with a lover.

Throughout the night, Yun Xiao, fueled by wine, recounted his encounters of the past ten days.

He hid nothing from Zhao Xuanran, including his interactions with the Creator Immortal and the Primordial Immortal Ancestor, as well as his bond with Chen Xi. Amidst the fragrance of the wine, these stories unfolded into the night.

And she listened quietly, never speaking.

When Yun Xiao expressed confusion or uncertainty, she would pass him the wine flask. Her face slightly flushed from the drink, her eyes brimming with deep emotion, and her charmingly naive and carefree demeanor melted away the coldness in Yun Xiao's heart.

With another flask of wine down his throat, the smoke and dust in his heart dissipated.

Yun Xiao's thoughts about the future did not waver; a mere mortal, unfairly condemned to death, who suddenly received such a divine opportunity, inheriting the path of the Creator Immortal, could not help but feel turmoil in his heart.

Now, with no kin left in this world, who could he share these wondrous secrets with, hidden in his heart? In his loneliness, who could he talk to?

Blue Star and Red Moon couldn't understand Yun Xiao's feelings.

And Chen Xi, she was a part of the Primordial Immortal Ancestor...

In this infinite world, there was only one Zhao Xuanran, like his only kin, truly understanding and pitying him.

Even the bravest man, in the absence of kin, occasionally needed a confidante to pour out his heart, to reveal the sincere side of his youth. Otherwise, forever being a cold, efficient butcher of the Immortal path, might lead to inner demons, leaving only anger and no trace of youthful spirit.

Only in front of her could he be himself, like a child. No matter how hard he tried, she would tolerate it, accepting his childishness...

"Senior Sister Zhao."

"What's wrong?"

"Nothing's wrong, just wanted to call you."

"Fool." Zhao Xuanran hugged his neck tightly, "Call me then."

"Senior Sister, Senior Sister, Senior Sister..."

"I'm here." She leaned gently on his shoulder, looking towards the hundred miles of Azure Spirit's forest, "I dare not journey with you, but I will always stay here. Whenever you want to come home, I will always be here."

"Home?"

Azure Spirit, the Sword Pavilion, and the Little Cloud Residence was this his home? On his first day of cultivation, he spent a dreamlike night here.

"I have a home now," Yun Xiao's eyes moistened.

"Nonsense, how can a man not have a home? Even a drifting duckweed has a place to dream of returning to," Zhao Xuanran chided. After speaking, her fingers pressed against Yun Xiao's back, leaving several marks.

"How long will you stay this time?" she asked softly.

"I'll leave at dawn."

"Oh..." Her fingers gently loosened their grip.

"No matter where I go, I will always forge a path back home." Yun Xiao grasped her jade-like fingers, guiding them back onto his back.

"Okay." Zhao Xuanran hugged him tightly, very tightly. So tightly it seemed as if she melted into his being, turning into a stream of water that washed away the murderous intent, the hostility, and the worldly trials from his body.

After her hysterical weeping, she fell into a deep sleep.

In her dreams, there were many beautiful moments, no more separations, and she was no longer a burden. She could even catch up with him, walk hand in hand above the clouds, looking down upon the dust of the world.

Only when awake did she realize that it was impossible.

So, she chose to stay where this dream began, creating a warm home for him, giving his greedy, wrathful, foolish, and chaotic heart a place to rest.

They needed each other. She needed a hero, and he needed a home. This dream lasted a long time!

She always remembered her heart beating fiercely like a wild beast against him. It wasn't until the sun was high in the sky that she vaguely woke up in Little Cloud Residence.

There was a white jade bead on the table, a gift from him. But she didn't look at it. She rushed out, the courtyard fragrant with flowers and grass, but the figure in white was nowhere to be seen.

"Always coming and going without a trace He does his thing and runs off, this kid..." She sat at the stone table, shaking her head, half laughing, half crying.

"Huh?" She suddenly noticed a few words carved on the stone table.

Trash, should be left to fools.

She paused for a moment. "Trash?" She remembered the incredible Cosmic Pagoda.

At that moment, she finally realized there was a change in her body...

"Could it be?" She extended her jade hand.

HUM! A nine-colored Sword Soul rose up.

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