Chapter 101: Bound to the Birth System and Becoming a Winner in Life Chapter 101: City Lord's Little Concubine (43)

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Protagonist:

Shen Yao

"Ning'er has already left."

Fu Hengyan stood behind Shen Yao, looking ahead at the departing figure with an expression of some heartache.

Shen Yao sighed, turned and embraced Fu Hengyan, her voice muffled, "This child is too impulsive."

No matter what the reason, going to such a dangerous place, Shen Yao's old mother's heart truly found it very difficult to let go completely.

Fu Hengyan said nothing, merely holding Shen Yao to comfort her.

The two leaned against each other in silence for a long time, until Shen Yao regained her spirits.

The road is walked by oneself; what else could she say? Now she only hoped this child could go through life upright and open, and even if encountering setbacks, could pass through safely.

To soothe Shen Yao and also divert her attention, Fu Hengyan spoke of some internal discoveries regarding the war between the two races.

Including Tang Yuan, who had once been watched closely: "Ning'er learned some fragmentary words from him about how the passage between the Xuanwei Realm and the Xuantian Continent was severed back then."

Now traveling alone, she also went to verify and distinguish the truth."

That Ghost Old Man who followed Tang Yuan was from the Xuanwei Realm.

Fu Zening had never mentioned to anyone that he could hear some strange and peculiar sounds.

Tang Yuan and Gui Lao were bound by the Soul Ring, but Fu Zening could speak directly with Gui Lao.

"Who knows if what that person said was true or false, Ning'er," Shen Yao almost spoke but stopped, finally shaking her head helplessly.

Saying more would only affect her own mood and serve no purpose at all.

Forget it.

In the first year after Fu Zening left, Shen Yao simply opened a spiritual field in the Lingyun Peak Small Courtyard to grow some spiritual plants she was very interested in.

In the fifth year after Fu Zening left, news came back saying the passage's location had been confirmed.

In the tenth year after Fu Zening left, Shen Yao and Fu Hengyan simply made a trip to Xizhou.

Xizhou after the war was not as prosperous as before, but Shen Yao still saw many active members of the Demon Race.

There were occasional conflicts between the Human Race and the Demon Race, but nothing serious.

Shen Yao even lived here for ten years, truly experiencing a way of life that had its own merits compared to that of the Human Race.

How to put it? "It is somewhat novel, but not a place for a long stay."

The Demon Race's territory was thick with demonic energy, which was of no benefit to human cultivators who cultivated spiritual energy.

Moreover, there was a blood feud between the two sides; there was absolutely no need to place herself in danger.

"Master, it has been nearly thirty years since Ning'er left."

Shen Yao sat in the Lingyun Peak Small Courtyard, beside her blooming strange flowers and exotic grasses.

Fu Hengyan twitched his fingers: "No news is good news."

The place Fu Zening went was extremely dangerous; a moment's carelessness would mean being reduced to ashes and smoke.

Before the passage was found, news came back especially frequently.

Now that the passage was confirmed, there had been no latest news for many years.

Even the Tianjian Sect, worried about Fu Zening, had sent several Great Powers to search for him.

Alas, they found nothing in the end; the located passage site was desolate with no human habitation, and even digging three feet deep was useless.

"Will Ning'er succeed?"

To formally open the passage between the two realms, reconnecting the Xuanwei Realm and the Xuantian Continent.

Easy to say, hard to do; even though Fu Zening held the Protagonist Script, he was ultimately too young. How many Spirit Transformation Venerables were there in the Cultivation World? Even Fu Zening's master was a true Great Ascension Old Ancestor.

How could Fu Zening dare to undertake such an extremely dangerous matter alone?

Could it be that he was truly favored by the Heavenly Dao, the destined one bearing the fortune of the entire Xuantian Continent?

Shen Yao had even tentatively asked the System about this, but unfortunately the System seemed to have been warned, hemming and hawing for a long while without saying anything.

System: "... How do you know I was warned? That was just normal communication with this world's World Consciousness."

The System also felt wronged; under pressure, it could only temporarily hide behind Shen Yao and secretly enjoy the pleasure of being carried to victory by a Big Shot.

How interesting, Host is truly great, actually giving birth to a savior.

If nothing unexpected happens, when this world ends, both Host and it will make a huge fortune.

However, this good news, Host can only learn after this world ends.

No one could answer Shen Yao's words, including the old ancestors of the Tianjian Sect; after calculating and divining, they could only look toward the distant sky.

Time passed in such calm and gentle clouds and wind, and Shen Yao's lifespan began to enter a countdown.

"Mother, why not come with me to Zhongzhou?"

Jin Xiu Nan acted like a young daughter, hugging Shen Yao and not letting go.

Shen Yao smiled faintly, reached out and touched Jin Xiu's black hair styled up: "No need; for the remaining few years, staying in the Tianjian Sect is very good."

She no longer had the energy of her early years; now she just wanted to spend her remaining days in this Small Courtyard.

"Mother."

Jin Xiu's expression was somewhat sad; these years, she not only refined pills herself but also used the forces of the Baili Imperial Court and Piaomiao Sect to seek various pills and treasures that could increase a cultivator's lifespan.

Unfortunately, taking these things had certain restrictions; Shen Yao did not refuse her children's kindness, but how long could a Foundation Establishment cultivator live?

Her lifespan had now reached four hundred; compared to others of the same stage, she should be content.

"Jinxiu, go back."

Fu Hengyan spoke, and at the same time snatched Shen Yao out of Jinxiu's arms.

Comparing the possessiveness of the several children, Fu Hengyan's was obviously much more severe.

Shen Yao was also helpless; after so many years as an old married couple, Fu Hengyan surprisingly still hadn't tired of it.

It really was, a bit happy~

The corner of her mouth revealed a faint smile; Shen Yao raised her head to glance at Fu Hengyan behind her, and between the two of them affection flowed, tender and warm.

Jinxiu:...

Jinxiu could only return without success, but these were all within expectations; Mother's lifespan did not match Father's.

Boarding the spirit boat heading for Zhongzhou, Jinxiu recalled her childhood.

From the time she had memory, Father and Mother were different from other Dao Companion cultivators; they seemed to have always been together, no matter when, Mother's side would always have Father's figure.

When young she did not understand; waiting until she married and bore children, Jinxiu seemed to understand a little.

But she and Mother were ultimately still different; her mutual understanding and companionship with Baili Xuan Yin was more like partners with the same road, rather than the kind of husband and wife Father and Mother were.

However, this kind of relationship suited her very well, and she also enjoyed it very much.

"Empress, ahead is Luoxing Commandery; would you like to stop and rest?"

A palace-attired maid stepped forward to ask, her words and bearing extremely respectful toward Jinxiu.

With a cold/indifferent glance, Jinxiu gave an "Mm" and nodded, "No need, just proceed directly."

Qian Kingdom still had matters waiting for her to return and handle; delaying more time on the road would only affect herself.

The palace-attired maid acknowledged, "Yes."

"Qingli, regarding your marriage, do you need this Palace to directly refuse for you?"

The palace-attired maid heard this, and directly knelt on the ground, "This servant thanks Your Highness."

Jinxiu's voice drifted from above her head, "Get up; it's just a matter of one sentence.

If you don't like it, just say so directly; you've already entered the palace and become a Female Official, the Qing family can no longer control you."

Jinxiu looked at the continuous undulating mountain ranges in the distance, her gaze firm.

Yes, only the road that suits oneself is the Dao one pursues.

"Mother, Ning'er sent a Transmission Talisman; in a few more days everything will fall into place naturally."

Linlang ran into the Small Courtyard, a face full of happiness, walking excitedly to the rocking chair where Shen Yao lay horizontally resting.

"Already a Nascent Soul True Monarch, how can you still have such a childish temperament?"

Shen Yao opened her eyes, the Wind-Breaking Fan clenched in her hand swaying gently, blowing the broken hairs at her two temples to flutter up.

"Mother doesn't like daughter being like this?"

Linlang tilted her head; where was there even a bit of a Nascent Soul True Monarch's solemn stability?

"Not at all; Mother is happy for you," Shen Yao used the fan surface to virtually point at Linlang, "A person lives one lifetime, one should be unrestrained and free."

She really didn't hope her own children would bear too heavy a responsibility.

Born as a human, the first thing to do is to live for oneself.

Linlang's smile grew even more brilliant; she turned her head and lay beside Shen Yao, "Mother, I'm also very happy," in her heart countless times fortunate to be able to become your daughter.

The latter words were not spoken aloud, but the mother and daughter both understood.

Gazing at each other, their curved eyebrows and eyes were exactly alike.

"Time to go back and rest; your side, not busy?"

Fu Hengyan appeared, once again sternly chasing Linlang away.

Linlang:...

Linlang couldn't help but puff out her cheeks, thinking in her heart that Father was always like this, occupying Mother's gaze from every aspect.

Looking at Mother's gentle eyebrows and eyes, Linlang didn't say anything, just turned and left.

Shen Yao saw this, helplessly glared at Fu Hengyan, "On purpose?"

Fu Hengyan with a straight face, "Not at all; just reminding her that as a Nascent Soul True Monarch, she must shoulder due responsibility."

Shen Yao:... really believed your nonsense

"The children don't have much time coming over; you always block them like this, they'll notice something's wrong."

Shen Yao rubbed her somewhat weary brow peaks; she understood Fu Hengyan's worry, but her body was aging at a normal speed, and Fu Hengyan's methods had not the slightest use for her.

"Don't be busy anymore; just accompany me, and it's enough."

Shen Yao pulled Fu Hengyan's sleeve, tugging him to sit down to one side and rest.

Fu Hengyan sighed, "But I'm not satisfied," not satisfied that the two of them would soon be separated.

The voice from above her head sounded somewhat muffled; Shen Yao knew this had to do with the person speaking.

"We've accompanied each other for several hundred years; compared to other couples in the world, it's already very good."

This is enough; people cannot be insatiably greedy, that way only loses more.

Fu Hengyan didn't speak, just stretched out his hand to embrace Shen Yao in silence.

What can be said? Facing the final parting with Shen Yao, Fu Hengyan couldn't say it.

After a few more days, Shen Yao's spirits were good, just planning to go to the fields to plant a few Fragrant Snow Grasses to make rouge.

Unexpectedly, a sudden boom rang out from the horizon outside, shaking the entire Lingyun Peak.

No, it shouldn't just refer to Lingyun Peak; including Tianjian Sect and even its ten subordinate commanderies, all felt the tremor.

Shen Yao couldn't describe that feeling; when she ran out of the courtyard and looked toward the sky, she was completely shocked by the scene appearing in the heavens.

What kind of situation was that.

Majestic mountain ranges radiating golden light, giant trees capable of piercing the heavens, blue oceans sweeping across the entire sky, crimson fireballs raining down, endless desert kingdoms, lightning and thunder unfurling like silver game dragons, and massive hurricanes sweeping in...

The scenes in the sky changed again and again, and the crowd below seemed stunned.

Shen Yao couldn't help but open her mouth wide, thinking to herself that the "Water Reaches the Channel" Linlang mentioned turned out to be something like this? What on earth had Ning'er done?

"He has truly activated the connection between the Xuanwei Realm and the Xuantian Continent."

"Each scene above corresponds to the various spiritual roots that once appeared in Xuanwei Heaven."

After all, the Xuantian Continent is an affiliated world of the Xuanwei Realm; it's just that some problems arose later, causing the Xuantian Continent to break away from the Xuanwei Realm.

Now that both sides are formally connected, it means the Xuantian Continent is no longer independent from the outside, and its cultivators can advance further and pursue more.

Such a special and grand celestial performance shook the entire Xuantian Continent.

News of the opening of the passage between the Xuanwei Realm and the Xuantian Continent swept along with it.

Shen Yao saw Fu Zening again; his cultivation had already reached Mahayana, and his appearance directly shattered Shen Yao's worldview.

Shen Yao: Huh? A true Heaven's Favorite Child script?

System: Correct, and he even comes with a built-in Golden Finger, with Heaven helping him open back doors left and right.

Fu Zening's return temporarily ended the life that Shen Yao had been constantly losing.

Looking at herself, who could now live for several more decades, Shen Yao felt somewhat conflicted.

How to put it? She had actually already prepared herself to die.

As a result, someone finally told her it wasn't needed for now, and she could continue living.

Shen Yao: It's not that I need to overdo anything, but being able to stay a bit longer, hmm, it's just right to take this opportunity to go to the Xuanwei Realm.

Shen Yao spent the following time not at the Tianjian Sect, but went to the Xuanwei Realm with Fu Hengyan.

The passage between the two realms had just been opened, and there was still some instability inside.

Shen Yao and Fu Hengyan rode the Breaking Realm Boat through smoothly, and it was also thanks to Fu Zening's help.

For Fu Zening, whose cultivation had already reached Mahayana, this passage between the two realms was closely connected to him.

He lives, the passage exists; he dies, the passage is none.

Stars densely covered the sky and fell upon the azure dome; Shen Yao leaned on Fu Hengyan's shoulder, and the two sat by a not-too-high cliff, admiring the scenery before them.

Having come to the Xuanwei Realm for several decades, they had not even explored one-thousandth of this realm.

The Xuanwei Realm was too vast; the Pangran Giant of a Xuantian Continent placed before the Xuanwei Realm was merely a symbol of weakness and cuteness.

Moreover, above the Xuanwei Realm, there were countless great realms, just like the stars hanging high above the Xuanwei Realm, constantly radiating light and attracting the footsteps of cultivators.

Shen Yao was too tired; unable to walk, she and Fu Hengyan eventually chose a village with a very pleasant name to live in.

At present, they worked at sunrise and rested at sunset in the village.

During the day, they were leisurely, touring mountains and waters, watching clouds roll and clouds unfold.

At night, with nothing to do, they climbed high to gaze into the distance, looking at the scroll painting of myriad stars.

Shen Yao spoke, "Cheng Qi, there is no difference between the sky of the Xuanwei Realm and that of the Xuantian Continent."

Fu Hengyan drooped his eyes, "Do you want to go back?"

Shen Yao gently shook her head, "I like this place, and I also hope that in the future, you will be safe and happy."

Fu Hengyan felt a swelling pain in his chest, but still did not forget to respond, "With you here, we will continue to live here."

Shen Yao smiled, her eyes gradually losing their luster, "Yes, everything about life here is good, the best part is its name" Longing.

While alive, one should return; while dead, one should long for each other.