Chapter 2081: The Immortal Really Heard (5 More)

Inside the abandoned Daoist temple there was nothing; the offering table had long rotted and broken, the wooden pillars were full of worm holes, and soon it would collapse just like the side hall.

In the middle of the main hall stood a clay statue of a Daoist figure, though it was unknown which immortal it depicted.

"How is the immortal here addressed?" Xiao Feng asked.

Han Zichen grabbed his hand and replied, "The people in town all call him Old Immortal; I don't know his specific name."

"Old Immortal?" Xiao Feng chuckled.

You don't even know what the immortal is called—won't you worship the wrong one?

Han Zichen didn't worry about that, let go of Xiao Feng, pressed her palms together, closed her eyes, and made a wish.

Her lips moved slightly as she softly spoke her wish.

"Old Immortal, Old Immortal, disciple Han Zichen makes a wish: I hope to form a good affinity with Xiao Feng. Though we are separated by vast seas of stars, our hearts can be as close as arm's length."

Xiao Feng stood nearby, hearing her voice a wish concerning him, feeling somewhat moved.

She really had listened to her parents' advice and taken the initiative…

After a moment, Han Zichen opened her eyes, looked at Xiao Feng beside her, and said, "I don't know if this time the Old Immortal can help me fulfill my wish."

Xiao Feng said, "It should work; it seems quite efficacious—I'll make a wish too."

Then, imitating Han Zichen, he pressed his palms together, closed his eyes, and murmured, "Old Immortal, Old Immortal, disciple Xiao Feng..."

Crack!

At that moment, a sound of something hard breaking rang out.

Before Xiao Feng could finish his wish, the clay statue enshrined in the temple suddenly split open.

"Ah?"

Han Zichen froze.

Xiao Feng also froze; upon opening his eyes, he saw the statue split from left to right, hollow inside, as if something were hidden within.

"What's going on?"

Xiao Feng was a bit dazed.

Han Zichen wore a bitter expression, feeling like she was about to cry.

Making a wish caused the statue to crack—what kind of thing is this?

Is her wish that hard to fulfill?

"Yes, am I just indulging in foolish fantasies..."

She pouted and lowered her head.

Xiao Feng said, half-laughing, half-crying, "I doubt it's your fault; it's probably because of me."

He extended his Divine Sense to probe the statue.

On the cracked statue, a faint peculiar power was slowly dissipating.

This power resembled the "faith power" from the game world; he had built temples before, so he understood it clearly.

"Because of you? What's wrong with you?" Han Zichen asked, puzzled.

Xiao Feng shrugged: "I myself am an immortal; making a wish before an immortal statue, the Old Immortal perhaps felt unable to bear it and shattered itself."

"Ah? Does that really happen?" Han Zichen looked distressed.

Xiao Feng also felt awful; he had only come to relax and have fun, never expecting to destroy a statue that many people venerated.

"There seems to be something inside the statue; let's see what it is."

He reached out with an invisible grasp and pulled the hidden object from within the statue.

The object inside was a roll of cloth, looking like a rag, seemingly a piece of junk the craftsman had casually stuffed in while making the clay figure.

But when they unfolded it, they discovered that the cloth bore a cultivation method!

"Is this... the immortal's heart sutra left behind?" Han Zichen exclaimed in surprise.

Xiao Feng recorded the method and quickly used his mind to deduce it.

After a moment, he told Han Zichen, "It should be an internal cultivation method of the Dao Sect, of decent quality—a legacy the Old Immortal left for those with affinity."

"Since we have encountered it today, it means you are fated with him; you can try cultivating it, or pass it on to your family."

"All right, I'll accept it," Han Zichen said without refusal.

She knew Xiao Feng had no use for it; she herself might later go to Yu Huang City to cultivate, but might not need it either. However, her family would certainly find it useful!

"Brother Xiao Feng, you are truly my fortune—just going out to play we can encounter such good fortune." Han Zichen put away the method, her eyes shining as she looked at Xiao Feng.

Seeing her expression, Xiao Feng couldn't help but ask, "What you just said to the Old Immortal—were those your true feelings?"

"Mm." Han Zichen nodded, her face showing a hint of shyness, but she did not evade or deny.

"What a sin..."

Xiao Feng sighed and walked out of the temple.

Han Zichen hurriedly followed, asking, "Brother, what do you mean... what are you thinking?"

"This isn't fair to you," Xiao Feng said.

"He is ultimately just a phantom body, and his household already has many people; if he accepted, he would always feel indebted to her."

Han Zichen replied upon hearing that, "I don't mind. On the contrary, since your phantom body is here alone, I can exclusively enjoy it—better than them."

"But between us... we haven't reached that point, have we?" Xiao Feng asked her.

She said: "Before there was none, and maybe there won't be in the future either. I am not the female sword immortal from the game; I am merely a daughter of a secular family. Though I aspire to the Great Dao, I cannot neglect my parents' kindness; their greatest wish is for me to have someone I can rely on. So... there is no better choice than you."

These words left Xiao Feng feeling somewhat uneasy.

It turned out she wasn't choosing him because she liked him, but simply because he was suitable.

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"I'm afraid that from now on we won't be able to remain friends as we used to." Xiao Feng said.

"How could it be, it will only get better." Han Zichen smiled, came up and grabbed his hand, asking: "You don't believe me? I'm not the kind of person who would cause you trouble. If you don't like it, I can also cut it off."

Seeing her confident expression, Xiao Feng hesitated a moment, then finally nodded and said: "Alright, let's try. If it doesn't work out, I hope you won't blame me."

"It won't." Han Zichen showed a satisfied expression.

The two stayed a while longer on the hilltop, looking at the scenery and chatting casually.

When not talking about marriage, getting along with Han Zichen is very comfortable, with no pressure at all.

But precisely because getting along is too relaxed, they also can't become sticky. Between them, they lack a spark.

The sun had risen to the zenith; the midsummer noon was a bit hot.

Xiao Feng was about to say, let's go home instead; we can talk in the game if we have something to say.

At that moment, suddenly a beam of light came speeding from afar, falling toward Wangyue Mountain.

"Huh, what is that? It seems to be coming toward us?" Han Zichen saw the light and immediately stood up.

Xiao Feng sensed with his mind, showing surprise: "It seems to be the old immortal enshrined in the temple."

"An old immortal? Is there really an old immortal?" Han Zichen exclaimed in surprise.

"He's not old at all..."

Xiao Feng's mouth twitched.

A few seconds later, that beam of light had already arrived nearby, landing and transforming into a young Daoist.

"I am Daoist Zhiming, greetings." The young Daoist cupped his hands.

"Fellow Daoist Zhiming, my name is Xiao Feng." Xiao Feng also returned the salute.

This Daoist's aura is about the same strength as his, both are planetary-level controllers, with early True Immortal cultivation.

However, the other's years of cultivation are obviously

much longer.

Daoist Zhiming glanced at the nearby temple, smiling: "I never expected the place where I cultivated to have become so dilapidated. Is my mental method also in your hands?"

"Hmm, I have it here." Han Zichen took it out.

Daoist Zhiming didn't take it, just glanced at her, slightly nodded and said: "Your foundation is good; practicing that is a bit of a pity, I still have something better. But since you have Fellow Daoist Xiao Feng as company, you don't really need it."

"Daoist, are you... the old immortal?" Han Zichen couldn't help but ask.

The Daoist laughed: "That statue is a substitute I used to gather faith; I thought it had been abandoned long ago, but I didn't expect that today I would suddenly feel uneasy in mind and spirit—turns out an immortal is making a wish. Fellow Daoist Xiao Feng, what is your wish? I may not be able to fulfill it, but I still want to hear it."

"You came all this way just for that?" Xiao Feng said, dumbfounded.

Daoist Zhiming nodded: "Yes, having a knot in one's heart is detrimental to cultivation; I must figure it out."

Xiao Feng smiled and asked: "Have you heard her wish?"

"I have heard it." Daoist Zhiming nodded.

Han Zichen's face turned red all at once.

Originally it was just meant to be heard by the people nearby; who would have thought there really was an old immortal listening to the wish.

Xiao Feng replied: "What I want to say is exactly what she wants."

Daoist Zhiming glanced at the two, his mouth twitched, and he said unhappily: "Are you messing with me? Is it fun? I came all this way just to watch your lovebirds?"

"We didn't ask you to come over." Xiao Feng said helplessly.

"Ah, that's right, it's my own doing. Well then, I wish you both a lifetime of harmony; farewell!" Daoist Zhiming was quite speechless, said that, and then flew away.

Xiao Feng looked at Han Zichen.

Han Zichen's face was red and flushed, she laughed: "Don't make random wishes from now on, there really is an immortal listening."

Han Zichen lowered her head, nodded slightly: "No next time; if I have a wish, I'll tell you directly, after all you're also an immortal."

"That's indeed possible. Hmm... you make a wish now, I'll try what it feels like to be an immortal." Xiao Feng said with a laugh.

"Sure."

Han Zichen raised her head, fixed her gaze on his eyes, and said: "You... stay here."

"The format's wrong, try again." Xiao Feng teased.

Han Zichen furrowed her brows, gathered her thoughts, then quickly changed her wording: "Senior Immortal Xiao Feng, disciple Han Zichen makes a wish: I hope to live under the same roof with you, never to part in old age, to talk and laugh every day, and to share each night... cough."

"Hmm..."

Xiao Feng nodded, indicating that this wish could indeed be fulfilled.

I just don't know if she'll be afraid.

After all... she's afraid of snakes.