Chapter 2084: The Price of Longevity

Si Yunshuang gave no further explanation.

However, one can roughly guess that since she and Han Zichen only had a brief encounter, they certainly didn't play together for long.

Being able to recognize Xiao Feng most likely came from watching the livestream of the ancient world or the 3v3 competition, and thus knowing him.

But… for a person living in an ancient-world background who is also a Golden Immortal realm fairy, saying "I met you by watching a livestream" seems too strange!

It's better she doesn't say it, otherwise it would ruin her image!

There was a swing chair in the courtyard; Xiao Feng set Han Zichen down, then walked to the stone table and sat, took out the newly bought tea set, swept away the piled leaves on the table, and boiled water in midair to brew hot tea.

Si Yunshuang was also unceremonious, walking over and sitting opposite.

"Dao friend, are you responsible for protecting He Yuruo?" Xiao Feng asked her.

Si Yunshuang slightly shook her head: "It's not that I'm responsible; seeing her talisman aptitude is good, I plan to take her as my disciple. The timing isn't right yet, so for now I'm just watching."

"No wonder…"

Xiao Feng then understood.

I originally thought the higher-ups of the Nine Provinces valued He Yuruo more and not Han Zichen, making their protectors' strength worlds apart.

It turns out He Yuruo had already been chosen by someone, and she just happened to be a resident of Yu Emperor City, which is why a Golden Immortal realm powerhouse personally protects her.

"Has any powerful figure taken a liking to Zichen?" Xiao Feng asked.

Si Yunshuang gave a slight nod.

"Which exalted master is it?" Xiao Feng inquired curiously.

She calmly replied: "Senior Mysterious Woman."

Mysterious Woman!

Nine Heavens Mysterious Woman!

One of the invincible powerhouses of the Eternal Tier!

Xiao Feng showed great delight.

Han Zichen has a great opportunity!

Although the time hasn't come yet, in the future, upon becoming a disciple of the Mysterious Woman, her strength will surely advance by leaps and bounds,

become an expert! Even if she ascends to immortality, the chances are very great!

One of the most famous ancient-era powerhouses of the Nine Provinces is absolutely confident in guiding Han Zichen, whose innate talent is already quite good, to become talented!

"It must not be disclosed for now." Si Yunshuang added.

Xiao Feng nodded: "I understand."

This is the arrangement of the upper-echelon powerhouses of the Nine Provinces world; everything will wait until the Myriad Races Hegemony War ends before implementation.

If it were leaked now, the top players in the region would likely become overjoyed, get carried away, abandon the game, grow lax in their campaigns, and ultimately bring about a bad outcome.

A dozen or so years may seem long to players, but to immortals it's merely a flick of the finger.

Si Yunshuang told him it was because he too had become an immortal, giving him face; otherwise she wouldn't have spoken so lightly.

Xiao Feng looked back at Han Zichen, still battling in the game on the swing chair, feeling a bit envious of her opportunity and also happy for her.

"The Nine Provinces world is truly great… alas, ours… is far behind."

Xiao Feng sighed.

Blue Star No. 8 doesn't have that many strong individuals who can come out to accept disciples and spread the Dao; the strongest is himself, so if he were to reward those who perform exceptionally in the game, he would most likely be the one to carry it out.

Si Yunshuang calmly replied: "Only after more than ten years will the outcome be known; if one's talent is high enough, it won't be wasted."

"Is that so? Then I'll look forward to it." Xiao Feng's eyes brightened as he sensed her meaning.

Perhaps spreading the Dao and taking disciples isn't necessarily confined to the homeland.

The powerhouses might very well cross the starry sky to take on disciples!

Of course, the prerequisite is that the potential must be great enough; otherwise the powerhouses would certainly not bother to run that far.

"Dao friend, you are a descendant of the Yu Emperor—how many generations removed?"

Xiao Feng asked Si Yunshuang.

Leaving aside the Feng Feng Shi clan, this is the closest he has ever been to ancient mythology, and his curiosity is about to overflow.

Si Yunshuang replied: "I don't know; it's been several million years, and since my birth I've also lived several million years, many things have become blurred."

The memories of powerhouses also fade gradually with the passage of time; for things not especially important, if not deliberately recalled, they will slowly be sealed away.

"Another several-million-year-old senior… does this world's time really pass that quickly?" Xiao Feng couldn't help but marvel, looking at the tea leaves newly produced this month in the cup, his mood somewhat complex.

Si Yunshuang's mouth twitched slightly: "It's not quite that extreme; a million years is still very long."

"Oh? Could you describe the feeling?" Xiao Feng asked her.

Si Yunshuang said: "Although powerhouses have long lifespans, if they haven't reached the Eternal Realm, they are still drifting sand, stones, shrimp, and crabs in the river of time. Our day is no different from a mortal's; it doesn't pass faster. Only after living long do we sometimes grow weary, become dull, and in a blink several years have gone by."

Weariness?

Dullness?

Is this the state that powerhouses ought to have?

Or rather… is this the price of longevity?

"Not every immortal can live a million years; perhaps their Dao heart is unstable, and they truly can't endure, so they dissolve their Dao body and start over. Or perhaps they cannot withstand the tribulation of time, their vitality wanes, they grow old and weathered, and likewise return to dust." Si Yunshuang added, with many feelings.

Over these years, she has surely seen off many friends of the same realm.

"So you're saying immortals also have times of confusion?" Xiao Feng sighed.

He is still young; now each day is very fulfilling, and he temporarily cannot feel that kind of

feeling of empty years.

But later on, it's likely to be the same.

After all, playing the game for a while will reach max level, and after completing all the storylines there's nothing more to pursue.

In life, it's also impossible to remain immersed in romantic love forever; sooner or later one will become numb.

Si Yunshuang said: 'Not bad. This is the tempering that countless immortals and controllers must face. You're still young; you don't need to worry about it for now, unlike in Yu Emperor City, where immortals sit idle all over the ground like old trees, leaves falling with the wind, gradually withering, possibly entering meditation to death at any moment.'

"Yu Emperor City... is it really that desolate?"

Xiao Feng looked toward the direction of Yu Emperor City and furrowed his brows.

"Then, senior, how do you usually spend your time?" he asked again.

Before, I still called you fellow daoist, but now I unconsciously have switched to a different term of address.

Although Si Yunshuang looks like a young, beautiful Fairy Maiden, her mindset has already become ancient.

Hearing this question, she smirked: 'What else can one do? Nothing but cultivating through Enlightenment, observing Xing Kong day after day, year after year.'

"Senior, haven't you been to the Myriad Heavens World? It's quite interesting there; why not stay and play for a while?" Xiao Feng asked again.

Si Yunshuang countered: 'Even if it's fun, how long can it last? Moreover, I don't even find it fun.'

"This..."

Xiao Feng was left speechless by her question.

For someone who has lived millions of years, a decade or so of gaming time is indeed very short.

But she herself said that an immortal's day is the same length as a mortal's; can't we just relax a bit?

"The Overlord Without Dao of Di Qiu, He Yunshan, plays games every day. Actually... there might still be some fun in it, with a younger mindset, and with the junior year"

Light people playing together, then... sigh, senior, why does your face look so awful?

Xiao Feng was speaking halfway when he suddenly noticed that Si Yunshuang's expression had turned much colder, and he hurriedly asked.

Si Yunshuang clenched their fists, quite displeased, and said: "He Yunshan……just like his master, they're no good!"

"Er..."

Xiao Feng was momentarily embarrassed.

Could it be that He Yunshan and his master, the Lord of the Universe, have both once offended this descendant of Emperor Yu?

"Hiss!"

"There's a story behind this!"

Xiao Feng smelled the scent of melon.

But it seemed this person before him had no intention of holding a melon‑eating gathering for him; after speaking, this person said no more.

"I'm returning to the palace; He Yuruo, you must not touch her, otherwise I will not accept her as my disciple."

Si Yunshuang said that, then immediately rose and turned into a white light, departing.