books44 Chapter 613 The Last Gift
Chapter 613 The Last Gift
Before Gong Yuan lay a very familiar scene.
The peach blossoms covering the mountain transformed into a magnificent pink haze. Under five peach trees nestled together, Gong Yuan looked at Shen Suan Zhenren opposite him, both of them looking bewildered.
This is Suandao Peak, their home.
"how come……"
"Shen Suan Zhenren" murmured. The old man subconsciously reached for the tortoise shell in his sleeve, but found his hand empty.
The old man's expression froze.
How could he forget that the Xuan Tian Tortoise Shell had already shattered during the final divination?
Thinking of this, the old man slowly raised his hand and waved it in front of his eyes.
In an instant, the scenery in Shen Suan Zhenren's eyes was gilded with a layer of golden light. Countless golden rivers with intertwined energy flowed from the top of Suan Dao Peak and finally stopped in front of Xuan Ling Peak.
"Master..."
Gong Yuan looked at the golden river of energy above his head, his voice hoarse and trembling:
"So this glimmer of hope has always been within the Xuanhuang Sect?"
The old man, Shen Suan Zhenren, did not respond to Gong Yuan. A suspicion began to form in his mind, and his lips trembled slightly. His hands, hidden beneath his wide blue sleeves, continued to make calculations.
What year is it tonight...?
What year is this eve?
What year is it tonight?
Tonight...
Twenty-three years ago, in the early spring of the southern region of the lower realm.
The moment the answer surfaced in his mind, Shen Suanzhen's frail body trembled violently. The old man looked at Gong Yuan beside him, his slightly cloudy eyes filled with surprise.
"Twenty-three years ago, in the early spring of the southern region, the snow had just stopped."
Gong Yuan and Shen Suan Zhenren were of one mind, and Gong Yuan understood the old man's meaning the moment he spoke.
Twenty-three years ago, in the early spring, the Xuanhuang Sect was peaceful and tranquil, except for one major event.
His fifth uncle, Lingyuan Zhenren, who was always running around outside and was quite a handful, picked up a dirty little child from outside to be his first disciple.
That's Xue Lan.
The young man stared intently at the aura river that had ceased at the foot of Xuanling Peak, and then spoke softly to the True Person Shensuan:
"Master, how could it be her?"
The young man was unaware of Xue Lan's true identity. In Gong Yuan's eyes, Xue Lan was still the little girl he left the sect more than ten years ago.
She is skillful and clever, but has a somewhat eccentric temperament.
More than a decade has passed. Although Xue Lan's cultivation must have improved, how could it be her?
The young man looked at Shen Suanzhen, his tone filled with pain:
"Master, shall we go ahead and take a look?"
Before seeing the whole picture, he really didn't want to believe it.
The glimmer of hope in the Yuanming Realm could be a priceless treasure, or a blessed land...
But how can it be a person?
He is still a child who has cultivated to this level for less than fifty years.
Gong Yuan didn't believe it, but Shen Suan Zhenren knew there couldn't be any mistake.
The Wolf King, who returned from a thousand years ago, is the glimmer of hope that he and Gong Yuan have been searching for for so long.
Everything seemed to make sense.
The old man slowly flew towards the front of Xuanling Peak, letting out a carefree bitter laugh halfway through the flight.
Those who seek fate are toyed with by destiny.
The shadow cast by the lamplight made him appear more imposing, deceiving him and his disciple for over a decade.
The front of Xuanling Peak was bustling with activity, as many disciples gathered around the central platform to watch the spectacle. Passing through the dense crowd, Master Shensuan spotted the white-haired, youthful-looking Ling Yuanzi, and the furious Dao Xuanzi.
They saw the worried Zhu Yun Daojun and the impatient Kong Mingzi.
There was also a light gray hem of clothing hidden behind Ling Yuanzi.
"Yuan'er."
Shen Suan Zhenren gently called out to Gong Yuan, who had followed, his tone firm yet gentle.
“Back then, you, Daoist Zhuyun, asked me to calculate that child’s fate, and I gave her a sixteen-character fortune telling.”
"The flame of life has been extinguished; this life is full of misfortunes."
"A cunning mind is prone to giving rise to demonic thoughts."
The old man's voice was slightly hoarse:
"I was puzzled at the time, how could a little kid have such a destiny?"
How can a child with this kind of destiny grow up well?
Gong Yuan heard the sob in Shen Suan Zhenren's voice. The young man did not speak, but just like when he was a child, he gently pinched his master's wide sleeve.
“She has grown up well.” The young man began, then repeated himself carefully, as if afraid that Shen Suanzhen might not have heard him clearly:
"She has grown up well."
"Yes!"
The old man in blue sighed and then slowly walked into the bustling crowd.
This world seemed to be blocking the path of the shrewd diviner. It was as if allowing the two of them to even glance at the divination he had painstakingly calculated was already a favor, and that they shouldn't even think about anything else.
However, Shen Suanzhen's steps were incredibly firm.
The old man carried the invisible resistance forward, each step extremely difficult, as if a thousand sharp blades were falling on his body, scraping away pieces of flesh.
But the old man did not back down.
The gentle voice of Daoist Zhuyun reached my ears:
"Senior brother, you've arrived! Please take a look at this child."
Seemingly alerted by Zhu Yun Daojun's voice, the small figure that had been hiding behind Ling Yuanzi slowly peeked out, its dark, ancient well-like eyes looking in the direction of Shen Suan Zhenren.
Then she walked toward Shen Suanzhen.
Ling Yuanzi felt extremely resentful when he saw his hot-tempered young disciple, whom he had only recently taken in, run over to Master Shensuan as soon as he saw him. He immediately shouted:
"Why is Senior Brother Shen Suan always more popular than me?"
He received a unanimous eye roll from several peak masters.
The sound of Ling Yuanzi throwing a tantrum reached his ears, but Shen Suan Zhenren stared intently at the gray-clad little girl walking towards him.
Xue Lan, who had just arrived at the Xuanhuang Sect, was also beautiful. Her fair face and round, dark almond-shaped eyes made her look exceptionally endearing.
But there was no sparkle in the child's eyes.
"Don't go any further."
The little girl's voice in my mind was both childish and indifferent.
"You'll die if you go any further."
Shen Suanzhen thought to himself, "This is different from what I remember."
The Xue Lan I remember didn't come over to say these words, and I'm not at my wit's end either.
Within this space, all modifications are permitted.
The old man smiled and looked at little Xue Lan, extending his hand to the little girl and saying:
"Dead ends in this world always have to be walked by someone."
The old man led the little girl toward Dao Xuanzi and the others, and the resistance from this world along the way gradually diminished.
Shen Suan Zhenren glanced at Xiao Xue Lan and knew that it was the fluffy wolf king who was helping him.
"I just performed a fortune telling on this child." In front of all the peak masters, the old man gently touched Xue Lan's forehead.
"What you all say is false. This child has a very good destiny."
Ling Yuanzi immediately burst into laughter, clapped his hands, and asked:
"What kind of destiny?"
Shen Suan Zhenren looked into Xue Lan's dark eyes, his fingertips swirling with a wisp of energy as he wrote and recited in mid-air, his voice resounding:
"All that you do will be accomplished, and all that you think of will be given."
"The body is like a mayfly, but life is like eternal spring."
The little girl's voice in my mind carried a hint of surprise:
"you are lying."
Time seemed to stand still for a moment as Shen Suan Zhenren squatted down and looked at that innocent and indifferent little face.
"It's a lie, but also a gift."
"Wolf King... no..." The old man smiled gently, his golden energy falling entirely on the little girl from his fingertips:
"Lan Lan..."
"This is your last gift, from your senior master."
The peach blossoms of old age gather the essence of spring, while withered trees sprout new branches.