Chapter 150: If Life Were Only Like the First Meeting

Chapter 150: Chapter 150: If Life Were Only Like the First Meeting

Year 9,981,632 of the Di Yuan Era.

First month of the year 793,564 of the Central State Calendar.

The first snowfall after the New Year covered more than half of the Northern Domain. The Celestial Demon Sect’s three-thousand-mile mountain range was draped in silver, a vast and boundless world of ice and snow.

Outside the main hall of Celestial Demon Peak, in a small courtyard built of purple bamboo, a middle-aged man paced back and forth through the snow. Despite the freezing, sub-zero temperatures, beads of sweat could faintly be seen dripping from his forehead and temples.

"Senior Brother, can you calm down a bit? Your pacing is making me dizzy." After the man paced for the hundred and fifty-ninth time, a woman in cyan robes, who was also waiting in the courtyard, furrowed her brows and voiced her dissatisfaction.

The man offered her a sheepish smile and stopped his restless wandering, though the anxiety on his face did not diminish in the slightest. His eyes remained glued to the tightly shut wooden door, his expression betraying his unconcealable worry.

"It’s been so long. Why hasn’t she come out yet?"

"Oh, Master, please put your mind at ease. Madam is a cultivator in the Celestial Human Realm, after all..." Seeing the man’s worried state, a female disciple in the courtyard helplessly tried to comfort him.

Before she could finish her sentence, a sudden commotion erupted from within the room.

"WAAH!"

A sharp cry echoed across the summit of Celestial Demon Peak, heralding the arrival of a new life into the world.

"She’s born! She’s born! It’s a little junior sister!"

As the voice of the female disciple acting as the midwife rang out from inside, the entire bamboo courtyard was immediately filled with an atmosphere of pure joy. As time passed, this jubilation gradually spread throughout the entire Celestial Demon Sect. Gongyang Yan, the Sect Leader of the Celestial Demon Sect, had joyfully welcomed a daughter. He named her Rong, a single character, and the entire sect celebrated the occasion.

***

At the summit of Zuowang Peak, by the edge of the cliff.

The seven-colored light grew increasingly radiant, gradually enveloping Su Han’s entire body. Fast asleep and completely unaware, Su Han was wrapped in the warm, seven-colored glow and comfortably rolled over. His right hand accidentally brushed against the Storage Ring on his left hand, causing a Copper Vessel to fall out and clatter onto the ground. The lid popped open, revealing two clusters of weak flames flickering inside, looking as though they were about to go out.

As the seven-colored light intensified, two sparks suddenly flew out from the Yin-Yang Dual Flames and merged into the light, adding two more colors to its spectrum. Now a nine-colored radiance, the light thoroughly engulfed Su Han.

The next moment, the space around him trembled slightly. Through his intoxicated and blurry vision, Su Han saw the scenery before his eyes changing at a blistering pace. Everything around him seemed to rewind rapidly, like a movie playing backward, as if attempting to return everything to its absolute origin.

***

"Hmph! Liar! Daddy is a giant liar!"

It was the first month of the New Year once again. A few days ago, heavy snow had fallen continuously across the Northern Domain for three days, transforming the Celestial Demon Sect’s three-thousand-mile mountain range into a world of ice and snow once more. Amidst this frigid landscape, a tiny figure stumbled unsteadily through the snow at the summit of Zuowang Peak. Pouting her small lips, she kicked the snow in dissatisfaction while humming angrily, complaining about a certain giant liar who never kept his promises.

"He promised he would come back for Rong’s birthday. He promised to bring Rong a present!

"Liar! Daddy is a giant liar.

"When he gets back, Rong will ignore him for at least three days... No, two days... Hmm, at the very, very least, an hour... Ouch!"

Counting the difference between three days, two days, one day, and a single hour on her tiny fingers, the small figure—bundled up in a little five-star quality coat—lost her footing and tumbled into the thick snow. Pressing her small hands against the snow, she struggled to climb back to her feet. Looking at the human-shaped imprint she had just made, the little one thought of something, and a smile crept onto her face.

"Hmph! Daddy is a big meanie. When he gets back, I’ll punish him by making him stamp human shapes in the snow with Rong.

"Let’s see if he dares to bully Rong again after that."

Putting on a fierce expression, the little girl pouted and muttered viciously, but the joy in her eyes and brows could no longer be concealed. Glancing at her tiny silhouette imprinted on the ground, the little girl rolled her eyes playfully and took a few steps to the side.

"Ouch!"

"Accidentally" slipping, the little girl flopped into the snow once again, leaving another tiny silhouette on the white surface. From then on, a small figure could be seen continuously falling down and getting back up on the snowy summit of Zuowang Peak. Accompanied by innocent, childish laughter, more and more human-shaped imprints appeared across the snow.

"Ouch! Rong is falling to death!"

Falling to the ground yet again, she giggled as she climbed up. She made a dramatic, casual complaint and was just about to find another spot to throw herself down when she looked up, her movements suddenly coming to a halt. The smile on her face gradually froze, and her brows furrowed slightly. Staring straight ahead, the little girl cupped her face with one hand, striking a thoughtful pose.

After pondering for a moment, she nodded thoughtfully. "Grandpa, are you here to play the snow-stamping game with Rong?"

Faintly, Su Han heard a tender, childish voice ringing in his ears. Opening his heavy, alcohol-blurred eyes, he looked down and saw a tiny figure, no older than three or four, standing beneath him.

"Grandpa, why aren’t you saying anything? Aren’t you here for Rong’s birthday?" Seeing that the figure in front of her remained silent, the little girl pouted in displeasure.

Intoxicated by the alcohol, Su Han felt completely dazed and groggy, his mind a jumbled mess. Hearing the muffled voice beside his ear, he subconsciously muttered, "Rong? Please, and I’m Jing."

"Jing? Is that your name, Grandpa?"

Su Han glanced at the little person below him and curled his lip. "Yeah, and you’re Rong, right?

"Grandpa... Pfft, what Grandpa? I’m your big brother!

"Your big brother is your Jing—Guo Jing."

"So your name is Guo Jing, Grandpa. I’m Rong, um... Gongyang Rong."

"Hmm... Gongyang Rong, that name sounds a bit familiar." Muttering to himself, Su Han glanced downward and shook his head. An illusion! He didn’t know her! He had never known a little girl this young.

"Grandpa, are you here to play with Rong?"

Since the day she was born, Rong had been the darling of the entire sect, spoiled and held in the palms of all her senior brothers, senior sisters, and elders. In her little world, the concept of a "bad person" simply didn’t exist. Seeing a figure suddenly appear on her Zuowang Peak, her tiny mind worked for a moment before deciding that he was here to keep her company and make her happy for her birthday.

"Hmm..." Before Su Han could respond, the little girl reached out a chubby hand and tugged at the corner of his clothes. However, her little hand passed straight through his clothing without any tangible sensation.

"Huh... Grandpa, why can’t Rong grab you?" Tilting her head as she looked at Su Han, Rong thought for a moment before her eyes suddenly lit up. "Hah! Rong knows! It’s because of these colorful lights on your body, right?"

Prompted by the little girl’s words, Su Han instinctively reached out to touch his own body. His hand... passed straight through his body without any resistance.

"I... I can’t touch my own body?" Muttering to himself, Su Han shook his head. "I really drank too much. Even my dreams are this bizarre."