355: Learn to celebrate every single day!

She forcibly took him from that Mortal World into the grotesque yet cruel and cold Cultivation World.

She gave him the hope of immortality, but also gave him decades of...

...the cold shoulders and ridicule suffered due to his inferior talent.

"Delong..."

Leng Yuekui's cold voice suddenly rang out, interrupting Yao Delong's vivid storytelling.

Both Yao Delong and Lin Qingxue looked at her in surprise.

Leng Yuekui's gaze fell on Yao Delong's face; in those cold eyes...

...a rare trace of complex and difficult-to-understand emotion flickered—there was reminiscence...

...scrutiny, and even a hint of... imperceptible guilt.

"Have you ever... hated Revered Master?"

Her voice was very light, yet like a stone thrown into a calm lake, it stirred up a thousand waves in Yao Delong's heart.

"If Revered Master hadn't forcibly brought you from the Mortal World to the Sect back then..."

"...you might... not have had to endure these decades of cold looks and contempt."

"With your ability to compose stories and your eloquence, in the Mortal World..."

"...you might have lived a free and easy life, well-fed and well-clothed, married and had children, living a stable life."

The courtyard instantly fell silent, with only the rustling sound of the wind blowing through the bamboo leaves.

Yao Delong was stunned.

Hate?

This word, like a key, instantly opened the long-sealed gates of his memory.

Transmigrating here, becoming that Trash youth with a Spiritual Power Affinity of only 2 points.

The passion and expectation when first entering the Immortal Gate were ruthlessly extinguished by reality.

For decades, he struggled under the labels of "waste" and "hopeless path to immortality."

The ridicule of his fellow Disciples, the stagnation of his cultivation... that bone-deep sense of helplessness and humiliation was like a maggot in the bone.

He had countless times, in the dead of night, looked at the cold moonlight outside the window and asked himself:

If he hadn't been brought here by Revered Master, if he were in that small town, relying on the knowledge from his previous life...

...writing stories, doing a bit of small business, marrying a gentle girl, and having a few children...

...living out his life peacefully... would there not have been so much pain?

Especially when his Lifespan was nearly exhausted, his hair turning white, and he was on the verge of death...

...that fear of death and the unwillingness of wasting a lifetime almost consumed him.

If Revered Master hadn't lost her virginity to him to fulfill his final "wish"...

...and unexpectedly activated the System... he would probably have turned into a handful of yellow soil by now, his name forgotten.

All the past events flashed through his mind like a revolving lantern.

There was gratitude toward Revered Master—gratitude for taking him away from the Mortal World to see this magnificent and vast world of the immortal path;

Gratitude that she never gave up on him despite knowing his talent was inferior, still providing resources without stint;

Gratitude for giving him a new life at that moment of despair.

Of course, there was also a hint of... as Leng Yuekui said...

...that bit of resentment hidden in the deepest part of his heart, which he himself had never carefully distinguished—

Resentment toward the cruelty of this immortal path, resentment that fate had played such a big joke.

But at this moment, looking at the Revered Master before him, who was as cold as the moon, with a trace of imperceptible anxiety and concern between her brows...

...feeling the surging Mid Nascent Soul Stage cultivation within him, and the Profound Truths of several techniques he now mastered... the insignificant resentment in Yao Delong's heart melted away like ice and snow.

He took a deep breath, and a relieved, broad-minded, and even somewhat free-spirited smile appeared on his face.

This smile was both for himself and for the Revered Master before him, who was both a teacher and a friend.

"Revered Master," Yao Delong's voice was calm and gentle, with a clarity that came from experiencing many vicissitudes,

"Never cry over spilled Spiritual Fluid."

He paused, looking at Leng Yuekui with clear eyes, as if also looking at his past self.

"What's past is past. Do not trap yourself in the same spot,

chewing over those bitter memories again and again. That will only make you miss the scenery before you."

"You must learn to forgive yourself for occasionally making mistakes, and forgive the past that cannot be changed."

"Even more, you must learn to celebrate every day of the present."

His voice carried a powerful infectiousness,

"Celebrate that we can still breathe, still Cultivate, still see the sunset of Luoxia Peak,

and still... sit here, listening to me tell those stories that might not be very exciting."

He pointed to the Spiritual Tea and snacks on the stone table, then to Lin Qingxue beside him, who was listening intently,

and was now a bit at a loss because of this heavy topic,

and finally met Leng Yuekui's gaze with a steady look.

"Living in the moment and cherishing what is before you. This is what's most important."

These words, like a flowing spring, washed away the heavy atmosphere in the courtyard.

Leng Yuekui stared blankly at Yao Delong; in her cold eyes,

for the first time, shock, relief, and an indescribable emotion were clearly reflected.

She didn't expect that her Disciple, after experiencing so many ups and downs,

could actually live so clearly and open-mindedly!

This Heart-Nature, this Comprehension Ability, was far more precious than his cultivation talent!

After a long time, the corner of Leng Yuekui's mouth slowly curled into an extremely faint, yet incredibly real smile filled with warmth.

She nodded slightly, her voice returning to its usual coldness, but with an added trace of imperceptible softness:

"Delong, you are... very good."

She stood up, her moon-white long dress fluttering gently in the evening breeze.

"You are about to leave the Sect to undergo the assessment for the final True Inheritance Mission."

She looked at Yao Delong, her tone solemn,

"Before you set off, come to the Main Hall to find me. Revered Master... has some things to give to you."

"Yes! This Disciple obeys Revered Master's command!" Yao Delong bowed respectfully.

Leng Yuekui nodded slightly, her gaze lingering on Lin Qingxue for a moment, then her figure flickered,

quietly dissipating in the courtyard like moonlight, leaving only a faint, cold, and elegant fragrance.

Only Yao Delong and Lin Qingxue were left in the courtyard.

The afterglow of the sunset completely sank into the mountains, night quietly fell, and a bright moon climbed the branches, casting its clear light.

Lin Qingxue looked at Yao Delong, her large eyes blinking,

suddenly burst into laughter, breaking the previous silence.

She leaned closer to Yao Delong, a mischievous smile on her pretty face, and lowered her voice:

"Senior Brother~ those words you said just now were really good; they even moved Revered Master! But..."

She drawled, looking at Yao Delong playfully:

"You specifically came to find me, surely not just to tell stories to Revered Master and me and conveniently comfort her old self?

Is there... something else?"

Yao Delong's thoughts were seen through by Lin Qingxue, but he didn't feel embarrassed at all. Instead, he chuckled,

sweeping away the sentimental atmosphere from before, and leaned close to Lin Qingxue's ear,

his hot breath blowing on her sensitive earlobe:

"Junior Sister is indeed intelligent! Isn't Senior Brother about to go on that dangerous True Inheritance Mission?"

"The future is uncertain and full of danger... Don't you feel bad for Senior Brother? Why don't you... help Senior Brother improve his cultivation?"

"So that Senior Brother can have a few more survival assets?"