Longevity: Starting as a Sect Servant-Chapter 321 - 230: Deceased Wife in the Mortal World (Long - ) (Part 3)

Chapter 321: Chapter 230: Deceased Wife in the Mortal World (Long Chapter) (Part 3)

Zhan Qingxuan spoke.

This is the order from the Dao Sect of the Spirit Realm.

As she had anticipated, the Dao Sect used the matter of the Demon Emperor’s tomb to silence some other great powers, successfully including the Emperor Origin Realm as part of the new land, and preparing to relocate the entire realm.

As for the excellent seeds of this realm, such as Tan Qingxue, they naturally wouldn’t miss the opportunity and would be absorbed into the Dao Sect.

As for Li An, who had connections with the two princesses of the Demon Sect, he would also be utilized to the fullest.

After all, Li An was already a cripple, posing no danger.

In fact, although she had skimmed over Li An’s memories through Soul Searching, this method was merely a quick browse, a cursory glance; to acquire specific cultivation techniques and the like, she would have to refine Li An’s soul.

But the method of refining souls is regarded as an evil skill of the unorthodox path. The Dao Sect people emphasize nurturing the soul, seeking a Nascent Soul of pure Primordial Spirit, so she was naturally unwilling to taint her Primordial Spirit with Li An’s soul.

Especially considering that Li An was already tainted, having once practiced the Demon Skill, contaminating her soul just to gain access to his cultivation techniques would be at too high a cost. It’s a deal that even other cultivators wouldn’t make, let alone a member of the Dao Sect.

Anyway, since Li An was in her hands, he dared not refuse to write it down, and once he did, the Dao Sect experts could naturally discern truth from falsehood.

"Li An obeys."

Li An thought for a moment and then agreed. He paused before continuing, "When will we depart?"

"Wait a while longer, maybe in a month or so."

"May I ask the senior to grant one request?" Li An asked thoughtfully.

"Speak."

"I was once married to Gu Hong. She is doomed this time, and I wish to accompany her on her final journey to fulfill her last wish... Please help fulfill this."

When Li An spoke, it wasn’t part of some plan to protect himself but simply an earnest wish from the heart.

Gu Hong... couldn’t be saved.

She was without Life Essence, like a rootless duckweed floating in water. No matter how much life energy Li An gave her, it could only delay, not reverse, her decline.

But her last words...

Brought ripples to Li An’s otherwise indifferent heart.

"Alright."

Zhan Qingxuan did not refuse. Gu Hong had no more value anyway, so she said, "She is in Mingjing Hall; you may go."

Li An respectfully bowed to Zhan Qingxuan and then turned to leave.

Mingjing Hall.

Li An entered, knocked on the door, and a familiar voice called out, "Come in."

He pushed open the door to see a woman dressing at her vanity.

Gu Hong.

She turned her head, a smile in her beautiful eyes, and said, "Husband, you’ve finally come. Do I look beautiful today?"

Her appearance, at some point, had recovered...

Her lips were painted with rouge, bright as flowers, stunningly beautiful, just as she had been the night she and Li An celebrated their wedding in Celestial Yang City.

Li An’s eyes inexplicably trembled lightly, and he smiled, "Beautiful, incredibly beautiful."

He stepped forward to help Gu Hong with her hair and said, "Let’s go out of the palace."

"Okay."

Li An then took her hand, and the two of them walked through the deep palace walls. No one stopped them, not the grandeur of the imperial palace, nor could it stop their hearts.

Leaving the Imperial Palace, Li An hired a carriage, and they rode away.

He had no cultivation left, and Gu Hong was severely injured, nearing death, so they were much like ordinary people now, traveling in an ordinary fashion.

...

On the seventh day, in some distant unknown place, Li An finally halted the carriage.

For seven days, he had personally driven the carriage, not caring about the direction or destination, traveling far until now when he glimpsed what seemed to be a small, secluded mountain village amidst the distant forests, where he finally reined in the carriage.

"Hong’Er, how do you find the scenery here?"

Li An asked.

In the carriage, Gu Hong lifted the curtain to reveal shady green trees and an orderly village, and she couldn’t help but smile, saying, "If my husband likes it, then this is where we should stay."

Li An dismounted, helping her down, and the two walked hand in hand toward the village.

Li An did not use Divine Sense to scout because he knew that although Zhan Qingxuan did not interfere when he left the palace, she wouldn’t let him roam freely and would likely be monitoring him. Using Divine Sense would be like revealing himself.

This seemed to be a simple mortal village, without any aura of cultivators.

The village was surrounded by a run-down wall and at the entrance grew a plum tree. As they walked in, an old man sat under the tree in a rattan chair, basking in the sun in utter leisure, while nearby, a farmer guided a large black ox and an old yellow ox to plow the fields, many villagers working there...

Simple and natural.

"Who might you two be?" the old farmer at the village entrance asked in confusion.

"Old man, I’m traveling with my wife. Her health has been poor lately, and she can no longer move much. She is fond of the scenery here and wishes to stay for a while, or perhaps purchase a house in the village. Is that possible?"

Li An courteously asked.

"Is that so... then it’s no problem. I have a spare house. If you don’t mind, you’re welcome to stay."

The old man warmly invited them and led them to his home, a simple stone house with a yard under a canopied trellis laden with fruits.

Gu Hong quite liked it, and so they stayed there.

Li An learned that the old man’s surname was Zhao, and everyone called him Second Grandpa Zhao. He was very hospitable, and the villagers were also kind and simple-hearted. Hearing that guests had come to Old Zhao’s place, they brought plenty of fruits and meat. Within a few days, Gu Hong had come to love village life.