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As such.

He Song moved forward, constantly wandering in the Immortal Pavilion, though his mind was in turmoil.

He didnt know how long hed walked.

Suddenly, a fragrant scent brushed against his nose.

Song? A crisp female voice suddenly sounded from beside He Song, carrying a hint of surprise-

Upon hearing it, He Song followed the voice.

He saw a delicate-looking young girl standing beside him, her eyes looking tentatively at him.

When He Song turned his head, the girls eyes brightened once she saw his face clearly, and a flicker of joy crossed her face.

So, it really is Song. I was worried I had mistaken you for someone else. Do you still remember me?

The crisp feminine voice that echoed in his ear gave He Song a sense of familiarity.

Before he could think further, the figure of a little girl suddenly appeared in his mind.

This voice

Su Yan? (From Chapter 25)

How did the little girl, who used to pester him for a sugar-coated hawthorn, suddenly become such a delicate young woman with radiant, smart eyes?

Moreover, looking at her cultivation level, it seems she has successfully drawn Qi into her body, reaching the first-tier of Qi Refining.

He Song instantly remembered Su Yans identity.

Twelve years ago, when He Song had just broken through to the third-tier of Qi Refining, his neighbors were not only his good friend Lin Cong but also another family.

This family consisted of an old man and a child.

The old man was named Su Jin, whose cultivation level had already achieved sixth-tier of Qi Refining.

The little girl was named Su Yan, who had not yet begun her Cultivation.

According to Su Jins words at that time, Su Yan was his own granddaughter from the mortal world.

Because she was born with a Spirit Root, he brought her from the mortal world and taught her himself.

If He Songs memory served him right, these two had only been his neighbors for more than two years.

Su Yan indeed used to pester He Song quite frequently.

But Su Jin, due to his cultivation level, didnt interact much with He Song at that time.

Later on, the Bamboo Mountain Immortal Pavilion suffered an attack from Evil Cultivators, and many cultivators died as a result.

Twelve years passed in the blink of an eye.

He Song believed that the old man and the little girl had died in the catastrophe years ago, but to his surprise, he ran into an old acquaintance in the Immortal Pavilion today, twelve years later.

Of course I remember you. I just didnt expect that twelve years would flash by in a blink, and little Yan would have grown up so much.

Looking at the delicate girl in front of him, He Song was suddenly struck with a feeling of time having passed him by.

When a familiar face grows up suddenly.

When those of a similar age to him grow old suddenly.

When the world changes while only he remains unchanged.

He Song didnt know how to feel about his emotions at this moment.

All he felt was a sense of displacement, as if he had been transported to another world.

Twelve years had passed, and the little girl who used to pester him for a sugar-coated hawthorn was now all grown up.

And he hadnt changed at all.

This disparity made his heart tighten, and he broke out in a cold sweat.

He was an everlasting being.

In the eyes of others, he was a complete anomaly.

If his identity as an everlasting being were to be discovered, his fate would undoubtedly be horrific.

In light of this.

He absolutely cant stand out too much.

Otherwise, if hes constantly under observation, every action he makes will be magnified by others.

If his secret is discovered.

Given the abilities of the Cultivation Worlds elites.

Extraction of ones soul, refined into spirit, cut into thousands of pieces, having the skin peeled and the sinews pulled out these would be childs play.

When his soul is imprisoned and he is forced to endure eternal suffering, then he would truly want to live but cannot, and want to die but cannot.

He didnt want his life to be controlled by others.

At the same time, he couldnt tell anyone this secret.

This was the Cultivation World, where the Soul Searching Skill existed.

If by any chance

Just thinking about the consequences made He Song break out in a cold sweat.

What on earth had he been thinking before!

This path cannot be taken.

Naturally.

Mediocrity, unnoticed and stable development, just quietly cultivating immortality.

That is what He Song should be doing at this moment.

Only by appearing unremarkable, can he avoid attracting attention.

Only by avoiding attention, can he better conceal himself.

Only by concealing himself, can he prevent his secrets from being discovered.

Only by keeping his secrets undiscovered, can he manage to live a better life.

Only by living a better life, can he gradually become stronger, eventually ensuring that nobody dares to covet his secrets.

So what was he thinking before?

With the talent for array tao, to join the Thick Earth Sect as an inner disciple?

There are very few people with array tao talent, and fewer still who would choose array tao from the Hundred Skills of Cultivation Truth.

Such a person, just one, would be sufficient for the Thick Earth Sect to take as an inner disciple.

Naturally, such an existence has nothing to do with being average.

If he joined the Thick Earth Sect in such a manner, he feared he would end up under the spotlight.

By then, just stepping out of the door would probably invite the gaze of spectators.

Every move he made would be under scrutiny.

This is not the life He Song wants, nor is it the life he could lead.

Living under the spotlight, his disguise will inevitably be revealed one day.

Thus.

Upon suddenly grasping this point, He Song immediately dismissed the idea of going to the Thick Earth Sect to become an inner disciple.

Too risky!

In the off chance that someone discovered his secret, he feared not only death but something even more terrifying having his soul extracted to endure eternal torment.

In order to avoid such suffering, He Song secretly made up his mind.

Even if he had to join the Thick Earth Sect in the future, he would never join as a genius.

Otherwise, He Song would rather be a loose cultivator than risk imprisonment by joining a sect.bender

How could a naturally cautious person like him take such a risk?

With this in mind.

He Song finally breathed a sigh of relief.

His gaze softened slightly when he looked at Su Yan in front of him.

If Su Yan hadnt appeared.

He might still be caught in a dilemma.

But Su Yans appearance solved one of his biggest problems at the moment.

Naturally, He Song found Su Yan, whom he hadnt seen for a long time, more pleasing to the eye.

Of course, its been twelve years. I was only eight years old then, but now Im twenty. Im not a little girl anymore; Im an adult now.

Su Yans eyes curved like crescent moons, even boasting a hint of pride on her face.

It was as if growing from a little girl to a young woman in twelve years was something to be proud of.

By the way, Song, did you still live in the Second District these twelve years? Twelve years ago, my grandfather suddenly took me to the First District, and since then I havent seen you again.

Overjoyed at their reunion, Su Yan kept asking He Song questions.

However, upon hearing Su Yans words, a look of understanding crossed He Songs eyes.

It turns out that the old man and the little girl didnt die twelve years ago.

And they even moved from the Second District to the First District.

The houses in Bamboo Mountain Immortal Pavilion are divided into four districts based on the letters A, B, C, and D.

Each of these areas is distinguished by street names and house numbers.

For instance, He Song resided in No. 13 House, Cloud Piercing Street, the Second District in the outer periphery of the Immortal Pavilion.

The four districts are located on the four sides of the Immortal Pavilion, and the spirit Qi in each district is almost the same, so there is no case where the First District is more distinguished than the Second District.

As for why the old man and the little girl moved, He Song did not ask.

But.

Instead of letting Su Yan chat with him on the street, He Song thought that it was more comfortable to go into a teahouse, sit down, and chat over tea. Therefore, He Song quickly led Su Yan into the closest teahouse.

On the second floor of the teahouse.

After casually ordering a pot of good tea, He Song led Su Yan to a seat near the window, starting to chat while accompanied by the aroma of the tea, asking about each others current conditions..