บท 89: Never Returning
Although White Floating Mountain had become ruins, it was still an immortal's relic site, so people often came to visit.
On the surface, they were looking at the ruins, but in fact, they were looking for magic treasures.
However, they didn't find anything. All they saw was a small cottage nearby, and inside the cottage was a middle-aged man in a green shirt.
Some people who had come here several times knew that a few years ago, besides this middle-aged man, there was also a teenage girl.
But now it seemed that the girl had left, leaving only this middle-aged man behind.
The visitors didn't pay attention to this middle-aged man. They just went to rummage through the ruins by themselves, hoping to find some more magic treasures.
Most of them were disciples from small sects who had heard the news and wanted to find some magic treasures and mental cultivation methods from White Floating Mountain to enhance their own strength.
However, the mountain composed of ruins was really too big. The visitors who came to look for treasures didn't have any real skills. They could only use tools to dig slowly by themselves.
This was equivalent to digging through the mountain by manpower, and they also had to worry about being robbed by others.
The middle-aged man in the cottage liked to watch the excitement. Carrying a pot of tea and a dilapidated bench, he sat beside them and watched a group of people digging through the mountain.
Some people were curious and often asked him.
"Why have you been guarding White Floating Mountain for so long?"
"I'm a newly joined disciple. I didn't expect that just after I joined, it fell into ruin. Having nowhere to go, I naturally stayed here."
Chen Xia replied with a smile, as if it had nothing to do with him.
"Then you're really pitiful." The man sighed and then suddenly changed the topic and asked, "Then how have you survived here on the mountain for so many years?"
He was certain that Chen Xia had dug out the magic treasures from the ruins and sold them.
Chen Xia sat on the摇晃chair and smiled. "I planted fields by myself. I don't need to buy anything. If I'm a bit thrifty, I can still make a living."
The man narrowed his eyes and chuckled. "You're so poor. You might as well go down the mountain and find any job. It's better than growing old and dying here."
"No way." Chen Xia shook his head and laughed. "If I leave too, when my junior sister comes back, she really won't be able to find her home."
The man laughed even harder, patting his thigh and laughing continuously.
"Oh you, you still have the old-fashioned and pedantic thoughts from years ago. Your junior sister is only in her teens or twenties. Once she goes down the mountain, she'll see all the prosperity in the mortal world. How could she still think of coming back to this desolate mountain?"
"But when people get old, they'll think of returning to their roots."
Chen Xia smiled like this and took a sip of tea. His white hair was visible on his head.
The man didn't say anything more. He thought Chen Xia was daydreaming. There was no reason for someone who had gone down the mountain to come back to the mountain.
Not to mention that this wasn't even a proper mountain anymore, just a ruin that had long been dead.
There was nothing more to talk about between the two of them, and they each went their own way. They probably wouldn't meet again in the future.
Chen Xia pinched his fingers and calculated carefully, then nodded slightly.
This was the twentieth year since he had come to the small world.
At the age of twenty-five, Xia Chan had taken root down the mountain. She hadn't learned the methods of cultivation because the cultivators from other sects all said that she had no spiritual root and wasn't suitable for cultivation.
Unwilling to believe it, Xia Chan joined the bandits in the chaotic times and made a living by looting, hoping that one day she could meet a cultivator who could see her talent.
This was her dream since childhood. She wanted to practice cultivation so that she could control her own life and freedom.
For this, she didn't hesitate to harm others.
The bandits made a living by looting. They were especially popular during the war-torn times. Whether it was official carriages or refugees, they would rob them.
And Xia Chan was highly valued because of her fierce attacks and had gained a position in the chaotic times.
This was a very tempting thing, especially for someone like Xia Chan who had been struggling to survive for over twenty years.
She began to loot towns and even ignored the threats from the authorities, completely making a name for herself in the chaotic times.
Someone once asked her, "Why did a woman like you join the bandits? This is really rare."
Xia Chan held a knife that was almost as tall as her and smiled as if telling a story.
"When I was a child, I was in a sect. I could say that I had no relatives. I was always in fear and didn't learn any Taoist techniques."
"Later, the sect closed down. I really wanted to learn, but my only senior brother didn't know any Taoist techniques either. I didn't do anything for many years."
Speaking of this, Xia Chan showed a sarcastic smile.
"At that time, I was very timid. I was always in fear. Often, other people would come to the ruins of the sect to look for treasures. I didn't even dare to stop them."
"That was my sect. They were so blatant, searching crazily on my sect's site and even throwing the bones they dug out in front of me."
The sarcastic smile on Xia Chan's face became even stronger. "I was also a useless person. I didn't dare to resist and even had to laugh along. How shameful."
"Didn't your senior brother know any Taoist techniques?" The person who asked suddenly asked again.
Xia Chan was stunned for a moment and shook her head slightly. "My senior brother was a newly joined disciple. He probably hadn't learned any Taoist techniques yet. Besides, my senior brother had given me all the treasures he had dug out."
"Treasures that can be given away aren't really treasures." The person who asked laughed again.
Xia Chan lowered her head, her expression dazed, and murmured in a low voice, "No, it shouldn't be..."
At this moment, the moonlight was getting thicker and her thoughts were blurred and uncertain.
In the twenty-fifth year.
At the age of thirty, Xia Chan returned to the mountain. At the same time, she brought over a thousand people with her and killed all the people who were searching through the ruins.
The blood and flesh were spilled on the ruins, like a bright red city wall.
Xia Chan held a knife in her hand, with bright blood stains on it. She walked slowly towards a small cottage.
There was a middle-aged man sitting there. There were obvious signs of age on his face, and some mottled white hair. At this moment, he was sipping tea, looking at Xia Chan, and said softly.
"Are you back?"
Xia Chan nodded gently. "Long time no see, senior brother."
"Not that long, just ten years." Chen Xia smiled and looked at Xia Chan, sighing. "You've changed a lot."
"People always change, don't they?"
"Yeah."
There was silence for a while.
"Do you still remember what my childhood dream was?" Xia Chan suddenly asked.
Chen Xia put down his teacup and smiled. "I only remember that when you went down the mountain, you said you wanted to practice cultivation."
"There's no way for me to practice cultivation." Xia Chan put down the blood-stained big knife and laughed at herself. "My talent is too low, and I've already missed the best time to practice cultivation."
"But people always need to keep a hope. What if it comes true?" Chen Xia replied.
"Then can you help me, senior brother?" Xia Chan suddenly asked.
Chen Xia was stunned for a moment. He looked at Xia Chan several times before replying softly.
"This is nothing like the you from childhood."
"I told you, people change." Xia Chan's tone was unusually firm.
"Yeah." Chen Xia simply replied, and his emotional change couldn't be seen.
On this day, Xia Chan picked up the knife, led over a thousand people, stood under the setting sun, and said to Chen Xia.
"I won't come back again."
She had completely given up the idea of practicing cultivation.
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