"Let me light a stick of incense. Although Big Brother Chen is gone, don't be too sad. His life was perfect."
Ning Qi patted Chen Huan's hand lightly, then picked up a stick of incense and bowed to it. He looked at Chen Asan's portrait with a complicated expression.
He had already seen that Chen Asan's Qi was exhausted yesterday, but Chen Asan relied on the last breath in his heart and held on until last night before leaving. Ning Qi couldn't help but ask himself, if it was in the past, would he have used his own means to extend Chen Asan's life?
The answer was no.
In the past, Ning Qi wouldn't have had any interaction with mortals like Chen Asan. Even if he had, he wouldn't have extended a mortal's life at will.
There were tens of millions of mortals in the world. Could he have saved them?
Birth, old age, sickness, and death were processes that mortals had to go through in their lives. To escape this process, only immortals had a sliver of a chance. But even immortals would run out of lifespan.
Currently, Ning Qi was a mortal. Perhaps mortals had to experience their own birth, aging, sickness, and death, as well as the birth, age, and death of others.
Ning Qi didn't feel the slightest bit sad about Chen Asan's death. Perhaps he already knew that Chen Asan would die one day?
It was an inexplicable feeling. "As a mortal, Big Brother Chen fought against the heavens for half a day. Under equal conditions, how is he different from immortals? Immortals also use their own methods to fight against the heavens. This half a day's time isn't as cheap as the ten thousand years that immortals have.
Because this half a day made Big Brother Chen's life complete. Compared to the unwillingness of most immortals before they die, it's much higher. "
Ning Qi's eyes flashed with a hint of understanding.
A faint sword intent that understood life and death enveloped Ning Qi. Chen Huan didn't notice it, and neither did the others in the mourning hall.
Among the three thousand Great Daos, was there a mortal Dao? Never.
Since the heavens wouldn't give it to him, he would step out himself.
At this moment, Ning Qi was an immortal and a demon, but he knew that he was still a mortal with seven emotions and six desires.
The Emotionless Sword didn't destroy emotions, but Dao. However, the word "Dao" was too disgraceful. It couldn't be said rashly.
"You finally know why the Emotionless Sword Technique can annihilate Immortals with the body of a mortal. It's because it can even annihilate Dao!"
A faint voice sounded in Ning Qi's mind.
It was the Silver Dragon. But before the Heavenly Dao, there were already mortals. Mortals were the first existences to appear in this world. Whether it was immortals or devils, they all had an irreversible relationship with the Heavenly Dao. Only mortals had nothing to do with the Heavenly Dao, forming two completely different worlds.
The opposites of light, one strong and one weak, one black and one white, one Yin and one Yang. It is nothing more than this. "
"I already know what mortals are, but what is the Heavenly Dao?"
"The Heavenly Dao is like a dragon, controlling the rise and fall of the world. Slaughter it!"
"Slaying dragons … seems like I'm pretty good at it."
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Seven days later, Chen Asan was buried. Chen Huan gradually returned to her days as the silk shop's shopkeeper. Chen Xi also often came to Ning Qi's shop to observe the swords that Ning Qi had forged using mortal means. These swords did not have any spiritual energy and looked very ordinary.
"Uncle Qi, it's time to eat."
When it was time to eat, Chen Huan walked into the shop, picked up Chen Xi, and called out to Ning Qi.
After Chen Asan left, Chen Huan knew that Ning Qi never cooked, so he let Ning Qi eat with them. He bluntly said that Ning Qi had no children and that he would be in charge of taking care of his old age and taking care of his funeral in the future.
After seven or eight years, people began to privately discuss the people who had come to Bluestone Town over the years. This was because the appearance of these people had not changed in these seven or eight years. Even Chen Huan, who was at the tenth level of Qi Refinement, was slowly aging.
However, these discussions were kept to themselves. Even if they had suspicions, they did not dare to voice it out in public.
When people said that there were many more people in Liyang City who did not age, the people of Bluestone Town felt that something big was about to happen.
One day, when Ning Qi, Chen Huan, Xiaoqing, and Chen Xi were eating, a figure suddenly descended from the sky. It was like Zhang Chaozhong, but this figure was not him. It was Chen Huan's uncle, Yan Zhengfeng. Yan Zhengfeng was at least seventy years old, but now he seemed to be about the same age as Chen Huan. His arrival made Xiaoqing and Chen Xi a little frightened because Yan Zhengfeng was covered in blood.
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Ning Qi frowned and put down his chopsticks.
Chen Huan quickly helped Yan Zhengfeng up and asked with a serious expression, "Uncle, what happened?"
"Liyang City …"
Yan Zhengfeng pointed in the direction of Liyang City and then fainted. His current cultivation level was only at the seventh level of Qi Refinement, far inferior to Chen Huan.
"Darling, who is he?"
Xiaoqing had probably never seen Yan Zhengfeng before, but when she heard Chen Huan address him as uncle, she had some guesses.
"It's my little uncle. All of my … martial arts came from him."
Chen Huan explained as he carried Yan Zhengfeng, but there was a hint of worry in his eyes that could not be erased.
The next day, Yan Zhengfeng's injuries had recovered with Chen Huan's help. He was currently having a serious conversation with Chen Huan. "Little Huan, I know that you've had some fortuitous encounters over the years, and your cultivation is now even stronger than mine. But the enemies your uncle has provoked this time are simply too terrifying. Listen to me. Take your wife and Chen Xi with you and leave this place. They will definitely chase you all the way here! As for me, my injuries are too serious.
I can't leave with you. Don't say anything more! "
Chen Huan was silent for a moment. "I promised my father that I would guard this silk shop."
"Pedantic! Is your life more important or the shop? It's all my fault. I was delirious at the time. Otherwise, I wouldn't have come here no matter what! "
Yan Zhengfeng's expression was a little ugly.
He had indeed been delirious yesterday, which was why he had subconsciously run to the silk shop. Now he was filled with regret.
"Uncle, don't worry. Perhaps your enemies haven't found you yet."
Chen Huan said.
At the same time, a figure appeared on the street. It was an old man with a gloomy expression. He slowly walked to the front of the silk shop. The corners of his mouth curled up as he softly said, "Yan Zhengfeng, after offending my clan's young master, where do you think you can escape to?"
Although the old man's voice was very soft, everyone on the street could hear it clearly. Many bewildered gazes instantly fell on the old man. Yan Zhengfeng? As far as they knew, Chen Huan's name was not Yan Zhengfeng. Could this old man have come to the wrong place? Or was Chen Huan's enemy outside?
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