You are already cultivating immortality, who would fight with you alone?

Three days later...

Swish!

The gentle breeze quietly blows into the quiet bamboo forest, making bursts of subtle and crisp sounds.

In this green world, a slightly simple bamboo house stands quietly in the center of the bamboo forest, as if integrated with nature.

However, the ground surrounding the bamboo house is covered with a layer of withered yellow bamboo leaves, as if the earth was covered with a tattered coat.

Lin Ying raised his head slowly; his movements seemed extremely strenuous, as if every simple action took up a great deal of his energy.

He used up the last bit of strength in his body and struggled to push away the messy hair that blocked his vision.

What appeared before my eyes at this moment was a face that was so weathered and old that it was almost unrecognizable.

The face that once had a bit of ruffian spirit has now been deeply marked by the years, with wrinkles crisscrossing like ravines.

The originally jet-black hair turned as white as snow and fell lifelessly on the shoulders.

"The Promise..."

Lin Ying murmured in a voice so weak that it was almost inaudible, "My time is coming... Why don't you wake up?"

His tone was full of helplessness and despair, and those weak words seemed like they would be blown away by the wind at any time.

His eyes were like two torches, staring at the bamboo bed in front of him.

And the person lying on the bed was Wuji.

Wuji's physical condition seemed to be fine. The wound in his dantian that had been stabbed and torn fiercely by Liu Yuntian had long since healed, and his breathing seemed very steady.

According to common sense, Wuji should have woken up early.

But what is confusing and puzzling is that Wuji seems to be deliberately immersed in a deep sleep, reluctant to open his eyes and face the world.

Suddenly, a violent cough broke the silence.

Lin Ying's body began to tremble violently, and he couldn't help coughing violently.

However, even such a simple cough was a huge challenge for him at this moment, because coughing also required sufficient strength.

He could only rely on the little strength he generated when breathing, and tried his best to cough out the foul air in his lungs.

While coughing, his throat seemed to be tightly grasped by an invisible hand.

Several times he even vomited some acid, which made his already weak body even more shaky.

"Wake up soon..."

"Your cultivation has been abolished. Now you are just a mortal..."

"After I leave, you will starve to death in your dreams..."

Lin Ying's hands, which were like dead branches, were struggling to support themselves on the bamboo couch. He tried his best to use the force to get up.

However, he had suffered from the five signs of decay and his body had long been weak and emaciated beyond human form.

There was hardly any trace of muscle on those skinny arms, and as they were barely supported on the bed, they began to tremble uncontrollably, as if they would break at any moment.

As expected, despite Lin Ying's best efforts, he was ultimately unable to successfully jump off the couch.

He could only helplessly pull his legs back slowly and sit cross-legged again, quietly waiting for death to approach step by step.

"Dong dong dong..."

At this moment, a crisp knock on the door suddenly sounded outside the bamboo house.

Along with the knock on the door came Liu Yuntian's slightly teasing words: "Is Mr. Lin Ying home?"

After a short pause, he continued, "I am sent by the community to bring you warmth!"

Liu Yuntian stood outside the door and waited patiently for a moment, but the house was always quiet and no response came out.

Seeing this, he did not give up, but spoke again: "I just heard you cough."

However, no matter how Liu Yuntian called out, Lin Ying in the house seemed to have heard nothing and ignored him.

Finally, after a while,

With a "creaky" sound, Liu Yuntian gently pushed open the slightly old bamboo door and walked in.

Looking at Lin Ying's extremely embarrassed appearance,

He couldn't help but think back to his past in the palace, when he was also suffering from the cruel torture of the Five Signs of Deterioration.

At this moment, Lin Ying stood there like a lifeless puppet, without any movement in his body.

Only those eyes, still sharp like an eagle, were staring at him intently.

"You... came here specially to see my ugly appearance and laugh at me?" Lin Ying asked in a hoarse and weak voice.

However, Liu Yuntian did not respond to him immediately. Instead, he slowly turned his head and looked at the sleeping figure on the bamboo bed.

He walked closer to the bamboo bed, bent down, and looked at the figure carefully.

After a long while, he stood up and returned to Lin Ying.

"We are from the same hometown, and I am here to see you off for the last time today." Liu Yuntian said expressionlessly.

Hearing this, Lin Ying fell into a brief silence.

After a moment, he raised one hand with a slight tremor and reached towards the wine jug beside him with difficulty.

However, no matter how hard he tried, his hand could not reach the wine jar.

In the end, he could only give up helplessly, lowering his arms helplessly, and then licking his dry and flaky lips with his tongue.

He sighed heavily: "I don't accept..."

Liu Yuntian raised his eyebrows and asked, "What did you say?"

"I have been in this world for nearly thirty thousand years..." Lin Ying's weathered voice sounded slowly, as if carrying endless time and memories.

He narrowed his eyes slightly, his gaze was deep and distant, as if he was looking back at the past through the void in front of him.

"I've lived too long... It's really too long." Lin Ying murmured to himself, his tone revealing a hint of unspeakable fatigue and loneliness.

Liu Yuntian sat quietly by the side, remaining silent.

He just walked to the other end of the couch, sat down gently, and continued to listen attentively to Lin Ying's story about the unknown past.

At this moment, Lin Ying suddenly said: "Do you know? In fact, I once had a daughter..."

Hearing this, Liu Yuntian's face turned pale instantly and he was shocked.

Because before this, in all the information he had obtained about Lin Ying, there had never been any mention of the fact that he had a daughter.

All he knew all along was that Lin Ying was all alone, without a Taoist companion or children to take care of him!

"Haha, no need to be so nervous..." Seeing this, Lin Ying laughed softly, with a hint of bitterness and helplessness in her laughter.

"She passed away more than 20,000 years ago."

"So, you can rest assured... no one will come looking for revenge on you..."

As Lin Ying spoke, he couldn't help but cough a few times.

Liu Yuntian's tense nerves finally relaxed a little.

After all, if you can't get rid of the root of the problem, you will probably be disturbed by nightmares every night when you go to sleep.

Especially the so-called orphans who suddenly appeared out of nowhere like this are even more frightening.