I Live Forever In The World of Cultivation World

Chapter 94: Brother Song

Thus.

He Song continued walking forward, leisurely strolling through the Immortal Market, yet his mind was churning with thoughts.

He didn’t know how long he had been walking.

Suddenly, a faint fragrance brushed past his nose.

"Brother Song?" A crisp female voice suddenly sounded beside him, carrying a hint of surprise.

Hearing this, He Song turned his head toward the voice.

He saw a delicate-looking young girl standing beside him, timidly gazing at him.

When she saw He Song turn his head and finally got a clear look at his face, her eyes lit up, and a flash of joy appeared on her face.

"It really is Brother Song! I was worried I had mistaken you. Do you still remember me?"

The clear, ringing voice in his ears felt oddly familiar.

Before he could think further, an image of a tiny, chubby child suddenly surfaced in his mind.

This voice...

Su Yan? (From Chapter 25)

How did this little girl, who used to pester him for candied hawthorn, suddenly grow into such an elegant young lady with bright eyes and pearly teeth?

Moreover, judging by her aura, she had successfully guided spiritual energy into her body and reached the first level of Qi Refinement Realm.

Memories of Su Yan resurfaced in He Song’s mind.

Twelve years ago, when he had just broken through to the third level of Qi Refinement Realm, he had neighbors besides his longtime friend Lin Cong.

That household consisted of an old man and a little girl.

The old man was named Su Jin, and even back then, he had already reached the sixth level of Qi Refinement Realm.

The little girl was named Su Yan and had not yet started cultivating.

According to Su Jin, Su Yan was his biological granddaughter from the mortal world.

Since she possessed a spiritual root, he had taken her away from the mundane world to personally guide her cultivation.

If He Song remembered correctly, the old man and the girl had only been his neighbors for a little over two years.

Su Yan often pestered him.

But Su Jin, due to his higher cultivation, had never been particularly close to He Song.

Later, Bamboo Mountain Immortal Market was attacked by evil cultivators, and many cultivators lost their lives.

Twelve years had passed in the blink of an eye.

He Song had assumed that the old man and the little girl had perished in that catastrophe. But to his surprise, twelve years later, he was now meeting an old acquaintance once more in the Immortal Market.

"Of course, I remember. I just never expected twelve years to pass in the blink of an eye. Little Yan has grown up so much."

Looking at the delicate young woman before him, He Song suddenly felt an inexplicable sense of dislocation, as if he had been transported to another world.

When someone you once knew as a child suddenly grows up.

When those of your generation suddenly grow old.

When the world undergoes great changes, and only you remain unchanged like an unshakable rock.

He Song couldn’t quite describe his emotions at that moment.

He only felt as if a lifetime had passed in an instant.

Twelve years ago, the little girl who used to pester him for candied hawthorn had now blossomed into a graceful young woman.

Yet, he himself had remained completely unchanged.

The stark contrast sent a chill through He Song’s heart, and he suddenly broke into a cold sweat.

He was an immortal.

In the eyes of others, he was an anomaly.

If anyone were to discover his true nature, his fate would be unimaginably tragic.

Thus—

He must never stand out.

Otherwise, if too many people paid attention to him, every action he took would be scrutinized.

If his secret were to be exposed—

With the means available to the great cultivators of the immortal world...

Soul extraction, torture, dismemberment, flaying—those would be mere child’s play.

If his soul were imprisoned, forced to endure endless suffering for eternity, that would be a fate far worse than death.

He Song refused to let his life fall into someone else's hands.

And this secret—

No one must ever know.

This was the cultivation world, where soul-searching techniques existed.

If the worst were to happen...

The mere thought of his potential fate made cold sweat break out all over his body.

What had he even been thinking just now?

This path was not an option.

Naturally—

Mediocrity. Remaining unnoticed. Growing stronger in secret. Cultivating in the way of caution.

That was what He Song needed to do now.

Only by appearing ordinary could he avoid attracting attention.

Only by avoiding attention could he best conceal himself.

Only by concealing himself could he prevent others from discovering his secret.

Only by keeping his secret hidden could he ensure his survival.

Only by surviving could he grow stronger step by step, until one day, no one would dare covet his secret.

But what had he been thinking before?

With his talent for formation setting, joining the Vast Earth Sect as an inner disciple?

Talents in formation setting were extremely rare. Few people chose formations among the myriad cultivation arts, and even fewer managed to gain entry-level proficiency in the field.

Someone like that—just one—would be enough for the Vast Earth Sect to welcome as an inner disciple.

Naturally, such a person could never be considered "ordinary."

If he were to join the Vast Earth Sect in this manner, he would surely find himself in the spotlight.

At that point, even stepping out the door would likely attract attention.

Every move he made would be watched.

That was not the life He Song wanted, nor was it a life he could afford to live.

Living under the spotlight—eventually, he would slip up.

Thus—

The moment he realized this, He Song instantly dismissed the idea of joining the Vast Earth Sect as an inner disciple.

Too risky!

If his secret were ever exposed, death would be the least of his worries. The real horror would be having his soul extracted, suffering eternal torment day and night.

To avoid such a fate, He Song made up his mind.

Even if he were to join the Vast Earth Sect in the future, he absolutely could not do so under the guise of a genius.

At the very least, he needed to wait until he had the strength to resist and escape before considering it.

Otherwise, he would rather remain a wandering cultivator than risk being imprisoned for eternity in a sect.

With his naturally cautious nature, how could he take such a reckless gamble?

As these thoughts settled in his heart, He Song let out a long breath of relief.

His gaze toward Su Yan softened slightly.

If not for Su Yan’s sudden appearance—

He might have remained trapped in his dilemma.

And her arrival had conveniently resolved a major internal struggle for him.

Naturally, He Song now found her even more pleasing to the eye.

"Of course! Twelve years have passed. I was just eight back then, but now I’m twenty! I’m not a little girl anymore—I’m an adult!"

Su Yan’s eyes curved into crescents, a trace of pride flashing across her face.

It was as if she took great satisfaction in having grown from a little girl into a young woman over these twelve years.

"Oh, right! Brother Song, have you still been living in District B these past twelve years? Twelve years ago, Grandpa suddenly moved us to District A, and after that, I never saw you again."

Reunited after so long, Su Yan’s joy was evident in her eyes as she stood beside He Song, bombarding him with questions.

Upon hearing her words, a look of realization flashed across He Song’s face.

So, the old man and the little girl had not perished twelve years ago.

Instead, they had simply moved from District B to District A.

In Bamboo Mountain Immortal Market, rental housing was divided into four major districts: A, B, C, and D.

Each district was further divided into streets and numbered houses for differentiation.

For example, He Song lived in House No. 13 on Chuan Yun Street, in the outer area of District B.

These four districts were located at the four corners of the Immortal Market’s outer perimeter, and the spiritual energy among them was fairly equal—District A was not inherently more prestigious than District B.

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

However—

Rather than standing in the street chatting, He Song felt it would be much more comfortable to sit down and talk over tea.

So, before long, he led Su Yan into the nearest teahouse.

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Teahouse, Second Floor

After casually ordering a pot of fine tea, He Song led Su Yan to a window seat.

With the aroma of tea wafting through the air, they began catching up on the past twelve years.