Eternal Tale

On the street.

Chen Xun’s gaze was deep and expressionless as he lightly raised two fingers, sending a Five Elements mark into the world.

He held such people in high regard, determined not to let them fall unexpectedly on the vast path of immortality. Just this integrity alone left him feeling a hint of awe.

”It was worth coming here.”

A slight smile appeared on Chen Xun’s lips as he walked down the street with his hands behind his back, his eyes fixed on the teahouses, pondering which one to patronize.

Rumble—

The ground trembled slightly as spirit beasts marched in the distance, their presence like a tidal wave sweeping through, with flags fluttering, bearing family emblems and names.

Chu!

Accompanying them were some old servants, their eyes gleaming with sharp light, their auras restrained. They wore uniform attire and moved in an orderly manner.

The surrounding beings of various clans whispered among themselves, though only in secret, with a hint of reverence in their eyes. The future celestial family of the Chu clan might sustain the human race’s vitality for tens of thousands of years.Inside the carriage atop the spirit beasts, a cold and stunning woman sat in her boudoir, expressionless, seemingly uninterested in the discussions and scenes around her.

A gentle breeze blew, lightly brushing the window curtains of the boudoir, lifting a faint wisp of mist, gradually revealing her cold and stunning face.

On the street, Chen Xun inadvertently glanced up, his gaze suddenly fixed on the woman’s face inside the boudoir!

His mind felt as if it had been struck by a thunderous shock, his pulse involuntarily quickening, emotions rippling in his eyes.

Chen Xun’s face trembled slightly, his gaze seeming to pierce through the dust of ten thousand years, frozen in this moment, as if the entire world had been stripped away, leaving only him and that cold and stunning face.

That face was so familiar yet so unfamiliar. Deep in Chen Xun’s pupils, an indescribable emotion flashed, perhaps surprise, perhaps regret, perhaps even ecstasy...

Liu Yuan... Little Junior Sister!

At this moment, Chen Xun seemed to be in a time-crossed illusion, his thoughts drawn back to the past, intertwining with the memories of that old friend, blooming once again in his heart.

”Is it really possible for someone to look so similar in this world...”

Chen Xun’s long-calm mindset finally couldn’t hold on, and he began to follow slowly, his breathing becoming rapid.

Inside the boudoir on the spirit beast’s back, the cold and stunning woman’s brows furrowed slightly, turning her head slightly.

She looked at the man in the hemp robe and bamboo hat, never having seen such a rich change of expression on a being’s face in an instant, which opened her eyes, a hint of peculiarity in her gaze.

The man’s eyes held no hostility or disrespect, but were filled with a complex emotion that even she felt a trace of indescribable emotion.

A subtle atmosphere permeated the air, their gazes crossing in the void.

”Fellow Daoist... do we know each other?” The cold and stunning woman couldn’t help but ask softly, her expression turning somewhat strange.

Yet, being stared at so openly, she surprisingly didn’t feel inclined to blame him.

The familiar voice echoed in his mind, causing Chen Xun’s fingers to tremble as he quickened his pace, weaving through the crowd on the street, keeping up with the spirit beasts.

”I...”

Chen Xun almost instinctively said they knew each other, but hesitated, feeling a bit lost, and said softly, ”Perhaps we do. May I know your name, miss?”

He still couldn’t quite control the excitement in his heart. This was the first time in his long life that he had taken the initiative to approach a young lady, leaving him unsure of where to start.

”Chu Zhen.” The cold and stunning woman spoke calmly, her brows furrowing even deeper.

”Hehe... a good name, a good name.”

Chen Xun murmured the name twice, his gaze exceptionally sincere as he looked at her, boldly saying, ”Fellow Daoist Chu, can we be friends? Where is your domain?”

He immediately regretted asking about her domain! His mind was a bit chaotic...

Chu Zhen fell silent, but for some reason, she didn’t want to refuse him. She had never experienced such a strange situation, even her guardians around her had no reaction.

But she never thought of being schemed against. Somehow, Chu Zhen felt this man wouldn’t harm her.

”Who are you?”

”East... no, Chen Xun!” Chen Xun’s hurried steps didn’t stop, as if chasing something he could never catch.

”Chen Xun?”

Chu Zhen’s eyes showed confusion. The name was quite ordinary, and no great family of immortality had anyone from the Chen family, nor was there a powerful figure in the Jade Canopy Forest Sea by that name.

She recalled many things, never having encountered this person, and gently shook her head, ”Fellow Daoist, I’m afraid we’ve never met.”

”Then let’s get to know each other again!”

Chen Xun was like a social bandit, flashing an exceptionally bright smile, adding, ”The ’Xun’ with three water radicals, not the ’Xun’ for seeking.”

Chu Zhen’s cold face gradually showed a hint of a smile, ”My ’Zhen’ is the same, not the ’Qin’ from the Qin court’s bright mirror.”

”It seems we are indeed fated, Fellow Daoist Chu. To be honest, I am skilled in fortune-telling, understanding both the red and the white matters of life...”

Unconsciously, Chen Xun began to chatter endlessly, following along the street, as if he had endless things to say, not caring about Chu Zhen’s peculiar gaze.

This conversation lasted from noon till dusk.

But this time was just a fleeting moment for cultivators. Chu Zhen didn’t mind, nor did she find it noisy, just quietly listening.

She felt this man’s heart seemed to hide many stories of time, yet appeared somewhat simple...

The passersby rustled around them as they crossed into the ancient city of the Chu family’s territory. Chen Xun finally stopped, cupping his hands with a smile, ”Fellow Daoist Chu, I won’t disturb you further.”

Chu Zhen nodded, giving Chen Xun a deep look, asking again, ”Do we know each other?”

Chen Xun fell silent, his smile gradually fading from his face. He looked at the distant sunset, shaking his head slowly, his shadow appearing exceptionally thin and lonely under the setting sun.

”Fellow Daoist, do you seek something?” Chu Zhen’s voice softened inexplicably. For some reason, she didn’t want to hurt this man.

Chen Xun shook his head silently, just looking at Chu Zhen’s face, his eyes full of the vicissitudes of life and memories.

”Fellow Daoist, you might have mistaken me for someone else. Perhaps it’s just a resemblance, isn’t it?”

Chu Zhen remained expressionless, still with that cold demeanor, as if she had already seen through Chen Xun’s thoughts, too obvious, without any restraint or concealment.

”Throughout the entire Wild Heaven Region, there are countless beings with similar appearances. Fellow Daoist Chen Xun, you’re too attached. Let’s just pretend we never met today, and I’ve never known you.”

Chu Zhen spoke calmly, glancing slightly at Chen Xun, ”It’s just a subtle fate in the vast path of immortality, meeting without having known each other.”

Though she was at the Unity stage, most cultivators who reached such a level had a profound state of mind, only limited by their aptitude in the immortal path, unable to quickly advance to higher realms.

”Hehe.”

Chen Xun stood with his hands behind his back, his gaze distant, no longer as agitated as when they first met. He didn’t respond, but cupped his hands again, ”Fellow Daoist Chu, sorry for the disturbance.”

Chu Zhen returned the gesture from within the boudoir, her figure gradually receding with the steps of the spirit beast beneath her, heading towards the setting sun.