He resigned, hoping that he would leave behind darkness and misfortune and usher in light and hope.

That New Year, the beggar who received the character was very pleased. Holding his hand, he kept saying in the street, "Wen Ci, Wen Ci, good character, good character..."

The cycle repeats itself.

But his master ultimately didn't survive that winter.

I didn't make it through that New Year either.

They didn't freeze to death, nor did they starve to death; rather, they were the result of a fairy's cruel joke.

He wanted to use the mortal festival to plead his way to the immortals, but the cultivators wanted him to give his life in exchange.

The reason given is utterly ridiculous: those who cultivate immortality must sever their ties with the mortal world and be free from any worldly entanglements.

Who could have imagined that the beggar, who was a complete stranger to him, would go to such lengths for someone with whom he had no blood relation?

'Xiaobai, you shouldn't have stayed by my side. I hope you can live a good life, live a decent life, at least not like me.'

Doesn't it look like him?

But there are too few people like him. Evil, what reason is needed?

His constitution was weak, and those who cultivated Taoism never expected things to escalate to this point.

But who is he? Who would care?

They didn't take him seriously, as he was just a powerless beggar with a burden on his shoulders.

They didn't even need to lift a finger; someone would take care of driving him away.

The snow that day was so white that it was like daytime even in the darkness. Wen Shanbai lowered his head and clearly engraved the satisfied smile on the beggar's face in his heart.

Perhaps, he was meant to be the mud in the abyss, and shouldn't have aspired to be the white spot on people's hearts.

So he stopped resisting and endured one dark night after another in the abyss. Gradually, he even gave up the idea of ​​dragging everyone in the world down with him.

He liked to soak in the cold pool, wondering if one day the water would freeze him to death, drown him, and end this boring life.

Later on, he even pinned his hopes on the 'things' outside the cave, thinking that perhaps a few of them would be bold enough to come forward and eat him.

However, she arrived before those monsters.

He also encountered a different kind of dragon slayer.

***

"Wen Shanbai, didn't I tell you not to soak in cold water for too long?"

Yan Li pushed open the door to the secret room and looked at Wen Shanbai soaking in the cold pool. She couldn't understand why he always liked to deliberately make himself sick and then pretend to be pitiful.

“Ah Li, the water isn’t cold this time.” Wen Shanbai reached out and, just like before, pulled Yan Li down from the shore.

Yan Li only realized after falling into the water that it was indeed hot.

"Don't tell me that all the spiritual power you've cultivated these past few days has been in this water?" Yan Li quickly realized what was going on and angrily grabbed Wen Shanbai by the neck with both hands.

Take it from her and use it in places like this.

She's going crazy. She shouldn't have come in. How did she fall for his trick again?

But it was too late for Yan Li to regret it now. Wen Shanbai, who was being choked, showed no sign of nervousness and even shamelessly kissed Yan Li's lips:

"Ah Li~"

Yan Li: "...Stop shouting."

If she shouts again, her back will probably be ruined again.