Chapter 11 Things Have Changed
Fine snowflakes fell on Bai Qingchen's shoulders, but he was completely unaware.
The remaining warmth in my arms was like a huge void, swallowing up the noise around me.
He was alone, stepping into this city that was both familiar and unfamiliar.
Lingdu Airport is still bustling with people.
But the excitement belongs to them, and Bai Qingchen is just a spectator who doesn't fit in.
He subconsciously followed the crowd and stepped heavily into the streets of Lingdu.
The city before me is bustling and bustling, with numerous shops and an abundance of vitality.
However, this prosperity was covered with a layer of illusory light and shadow in Bai Qingchen's eyes.
The devastating battle between immortals and demons four hundred years ago, like a red-hot iron, left an indelible mark in the depths of his memory.
He remembered the flames that shot up into the sky as the demonic flames burned the city, the broken walls and ruins scattered on the streets, and the desperate cries.
Today, new buildings with carved beams and painted buildings stand on the ruins, the bustling crowds are filled with smiles, and the haze of the past has long dissipated.
A suffocating sense of vicissitudes wrapped him tightly, and he was like a ghost wandering in the cracks of time, walking on streets that were familiar yet unfamiliar.
Bai Qingchen has always used the idea of going to Yaowang Valley to numb himself, as if as long as he returns here, he can temporarily escape the confusion brought about by rebirth.
However, when Shiliang and Zhou Yan left one after another, leaving him alone to face the old place where everything had changed and the people had changed, that self-deceiving excuse could no longer support him.
The escape is over, and he must face the cruel fact that the Immortal Lord Fu Yu has fallen.
He, Bai Qingchen, is just a stranger who has memories of his past life but is completely separated from it.
He followed the crowd aimlessly, and unknowingly walked through the streets and alleys until he arrived at the towering mountain gate of Yaowang Valley.
The white jade pillars stand tall, surrounded by clouds and mist. On the huge archway, the three ancient characters "Yaowang Valley" are still there.
The mountain gate was heavily guarded. The disciples in blue and white medicine robes had stern expressions and glanced at the approaching people.
At the reception desk below the white jade staircase, the deacon monk was carefully checking the jade identity cards and the gold-embossed invitations.
Bai Qingchen stood far away, like a real outsider.
He watched as the monk in gorgeous robes handed over the glittering invitation and was respectfully led in, watched as young faces nervously registered for the selection, and watched as those seeking medicine were led in by a special person.
He was no longer the respected young master of the valley. He was just an ant struggling to survive among the countless living beings, not even qualified to knock on his own door.
At least before leaving, he wanted to take a look at the current appearance of Yaowang Valley, where he was born and raised.
A bold idea suddenly emerged in his mind.
Bai Qingchen avoided the crowd and found a secluded corner.
From her storage bag, she carefully took out the pill that her brother Shiliang had given her before they parted. It was a pill that could perfectly conceal the demonic aura, and she swallowed it without hesitation.
Then he released the bloodline power that had been suppressed for a long time. In an instant, a light flashed, and the white-robed monk who had just stood here disappeared, and a snow-white spirit cat appeared instead.
Relying on his petite cat body and the miraculous effect of the invisibility pill, Bai Qingchen followed the crowd and swaggered into the mountain gate right under the noses of the gatekeeper disciples, stepping into the land of Medicine King Valley.
A rich medicinal aroma mixed with the scent of thousands of magical medicines hit his face, causing him, who had the body of a cat, to sneeze a little, with his nose twitching.
He avoided the main road and patrolling disciples, relying on his memory to shuttle through the familiar corridors and paths.
The layout of the valley remained largely unchanged, but many buildings had been renovated, new courtyards had been added, and some paths had been blocked or diverted. He sneaked along silently.
He stopped at a corridor planted with tranquil orchids and huddled behind a clump of dense spiritual herbs. Not far away, two young Medicine King Valley disciples were conversing in low voices, their voices clearly reaching his keen cat ears.
"Alas, I heard that the Nine Revolutions Resurrection Pills we prepared this time failed again. The Valley Master looked very unhappy."
"That's right. Ever since... ahem, ever since Young Valley Master Fu Yu passed away four hundred years ago, the old Valley Master and his wife were overwhelmed with grief. Not long after, they passed the Valley Mastership to Uncle Master Feng and have not been seen since."
"Yes, it's been almost four hundred years now. Now that Great-grandmaster Feng has retired, the position of Valley Master has been passed to Great-grandmaster Qiming... who is also the nephew of Young Valley Master Fu Yu."
The best news Bai Qingchen got was that his parents were still alive. He still remembered that before his death, Qiming was still a young boy who always made his father unhappy and was beaten many times.
Now he has become the independent master of Yaowang Valley.
The house was still there, but it was no longer his home. An indescribable feeling of loneliness enveloped him.
Bai Qingchu wandered aimlessly in the valley and unknowingly approached a heavily guarded courtyard.
"Huh? Whose pet is this? Why is it here?" A slightly stern female voice sounded.
A middle-aged female cultivator dressed in steward's attire spotted the white cat in the grass and approached with a frown.
"It looks clean, but a distinguished guest is coming soon. What will happen if we offend him? Come on, take this little thing out first and don't let it run around!"
Immediately, a errand disciple stepped forward. Not wanting to cause trouble, Bai Qingchen turned and tried to slip away, but was quickly picked up by a disciple.
"The little guy is quite smart, let's go out quickly." The disciple put him on a relatively clean stone step outside the mountain gate and turned back.
Just then, a drizzle began outside the mountain gate, and soon turned into a heavy rain.
The cold rain instantly wet Bai Qingchen's snow-white fur, sticking tightly to his small body. The biting cold made him shiver.
He staggered and, relying on his cat's agility, hid under the eaves of a remote alley.
The small body curled up in the cold corner of the wall, and instinctively stretched out its pink tongue to lick the wet and tangled hair.
Raindrops dripped down the tiles, splashing small drops of water in front of him.
So tired... so cold...
His consciousness began to blur, and a huge feeling of fatigue overwhelmed him like a tide.
He just wanted to take a nap, not think about anything, not care about anything.
The small white figure huddled up in the dim corner of the alley and gradually became motionless.
After an unknown amount of time, a pair of brocade shoes embroidered with lotus patterns stopped in front of the curled up white cat.
"Oh," a young girl's voice, as clear as pearls falling on a jade plate, filled with surprise and pity, rang out. "Whose cat is this? Why is it so wet? It'll get sick if it sleeps here."
Bai Qingchen barely lifted his heavy eyelids, and through his blurry vision, he saw a piece of goose-yellow skirt. He tried to look up, but he didn't even have the strength to do so.
The girl squatted down and held a small and exquisite oil-paper umbrella over the white cat to block out the cold rain.
She looked around and raised her voice: "Hey! Has anyone lost a cat? It's a little white cat. Anyone want to claim it?"
The only sound in the alley was the crashing rain.
"Really? It's raining so hard, how could the owner be so careless..." The girl muttered, looking at the little thing in front of her that was soaked and curled up pitifully, her eyes full of pity.
She hesitated for a moment, then took off her brocade cloak, carefully wrapped the wet kitten, and held it in her arms.
"Alright, alright, don't be afraid anymore. I'll take you home first, dry you off and warm you up. If you remember the way, I'll take you back tomorrow."
The girl's voice was soothing and gentle as she turned and walked into the increasingly heavy rain, holding the cat.
Bai Qingchen's last consciousness was the warm brocade that wrapped him and the faint peony fragrance coming from the girl.
He completely gave up resistance and sank into endless darkness.
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