Zhang Wuyou's parents were buried in Jiangling, hundreds of miles away from the Kong family, a distance too great for them to reach. Since their passing, Zhang Wuyou had never paid his respects to them.
Kong Tingxuan disagreed with a girl returning to her hometown alone to pay respects to her ancestors, but Wuyou insisted and managed to persuade him with her silver tongue.
In the morning, Kong Tingxuan went to Wuyou's room to look for someone, but only found an empty room with clothes neatly arranged.
"Sigh, this child..." Kong Tingxuan sighed helplessly. The child had already run far away and was impossible to find. He could only hope everything went well for the child. However, without money, some hardship was inevitable. But it was good, for only through hardship would one truly appreciate the value of home.
Thinking about how he had painstakingly raised his adopted daughter for many years, only to find that she still thought about her biological parents, Kong Tingxuan felt that all his efforts had been in vain, and a sense of unease arose within him.
Over the next few days, Kong Tingxuan maintained his smile, as if he had forgotten about Wuyou. Kong Qingyan also felt relieved, after all, she really disliked her sister's gloomy stare, which made her very uncomfortable. The only downside was that she had to do the laundry and cooking herself.
Madam Kong was very devoted to her husband and children. She didn't mistreat her adopted daughter, Wuyou, but she couldn't bring herself to dote on her, since Wuyou wasn't her own child.
The old beggar was oblivious to this; he had only met Wuyou once. He was more concerned with his own lifespan. He had been injured and stranded in the mortal realm after the rebellion against the Lingyun Sect. Had it not been for Kong Tingxuan's rescue, he probably wouldn't have survived. But his injuries were too severe; he wouldn't live much longer. Yet, the Lingyun Sect's lineage could not be broken.
His interactions with the Kong family were very pleasant, and their kindness convinced him that Kong Tingxuan was his destined one; such kind people were truly rare. Although the competition in the immortal realm was ruthless, being cruel himself did not mean he wanted others to treat him cruelly as well.
Two more days passed, and the old beggar finally decided to confront Kong Tingxuan, since his days were numbered.
"Brother Kong, I have something to say to you today." The old beggar was dressed in an exceptionally grand manner today, wearing a spotless white robe. The smooth and soft texture of the robe was obviously very valuable. His white hair and beard were neatly combed, and his every move exuded an ethereal and otherworldly aura.
Kong Tingxuan carried a basket on his back, preparing to go out to collect herbs. He knew a little about medicine and often went out to distribute medicine to others. After his family's fortunes declined, he mostly went out to collect herbs himself. In Zhang Wuyou's eyes, his actions were nothing more than those of a fool who would rather suffer himself than not do good deeds.
He too had once come from a wealthy family, but his fortunes had declined. Seeing the old beggar's fine clothes, he naturally understood what was going on, and a flash of annoyance crossed his mind. After all, he had treated people sincerely, yet the other man had pretended to be poor to deceive him. However, he was always a kind-hearted person, and even if he was angry, he wouldn't show it. Little did he know that his behavior pleased the old beggar even more.
"Brother, what's up? I was just about to go gather herbs." Kong Tingxuan didn't want to say much, so he raised the shovel in his hand and spoke.
"It's a very important matter, concerning the lives of all people, and it will allow you to save even more lives." The old beggar stood with his hands behind his back, his robes fluttering, exuding an air of otherworldly grace.
"This... alright!" Kong Tingxuan hesitated for a moment, then nodded in agreement, while also being a little curious about the important matter he mentioned.
As things unfolded in the previous life, Kong Tingxuan smoothly became the new sect leader of Lingyun Sect, gained a thousand years of internal energy, and ascended to heaven with his wife, daughters, and all his family. However, this time, he was missing his adopted daughter, who had been acting spoiled and foolish, insisting on becoming an immortal with him.
In their past lives, they never intended to take Zhang Wuyou with them when they left. In this life, it's only natural that Wuyou would leave on his own initiative. There has always been an insurmountable barrier between immortals and mortals. From the moment the Kong family became immortals, they were destined to have no further connection with Zhang Wuyou.
"Father, shouldn't we wait for Sister Wuyou?" Kong Qingyan asked with some doubt as she watched the courtyard house being taken away.
Kong Tingxuan's eyes flickered. He didn't want to take his adopted daughter with him. At the very least, he felt he had done more than enough, fulfilling his old friend's request. Wuyou's previous actions clearly showed no gratitude towards him; her ungrateful behavior was distasteful. However, he couldn't say it directly for the sake of saving face. Madam Kong, on the other hand, spoke up first to defuse the situation.
“Your sister Wuyou is just an ordinary mortal. Even if you take her away, it won’t do any good. It might even harm her. She’s an adult and can take care of herself. Fate brings us together and fate separates us. There’s no need to be attached to her.”
"Oh!" Kong Qingyan nodded and didn't ask any more questions. She was just saying it casually. She would be the princess of Lingyun Sect in the future and wouldn't lack people to take care of her.
On the wide official road, countless carriages and horses came and went, stirring up a great deal of dust. A slender figure carrying a bundle rode a donkey, traveling leisurely.
He was wearing a light blue long gown, which made him look rather thin. He had a handsome face and a relaxed demeanor, making him stand out from the other pedestrians on the road.
This person was Wuyou. After leaving the Kong family, she changed her clothes and makeup, exchanged a multi-faceted mask with the system, and disguised herself to avoid being recognized. Although the social atmosphere was relatively open in this era, it was always inconvenient for a single woman to walk around alone. It was better to walk as a man.
As for suffering, that's completely out of the question. Over many lifetimes, Wuyou's personal space has become increasingly abundant, and anything she takes out is priceless, so naturally, she's never short of money.
Returning to her hometown to pay respects to her ancestors was not just an excuse. The original owner felt guilty towards her parents. She focused all her attention on the Kong family, competing with Kong Qingyan for favor and men, and demanding resources and affection from the Kong couple, completely forgetting about her biological parents.
By the time she realized it, it was too late; she didn't even have the chance to pay her respects at her parents' graves.
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