Xia Cheng, a living room decorated in the style of the 1970s or 80s—the sofa is covered with white gauze that looks like a tablecloth.
The only thing in this living room that would catch the eye of modern young people is the wooden lattice door, outside of which is a pond located in an exquisitely designed garden.
The living room was filled with people, surrounding an elderly man and a beautiful woman with snow-white hair and exquisite features.
The two chatted and laughed. The woman said something, and the old man nodded and gave a few more pointers with a smile.
The people around them were sitting halfway up their seats, leaning slightly forward with smiles on their faces, seemingly very envious, gratified, and happy about the scene before them.
A joyful family gathering.
"Ah!" A little child suddenly pointed to the sky outside the wooden lattice door.
The child's mother quickly hugged him and gave him an extremely stern look that he would remember even as an adult.
Don't scare the child.
When the child's mother looked up and met the old man's voice, she was smiling happily yet humbly. The mother didn't speak, and the old man didn't even look at her.
Yaochi glanced at the child, who was still crawling on the ground in open-crotch pants, but at this moment he seemed to be able to read people's expressions and dared not make a sound.
Children of this age from ordinary families would never restrain themselves from feeling wronged. They would cry whenever they wanted, speak as loudly as they wanted, and demand what they wanted immediately without any discussion or waiting.
The people around him also doted on the child, as if the world owed him something just because he came into this world.
But being born into this family is the opposite; it's as if the child owes the world something to be born here, and must be careful not to be forced back into it.
Yaochi showed no sympathy for children, just as she had when she was a child.
The only difference is that she does it better; she can be incredibly cute and willful at times, which makes her grandfather happy and earns his favor.
No one taught her; she seemed to have been born with it.
Perhaps it was a talent, or more accurately, an instinct, but from a very young age, she vaguely sensed that she couldn't be truly willful, and she knew what kind of willfulness was cute and would make those around her like her.
This instinct accompanied her as she grew up.
I don't know whether to say it or not, is it to gain the favor of those around her that she became exceptionally outstanding in appearance, talent, culture, sports, and everything else that could be compared, or is it so that she doesn't have to worry about the favors of those around her that she became so outstanding?
In some ways, she felt that she was very similar to Li Changzhou, and sometimes she envied Li Qianxia.
In her opinion, Li Qianxia was so willful that she couldn't stay in the living room for more than three seconds. Her family was poor, yet she still lived so happily, with a sense of abundance that she could get whatever she wanted.
"Go and see what's going on," Grandpa said.
"Yes," someone immediately replied.
Yaochi pulled herself out of her reverie and looked at the wooden lattice door. The world outside seemed like a dream, enveloped in green, yellow, and red light.
After a moment's thought, a smile appeared on her lips.
"Xiao Yao, what's wrong?" one of the aunts noticed.
The whole family, look over here.
Yaochi pinched a drop of water in the teacup with her finger and flicked it toward the center of the living room. The water droplet hit something and quickly spread into a pancake shape, forming a mirror that was transparent from front to back.
The image appeared on the mirror.
The Earth alternates between light and dark. The bright side is a deep blue, while the dark side is dotted with stars and brightly lit. The Earth is slowly rotating, and the distant sun is incredibly dazzling, like a flashlight pointed at your face.
These are not the main points of this picture.
In the center of the image, a person sits cross-legged in the universe, absorbing the light that envelops the Earth into their body.
The figure sat there, with only a transparent spot between its brows, like a red projection of a celestial being looking down upon the world, or like a demon god devouring the life force of the earth.
The people in the living room felt a chill run down their spines and their bodies itch, as if they had truly been absorbed by something.
At this moment, Yaochi suddenly laughed and said, "We've been discovered."
Before anyone could look away, the red-glowing figure in the image opened its eyes and met the gazes of everyone in the living room.
Winter... winter... winter...
Their heartbeats were like thunder, crystal clear, and everyone felt like fawns pinned to the ground by a lion, about to be devoured at any moment.
The child buried his face in his parents' arms, and the parents hugged the child tightly, as if they also needed this warmth.
The others clenched their fists, wishing they could escape from there immediately.
The secretary, who had been ordered to leave earlier, had already found out what had happened. She strode in, but the moment she stepped through the wooden lattice door and her eyes met the screen, she froze on the spot.
Between heaven and earth, only green, yellow, and red light moved; even the fish in the garden pond were still.
The figure seemed to wave his hand with a hint of disdain, and the water mirror shattered, dripping onto the ground with a single drop of water forming a very thin trail.
"Still shy," Yaochi laughed, turning to the old man and saying, "Grandpa, this handsome guy is Li Changzhou. The commotion outside is him collecting Qi."
The old man remained silent for a long time before finally saying, "...Okay."
The secretary standing at the door snapped out of her daze, stepped forward with reverence, and whispered a few words in the old man's ear.
A refined middle-aged man, nearing old age, suddenly asked Yaochi, "Little Yao, who is more powerful, you or Li Changzhou?"
Yaochi looked at the other person and smiled, "If I am more powerful, then I am the Supreme Immortal."
The middle-aged man nodded, seemingly lost in thought.
“Speaking of the Supreme Immortals,” a middle-aged man in military uniform said, “so far, no one has survived the tribulations of the third or second class.”
"It's too difficult." The speaker was a young man with furrowed brows, somewhat similar to the refined middle-aged man. "Black mist, emotional control, Six Paths, Five Elements True Blade, and unparalleled learning talent. No matter how bizarre the player's methods are, they are no match for him in a one-on-one fight. Even poison won't work."
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