Moreover, someone who has lived for thousands of years... can that still be considered human? It's a monster, isn't it?
When Feng Nanshan realized that "she" might be human, he found it incredibly unbelievable. Before Wan Jiao could finish speaking, he interrupted her in a low voice, "Once we find her, everything will be clear."
"Ancestor, as you can see, I've turned the entire Haicheng Special Security Bureau upside down, but I still can't find her. Where else can we look?"
Feng Nanshan stopped and closed his eyes.
Wan Jiao looked at him in confusion, "Ancestor, your soul is so weak... can you manage?"
"It might not work. We can only say that we'll try our best to follow her scent." Feng Nanshan said to Wan Jiao without opening his eyes.
Wan Jiao gave a half-understanding "Oh," and then said, "Okay, I'll support you in spirit!"
Unsurprisingly, Feng Nanshan did not find "her".
However, he still took Wan Jiao to the place where "her scent" was strongest—in front of a big tree.
Wan Jiao pointed at the big tree, "What do you mean? She's in the tree?"
Feng Nanshan rolled his eyes speechlessly. "This tree looks like it can hide people? You're getting more and more eccentric."
Wan Jiao raised an eyebrow, "Then why did you bring me here...?"
Feng Nanshan: "The aura I can sense is coming from this tree."
Wan Jiao pondered for a moment, as if she had thought of something, and took out a purple talisman from her canvas bag and threw it out, sticking it to the tree.
Almost instantly, a huge, deep vortex appeared out of thin air, carrying a powerful attraction.
"Ancestor, you've found the right place." As she spoke, Wan Jiao reached out and grabbed Feng Nanshan's wrist, pulling him into the vortex together. As they entered, the vortex began to shrink little by little until it disappeared completely.
It was a very special place, with beautiful mountains and clear waters, like a paradise on earth, similar to the dreamlike Prajna Secret Realm of Fengnan Mountain, but with some differences. There was an indescribable sense of oppression here, which was the exact opposite of the beautiful scenery.
Wan Jiao cautiously surveyed her surroundings, her tone as cold as ice, "Ancestor, can you still sense her presence?"
"able."
Wan Jiao pressed further, "In which direction?"
Feng Nanshan pointed to the endless "bamboo forest" to the side, and was about to speak when a clear and melodious woman's laughter came from afar and stopped beside him.
"Brother Nanshan, it's been a long time." The veiled woman looked at Feng Nanshan with adoration.
Feng Nanshan ignored the woman; his gaze darted around as he searched for Wan Jiao.
The woman's face darkened further, and her voice turned several degrees colder as she spoke, "Brother Nanshan, do you like her?"
Feng Nanshan knew with a grain of salt that the woman in front of him was behind it all, but given Wan Jiao's strength, he wasn't worried. In that case, let's catch up properly.
"Rong Xuan," he called the woman's name.
"Brother Nanshan, you really didn't reincarnate." Rong Xuan's eyes were red, but she couldn't hide the joy on her face.
"You contacted me?"
Rong Xuan nodded vigorously and stepped forward to grab Feng Nanshan's hand, "For thousands of years, I have been waiting for your reincarnation."
"I have not been reincarnated," Feng Nanshan said truthfully. "But you, thousands of years have passed, and you are still human?"
Rong Xuan is, of course, a human being.
In order to achieve immortality and wait for Feng Nanshan to return, she needs to use the "Rejuvenation Forbidden Technique" every twenty years and absorb the essence of a thousand-year-old demon every hundred years.
As a result, she suffered a backlash, her face was disfigured and became hideous.
She had tried to possess the bodies of beautiful women, but unfortunately, those bodies didn't last long on her; most would rot within three to five years. Moreover, each time she changed bodies, her own face would develop deeper scars.
Drinking poison to quench thirst is utterly useless.
But Rong Xuan absolutely couldn't tell Feng Nanshan about these things. Her hands clenched into fists at her sides as she abruptly changed the subject, "Brother Nanshan, how have you been these past years?"
The answer was irrelevant.
Change the subject.
Feng Nanshan knew all too well what it meant.
He pried Rong Xuan's hand off his, creating distance between them, and coldly retorted, "Rong Xuan, what are you going to do with all that spiritual energy you've absorbed using the 'Rejuvenation Forbidden Technique'?"
The uses of the "Rejuvenation Forbidden Technique" were too extensive, and Feng Nanshan couldn't guess Rong Xuan's intentions, so he could only ask directly.
“I’ve been to many places over the years.” Rong Xuan didn’t intend to answer; she changed the subject, “Brother Nanshan, do you still remember Dongyingzhou? There really are thousand-year-old auspicious mushrooms and Yingling grass there, and…”
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The moment Wan Jiao heard the woman's laughter, she was separated from Feng Nanshan. Oh no, not separated, she unilaterally entered the illusion of Feng Nanshan, that "old friend."
She saw a very old-fashioned thatched hut with a vegetable garden outside, full of vegetables. At that moment, someone seemed to be cooking over a fire, with wisps of smoke rising from it, creating a warm and inviting atmosphere.
Wan Jiao was engrossed in watching when a man dressed in a black robe, carrying a quiver of arrows, holding a bow in one hand and two rabbits in the other, walked through her body and headed towards the thatched hut, calling out as he went, "Little Ling'er, I caught two wild rabbits today. I'll cook your favorite braised rabbit meat for you later."
As the man finished speaking, a woman with no makeup, yet breathtakingly beautiful, ran out of the thatched hut. Her eyes sparkled, and she practically drooled over the two rabbits.
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