Entering the luxurious villa, Feng Hui looked around the magnificent hallway. To the side, there were numerous beautiful paintings depicting the human mind. Furthermore, the hallway was encompassed in a beautiful natural light. Designed with pinpoint accuracy, the household was extremely charming.
Guided by the bald middle-aged man, Feng Hui walked through the hallway. With some excitement, he wished to meet this familiar soul in person; he did not even extend his spiritual sense out of respect for her.
Ensuring his Golden Dragon soul would emit the least disturbance possible, Feng Hui eventually arrived at the beautiful inner residence of the villa. Alongside Shu Shuang, he was met with the view of an 'amicable' family of four sitting in the dining area.
Seeing the mysterious black-robed man, Yang Jian was reluctant, but he still playfully exclaimed, "Welcome to our family's humble abode. What are the wishes of this young sir?"
Feeling the celestial aura of the black-robed man, Yang Jian had a chilling thought, "Is this black-robed man related to that deity-like father of Zhi Ruo? What if he finds out how badly we've been treating her?"
"Mm." Noticing the reluctance, Feng Hui didn't blame the sturdy middle-aged father. Perceiving the man's lofty aura, he thought, "This is definitely the home of some extremely esteemed figure."
Likely, this family belonged to one of the top powers in the entire nation.
Reaching this stage, Feng Hui's emotions were cool. In the eyes of others, he could even be considered a devil. In order to reach his former peak, he had sacrificed his humanity in a sense. By absorbing the vital Qi of millions of humans, what was the difference between himself and a man-eating demon?
The vital Qi was the very life essence of a being; it could be compared to the human soul! However, Feng Hui was willing to live the life of a devil if it meant that his mother could return to their side sooner. For the sake of his family, he was prepared to do anything!
Feng Hui was not an unfeeling killing-machine, after all. In the end, he was merely a peaceful teenager who was forcibly dragged into another world. It was his life experiences that shaped him to become his current killing self!
This was the reason why Feng Hui often assisted children. In his mind, a single life experience should not be able to ruin the life of a still-blossoming pure soul! From his personal experience, children deserved a chance to grow!
"Zhi Ruo…" Looking toward the back of the family's dinner table, Feng Hui felt his heartbeat rising. Although the little beauty had a different appearance, he could discern that it was her soul with ease.
But there was a distinct difference; Feng Hui's eyes narrowed. The soul was emitting a much more docile, depressive aura. With a thought, he trembled, "It is Xiao Ruo, right?"
Truthfully, Feng Hui wasn't certain. In the Long Kingdom, the little scarlet-robed Zhi Ruo's soul was the brightest he has ever seen. To this day, the fact stood true.
Slightly hesitant, Feng Hui wished to probe through his childhood sweetheart's soul. However, this was too disrespectful. In the Long Kingdom, she had sacrificed everything for him. How could he not be moved?
Unsurprisingly, Feng Hui was stirred by this kind gesture from the little scarlet-robed Zhi Ruo. In the Long Kingdom, he was unfeeling toward her due to his loneliness, but now it was different. By reuniting with his dear family, he had regained his lost emotions.
For some reason, Feng Hui even had an inkling that there were two Zhi Ruos? How could that be possible?
When Zhi Ruo saw this celestial-like black-robed man staring straight at her, she felt her heart tremble. For some reason, she unconsciously felt close toward this mysterious man she had never seen before. With a hot blush, she lowered her head.
Why was she so shy? Feng Hui clenched his white teeth. Feeling remorseful, he wanted to hold her little hand, but he held himself back. This was definitely her soul. Yet at the same time, it wasn't.
Lifting her small face, Zhi Ruo peeked at this black-robed man. Feeling her heart threatening to burst, her beautiful phoenix eyes fluttered. This was the first time she had ever felt such strong feelings toward a man. Why was everything in her life so confusing?
"You're…" Retrieving his outreached hand, Feng Hui closed his eyes. This was not his Xiao Ruo. However, it was still her soul. In the end, it was the life experiences that shaped one's mind and existence.
From her shy look, Feng Hui could discern this with ease. This little beauty was looking at him the way one would a stranger. No matter what, this little beauty could not become the Zhi Ruo he once knew. In the Long Kingdom, it was impossible to repeat the infinite heart-wrenching moments he and Zhi Ruo had experienced together.
"Xiao Ruo… why are there two of you?" Forming a tight fist, Feng Hui looked toward the shy, docile beauty.
Hardening his heart, Feng Hui's pitch-black eyes shone with a probing light. Delving deep into her bright soul, he bit down on his thin lips. No matter what, he had to discover the reason for this phenomenon.
Suddenly, Feng Hui's eyes widened, and he lifted his sharp brow. Reaching the depths of her soul, he discovered something bizarre. With a stormy heart, he listened to the hidden message left behind by the unknown man.
"If Lord Cultivator has found this message, you must also be a cultivator like me." Hearing the saint-like voice, Feng Hui acutely tuned in to the message.
Heeding every word with the fear of missing even a single syllable, Feng Hui closed his eyes. "Lord Cultivator, this is solely a message left behind by a projection years ago. I can't force Lord Cultivator to do anything. But as a father, I'm begging for Lord Cultivator to leave my unfortunate daughter alone."
The saintly voice continued, "In my home, there is too much trouble. I've been forced to leave Zhi Ruo behind in this lower world. Furthermore, I can't personally descend at this time due to the universal restriction on aged Immortals descending to lower planes. In the Immortal World, the situation of our sect is too dire. I can't ensure her safety anymore."
"Please don't harm my daughter. If you do me this favor, I am willing to grant Lord Cultivator any one condition upon meeting. If Lord Cultivator manages to make it to the Immortal World, be it any priceless treasure, I will try my utmost best to achieve it! This one's name is Zhi Xingming: Sect Master of the Wushua Sect!"
"Lord Cultivator must be confused. In hopes of Lord Cultivator possibly helping my beloved daughter, I will attempt to explain as much as I can. I'm being chased by numerous superpowers within the Immortal World; thus, I was forced to halve Zhi Ruo's soul to protect her." Taking a deep pause, Zhi Xingming continued, "In order to increase her chance of survival, I had to do this: two chances are better than one. Allowing her soul to hide within two of the countless myriad worlds."
"Two worlds? It must be the Eastern World and Earth." Feng Hui erratically thought. Zhi Ruo's soul was halved? Then… his childhood sweetheart back in the Long Kingdom was also this shy black-haired beauty in front of him?
"Once the vital strands of Qi from Zhi Ruo's soul meet with one another, their two bodies along with their memories will automatically merge! In hopes of increasing my pitiful daughter's chance of survival, I had to do this." Zhi Xingming sighed.
"Furthermore, I'll leave some advice for Lord Cultivator of the rules to become a true Immortal! In order to become an Immortal, one must follow their own unique path and bend the world's laws to their own will! I can't say any more; otherwise, it may affect your cultivation path. Please, for the sake of our family, do not harm my little girl…" With the fading voice, the projection from Zhi Ruo's soul disappeared to nothingness. Seemingly, the message was waiting for the next opportunity to reappear when the little beauty befell danger.
"What is going on?" The entire time after seeing his childhood sweetheart, Feng Hui's mind was in disarray. Judging the age of the little beauty in front of him, she was twenty-four: the exact same age as his Xiao Ruo.
Had he not reincarnated to the past? Why was her time flow exactly the same?
Learning the background behind his childhood sweetheart, Feng Hui noticed his heart trembling. With a pair of shaky hands, he looked toward the shy-looking Zhi Ruo.
With confusion in his eyes, Feng Hui thought, "This little miss isn't my Xiao Ruo, but it's still her…"