Longevity, starting from being a chicken raising servant-Chapter 1566 - 97 Dongyang Anecdotes_2

"Fairy... it is not that this old man doubts you, but I am merely a broken shell. How could I have earned the favor of your esteemed master?"

Wang Qingyang did not conceal anything and spoke truthfully:

"You are a reincarnation of a senior from our sect. At the moment of your birth, I should have awakened you and guided you back to our sect. However, to let you fulfill your filial duties in this lifetime to your parents, I chose to leave you here, waiting until all your mortal matters were resolved and your deeds achieved perfection, before bringing you back."

"I... I am the reincarnation of an immortal?!"

Upon hearing such shocking news, Song Dongyang couldn’t help but be stupefied.

"Ahem, well, not quite an immortal. Rather, a half-step into Immortal Ascension."

Wang Qingyang thought for a moment and corrected herself.

"Half-step into Immortal Ascension?"

Song Dongyang was bewildered, yet his mind seemed to flicker with fragmented scenes.

A sky filled with thunderclouds, a dreadful lightning strike crashing straight down on him...

He shuddered violently, snapping out of the terrifying memory of being struck by lightning.

"Why would there be heavenly lightning strikes? Could it be that I was a vile villain of unforgivable sins in my past life?"

He couldn’t help recalling tales he’d heard in his youth from various storybooks.

Both shocked and perplexed, his heart was torn.

It wasn’t that he was troubled by being a great villain in his past life, but more so knowing that such individuals often attracted calamities, making longevity quite precarious.

Far better, he thought, to adhere to the righteous path, ensuring steadiness and lasting peace.

This revelation, however, corroborated one point—the Fairy before him, who claimed to be his senior sister, had not deceived him. freeweɓnovel.cѳm

A trace of joy rose in his heart.

But then he immediately thought of his aging body, and the joy was extinguished as he said gloomily:

"Senior Sister Qingyang, you have come too late. I am already old, my death not far away, merely relying on this last breath to hold on. Even if you guide me now, I fear I lack the strength for cultivation."

Hearing this, Wang Qingyang smiled gently:

"Since Master left you here, how could there not be preparations in place?"

Saying so, she lightly formed a hand seal and blew softly on Song Dongyang’s forehead.

In the next moment, a bottle shimmering with starlight emerged from between Song Dongyang’s brows and landed before him.

Starlight rippled, flowing like water, mesmerizing in beauty.

"This, this is..."

Seeing the bottle, Song Dongyang trembled all over. He felt an inexplicable sense of familiarity etched deep within his soul.

It was as though he had been with this bottle for millennia.

Before Wang Qingyang could speak, Song Dongyang blurted out:

"The Star Vase! It’s the Star Vase!"

With his exclamation.

From within the Star Vase, a virtual image of a young girl materialized. Her eyes sparkled with spiritual light, and upon seeing Song Dongyang, she immediately revealed a joyous expression.

Soon after, as if realizing something, she gently cupped her small hand over the Star Vase, scooping up a shimmering portion of starlight water, which transformed into a slender thread that flew straight into Song Dongyang’s forehead.

The starlight water swiftly spread throughout his entire body.

His body involuntarily floated upward.

Song Dongyang felt a sudden burst of vitality, as though his consciousness, dormant for years, had abruptly awakened.

Countless unfamiliar yet familiar fragments began pouring in, surging into his mind.

Wanxiang Sect, Xingdou Peak, Master, Junior Brothers, Sect Master Shao, Diwu Hall...

As the Star Vase’s starlight cleansed Song Dongyang.

A subtle resonance seemed to emerge.

Outside, the clouds dissipated and the rain cleared. Through the broken roof, water droplets became sparse.

The radiance of the stars and moon, which had been dimmed, suddenly shone brightly again, cascading into the dilapidated old house. Bits of starlight slipped through the broken parts, landing on Song Dongyang.

He slowly opened his eyes.

At this moment, clarity surpassed the chaos, a luminous tranquility filled the space.

Though still in the form of an old man, he no longer bore signs of decay, as if he had undergone bone replacement, exuding youthful vigor.

Looking at Wang Qingyang, he stood steadily in the room, clasped his hands, and saluted:

"Dongyang pays respects to Senior Sister."

Wang Qingyang clapped her hands in admiration:

"In one night, Junior Brother has attained enlightenment and established his foundation. Truly a natural Dao seed, destined for long life!"

Song Dongyang’s expression remained serene as he shook his head, saying:

"If not for Master and Senior Sister, I would still be waiting for death."

Seeing Song Dongyang’s lack of elation or sorrow, Wang Qingyang became somewhat concerned. Remembering what she knew of her Junior Brother’s situation, she asked:

"Junior Brother, do you wish to seek vengeance and justice?"

A hint of hesitation finally appeared on Song Dongyang’s face as he uttered softly:

"Is it possible?"

Wang Qingyang promptly nodded:

"Repay kindness with kindness, exact retaliation for wrongs—why would it not be?"

"Repay kindness with kindness, exact retaliation for wrongs..."

Song Dongyang murmured the phrase, his eyes gradually filling with clarity before he lightly shook his head:

"No need, Senior Sister. I ask only that you take the trouble to return me to the sect."

Wang Qingyang was momentarily surprised by Song Dongyang’s decision:

"Junior Brother, you won’t be seeking vengeance?"

Song Dongyang’s gaze was calm as he replied:

"Self-destruction, the collapse of nations and families—these things happen in an instant. Their suffering still lies ahead, as for me... no matter what I do, it cannot bring them back..."

A flicker of melancholy passed through his eyes but was soon extinguished.

Wang Qingyang listened to Song Dongyang’s words, momentarily at a loss for what to say.

This newly inducted Junior Brother had a disposition quite different from the senior she once knew.

Yet, since Song Dongyang had made his choice, she refrained from persuading him further, nodding before saying:

"Then let’s be on our way; Master is already waiting for us."

With that, she swept her sleeve, her mana enveloping Song Dongyang as they vanished silently from the old house.

When they reappeared, it was in the night sky.

Song Dongyang looked down at the houses below, the slumbering soldiers around them. His eyes reflected a trace of nostalgia, but soon enough, that nostalgia was replaced by a profound anticipation.