With hands clasped together, his expression was devout.

He murmured softly, as if reciting an ancestral rite text. Moreover, the girl could vaguely hear a voice from the man, calm yet filled with deep longing.

"... I travel far, under the protection of heaven and earth and the blessings of my ancestors, I am healthy, and all affairs go smoothly, fortunately without causing any concern to you."

"Since leaving the kind faces, time has flown swiftly, though the path of seeking immortality is weary and dusty, my diet is moderate, my living regular, never being ill, wherever I go, I am aided by good friends, like bathing in the spring breeze."

"Apart from official duties, I always remember the teachings at home, study diligently without slack."

"The elderly at home, please take care of your warmth and coldness, Mother, has your old illness been cured? Father, when practicing Tai Chi in the morning, do not stop because of the cold. Although I am in a foreign land, my heart is always tied to the hall, and I only wish you health and longevity."

"At the end of the year, I shall return, bringing with me scenes from distant lands to comfort your hearts. The paper is short, but the affection is long, unable to fully express..."

A trace of confusion flashed in her eyes.

She never doubted Jiang Feng's literary talent. For her, to secretly hide inside a room and ponder for a month, she might not have been able to come up with such words. However, it wasn't this letter to the family that puzzled her, but its content.

If she remembered correctly, Jiang Feng lost his parents from a young age, seemingly both due to illness. With the capabilities of the Cen Family Village, it was naturally easy to investigate his living conditions. This was also why Cen Yueyue, despite knowing Jiang Feng was almost killed by Yu Rou, never spoke ill of him behind his back.

Because the Yan Family truly raised him for seventeen years.

The sky was clear yet slightly dark, the heavy rain yesterday only paused somewhat today. However, before they officially embarked on their journey, they naturally had to first worship their ancestors.

He didn't speak, yet it was as if he sensed the girl's confusion, his voice gentle and refined.

"Do you believe in past lives?"

"I do."

"... I can't handle this."

Another one who doesn't follow the rules.

But for those cultivating immortality, past lives seemed nothing strange.

He placed the three sticks of incense in the incense burner before him, marking his first visit home to pay respects after embarking on the path of immortality. The incense burner emitted a peculiar power, which even appeared to be quite a spiritual magic artifact.

The three sticks of incense, once planted in the incense ashes, would burn tirelessly. If undisturbed, they could continue to burn for decades. Such specifications could probably only be accomplished by Jiang Feng.

"Yue Yue, there are actually no remains of my parents under this grave mound."

"Ah?"

The first sentence was a bombshell.

Long ago, he learned about Demon Night True Monarch and found out that he was a creation of the other party. He didn't believe in evil and went up the mountain himself to see. But the fact was the ground under the grave was empty; it couldn't even be called a grave with clothes and hats.

"In this life, I am a rootless person. Believe it or not, I have never met my parents in this life. I don't even have any impression of them. In my memory, it has always been the Yan Family that raised me to adulthood."

The girl nodded slightly, merely adopting a very obedient demeanor as she listened.

The man turned to look at the girl, his eyes full of tenderness. After yesterday's dual cultivation, they had truly begun to understand each other's hearts, especially since the person before him was so beautiful and captivating.

The Southern Border girl, who was somewhat enchanting in her Hundred Birds Robe yesterday, was nowhere to be seen, replaced by the most common attire of a Central Plains girl.

A long robe of plain snow silk, the sleeves like flowing clouds, unadorned with bead embroidery, only sparsely embroidered branches of plum blossoms with dark silver thread along the neck edge, a pale white silk belt tied around the waist, loosened into an endless loop, two drops of icy-colored tassels hanging down and swaying gently with the morning breeze.

Her black hair was styled into a bun, adorned with a white jade hairpin at the top, the pin head carved into a half-open flower bud, and inside it concealed lapis lazuli, glinting faintly blue under the sun. Even though Jiang Feng liked her little witch look in the Hundred Birds Robe, from his aesthetic point of view, Cen Yueyue's appearance was enough to captivate him entirely.

"From the moment I was born, I possessed a memory that should not belong to me."

"Even now, I can't discern whether I took over this body or whether someone had arranged my path and imbued this memory into me from the moment of birth."

"This memory doesn't belong to this world, nor the future, but to another world. This is why I possess so much trickery; I've never considered myself talented, simply standing on the shoulders of predecessors."

"How was the mushroom cloud that erupted when I fought Wu Mingsheng last time?"

The young man laughed freely.

The two of them walked together to the edge of the small hill, looking at the distant, mist-covered scenery, feeling a sense of nostalgia. Today, Cen Yueyue chose to become a listener, sensing her man's strong desire to express himself. These words must have been pent up in his heart for a long time.

For cultivators, as long as their divine soul remains, they are neither dead nor gone. If Jiang Feng possessed such a great opportunity from birth, she wouldn't feel surprised. On the contrary, without the opportunity, Jiang Feng would not have such achievements today.

"Very powerful. Not to mention a remnant soul of a spiritual beast, even a genuine Nascent Soul Stage expert would struggle to withstand it. Is this your opportunity?"

"Yes."

Nodding.

There was no intention of hiding anything. The two were already at a point of mingling divine souls. If Cen Yueyue wished, she could see everything clearly. But some things had to be said by oneself; this is... a matter of attitude.

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