The fairies I flirted with in the game became real?!

Chapter 393: What Am I in the Eyes of My Big Brother?

The bloodline of the Evil Clan could not cultivate, or at least could not learn the cultivation techniques of the Cultivation World.

Therefore, the villagers of Black Cloud Fort greatly envied cultivators.

So much so that when the Temple-Sealing Lord and his group of demon cultivators arrived at Black Cloud Fort, many villagers were willing to join and follow the demon cultivators, if only for the ethereal art of cultivation.

Grandma Valley was powerful with great divine power and held the secrets of the ancient Evil Clan’s bloodline.

Yet she never shared these secrets with the villagers; she did not even have disciples or apprentices around her.

The entire Black Cloud Fort was made up of mortals, with only Grandma Valley as the powerful and extraordinary exception.

Now when the villagers learned that Little Wild Grass had an ageless appearance, they were immediately filled with envy, knowing that this girl from years past must have stepped onto the path of cultivation and gained some cultivation level.

Li Muyang and Little Wild Grass’s arrival stirred up a small craze in the village.

This was beyond Li Muyang’s expectations.

In the past, Jiang Xiaoyu in Black Cloud Fort was just an orphan with no parents, barely noticeable.

But now, upon Jiang Xiaoyu’s return to the village, when the villagers heard he had come back, they visited in droves to see what had become of the young man who had left the village for twenty years.

Many children and young people around the age of seventeen or eighteen surrounded Li Muyang, curiously asking about the outside world and whether the cultivators and immortals between heaven and earth were as powerful as the legends said.

Although Grandma Valley never restricted the villagers’ freedom, the descendants of the Evil Clan who had lived in Black Cloud Fort for generations rarely ventured out of the vast mountains to make their way in the outside world.

Over the years, the only person who had left Black Cloud Fort to struggle and survive in the outside world and then returned home alive was Li Muyang.

Those of Li Muyang’s age had now grown graying at the temples, had offspring, and many even had grandchildren.

The simple and kind-hearted villagers welcomed these two travelers, who had been away for twenty years, in their own way.

Many villagers brought vegetables and fruit, fearing they had nothing to eat since they had just moved back.

Although the Evil Clan lived with the Ancient Evil God, aside from the demonic power in their bloodline, the villagers of Black Cloud Fort were truly just simple and friendly ordinary villagers.

Li Muyang and Little Wild Grass settled down peacefully in the village, receiving a welcome beyond their expectations.

They also began to learn farming, opening up two acres of wasteland outside of Black Cloud Fort and learning to grow crops like the villagers.

In the past, Li Muyang did not need to farm, as following the demon cultivators like the Temple-Sealing Lord, the demon cultivators would provide him with silver coins and living supplies.

But twenty years ago, after Li Muyang left the village, Grandma Valley had a complete fallout with the demon cultivators behind the mountain.

Ever since then, the demon cultivators were no longer able to set foot in Black Cloud Fort.

All the villagers of Black Cloud Fort who had followed the demon cultivators were coldly driven out by Grandma Valley and forbidden to return.

The Black Cloud Fort of today had long returned to how it was before the arrival of demon cultivators.

Simple, primal, kind-hearted, it was just an ordinary small mountain village.

The peculiar phenomena outside Black Cloud Fort also disappeared one by one.

Obviously, they were removed by Grandma Valley herself.

The Temple-Sealing Lord and other demon cultivators were completely reclusive inside the caves, hardly ever showing themselves outside.

The new generation of villagers didn’t know what was going on with the demon cultivators in the caves behind the mountain, assuming them to be the terrifying monsters spoken of by their ancestors, so they dared not approach.

After living a peaceful life in Black Cloud Fort for two months, Li Muyang, restraining his impatience, went through two months of daily routine with Little Wild Grass.

During this time, he did not inquire about the discussions on the Exquisite Platform.

She lifted her head in a flurry, her gaze flitting, wanting to say something but found herself unable to speak a word.

Li Muyang, however, paid no heed to her and continued on his own.

"As for the dismal future, the fact you won’t live more than three hundred years..."

Li Muyang shook his head: "You group of Immortals really make one envious."

"Ordinary people deem it rare to live peacefully until their sixties or seventies."

"Yet you can live eternally, and even three or five hundred years is not satisfying for you."

"Even if you have only three hundred years left, what of it?"

Li Muyang gave Little Wild Grass a sidelong glance: "If you hadn’t stepped onto the path of cultivation back then, you would’ve been just like me, withering with age and half-buried in the ground by now."

"At least after I die, you’d still have one or two hundred years to live."

Li Muyang rarely dished out harsh realities, but at this moment, faced with the disheartened Little Wild Grass, he felt compelled to inject some tough love.

"What matters isn’t how much longer you have to live, but how you choose to live your life from now on."

Even faced with desperate situations, Jade Immortal managed to establish South River City and shelter a region.

Could it be that the prodigious Immortal girl I’ve painstakingly raised would simply surrender and admit defeat in the face of a dark catastrophe?

Li Muyang looked at Little Wild Grass and said, "Knowing you’ll die in two or three hundred years, don’t you have anything you want to do before that?"

"No unfulfilled wishes? No grand deeds you want to accomplish?"

"Surely, you’re not so defeated that you would just nestle in a mountain hollow to farm for three hundred years, are you?"

Li Muyang shook his head continuously, further scolding Little Wild Grass.

His words made Little Wild Grass pause for a moment.

Suddenly, the gaze of the Immortal girl towards Li Muyang changed, taking on a peculiar intensity.

She scrutinized Li Muyang, her eyes sweeping over him from head to toe.

Feeling her gaze upon him, Li Muyang was taken aback.

Li Muyang instinctively shrank back, feeling somewhat guilty.

"Hey! What are you trying to do?"

You stubborn girl, the reason I scold you is to push you to regain your dedication and confidence.

Not for you to act like a rebellious younger sister!

Li Muyang, alarmed, quickly retreated.

Little Wild Grass, however, blinked and kept her eyes fixed on Li Muyang.

"If there’s any unfulfilled wish I have before death... then there indeed is one."

The Immortal girl, eyeing Li Muyang, slowly approached.

"Big brother, what do you really think of me deep down?"

Little Wild Grass got close to Li Muyang and asked, her eyes intently fixed on him, speaking softly.

"In your eyes, am I merely a sister? Or... a woman?"