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Wei Ning's body was still falling, and everything around him was changing rapidly. He felt the wind by his ears, constantly hearing the sound of doors opening.
"Boom, boom."
Layer upon layer, as if it came from the Primordial era, it was endless.
The stars rotated, and Wei Ning felt as if he had lived through countless ages before awakening.
The ground was pitch black, and he couldn't see his own hand in front of him.
Wei Ning struggled to rise, silently thinking, "Tell me, where is this? Where is this?"
He forced open his Yin-Yang Eye, but everything remained shrouded in darkness, as if it were the beginning of chaos.
This extreme tranquility made his heart race.
Suddenly, a pair of icy hands grasped him.
"Husband, I'm here. No matter where this is, I'm here."
Ding Ying's hands were so cold that Wei Ning couldn't help but shiver, yet warmth slowly spread in his heart.
Suddenly, a distant melody floated through the air: "Days of joy are few; days of sorrow are many. How to forget worries? With zither and wine songs."
As the song ended, everything suddenly brightened. The scene before him was filled with vibrant life; all things were free and teeming with vitality. Looking up at the sky, it was cloudless for miles, and a golden sun hung high above, radiating countless rays of light while feeling warm as jade.
In this new land filled with fresh vitality, Wei Ning held Ding Ying's hand in awe; it was almost mesmerizing. This place rivaled Liu Linglang's homeland.
Liu Linglang pouted and muttered something under her breath.
Where is this?
That question began to swirl in Wei Ning's mind.
At that moment, a figure approached from afar. Dressed in shining gold robes, he glanced at Wei Ning and smiled. "Has my song 'Good Fortune' caught your attention?"
Wei Ning let out a bitter laugh and asked, "Excuse me, where exactly is this place? Why is there no one around?"
"Why is there no one?" The newcomer chuckled lightly. "One person is already full, and many people would also fill it up; naturally, there is no room for others."
"How did I end up here?" Wei Ning exclaimed in astonishment.
The Golden-Clad Man replied with a smile, "You and I are of the same kind, no longer within the Six Paths of Reincarnation. The world is vast, but there is no place for either of us. If we cannot find shelter here, then where else can we go?"
Wei Ning felt his head spinning from the Golden-Clad Man's words and said in frustration, "What exactly is this place? Can I go back?"
"Hahaha." The Golden-Clad Man laughed heartily. "Return? Where would you return to? Instead of worrying about that, why not stay here in this endless path and directly cut off your troubles through cultivation? From here, you can enter the path of liberation without any barriers, and in time, you will achieve the right fruit. What do you think?"
Wei Ning shook his head firmly. "I still have many things waiting for me to do. I want to go back."
The Golden-Clad Man nodded and glanced at Liu Linglang, who was watching him from the side. "Child, what about you? Do you want to stay? You are a hybrid born from the Drought Demon Essence and the Four Pillars of Complete Yin's Infant Spirit. If it weren't for Old Wang calling me out in time to stop you earlier, along with that girl's formation sealing part of your power, do you even know what you were doing just now? If you had truly released those hundred thousand Yin Spirits into the human realm, chaos would ensue, leading to a catastrophe lasting a hundred years."
Liu Linglang retorted, "That nasty woman wanted to kill my sister; I had to help! Anyone who bullies Wei Ning or my sister deserves my help."
The Golden-Clad Man chuckled in disbelief. "Helping isn't done like that. You must cultivate yourself well; with your deep fortune and blessings, your future achievements will surely surpass mine. If you can settle your mind and practice with me in this endless hell, within a thousand years, you will definitely attain the right fruit. How does that sound?"
"What is the right fruit? Is it tasty?" Liu Linglang asked dreamily while looking at Wei Ning.
The three of them were momentarily speechless.
The Golden-Clad Man then asked, "And you, Girl? You've been in this mortal world for too long and have been tainted by too much human smoke and fire. If you're willing, I can help you reincarnate."
"No thanks," Ding Ying shook her head and said. "I want to be with my husband forever, never to part."
The Golden-Clad Man sighed and said, "Stories of lovesick men and women seem to exist in every era. That fellow with the surname Wu was foolish enough; who would have thought... Well then, how about this: You can stay in the Underworld if you wish, but remember to cultivate more and expose yourself less. Don't casually stroll around with an umbrella; isn't it nice inside the Red Pearl?"
Ding Ying blushed slightly at his words.
"Alright, since the three of you are so determined, I will comply. If it were anyone else, I wouldn't bother, but that Wang Chuyi has been good to me. Seeing him in such a daze annoys me. Here’s the deal: close your eyes, and I will send you back to life."
With that, Wei Ning closed his eyes, and the Golden-Clad Man vanished, leaving behind his resonant chant.
Outside the house, Zhang Niu paced back and forth with his hands clasped behind his back. His wife had been in labor for three hours, and he blamed their poverty for not being able to afford a hospital. Instead, they had to rely on an old woman from the village to assist with the delivery. If things went wrong, it would be a tragedy for both mother and child. How could he face Cuihua's father, his own father, and their ancestors?
"Take a deep breath, exhale... I didn't tell you to fart!" The Midwife was drenched in sweat and flustered. In all her years of delivering babies, she had never encountered such a bizarre situation. Normally, a baby would come out headfirst during a natural birth; even in a difficult delivery, it would at least come out feet first. But this child simply wouldn’t budge no matter how hard she pulled.
Cuihua's cries echoed incessantly, each sound striking Zhang Niu's heart like salt on an open wound. What could he do?
Zhang Niu lit another incense stick and prayed in the main room. However, the various deities that once adorned the walls had long since peeled away during the Cultural Revolution. The imposing Ten Great Marshals hanging above had remained unchanged for decades.
"O great marshals, please bless my wife and child with safety. I beg you," Zhang Niu knelt before the statues, bowing repeatedly.
"It's coming!" shouted the Midwife from inside.
Zhang Niu stood up in shock and exclaimed, "Is that really possible?! Thank you, marshals! Thank you!"
He dashed into the room like a bolt of lightning.
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