Invincible Immortal Cultivator in the City -
Chapter 136 - 135: Sea of Flowers
Chapter 136: Chapter 135: Sea of Flowers
"Thump!"
Yao Wuya knelt with such a heavy, sudden gesture.
"Old Master, what are you doing?" Lin Hao quickly reached out, wanting to help him up.
"Master Lin, your medical skills are nothing short of miraculous. I would like to ask a favor of you, a favor worth such a grand gesture," Yao Wuya earnestly said.
Kneeling before Lin Hao, he didn’t feel there was anything inappropriate about it.
In the Cultivation World, power is paramount; the strong are revered as seniors.
Although Lin Hao’s strength fell just short of his own, his exceptional medical skills more than compensated for that difference.
Moreover, wasn’t Lin Hao his life-saving benefactor?
"Old Master, there’s no need for this." Lin Hao had lived for a thousand years; although Yao Wuya’s kneeling wasn’t undeserved, he still felt somewhat uncomfortable with it.
Enemies can kneel, but not friends.
Lin Hao was quite fond of Yao Wuya’s character, considering him one of his own:
"If you have something to say, please stand up first. If you don’t stand up, I might not even agree to your request."
"Alright." Hearing Lin Hao say this, Yao Wuya knew there was hope and slowly got to his feet.
"What assistance do you require from me?" Lin Hao asked only after he stood up.
"I need your help to cure someone," Yao Wuya said gravely.
"Who?" Lin Hao asked.
A touch of sorrow flashed in Yao Wuya’s eyes: "My wife."
"Your wife?" Lin Hao looked slightly startled; wasn’t Yao Wuya’s wife supposed to be dead?
"That’s right."
Yao Wuya nodded, without waiting for Lin Hao to ask further, he walked to a large mirror in the room.
His fist clenched, he threw a punch.
"Bang."
The intact mirror cracked like a spider web instantly, then its fragments fell to the ground, scattering everywhere.
Behind the mirror, Lin Hao saw a door.
A wooden door.
"Master Lin, please follow me."
Yao Wuya opened the door and led the way in; behind it was a passage. The passage was very narrow at the start, but after about three meters, it became much more spacious, with a width of four meters.
And in the center of the passage, there was a carriage.
The carriage looked old, seemingly many years old.
"Master Lin, please."
Yao Wuya invited Lin Hao onto the carriage and then took the driver’s seat himself, turned on the car lights, and drove forward into the darkness.
The passage was somewhat dark, but as the carriage passed, lights along the roadside lit up one by one.
Lin Hao, sitting in the carriage, appeared somewhat puzzled.
Was Yao Wuya’s wife still alive?
If so, it was quite enviable, achieving a truly enduring union, but the question was, why construct such a secret passage?
Perhaps there was a hidden story.
He didn’t ask further; if Yao Wuya had wanted to speak, he would have already. The answer might just be at the end of the passage.
After about ten minutes, the carriage finally arrived at the end of the passage.
As with the entrance, the path at the end became very narrow, and they had to leave the carriage and walk.
Three meters later, the view suddenly opened up.
Lin Hao was slightly taken aback. At the end of this passage, there surprisingly lay a pastoral garden nestled in the mountains.
Stepping out of the passage, he immediately beheld a field brimming with blooming flowers, the gentle breeze causing countless petals to sway, extraordinarily beautiful.
In addition, there were lush green plants everywhere, the view breathtakingly picturesque, like a painting.
It was indeed a perfect place for seclusion.
In the midst of the flowers, there was a cobblestone path leading to a small bungalow at the end.
The bungalow, though small, was exquisite, with a courtyard furnished with tables and chairs.
Yao Wuya arrived here and became significantly more silent. He led Lin Hao along the cobblestone path into the bungalow, pushing the door open.
The instant the door opened, a wave of cold air assaulted the senses.
This small bungalow was actually sealed off, the interior filled with chilly air, like a refrigerator.
In the center of the bungalow was a stone bed, and on it lay a woman. She appeared very young, around thirty years old, gorgeously dressed, her beauty frozen in its most splendid moment.
"Master Lin, this is my wife, Zheng Shuya," Yao Wuya spoke in a low voice, his emotions betraying immense sorrow, "It was for her revenge that I was afflicted with a lingering illness."
"She was poisoned just like me, but being an ordinary person, she was unable to resist the venom’s spread. Before I could avenge her, she was already nearing her end."
"In the past, she wished for me to retire from Cultivation World and return to our pastoral life from our youth, so I brought her here and preserved her in ice, hoping that one day, there might be a chance to save her."
Looking at the woman lying in tranquility before him, Lin Hao’s expression grew somber. A long while after Yao Wuya had stopped speaking, he finally said:
"She’s dead."
These three words, as they left Lin Hao’s mouth, clearly showed Yao Wuya’s body quivering for a moment, nearly collapsing, his complexion turning exceedingly awful.
"In truth, you should already know," Lin Hao said placidly, "With the medical knowledge and capabilities of your time, and even now, it’s impossible to preserve someone in ice..."
"My apologies, Elder, I am powerless to save your wife."
Yao Wuya’s deep affection for his wife touched Lin Hao, and he truly wished he could help, but it was simply impossible.
Yao Wuya’s actions contradicted common sense. Such a rudimentary method of preservation could maybe meet Yao Wuya’s expectations for a short duration, but as time passed...
The person preserved would be certain to die.
Yao Wuya had actually known this outcome long ago.
When he had carried his wife here, she was already on her last breath, and back then, Yao Wuya had no other options.
Years had gone by, and he was well aware of the minuscule chance to bring her back to life, almost nonexistent.
Yet, he still clung to a sliver of hope.
No one in this world, other than himself, knew there was a person hidden here.
Until Lin Hao appeared, bringing him hope, which was why he had brought Lin Hao to this place.
With Lin Hao’s words, the last bit of his hope dissipated like smoke.
"Don’t grieve too deeply; now is the time for your recovery," Lin Hao consoled him.
"I’m alright, I’m fine," tears flowed from Yao Wuya’s aging eyes, "Actually, I should’ve come to terms with this long ago—long ago indeed."
He knelt before the woman, lowering his head, his aged frame shuddering with intermittent sobs.
He was crying.
Even when he faced unbearable pain, close to death, he had never shed a tear, but now he wept.
It would likely surprise anyone to see the formidable Yao Wuya reveal such tender emotions.
After a long time, Yao Wuya lifted his head, wiping away his tears, though one could clearly see the puffiness around his eyes.
"She suffered much throughout these years. Master Lin, could you assist this old man in giving her a proper burial?"
"Of course."
Lin Hao nodded in agreement, promising to fulfill the task, which was not a difficult one.
"While she was alive, Shuya said she loved flowers, so I planted a sea of flowers here every year, different flowers for different seasons, hoping she would wake up and see the world I had created for her first."
"Now that she can no longer awaken, let her eternally sleep amidst the sea of flowers. From this day forth, as long as Yao Wuya lives, the flowers here will bloom each day."
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