Back to the Past

In the endless starry sky.

A beam of light, like a comet, plunged into the depths of the universe.

Yi Feng stood with his hands behind his back, quietly watching it all, a faint smile on his lips.

The four of them—Gouzi and the others—still followed at Yi Feng’s side.

Seeing the reluctance on Gouzi and Centipede’s faces, Yi Feng smiled and said, “If you want to go find him, then go ahead.”

“Thank you, Master!” Gouzi and Centipede’s eyes lit up with excitement.

With that, Gouzi and Centipede turned into streaks of light, racing off in the direction where the earlier beam had vanished.

“Master, what about us?” Black Bear and Spirit King asked in unison.

Yi Feng replied with a calm smile, “Milk, your bloodline is no ordinary one. You are the spirit beast left behind by Eternal Calamity Sovereign. He left some inheritance for you, and you must return with me to receive it.”

“As you command, Master,” Black Bear said respectfully.

“As for you…” Yi Feng turned to Spirit King.

“You were also a great general left by Eternal Calamity Sovereign. Now that you exist only as a soul, I could find you a vessel directly, but that would not be your original body.”

“For the sake of your future and accomplishments, come back with me and reincarnate within my world.”

“As you command, Master,” Spirit King said reverently.

Several days passed in a flash.

Having arranged everything, Yi Feng finally found a moment of peace.

He visited the site of the old mountain village, stood before the entrance of a small courtyard, and quietly gazed into the distance, waiting for his beloved.

Time flowed like water, and the seasons turned.

Days came and went with the rising and setting of the sun.

Yi Feng was in no hurry.

He went to a nearby village at the foot of the mountain and cleared a plot of land.

Spending many days and much effort, he built a small courtyard with whitewashed walls and green tiles, just as he remembered.

The table, chairs, bed, even the cups and bowls, were all crafted by his own hands.

Behind the courtyard, he also reclaimed a patch of farmland.

There, he planted many vegetables and fruits—all varieties that Bai Piaopiao loved.

Doing these things made Yi Feng feel fulfilled, eased the anxiety of waiting, and made up for the debt he felt he owed Bai Piaopiao.

He turned his longing into action, hoping that when his beloved returned, she would feel the warmth of home and return to their past happy life.

It was an utterly ordinary day, no different from any other.

Yi Feng was brewing wine in the courtyard when suddenly, he felt an inner resonance.

He looked up.

There, walking gracefully toward the small courtyard, was a woman of otherworldly bearing, her steps light and elegant.

Their eyes met. A thousand unspoken words seemed to pass between them, yet all they could do was let their eyes redden.

Yi Feng rushed out of the courtyard, racing toward the one he had longed for.

Bai Piaopiao seemed not yet to have come to her senses. She gazed at Yi Feng, dazed, as if confirming that this was no dream or illusion, or perhaps overwhelmed by joy, she stood frozen in place.

Before Bai Piaopiao could react, Yi Feng was already before her, pulling her tightly into his arms.

Bai Piaopiao froze for a moment. Feeling Yi Feng’s warmth and tenderness, she finally came back to herself.

She choked out, “Husband…”

The moment those words left her lips, Bai Piaopiao felt her heart clench, a sharp pang in her nose, and tears streamed uncontrollably down her face.

Her vision blurred with tears, and she could no longer speak.

Yi Feng held his beloved tightly.

Feeling the turmoil of her emotions, his heart ached as if pierced.

He whispered softly, “Piaopiao, I’ve missed you so much. You’ve suffered and worried all these days. I’ll make it up to you.”

Bai Piaopiao sobbed and trembled in Yi Feng’s arms, like a wounded and lost little bird.

As Yi Feng’s only wife and dao companion, Bai Piaopiao shared countless bonds with him.

Back then, to prevent the Red Moon Sovereign from spying on Yi Feng’s refinement of his world through karmic threads, nearly everyone close to Yi Feng had reincarnated.

This was done to confuse the Red Moon Sovereign, to hide Yi Feng’s identity and sever all karmic ties with his past.

Now that the Red Moon Sovereign had been vanquished by Yi Feng, and Bai Piaopiao had awakened through the virtual realm, they could finally reunite and acknowledge each other.

Yi Feng said softly, “It’s all right. From now on, we can be together every day.”

Bai Piaopiao nodded, holding Yi Feng even tighter.

She had so much to say to him—her grievances, the lingering ache of missing him even after reincarnation, the joy of her return.

But in the end, she could only hold him close.

Yi Feng gently stroked his beloved’s jade-like back, soothing her until she gradually calmed.

He spoke into her ear of how much he had missed her, of the portraits he had painted and the clay figurines he had shaped.

He tenderly kissed Bai Piaopiao’s forehead, wiped away the glistening tears on her delicate face, and kissed her flushed cheeks and soft lips.

Her fragrance, like an orchid, intoxicated Yi Feng, and the feeling of having found what was lost filled him with boundless contentment.

The two held each other, feeling each other’s familiar yet unfamiliar presence, their warmth, their breath.

In this moment.

The sun is no longer scorching, the wind is no longer howling, and the birds are no longer chirping noisily.

Everything seems to remain the same, yet it appears to have become even more beautiful.

Time passes slowly.

Life in the small courtyard is peaceful and wonderful.

Under Bai Piaopiao's care, the small courtyard is full of blooming flowers, looking beautiful and serene.

Bai Piaopiao, who is weeding the flowerbed in the courtyard, instructs, "Husband, go and pick some white magnolias for me. Remember to keep the leaves and branches."

"Sure. Is there anything else you'd like me to do, my dear?"

Bai Piaopiao pretends to be in deep thought. After a moment, she says, "Also fetch some mountain spring water. I'll make tea for you this afternoon."

"Got it!"

Yi Feng smiles gently.

Seeing Yi Feng like this, Bai Piaopiao can't help but burst into laughter.

In the afternoon.

Bai Piaopiao lights the charcoal to boil water, cleans the cups and tea bowls, and makes tea for Yi Feng.

These tea leaves are all stir - fried by Bai Piaopiao herself. Mixed with flowers and plants, they have a pleasant fragrance and a sweeter taste.

Yi Feng leisurely sips the tea brewed by his beloved wife, looking extremely content.

Bai Piaopiao says in boredom, "Husband, I'm planning to build a school nearby as I did before to teach the children in the village to read and write. What do you think?"

"Okay. I'll level a piece of land right away and help you build the school."

They have a lot of free time on weekdays.

Yi Feng knows that Bai Piaopiao can't stay idle and loves children, so he naturally supports her hobbies.

"Well, then you can teach those little kids to practice boxing later, so that they can learn both literature and martial arts."

"Just do as you say."

Bai Piaopiao nods in satisfaction, with a charming smile on her face.

In the following days, their life is peaceful and fulfilling.

They either plant flowers together or educate the children together...

It seems that life has returned to the old days.

There is sweetness in the plainness and stability in the tranquility.