At the sight of the name “Chen Miaomiao,” Chen Miemie froze for a long while.
How could he not be familiar with that name? It was the only family member listed in his household registration records.
He sank onto the sofa, unsure whether he was deep in thought or simply lost in a daze.
“So that’s how it is. So that’s how it is… In the end, you really did wait for me.”
Chen Miemie took out his watch, selected Chen Miaomiao’s name from his contacts, and deliberated for a long time before finally sending four words:
Where are you?
After sending the message, he actually felt a rare trace of nervousness.
Ever since the day he awoke in Sixiang City, he had kept putting off contacting Chen Miaomiao. Part of him was afraid that his identity would be exposed, and part of him simply didn’t know how they were supposed to interact.
After everything he had been through, he had finally taken the next step.
“No matter what, some things have to be faced eventually. Chen Miaomiao, I look forward to meeting you for the ‘first’ time.”
The next hour or so passed in waiting. Before long, he drifted off to sleep, and by then he still hadn’t received a reply.
The next day at noon, Chen Miemie woke from a late-morning nap.
The first thing he did was check his watch.
There was a new message, but it wasn’t from Chen Miaomiao.
Still no reply?
Chen Miemie frowned slightly. He himself was exceptionally slow at replying to messages—his first message had taken several months to send—so he wasn’t particularly impatient. What concerned him was whether Chen Miaomiao had run into some kind of trouble after being out of contact for so long.
He opened the new message.
Time: 10:15 a.m.
Sender: [Chenpi]
Message: Are you up yet? The sun’s practically burning your backside. Come to the library if you’re free today. I need to talk to you about something. And let me make this clear: come alone. Don’t bring dozens of books as bodyguards.
Chen Miemie happened to want to ask [Chenpi] or Silence about Chen Miaomiao’s recent circumstances, so he replied, “I’ll be there soon.”
Using the spatial wormhole, Chen Miemie teleported directly to the library’s fourth basement level.
Unexpectedly, the defensive formation had already been repaired. The moment it detected the abnormal spatial fluctuations, a shrill alarm began blaring.
“Knew it was you. Someone shut off the security system—it’s giving me a headache.”
[Chenpi], who had rushed over, waved a hand. One of her attendants immediately ran off.
The alarm stopped soon afterward.
Inside [Chenpi]’s private room, Chen Miemie sat in a soft, high-backed leather chair, facing [Chenpi] across an empty table. The two of them stared at each other.
“Hey, [Chenpi], you called me here, but you don’t even have tea ready. Is this any way to treat a guest?”
“Cut the nonsense. Chen Miemie, tell me—where is [The King in Yellow]? Can you get in touch with him?”
Chen Miemie’s eyes shifted. “Tell me what this is about first. Then I’ll tell you whether I can contact him.”
“This concerns top-secret information. Don’t ask questions.”
“Oh.” Chen Miemie nodded. “Then I can’t contact him.”
“Hey, you represented the New Species in discussions with the witches and the Scholar’s Academy. And now you’re telling me you can’t contact their leader? Don’t mess around. This is important.”
Chen Miemie cleared his throat. “I, [Chenpi], am the New Species’ plenipotentiary representative. Whatever you need to discuss with him, you can discuss with me.”
[Chenpi] eyed Chen Miemie suspiciously for quite some time. “Really? With your level of strength, you’d only be a minor underling over there.”
Chen Miemie held the initiative now and couldn’t be bothered to argue. He pretended to stand. “If you’re not going to talk, I’m leaving. I’m busy.”
“Wait!” [Chenpi] hurriedly leaped to her feet and grabbed the hem of Chen Miemie’s clothes. “Then you have to promise you won’t let this leak.”
“Relax. What kind of person do you think I am? Unless someone threatens or bribes me, I’m very good at keeping my mouth shut.”
The two of them sat back down.
Once they truly began discussing business, neither of them continued fooling around.
[Chenpi] wiped the smile from her face.
“For a very important reason, I need to obtain immortality.
“More than three thousand years ago, I met [The King in Yellow]. He called himself the [Shopkeeper], and I wasn’t called [Chenpi] back then. At the time, I was still called [Orange].
“With the [Shopkeeper]’s help, I achieved immortality.”
At this point, [Chenpi] glanced at Chen Miemie. She had expected him to be puzzled by her cryptic, disjointed account, but he didn’t show the slightest sign of confusion.
“Chen Miemie, aren’t you curious how the [Shopkeeper] helped me achieve immortality?”
Chen Miemie shook his head. “Not particularly. Keep going.”
[Chenpi] continued.
“After becoming immortal, I achieved the goal I had originally pursued and was overjoyed.
“But as time passed, something abnormal began to happen.
“Immortality was not without a price. Its true nature was the reversal of time.
“I discovered that both my age and my condition were regressing.
“I began growing younger year by year. My [Mystery] ranks fell, my strength declined, and even my mind and memories began to change.
“Originally, even if I grew one year younger every 120 years, I could have held on for nearly a thousand years.
“The reason I became so desperate to unravel the secret of my immortality was that after I regressed to the age of ten, something happened that terrified me beyond words.
“One of my most fundamental abilities also began to deteriorate, and its effects were greatly diminished.”
“What ability?”
“[Orange Curse]. If that ability stopped working, my immortality would be meaningless.”
Chen Miemie nodded. “That is indeed a serious problem.”
[Chenpi] found the situation increasingly strange. She hadn’t explained the details of either immortality or the [Orange Curse], yet Chen Miemie was acting as if he understood everything.
She cautiously asked, “You know about the [Orange Curse]?”
“I know a little. By the way, since you brought it up, there should also be a witch named Persimmon, right? Where did she go?”
[Chenpi] fell silent.
“When I was ‘ten,’ after the effects of the [Orange Curse] began to weaken, the oldest group of witches were the first to be unable to hold on. Persimmon was one of them.”
“How come I’ve never heard Persimmon’s name mentioned in the city? Considering that she served as the former Seventh Seat for so long, you’d think she would have built up some reputation.”
“Heh. Persimmon never liked being in the spotlight. Once the Scholar’s Academy became capable of operating independently, she resigned from her position in the city. Her name was known only among the witches.”
“She resigned? Did she really do nothing during that enormously long stretch of time?”
“That’s simply the kind of person she is. She spends all four seasons growing flowers, plants, and fruit, nurturing the younger generation, and traveling around collecting stories—stories of humans, witches, and other races.
“Oh, right. She also founded an orphanage near Warm Jade Road. I believe it’s called the Four Seasons Orphanage.”
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nd fell into a coma while saving his younger sister from an out-of-control car. He became a vegetable. No one knew that his consciousness had crossed into a world of cultivation. Over the course of sixty years, he began as the lowest kind of mine slave, struggling to survive amid mountains of corpses and seas of blood. By sheer chance, he eventually obtained the complete memories of a fallen Immortal King. Alchemy, medicine, formations, feng shui, physiognomy, artifact forging… Every great inheritance of the cultivation world was now his. But when he opened his eyes again, he discovered that ten full years had passed in the modern world. To pay for his treatment, his father had sold the family’s shop and house, leaving himself covered in lasting injuries and illness. His mother had cared for him day and night, and more than half of her hair had already turned white. His younger sister, who had been only fifteen back then, was now twenty-five. To help repay the family’s debts, she had been forced to lower her head and put on a smiling face in places of glittering lights and endless revelry. Only then did Chen Xuan understand that what he had lost was not merely ten years. He had lost the life his entire family was meant to have. The good news was that he had brought back the memories of an Immortal King’s entire lifetime. The bad news was that his soul had returned alone—his cultivation had not come with him. Spiritual energy was scarce, resources were depleted, and the modern world still had firearms, surveillance, capital, and laws. If he wanted to protect his family, break free from everyone’s control, and become truly invincible beneath the heavens, he would have to start all over again.
