Longevity begins with slaying demons and eliminating demons

Chapter 802: Jealous women are really scary

Above the ancient wasteland, the night is as black as ink.

Xi sat quietly beside the campfire with her hands around her knees. The orange-red flames danced and reflected in her clear eyes.

Ever since her master left, she has remained silent and has not spoken for many days.

During these days, she would often unconsciously open her arms, with the figure of her master appearing in her mind, imagining herself hugging him tightly and not letting him leave. But even in her imagination, his figure would gradually fade away, and eventually disappear like smoke.

Where did he go?

Xi didn't know.

She didn't even know his name.

He was like a vague dream.

If it weren't for the traces he left on her body - the intricate and beautiful Holy Fire Totem, the brilliant and blazing Fire Phoenix wings, and the cultivation method deeply engraved in her mind...

She even doubted whether he really existed in this world.

Whenever there was no one around, she would gently slide her fingertips across her skin, outlining the rune patterns he had drawn with his own hands, stroke by stroke.

…………

Xi spent several days in a trance, with day and night alternating in her eyes.

It was not until the dawn of the seventh day that she finally broke free from the quagmire of memories.

At this moment, a burning sensation came from her palms——

That was the "flint" that the master left for her.

It was as black as ink, with a dark luster, and its surface was covered with mysterious and natural patterns - those patterns meandered and flowed, echoing the burning holy fire totem on her skin, as if they came from the same source.

“Master left this thing to me in the hope that I could cheer up…” she thought silently in her heart.

“He said that this flint can help my people awaken their bloodline, allowing them to learn to practice and gain the power to fight against ghosts.

"Perhaps, when my tribe and I become strong enough, one day in the future... I will be able to go to my master's hometown and meet him again."

As she thought about this, she walked towards the other side of the campfire.

The tribesmen of the Red Fire Tribe sat around the campfire in groups of three or four, holding the wild animals they had just hunted and roasted, swallowing them in big mouthfuls. Under the reflection of the blazing firelight, expressions of satisfaction and fatigue appeared on their faces.

Xi's gaze slowly swept across the crowd and finally stopped on an old man with a weathered face.

That was her grandfather, Gao Xin, the chief of the Red Fire Tribe.

Gao Xin slowly raised his head and his slightly cloudy eyes fell on Xi.

He felt deeply relieved to see that his granddaughter had finally gotten over the melancholy of separation.

However, Xi's next move shocked him.

Xi walked up to him, knelt down, and solemnly placed the flint in his hand into his palm.

"Grandpa, this is something that Master left for me. It can allow you to awaken your bloodline like me and have the power to fight against ghosts."

"Something left behind by the Lord God?"

Gao Xin's fingers trembled slightly, and he slowly clenched the flint.

In an instant, a warm breath seeped into the blood through the palm of the hand, as if a blazing flame fell into a cold deep well, or like a dazzling light suddenly lit up in the endless darkness.

Gao Xin's pupils suddenly contracted.

He clearly felt a scorching heat spreading throughout his body, as if his long-dormant blood was ignited and slowly boiling!

This power is strange yet familiar, as if it has been buried deep in the soul, quietly waiting to be awakened.

"This..." Gao Xin murmured, with disbelief in his old voice.

He slowly raised his other hand, and a flame suddenly leaped up from his palm.

It might seem faint compared to the blazing bonfire next to it.

But all the tribesmen present were dumbfounded.

After Xi, their clan leader also awakened extraordinary powers!

At this moment, shock and ecstasy intertwined in everyone's heart, as if the flint had ignited not only Gao Xin's bloodline, but also the long-dormant hope of the entire Chihuo tribe.

Since the clan leader can also awaken extraordinary powers - does this mean that with the help of the holy objects left by the gods, each of them has the opportunity to become powerful?

In this wilderness full of ghosts and monsters, will they also have the power to protect themselves? Instead of fleeing everywhere, will they be able to take root here and build their own home?

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Time flies, and hundreds of years have passed in the blink of an eye.

On the wasteland, the first city of mankind stands tall.

Xi has become a legendary powerful saint. The name of "Saintess" is revered by the world and remembered by all races.

At this moment, she stood alone in the depths of the wilderness, returning to the place where she had first met her master.

Time has left no trace on her, she is still young and beautiful.

But she knew that her life had come to an end.

Throughout her life, she has traveled across mountains and rivers, spanned the four seas, fought countless battles, and witnessed the rise of the human race from obscurity and taking root in this land rife with ghosts and monsters.

She had thought that one day she would be able to find her master and ask him in person -

"Where did you go after you left me?"

But she traveled all over the world, but still couldn't find any trace of him.

Xi looked up at the vast sky. The wind swept across the wasteland, blowing away the last ray of setting sun in the sky.

She took a deep breath, slowly knelt on the ground, and gently brushed her fingertips across the soil that he had once stepped on.

"Master, if I can't find you in this life, I will keep looking for you in the next life... a hundred lives, a thousand lives. I don't believe that you will always hide from me."

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Thousands of years later.

The sleeping palace in Changchun Garden.

The night is quiet and the curtains are drawn.

Zhao Yan lay quietly in Gu Xu's arms, her head buried in his chest, and whispered the story of her past and present life.

"You are such a philandering man!" Suddenly, she changed the subject, her fingers quietly fell on his waist and pinched it hard.

Gu Xu frowned slightly, and before he could react, he heard her continue to complain: "Back then, you left and left me alone in the wilderness, while you ran off to hang out with other women!

"If I had known this, I would have cultivated to the eighth realm, stepped into the Primordial Qi, traveled through time and space, and personally went to the future to duel with you and your women!"

She threatened through gritted teeth, but her tone was a little coquettish, her fingertips still pressed on his waist, as if ready to strike again at any time.

Gu Xu smiled helplessly, his palm sliding across her fair and smooth skin: "Have you forgotten? After I returned from ancient times, the first woman I 'hung out' with was you, wasn't she?"

"You're not even going to let your future self go, and you're going to go out of your way to duel with her?"

"Humph, of course."

Zhao Yan twisted her body, raised one of her long white legs, and pressed heavily on Gu Xu.

A jealous woman is so scary, she even gets jealous of herself!

Gu Xu complained silently in his heart.

"You evil disciple, tell me, how do you want your master to compensate you?"

Zhao Yan's eyes moved, and a sly smile appeared on the corner of her mouth: "This... Master, don't you know yet?"

Seeing her charming appearance, Gu Xu felt a warm current rushing through his blood.

He suddenly turned over, like a tiger pouncing on its prey, and trapped her firmly under him.

The sacred fire totem on her body was painted by him himself.

Although many years have passed, he still clearly remembers the location of each line.

And today, relying on his memory, he once again carefully outlined this intricate and gorgeous pattern.

the difference is--

Last time, he used the Jinghong pen;

This time, he used his lips and tongue.