Simulation becomes reality, have I ever looked down upon the eternity?

Chapter 645 The Cicada's Lifelong Song: Naming Him the First Year of Junior High!

The Sui Dynasty city of Xiacheng under the cover of night.

The He residence was brightly lit inside and out.

Today, the mansion gates are wide open, decorated with lanterns and colorful streamers, and servants are running around spreading the news: "The Second Miss has returned!"

The servants and guards in the courtyard all wore happy expressions. Every time the Second Miss returned home, there were always rewards to be distributed, and the mansion was always filled with joy and excitement.

The He family alone had eight hundred guards, all of whom were strong and capable men.

This doesn't even include the workers in other industries: there are craftsmen who refine elixirs, farmers who grow spiritual tea, and laborers who transport lava in the crater, fish at sea, and mine pearls in the deep sea... In total, there are nearly three thousand people.

However, this scale is less than one-fifth of the He family's assets.

The He family also ran numerous businesses in Xia City: blacksmith shops, restaurants, taverns, gambling dens, and more, covering a wide range of businesses.

However, all the properties here belong to one person: the second young lady of the He family.

Although this noble lady lacked the aptitude for cultivation, she was deeply favored by Master He and possessed a natural talent for business. The area west of Xia City, which was originally a notoriously desolate place, had been transformed into one of the lifelines of Xia City through her years of hard work.

Besides her business acumen, what's even more frightening is her background.

She has a younger sister, the third young lady of the He family, who is now an initiation disciple of the Shanshan Immortal Sect.

Over the years, the Third Miss's cultivation has progressed rapidly, and she has repeatedly shone in the sect's competitions. There are even rumors that she will be recommended by the Shanshan Immortal Sect to cultivate at the Taihua Sect.

As these rumors grew, the He family's status in Xiacheng became increasingly prominent.

The two He sisters have a deep and unbreakable bond, which is the second young lady's most solid support.

The fates of these important figures had nothing to do with these servants.

The reason why everyone is so grateful to the Second Miss is because she is kind and generous to people—she never hesitates to reward those who do their best in their work.

The wages here are already higher than most families in the city, and what's even more remarkable is their excellent reputation; they never sign "red contracts" or indentures with anyone.

To put it bluntly, these unfortunate people who sold themselves into slavery, once they signed the red contract, were destined to be slaves for generations, their descendants unable to escape their lowly status, becoming objects that their masters could kill at will.

However, the rule established by the second young lady resurfaced: anyone can redeem themselves and retrieve their indenture as long as they have enough money.

Everyone had something to look forward to.

A brocade sedan chair slowly came to a stop in front of the mansion gate, followed by dozens of fully loaded carriages.

The crowd erupted in cheers, shouting in unison, "Second Miss!" Although the entrance was already packed with people, not a single person dared to approach the carriage.

The sedan chair was carried straight into the mansion, leaving many newly arrived servants who wanted to catch a glimpse of its splendor feeling rather unsatisfied.

It is said that the second young lady is not only as kind-hearted as a Bodhisattva, but also has a snow-white complexion, like a jade Guanyin.

Such a description was not something that lowly servants like them would dare to make; it was an evaluation circulating among the nobles of Xia City.

"Grandpa, don't push!"

A childish complaint came from the crowd, "Grandpa, you've seen the Second Miss before."

"How can that be the same? You eat pork every day, and I've never seen you get tired of it."

"Good heavens, Grandpa, what are you comparing the Second Miss to? Or are you saying that after eating the Second Miss, you also want to 'taste' her?"

"Shh!"

"Don't you dare get your grandfather killed, or try to eat at his feast?"

The boy who had spoken earlier started giggling.

The people speaking were an elderly man and his grandson, who were squeezed in at the back.

The old man struggled to squeeze out of the crowd, and in doing so, he also pulled out a seven- or eight-year-old child.

He was lean and wiry, holding a welding torch in his hand. His brows showed both kindness and a hint of worldly shrewdness.

The child was born with a chubby face and a robust appearance.

This time!

A maid in green rushed over, her forehead still damp with sweat.

Upon seeing the maid, the boy immediately perked up and greeted her, "Sister Rong."

These are maids from the He family. But you can't call them maids; they are people who can show their faces in front of the second young lady.

It has far more power and influence than the officials in charge of the courtyard.

"Mr. Fei, I've been looking for you everywhere."

"We rescued a poor man who went out to sea; we just brought him back."

"Old Fei, see if there's any hope."

The old man named Fei Lao was one of the few doctors in the He family. He practiced medicine at sea for many years and had also been to Yuzhou in the Central Plains.

He had a certain reputation within the He family.

The child's name was "La Shiwu," and he was picked up from the sea by Fei Lao.

As for why he didn't take the old man's surname, Fei Lao had his own explanation: his life was hard, and he didn't want the old man to suffer like him for the rest of his life.

It was picked up on the fifteenth day of the twelfth lunar month, and is also called the fifteenth day of the twelfth lunar month.

Old Master Fei remained unhurried: "Miss Furong, if she hasn't been saved by now, she should have already gone to see the Sea King. If she is still alive, then it is because her life is not meant to end."

Every time the He family returned from a sea voyage, they rescued quite a few people from drowning; some survived, while others could not.

The maid, Furong, quickly stopped him: "It was the Second Miss who spoke up, and Sister Gao from the courtyard specifically instructed her. Master Fei, please hurry, the carriage is ready."

Second Miss?!

Upon hearing this, Elder Fei was startled, and even the child beside him gasped softly.

The three hurriedly boarded the carriage.

Old Master Fei sat comfortably in the carriage, a carriage reserved for household stewards.

The horses being pulled were not ordinary horses, but "water horses" capable of running on the sea.

On the fifteenth of the twelfth lunar month, her face was tense, as if she couldn't hold back her laughter, and she touched the decorations inside the carriage.

Mr. Fei had never ridden it before, and he had only dreamt of riding it on the fifteenth day of the twelfth lunar month, so he was very cautious about it.

The old man then realized that the second young lady must have encountered it at sea and that's why she spoke up.

A word from a noble person carries a different meaning.

While such incidents have occurred frequently in the past, none have ever reached such a scale.

Before long, the carriage slowly came to a stop, having arrived at a guest room in the outer courtyard of the He family.

Inside the room, on a bed, lay an unconscious person.

A few people gathered around, and one of the maids, dressed in purple, waved to Elder Fei as soon as she saw him arrive, saying, "Over here!"

With some reluctance, La Shiwu jumped off the carriage and followed closely behind. He entered the room and curiously looked at the unconscious figure on the bed.

It was wrapped in a quilt, with only a head with long black hair showing.

His face was pale, his eyes were closed, like a radish that had been soaked for too long, and his lips were bloodless. He looked about seventeen or eighteen years old.

His appearance was fairly decent, but there was a thin, long scar about the width of a finger on his forehead, as if it had been burned.

La Shiwu thought to himself: This person is probably beyond saving; he probably won't make it through.

Old Fei stepped forward to examine him carefully, reached out and pried open his eyelids, took his pulse for a while, and then shook his head.

Seeing this, the maid in purple understood about 70-80% of what was going on.

This was expected, but if we could save him, we might be able to win some good luck from the second young lady.

Since there's no way to reverse the situation now, there's no need to add to the Second Miss's worries.

"In that case, make proper arrangements for the body..."

Before he finished speaking——

Just as Old Fei was about to tuck the young man's hand back under the covers, he suddenly stopped: "Wait a minute!"

He actually felt a slight twitch in the fingertips of that cold palm.

"There's still help!"

Mr. Fei quickly instructed people to carry the injured man into the house and ordered them to boil water.

After a flurry of activity, it was late at night. The rescued young man was placed in a wooden tub filled with hot water. The maids and other servants had all left, but La Shiwu remained by his father's side.

"Grandpa, can this person really be saved?"

"not sure."

"Then we've worked for nothing?"

"What do you mean by 'working for nothing'?" Old Fei tapped his pipe. "Fifteen, you need to be more shrewd. Did you see that maid just now? She's the Second Miss's personal maid. You'll see how hard she's worked today; she'll definitely be rewarded tomorrow." "Oh~"

The child drawled out his words as he looked at the young man inside the wooden tub.

It must be said that, apart from the scar that slightly detracts from his appearance, this person is undeniably handsome.

If I looked like that, I wouldn't need to mine spirit ore.

The next day, the person on the bed was still unconscious.

Another day passed, and there was still no movement, except for a slight pulse in the heart.

On the fifth day, the young man was still unconscious.

Old Fei shook his head: "It seems there's no hope. Five days without food or water would be unbearable for even a healthy person, let alone someone like him, half-dead."

"Go and tell Miss Furong that there's nothing more I can do."

"Find someone to bury it, or burn it."

Having said that, he took the boy and was about to leave.

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The inscription on the large cauldron slowly came to a stop as it was struck.

Zhou Jing is dead!

Yu Ke was somewhat surprised; Zhou Jing had died just like that?
And this is so sudden!
However, if this situation were to actually occur, according to the previous logic, a prompt option should appear.

Why didn't it pop up?
Moreover, it ended so suddenly.

No, the simulation of "reincarnation of celestial beings" is not over yet. As long as the reincarnated person dies, the following text should appear directly.

The rewards for this lifetime will be settled.

Yu Ke waited for a while, but there was no movement.

Ah Ding, are you stuck?
"when--"

The large cauldron was struck, and after a moment, the inscription on it slowly appeared.

Zhou Jing is dead. His hidden destiny: to sing like a cicada his entire life. Should he use it?

Yu Ke then recalled that, starting from this life, aside from his innate talent...

[A prodigy of the world: Born with exceptional talent among men, possessing extraordinary aptitude for cultivation, able to draw inferences from one instance to another, and deducing from the heart.]

There is also a hidden destiny that cannot be viewed.

Can I view it now?

[A Cicada's Life of Song: Humans are like cicadas, singing their entire lives. After death, they may have the chance to start over and be resurrected.]

[Usage conditions: Requires one-time personal participation.]

[Limitation: "Cicada's Lifetime" can only be used once. After reincarnation, it will cause damage to the six divine senses, cultivation, and physical body, requiring ten years to fully repair.]

Should we use "Cicada's Lifetime of Song"?

Yu Ke didn't hesitate; he spent his time participating personally in exchange for Zhou Jing continuing to explore the Kunxu Realm.

The next time you are reincarnated, you may not be able to draw the same destiny as this one.

Furthermore, Zhou Jing is practically invincible among his generation, and having obtained the "Heavenly Emperor's Heart Sutra," he is only one step away from reaching the Great Dao Golden Core realm. With such a significant advantage, how could he possibly give it up?

If Zhou Jing could take another step forward and break through to the Golden Core stage, he would be able to reach the Supreme Grandmaster realm.

Yu Ke couldn't imagine how much he would gain from this "reincarnation of a celestial being" in this lifetime.

Perhaps after breaking through the Heavenly Dao Foundation Establishment stage, he will cross the Heavenly Ladder realm once again.

You won't regret it!

Yu Ke made the selection directly.

【use!】

The great cauldron was struck once more, its sound shaking the endless void.

The line of words in the destiny chart, "A lifetime of cicada chirping," turned into golden light and gradually disappeared.

The text above gradually became visible.

[Time: Six months after the Heavenly Emperor's Treasury opened]

[Location: East Sea Territory, Taihua Sect Jurisdiction, Shanshan Immortal Sect Territory, Night Sui Kingdom, Xia City, He Mansion]

You slowly wake up, feeling as if your mind is a complete fog, and in your daze, you don't even know who you are or where you are.

[Just as I opened my eyes and looked around at the room's furnishings, another wave of intense dizziness washed over me.]

You've fallen into a daze once again.

When you regain consciousness, you are lying on a bed, surrounded by an old man and a young boy.

"Grandpa, is this person still alive?"

"What nonsense are you talking about? She's come back to life."

The child grinned upon hearing this.

【"Ahem—"

The old man quickly tapped his pipe to extinguish it on the ground. "It seems he really came back to life; he probably choked on the smoke."

"Quickly bring over the cooked rice porridge."

You struggled to open your eyes, your vision flickering like a candle in the wind, with only scattered glimmers of light. As your eyelids grew heavier, you succumbed to unconsciousness once more.

"Grandpa, he's not moving again... I'll drink the rice porridge."

"Leave me a bite!"

[Half a month later]

Although the boy had truly awakened, he was unable to speak, and his eyes were often dull and lifeless.

"Grandpa, it's terrible, this person is probably mute."

[During this time, the personal maid of the second young lady of the He family came twice, bringing some reward money for Master Fei.]

After inquiring about the unconscious boy's condition a few times, he never showed up again.

As for the boy's origins, they had been asked, but the rescued boy was unusually dull-witted; whether he nodded or shook his head, he knew nothing.

The maid, Furong, came several times—she savored the flavor of the man on the fifteenth of the twelfth lunar month, mostly because he was indeed quite handsome.

However, she hasn't come these past few days. After all, who would want to associate with a mentally challenged person all the time?

[On the fifteenth of the month, the boy sat silently on the bed all day, staring intently at one spot.]

"Grandpa, he's ruined, ruined. He's lovesick."

【“??”】

"Grandpa, doesn't the play say, 'The love in this world is so deep that it makes people willing to die for each other, forgetting to eat and drink'?"

"This is a case of loss of consciousness; spending too much time in the sea has damaged his brain."

"Grandpa, can it still be cured?"

"You never know. Maybe a few years, maybe a decade or more... or maybe this is how it will be for the rest of my life."

[La Shiwu sighed, "I've rescued an idiot."]

Old Fei sat on the threshold, took a puff of his pipe, and said, "It's good enough that people are alive."

[In another two weeks.]

The rescued man remained dazed and confused. Normally, such a useless person should have been expelled from the household long ago.

However, since it was the second young lady who gave the order, he was allowed to stay and work in the manor.

He was placed in the "Caishanfang" (a type of house), right next to Fei Xiaotong.

Aside from being a doctor, Fei Lao spent his time working at Caishanfang.

[The man's name was registered at the He residence, but Fei Lao asked several times without receiving an answer.]

So I thought of a name for him: First Year of Junior High.

[His life was saved on the first day of the Lunar New Year!]

(End of this chapter)