I've never felt happy to become an immortal.

Chapter 21 Bai Wuming is awesome!
When Bai Xuan woke up, he felt a warm and slightly rough cloth sliding across his face.

I subconsciously raised my hand and grabbed something.

"Well--"

With a low cry, Bai Xuan opened his eyes, quickly getting rid of his dazed state, and fixed his gaze on the pretty lady in front of him.

He held the left wrist of the young lady, who he had met a few days ago, who was holding a steaming hot towel.

Ning Jianshuang looked at him quietly, frowning slightly only because her wrist was in pain from being held.

"Oh, Mr. Bai... Master, what are you doing? Why don't you let go?"

Seeing this, Luoluo, who came in with hot water, shouted hurriedly: "The lady is kind enough to take care of you personally, how could you——"

In the silence, Bai Xuan reacted, let go of her hand and said, "I'm sorry for offending your kindness, Miss."

Ning Jianshuang's fair wrist had a deep red mark on it. She covered it with her sleeve, her tone calm and gentle, not at all angry at the offense. Instead, she said with concern, "It's okay... I saw you looked worried even in your sleep. I guess you're still frightened by the life-and-death battle. Did you have a nightmare?"

Even the excuses were found for Bai Xuan.

This attitude...

Bai Xuan changed his mind and didn't find it strange. After all, he killed Huangfu Qinhu to avenge the shopkeeper. This young lady was the shopkeeper's biological daughter, so it was understandable that she treated him better.

He asked, "How long have I been asleep?"

"Not much, just two days."

...It seems that the physical exhaustion is quite serious. Even after opening the Dark Moon Portal, he was still forced to sleep for such a long time before he regained consciousness.

This is not the first time Bai Xuan has encountered this situation.

Although the time difference caused by the Dark Moon Gate does not exceed twenty-four hours, it does not mean that he will wake up after traveling to another world.

Because whether one's consciousness is clear or not also depends on whether one's own body is intact. When the seriously injured body is unable to maintain mental clarity, Bai Xuan will be forced to sleep for many days.

Just as he was about to get up, he felt a surge of exhaustion, his entire body aching, as if most of his strength had been drained away. Even sitting up was slow and difficult, and he could hear the groaning of his muscles and bones.

Ning Jianshuang quickly held him down and said, "Your body shouldn't be moving... The doctors at Xuanhu Sect said that your body is seriously weakened. If you can't wake up within seven days, I'm afraid you won't be able to wake up in the future. It's a good thing that you've woken up now."

She observed Bai Xuan's expression while carefully choosing her words: "I don't know what you did during those two nights, but it has left you with extremely serious sequelae."

"The doctors said that if I take good care of myself over half a year, I can recover to a large extent, but I may never be able to recover to the level of a normal person in my lifetime..."

...They are all doctors from the Xuanhu School. It seems that this young lady really cares about my life and death, and she has spent a lot of money to hire famous doctors, and more than one.

Bai Xuan had some understanding of his own body. He closed his eyes and looked inward, making a rough assessment of the situation.

Not good, but not bad either.

A sword burned ten years of his life, and the price he paid was that he could not fight for a short period of time.
However, his meridians were not broken, and his internal organs were intact... and the sword energy carried by the "Fuyao Sword" rebounded on himself, not only did it not hurt him, but it accidentally completed something he had to do sooner or later.

In the Sword Pavilion, Bai Xuan's third disciple Wenren Yao is one of the rare innate sword bodies, and is naturally immune to sword energy.

Using her special physique as a model, Bai Xuan developed a method of tempering the body with sword energy, which he called the acquired sword body... After completion, its effect was close to 80% of that of an ordinary innate sword body.

However, its characteristic is that it takes a lot of time, which can be said to be three years of body tempering and five years of getting started.

But this time, due to an accident, the recoil of the sword energy of the Immortal Sword injured himself, but he was able to complete the sword energy tempering of his body in a very short period of time and obtained the acquired sword body, which was a blessing in disguise.

This was accidental, but also inevitable... When swinging the Fuyao Sword, Bai Xuan subconsciously regarded himself as Bai Wuming in his previous life. He didn't realize that he was not a terrestrial immortal, nor did he consider that once the sword was swung, even a slight backlash of sword energy would hurt himself.

Ten years of life in exchange for a acquired sword body that takes ten years to achieve...it's not a losing deal.

From this perspective, Huangfu Qinhu's life can only be considered a bonus.

When Bai Xuan thought of this, he couldn't help but laugh.

He lowered his head and saw his white hair reflected in the basin, and couldn't help but reach out and stroke it.

"The sentimental ones should laugh at me for having gray hair at an early age."

He said this, but in his heart he was thinking - Damn, Sephiroth, a man among men!
White hair is generally a standard feature of handsome men and beautiful women... Chinese people can't resist white hair!

When he was at home, he didn't dare to dye his hair white for fear of being severely spanked by his pretty mother.

And in the world of true cultivation, he usually doesn't live to see his hair turn gray or his body covered in red hair until his old age is unknown...

Humph, if I had known that burning lifespan would give me a white-haired beauty buff, I should have given it a try...

Bai Xuan's thoughts were racing as he admired his new hair color.

Ning Jianshuang, who was watching from the side, felt uncomfortable as he listened to the self-deprecating words.

The young man has just reached adulthood, but the young master has already turned gray.

What a heavy blow this must have been to a young man.

This also means how heavy a price he paid for revenge.

She whispered soothingly, "You can dye your hair back... Once your body recovers, your hair will grow back."

Bai Xuan didn't mind and said, "That's fine. Just keep it as a souvenir."

commemorate?

Who to commemorate?
Ning Jianshuang didn't ask any further questions, but changed the subject and said, "You've rested for two days, so you must be hungry...Luluo, bring the porridge."

"Yes, ma'am."

The maid went out.

Bai Xuan leaned against the bed and asked, "Shopkeeper... has he been buried?" "No, my father's body is in a coffin. I bought a piece of Xuanyin Ice from the Xuanhu Sect for a large sum of money. It can preserve my father's body and ensure it won't decay for several months. This time is enough to bring him back to Jiankang for burial."

Ning Jianshuang explained, "Father's last wish was for us to take him home. Mother is already there... and she has been waiting for him for many years. Only after the couple is buried together can we officially erect a monument and invite their spirits into the ancestral hall."

Bai Xuan asked again: "Boss, did you pass away peacefully?"

"My father passed away without regrets. He said that if a man of the underworld dies in the underworld, it is considered a good death."

"That sounds like something the shopkeeper would say."

"He's just worried about you." Ning Jianshuang wrung out the hot towel and wiped the sweat off the boy's forehead. "You are my father's only disciple and his adopted son... Naturally, he would worry about your safety and your future."

Bai Xuan looked out the window and said, "Now that the shopkeeper has left, I should return to the martial arts world."

"Father asked me to take good care of you, and I want to take good care of you too." Ning Jianshuang held his hand tightly: "Come back to Jiankang with me. Your current health is not suitable for staying here."

"Miss Ning, there's no need to be like this. I just need to heal my injury..." Bai Xuan said politely.

Ning Jianshuang's eyes narrowed slightly. She would not allow the other party to refuse, and said, "When father is buried, you should also help carry his coffin with me."

Even if Bai Xuan wanted to refuse, he couldn't.

His adoptive father and master were like a rebirth, and their kindness in raising him was more important than anything else. How could he not go to carry the coffin?
“…I didn’t say I wouldn’t go.”

"You agreed?"

"Yes... So Miss Ning, can you let go?"

"Call my sister."

"what?"

"I'm a few years older than you...Call me sister." Ning Jianshuang's eyes flashed with a strong and persistent light, and she repeated three times: "Call me 'sister'."

Bai Xuan was speechless for a moment.

He was too mature mentally, so it was indeed difficult for him to call a young girl "sister".

It’s not that I think the other person is unworthy, but when I opened my mouth like that, I felt like I was painting an old cucumber green or Yakumo Yukari wearing a Western skirt.

Ning Jianshuang waited for a long time but Bai Xuan didn't speak, and her face looked slightly disappointed.

"I hope that in the future, you will be willing to call me sister."

Seeing the deeper persistence in the other person's eyes, Bai Xuan smiled bitterly in his heart.

...But sister, my real age is roughly equal to the Qin Empire.

At this time, footsteps were heard outside the door.

Ning Jianshuang immediately returned to her dignified sitting position and loosened her fingers, her ladylike demeanor showing no flaws.

She could tell that the footsteps coming up the stairs outside did not belong to Luoluo. They were too heavy and obviously belonged to a man.

And the man who can walk freely here is naturally only a heavyweight.

The restaurant chef, who weighed over 280 pounds, walked in with a steaming pot in his hand, put it on the table, filled a bowl and put it down, then turned his head to glance at the young man on the couch, a flash of sadness in his eyes, and then turned into relief.

"I knew you were a tough kid!"

"Let this hot porridge cool down for a while before drinking it."

The chef was a gangster whose life was saved by the shopkeeper. He had long since abandoned his past and lost his name. After so many years, Bai Xuan didn't know his past, but the ten-year relationship between them could not be faked. They were like family, not family members, but better than family members.

Bai Xuan asked, "Does your head still hurt?"

The cook raised his eyebrows when he heard this: "How dare you bring that up!"

Bai Xuan smiled and said, "It's good that it doesn't hurt."

The cook snorted coldly and sat down with a thump, his chair creaking. "I don't know how you killed all those people outside. The shopkeeper clearly didn't teach you swordsmanship, but the bodies outside were all killed by a single sword. When I woke up and saw Qi Renfeng and the bodies on the ground, I was almost scared to death!"

Bai Xuan asked, "Actually, I'm a martial arts genius. Do you believe it?"

The cook rolled his eyes. "I've been watching you for ten years. You have good talent, but you're not a genius...at all. Otherwise, you wouldn't have been unable to enter the country until now."

Bai Xuan shrugged.

The cook speculated to himself, "It seems that the shopkeeper had better give you that thing, otherwise you won't be able to kill those people, including Huangfu Qinhu."

"What is that?" Bai Xuan asked curiously. What could have such lethality? Torrential Pear Blossom Needles or Dongfeng Express?
"Of course it's the Sword Immortal's remains, what else could it be?" The cook said bluntly, "Do you think I don't know the shopkeeper's true identity?"

"?"

...A piece of broken bone, can it be used as a missile?
The cook said with certainty, "I've thought about it over and over again, and this is the only explanation. You must have inherited the legacy from the Sword Immortal's remains! I'm afraid the shopkeeper has been planning this for a long time. Damn it, if this gets out, so many people in the martial arts world will be envious."

Bai Xuan couldn't help but ask: "Are you convinced just like that? Is the Sword Immortal's remains so magical?"

The cook slapped his thigh and said, "What else? You've already killed Huangfu Qinhu, how could it be fake?"

...Do you guys have any misunderstandings about the Sword Immortal's remains?
...The sect founded by Bai Wuming is Jiange, not Fengling Yueying Sect.

Unable to explain nor easy to explain, Bai Xuan could only nod reluctantly: "...That's true."

Ning Jianshuang recited, "Bai Wuming once left behind a line of poetry: Even in death, his chivalrous spirit will remain, a hero worthy of his place in the world."

The cook didn't understand, looked at Bai Xuan, and asked in confusion: "What does this mean?"

Bai Xuan translated it: "Even if Bai Wuming has been dead for five hundred years, he's still awesome."

(End of this chapter)