Starry Sky: My Life Star God, starting reward Ruan Mei

You should know that this title is a respectful term used by people to address deities.

Although people deeply respect this hero who turned the tide and saved the celestial ship, the idea of ​​reviving a sacrificed hero and elevating him to godhood is somewhat far-fetched.

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Years later, Tingyun, carrying two bouquets of white flowers and her sword, arrived at the memorial hall to pay tribute to the warriors who had died in battle.

The immortal ship also underwent post-disaster reconstruction after the fire. The houses remained the same, but the place was much quieter.

When Tingyun left the mourning hall, she passed by her home.

Uncle Bai, who lives next door, sat at the stone table he had recently repaired, picking up a brush and writing something on rice paper.

Tingyun strode over and said, "Uncle Bai, why are you writing and composing poetry instead of drinking tea today?"

Bai Yan dipped his brush into the ink in the inkstone: "Recently, the demonic possession disease has been getting worse and worse. Your Uncle Bai is also looking to leave something behind, lest he go mad and have nothing left."

The Demonic Body, originally known as the Long-Term Disease among the people of the Immortal Ship.

In theory, the people of the Immortal Ship have endless lifespans, but in reality, most of them will suffer from demonic possession after a certain number of years, fall into madness, and even become inhuman.

As the years since the Immortal Ship received the Pharmacist's blessing grew longer, the illness of immortality drew ever closer...

Recently, more and more people on the Xianzhou have fallen ill.

Although Tingyun had already learned martial arts, her meticulous and witty nature had not changed: "Pah, Uncle Bai, what nonsense are you talking about? You mustn't say such unlucky things."

"Yes, your Uncle Bai won't fall into demonic possession, but others might not be so lucky."

As Bai Yan picked up his brush and began to write, he continued chatting with Ting Yun: "Have the higher-ups decided how to deal with those who have fallen into demonic possession?"

"Not yet, most are just temporarily detained. We are still looking for treatment options, but there hasn't been much progress."

"Time will force you to make a choice."

Bai Yan put the brush back in its place: "You must have made quite a few new friends in the army over the years, right?"

Tingyun's face softened: "I've made friends with them. Everyone is very capable and friendly. My master is also very kind to me."

"That's good."

Chapter 119 The First Half of the Day Was Leisurely During the Demonic Rain

Just as Bai Yan and Ting Yun were chatting, a woman who looked to be in her twenties walked out of Ting Yun's house.

That's the person who picked up Tingyun from the sea of ​​stars a hundred years ago and raised her.

Because of the immortals' endless lifespan, they still maintain a handsome appearance.

The woman did not die in the previous fire; instead, she was led to another refuge while she was out.

"Tingyun".

The woman walked over and said, "I made your favorite dishes today. Mr. Bai Yan is here too. Haven't you eaten yet? Would you like to come in and sit down together?"

"Since Tingyun joined the army, you've had far fewer opportunities to eat together, so I won't bother you any longer."

Bai Yan politely declined the invitation and continued writing.

The woman had known Tingyun for a long time and understood his personality, so she didn't make a pretentious invitation to go home together.

Tingyun wanted to follow into the kitchen, but the woman persuaded her to stay at the dining table.

Then the woman deftly and effortlessly brought out several exquisite dishes and placed them on the table.

The tenderness in her eyes seemed to soften the air around her.

She sat down and looked at Tingyun, her eyes full of concern and affection. Even after a hundred years, this affection, like her youthful appearance, had never faded.

"You've lost a bit of weight, so you need to eat well this time." The woman's voice carried a faint hint of reproach, seemingly a gentle scolding, yet filled with boundless love.

Tingyun simply gazed at her, his eyes filled with respect and gratitude.

“Auntie, you always worry about me like this every time I come back.” Tingyun’s voice was gentle, and she smiled.

The woman chuckled softly, tossing her flowing hair, her hands continuing their work.

She picked up her chopsticks and placed a carefully prepared dish into Tingyun's bowl: "How can I not worry? The last battle was so fierce, and you still wanted to join the army. I'm still quite scared... Never mind, never mind, let's not talk about such discouraging things."

After lunch, Tingyun and her aunt cleaned up the dishes together.

Then, looking in the mirror, the aunt gently combed her fluffy tail and slightly messy hair.

Tingyun noticed the handwritten booklet on the dressing table and said, "Auntie, this booklet on the table..."

"These are the recipes I compiled."

Tingyun said, and deduced, "Auntie, haven't you memorized all those dishes you made for many years? You shouldn't need to use pen and ink to organize them. Who are you going to give them to?"

As she ran her slender fingers through her hair, the other person combed it while saying, "Perhaps it's for you, or perhaps it's for a complete stranger."

"what do you mean……"

"Recently, the demonic possession has been causing a lot of trouble. Once I get that madness, I won't remember anything and I'll have a terrifying appearance. I hope these unique dishes I've researched won't be lost."

After bringing up this serious topic, the other party jokingly laughed and said, "Will Xiao Tingyun cry if she can't eat my food in the future?"

"Auntie, why do you also like to say such unlucky things?"

The woman's smile remained bright, lightening the atmosphere: "What's this talk of good or bad luck? People say that having that incurable disease is no different from being dead. Death is indeed terrible, but we should face it squarely, shouldn't we?"

Tingyun silently looked at her aunt's face, where the same smile still lingered, even when discussing such a heavy topic.

She showed no sign of worry or anxiety; the aunt seemed to have a detached and serene acceptance of what might happen in the future.

A strange emotion welled up in Tingyun's heart—sadness, resentment…these feelings intertwined, yet she didn't know how to express them. She lowered her head slightly, not wanting her aunt to see the turmoil in her eyes.

"The crying might actually happen," Tingyun said, trying to sound lighthearted, almost joking.

The woman's fingertips deftly combed through Tingyun's hair, then gently smoothed her fluffy tail.

"Whether I leave this booklet to you or give it to a stranger someday, it is proof that I existed. Life has an end, but knowledge and memory can be passed down."

The other person spoke softly and continued:

"Little Tingyun, do you know? The Immortal Boat people were once a short-lived species with a lifespan of only about a hundred years."

"We are as insignificant as ants in the universe. We can see the sky lighten and darken in an instant, and we are already dead by evening."

"But this celestial vessel beneath our feet, traversing the sea of ​​stars, is also the creation of us ants."

At this point, the other person chuckled self-deprecatingly, then smiled confidently:

"Ants do not strive for the present moment, but dedicate their entire lives to paving the way for those who come after them, enabling their descendants to move towards a brighter future."

"Birth, aging, sickness, and death are natural phenomena that are difficult to avoid. People pass on knowledge and will piece by piece, which gradually forms our civilization."

"Death is certainly terrible, but it never means only the end."

The aunt's words carried a tranquil power, and as Tingyun listened, she felt her heart filled with peace.

"Life will always fade away, but some things can become immortal through inheritance."

"We will all part ways one day. This is not an ominous thing to say."

"I believe this celestial ship will one day be prosperous and magnificent, a splendor I cannot witness with my own eyes. You, and those who are strangers to me, will witness it for me."

Tingyun nodded quietly: "Mm."

Just as she was about to say something, her communication device suddenly vibrated: "Buzz—"

She quickly took out her communication device and connected the call.

From the other end of the device came the voice of her superior, whom she had become familiar with over the years: "There is a patrol squad of soldiers in the neighborhood near your current location, almost all of them have suddenly been infected by demonic possession. They have threatened the safety of the surrounding civilians. Please proceed to provide support immediately."

"coordinate?"

"The dynamic coordinates have been marked, and other support teams will arrive immediately. Until they arrive, we must ensure the safety of civilians."

"no problem."

Tingyun quickly stood up, released the light armor from the storage device, activated the protection, and let it automatically attach to her body.

The officer's voice came through the communication device again: "In extreme circumstances, you are permitted to kill the demonic spirit patient. You may pierce through their internal organs with a single sword strike, severing their life force. Priority will be given to your safety and that of the civilians."

Chapter 120 Demonic Yin Void Tribulation

Regarding the emergency response policy for the demonic body, Tingyun had already heard some rumors.

The first case of demonic possession occurred a long time ago, and people have been trying to treat it ever since, but to this day there has been no success.

Rumors gradually spread among the people that the Demonic Body was a disguised form of death for the Immortal Boat people.

Now that the superiors have given their instructions, Tingyun understands their attitude towards the Demon Yin Body.

Tingyun didn't delay; she carefully considered her options as she rushed to the accident scene.

Bai Yan remained seated at the stone table, watching Ting Yun hurriedly leave, and quietly drank a cup of bitter tea.

For Tingyun, this period of time was equivalent to half a lifetime, but from Baiyan's perspective, it was only the time it takes to drink a cup of tea.

A moment later, Tingyun arrived at the scene.

The one who fell into demonic possession was a junior who had joined the army later than her.

The demonic sympathizer in the middle of the street was no longer human; withered yellow leaves covered his entire body, rustling in the wind.

Only his face was not yet completely covered by the withered leaves.

Tingyun recognized him as one of his juniors. The entire squad admired those heroes and had only decided to enlist last year.

At the same time, a child covered his head and shouted, "Help...help me..."

The junior, now possessed by demonic possession, looked at her with his last, bewildered eyes: "Stop... Sister Yun..."

The childish cries for help and the hoarse shouts came almost simultaneously.

Tingyun was slightly taken aback, her eyes quickly becoming lifeless again, and after hesitating for a second, she lunged at the child.

She reacted quickly, standing in front of the child and using the sword in her hand to shake off the junior who was trapped in the demonic body.