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For many years afterward, Lin Zhixu simply watched it quietly.

Look at that newly hatched snake, dragging its charred body little by little, crawling out of the lightning crater after the tribulation.

Watching it hunt monsters several times its own size in the wilderness out of hunger, each pounce and bite was made with all its might, each time it narrowly won, dragging itself back to the cave with its last bit of blood.

Out of curiosity, it sneaked into the human world, lying under a noodle stall to steal half a steamed bun. The owner slapped its tail with a spatula, and it was almost caught and made into snake wine.

Watch as it finally finds its own kind after going through countless hardships. Because of its extraordinary talent, it is besieged by its own kind out of jealousy on the eve of its transformation and is falsely accused of being a traitor.

Time flies swiftly in the illusion; a thousand years have passed.

Yu Linzhou, no, he should be called She Fengheng now.

Lin Zhixu then learned that Yu Linzhou's original name was She Fengheng, and that Fengheng Immortal Venerable was the title he adopted from his real name.

However, he got used to calling Yu Linzhou that and never changed it.

Yu Linzhou has transformed into a young man, his face still bearing some traces of childishness, but his future brilliance is already evident.

At this moment, he was recuperating and healing his injuries in a cave, and the wounds on his body, left by his clansmen who had been chasing him, were shocking.

Lin Zhixu sat opposite him, watching him close his eyes and endure the pain.

Only then did I realize that Yu Linzhou was actually so afraid of pain.

Suddenly, a commotion arose outside the cave, and several rough voices echoed through the woods: "Search carefully! He's so badly injured, he couldn't have gone far!"

Yu Linzhou suddenly opened his eyes, barely managing to prop up his battered body, knowing he couldn't stay there any longer.

He hasn't grown up yet, and a head-on confrontation would only lead to his death. Once he becomes powerful, he will make sure they die without a burial place!

He gritted his teeth, flipped over and transformed into a blurry black shadow, rushing off in one direction at lightning speed.

He didn't know where the safe place was.

Those people were hot on his heels, and he dared not look back, but just kept his head down and flew forward.

Until the last bit of strength in his body was completely drained, everything went black before his eyes, and he fell from mid-air.

He was exhausted of his spiritual power and injured, and involuntarily reverted to his original form during his fall.

A black snake covered in wounds fell straight into the rushing river.

The river carried him downstream, stumbling and falling among the rocks, until he finally drifted into an unnamed shallow stream.

Lin Zhixu followed closely behind him, knowing full well that this was a predetermined past, yet she still couldn't help but worry.

He looked around, trying to find even the slightest way to help him.

Just then, he saw a hunter in the woods not far away, shooting a rabbit with his bow.

Seeing that he was about to shoot an arrow, but then noticed that there were several little rabbits following behind the rabbit, he seemed to soften his heart and put down the bow and arrow.

"Sigh, it's rare to see a hunter like me. Looks like I'll be eating dry rations again today."

Lin Zhixu instantly realized that he was a kind person.

With no other choice, he mustered all his strength and poured his spiritual power into a stone half-submerged in the stream.

The stones gleamed faintly in the dim forest, twinkling like shards of gold scattered by sunlight filtering through the leaves.

The hunter put down his bow and arrows, squinted and looked this way, seemingly puzzled. After hesitating for a moment, he put away his bow and arrows and walked over.

His footsteps crunched over the fallen leaves, growing closer and closer until they finally stopped by the stream.

At a glance, I spotted the black snake soaking in the stream, which had stained the water red.

The hunter bent down, his rough fingers reaching into the water, and scooped the unconscious snake out of the stream.

The burly man looked down at the black snake in his palm, which was covered in wounds and barely breathing. He clicked his tongue and muttered to himself, "How did it get so badly injured? It's pitiful. Oh well, it's fate. Consider it an act of kindness."

"Even if he can't be saved, he can still have a bowl of snake soup."

He carefully tucked the small snake into his bosom and turned to walk towards the village.

He felt a little regretful; he had been momentarily blinded by the light and thought it was gold, only to find it was just a stone.

Sigh, he knew it; how could he possibly have such a good opportunity?

Lin Zhixu stood there and let out a long breath.

He only heard the hunter's last words, and he didn't know whether they were good or bad for Yu Linzhou.

He didn't know how Yu Linzhou had survived back then; perhaps it was this hunter who had saved him.

But with his involvement this time, it's uncertain whether it will create a butterfly effect.

……

The hunter took Yu Linzhou home and bandaged his wounds.

He put the bandaged snake into a bamboo basket lined with old cotton, patted the dregs of medicine off his hands, and got up to go to the stove to start a fire and cook.

The hunter lived alone, without wife or children. His stove was cold and deserted, and he was too lazy to cook anything fancy. He simply cooked a bowl of thin porridge, baked two flatbreads on the edge of the iron pot, and ate them with a dish of pickled vegetables.

Yu Linzhou woke up three days later.

He opened his eyes and saw unfamiliar wooden beams and mud walls, the air filled with the smell of herbs and firewood.

Memories of his previous unconsciousness flooded back, causing his scales to tense instantly, his vertical pupils to shrink, and him to instinctively adopt a defensive stance.

The hunter pushed open the door, carrying a bowl of water. When he saw that the boy was awake, a look of surprise flashed across his face, then he grinned and said, "Hey, you little rascal, you're really lucky."

"It's been three days. I thought you weren't going to wake up. I was just about to start heating the oil in the pan."

Yu Linzhou: "..."

Yu Linzhou subconsciously tried to speak, but only managed to let out a few hissing sounds.

He looked down at his body, which was wrapped in strips of cloth, and realized that he might have lost too much spiritual energy and couldn't turn back to his original form for the time being. He couldn't even speak human language anymore.

The hunter breathed a sigh of relief when he saw that the man was just curled up in the basket and had no intention of attacking.

He couldn't identify the species of the black snake, nor did he know if it was poisonous.

To be honest, he regretted it as soon as he finished the rescue a couple of days ago.

He has no other faults, except that he's soft-hearted. Many people say that if he doesn't change this nature, he'll suffer a great loss sooner or later.

He knew he had this problem, but he just couldn't help it.

Over the years, I have rescued quite a few wild animals. After raising them, I release them back into the mountains and forests, and nothing has gone wrong.

Snakes are different. After all, they are cold-blooded animals and may even be highly venomous. A bite from one of them is no joke.

If you kindly raise a pet, only to be bitten and poisoned to death in the end, that would be truly unjust.

The hunter dared not get too close. He carefully placed the bowl in his hand on the wooden table next to him, took half a step back, and then spoke: "I'm not a bad person. I found you in the stream. You were badly injured, so I brought you back to treat you."

"There's water here, drink some if you're thirsty. If you're hungry, I'll go catch a couple of field mice for you. Once you're healed, I'll let you go back to the mountains."

He knew the other person was a snake and probably couldn't understand what he was saying, but he inexplicably wanted to communicate with it as if it could understand him.

He was inwardly chuckling to himself, cursing himself for being foolish, when he saw the snake nod.

The hunter's hand froze in mid-air, his eyes wide: "You...you can understand me?"

The black snake nodded again.

The hunter swallowed hard, took a step back, and bumped his lower back against the edge of the table.

Goodness gracious, what did he save?

He had heard the village elders say before that there were intelligent spirit beasts in those deep mountains that could understand human nature and speech, but he always thought it was just something the older generation made up to scare children.

I can't believe it's true, and he actually ran into it!