Burial Furnace

Liu Ruxue's lips were soft and warm, carrying a faint fragrance of floral dew. It was an indescribably wonderful taste, like the sweetest nectar in the world, making Zhang Yuan's soul tremble.

Liu Ruxue had already shyly closed her beautiful eyes. Her long eyelashes were trembling rapidly, like two startled butterflies fluttering their wings.

She was deeply troubled. The idea of ​​a holy woman being intimate with an eighty-year-old mortal was something she never even dared to dream of.

But to make the performance more realistic, she even raised her delicate hand with trembling hands and hugged his neck.

A sweet and passionate kiss ended.

Her face was flushed with shyness and shock, her voice trembling with disbelief: "You actually managed to..."

She tried to push him away, but the door was kicked open with a bang.

Three tall figures blocked the doorway, and moonlight shone in from behind them, casting long shadows on the ground.

They were three middle-aged male cultivators, dressed in tattered Taoist robes, with various magical artifacts hanging from their waists. Their eyes were fierce and greedy. They were clearly rogue cultivators, and the kind who lived on the edge, lawless and ruthless. The aura emanating from them was extremely powerful!

They entered the house, their eyes scanning every corner like hawks. The dilapidated tables and chairs, the mottled mud walls, the broken bowls on the stove, the rat holes in the corners... they didn't miss any place where people could possibly hide.

Finally, their gaze settled on the bed.

How could Liu Ruxue dare to push the old man away?

And so, without really understanding what was going on, I gave away my first time.

"Excuse me, please continue."

"That old man is really skilled."

"..."

The three independent cultivators had no doubt whatsoever.

The Holy Maiden of the Holy Maiden Sect, with her Heavenly Spiritual Root, would never stoop so low as to be intimate with an old man with white hair.

The door was closed gently.

They continued searching the village, causing chaos, but to no avail.

"Where did you hide it?"

"Did they slip away from behind the village?"

"Chase them! Chase them quickly!"

"..."

The footsteps and shouts gradually faded into the distance, disappearing completely into the night.

The room, however, remained warm and cozy.

Zhang Yuan is still making trouble.

Liu Ruxue blushed and closed her beautiful eyes.

She didn't know whether she should push him away.

If you push him away, he'll definitely feel bad.

Since it's already been given to him, let him have it.

"My God, she's so kind!" Zhang Yuan exclaimed in his heart.

If it were any other female cultivator, the ruthless type, she might have killed him to vent her anger.

Where would they allow him to continue?

Therefore, he became even more gentle.

A dozen minutes later.

Everything finally calmed down.

Zhang Yuan, panting, continued to hold her tightly, unwilling to let go. This beautiful, sexy, and kind saintess had instantly captured his heart, leaving him with an unforgettable memory.

I really want to have her forever, I really want to cultivate immortality with her, and ascend to the immortal realm together in the future.

How wonderful that would be?

But reality is too cruel!

I'm on my deathbed, and I should be thanking God if I can live for another three days!

Sigh, I must be the most pathetic time traveler ever.

He transmigrated to a world of cultivation, but not only did he fail to cultivate, he couldn't even be a good ordinary person.

He had amassed a fortune through his knowledge and experience from his previous life and married the stunningly beautiful Lin Qingxue.

However, on the very night that their wedding night was drawing to a close, a cultivator claiming to be from the Ascension Gate suddenly appeared, saying that Lin Qingxue possessed exceptional talent for cultivation and that he wanted to take her away.

He resisted, pleaded, and even knelt down and kowtowed.

But all I got in return was a kick.

The cultivator not only took away his newlywed wife, but also plundered all the wealth he had accumulated throughout his life, claiming it was for "the cost of training disciples."

From then on, he was penniless.

He later remarried and had children, but none of them possessed any talent for cultivation; they were all mortals. One by one, they grew up, grew old, and died. He watched helplessly as his bloodline withered away in poverty and illness, watched himself grow old day by day, and soon lay in a cold coffin, powerless to stop it…

Now, perhaps God, seeing how pathetic his life had been, sent him a saintess to experience it all before he died. But it only brought him more regret and more resentment.

"Grandpa, thank you for saving me. And thank you for your kindness just now. I have to go now, back to the Holy Maiden Sect." Liu Ruxue looked at the old man who had taken her virginity with a complicated expression, her voice exceptionally gentle and charming, with a hint of reluctance.

Her first man.

"Okay." Zhang Yuan felt a pang of pain in his heart, and tears almost welled up in his eyes.

This gentle, kind, and beautiful woman is about to leave, disappearing from his world forever. No, he no longer has a world. He is about to enter his coffin and turn to dust.

He reluctantly let go of her.

She gently stroked his wrinkled face with her delicate hands, tenderly and lovingly, as if trying to etch his image into her heart. Then she gracefully stepped out of his embrace and dressed herself.

He untied a jade pendant from his waist and gently placed it in Zhang Yuan's hand. The jade pendant was entirely emerald green, without a single impurity, and had a warm, smooth feel with a slight coolness. One side was engraved with a delicate character for "snow," while the other side was engraved with an exquisite snowflake pattern.

"If you have the chance to go to the Saintess Gate and use this as a token to find me, I will extend your life and let you live a few more years, but I don't have that ability right now."

She turned around, walked quickly out, and gently closed the door behind her.

Goodbye, old man.

Liu Ruxue murmured, her voice filled with deep sorrow.

She had already discovered that the old man only had three days left to live.

There is absolutely no way he will ever go to the Saintess Gate again.

The Holy Maiden Gate is 500 li away from here; it would take an ordinary person more than ten days to walk there!

So this is what life and death mean.

She could never repay his life-saving grace.

She soared into the sky on her sword and disappeared into the vast night.

Reluctantly watching her leave, Zhang Yuan clutched the jade pendant, feeling inexplicably cold!

This coldness didn't come from outside the body, but seeped from the depths of the bone marrow and the soul.

He knew he was about to die!

My eighty-year journey through time has finally come to an end today.

He was not reconciled.

How could he accept this?

He transmigrated once, but didn't even get close to the threshold of cultivation.

Having your wife and wealth stolen, you don't even have the right to seek revenge!

The chill grew stronger, as if countless ice needles were piercing his internal organs.

Zhang Yuan used the last of his strength to struggle toward the kitchen.

In the corner of the kitchen, there was a dilapidated stove.

That was an heirloom passed down through his family.

The stove was small, about half a person's height, and completely black, covered in rust, with some blurry ancient patterns engraved on it.

Eighty years have passed since he traveled from the past to the present. He has moved countless times and lost countless things, but this broken stove is the only thing he has always kept with him.

Zhang Yuan squatted down, trembling as he picked up a few pieces of dry firewood and threw them into the stove.

Something strange happened!