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"If you're dead, then so be it."

The snow is still falling, and it's getting heavier and heavier.

His mother hugged him for a while, and then said, "Why is the snow getting into my neck? Son, shield me from the snow."

As he said this, he squatted down and carried Jiang Si on his back, using her as an umbrella to shield her from the snow.

"Hmph, we can live a good life without him..."

The branches nearby, laden with snow, crackled crisply in the cold wind, followed by more snow falling to the ground.

It startled his mother, who then laughed and scolded him twice.

The alleyway, blanketed in silver, was silent. The mother carried him all the way back, their footprints soon covered by the heavy snow.

Amidst the swirling snowflakes, not a single person could be seen.

In the narrow alley, every household had its windows and doors tightly shut, with no fires lit and no lights, making it as silent as a graveyard.

His mother was whispering something in his ear, but as they walked, even her voice disappeared.

He got off his mother's back and walked back down to the ground.

Stepping on the thick snow, there was no sound. For a moment, he thought he had gone deaf.

Then he turned his head to look at the windows of the surrounding houses.

He witnessed his father's repeated attempts at alchemy, and his repeated failures.

My father began practicing Taoism in his youth, and started practicing alchemy after he married my mother.

I heard that he wasn't crazy at first; he only practiced Taoism to cultivate his character and temperament.

Since my father's parents passed away from serious illness, my father seems to have suffered some kind of trauma.

He became obsessed with alchemy, hoping to cure all diseases and achieve immortality.

What kept him going was his several successful attempts at alchemy.

Even after taking the pills, his pain was somewhat relieved.

So he began to refine pills even more obsessively.

He lost his job, lost his friends, and fell out with his mother.

They were almost getting a divorce.

Eventually, he and his mother lived apart.

As he walked through the alley, he saw in the mirror the arguments, insults, and ridicule his father had experienced.

From a young age, he loved to squat beside his father's alchemy furnace and watch him refine elixirs.

His father would tell him many, many things about cultivating immortality.

The ruthlessness of the Great Dao, immortality and freedom, and various methods of immortals.

Jiang Si didn't think her father was a fool, nor did she think he was particularly smart.

We keep walking down roads that seem impassable, even when there are better ways.

The snow stopped.

He saw in the window of the house next door that he had grown up and started going to school.

Then, the true path was found.

At that time, my father's health deteriorated due to his alchemy practice. He was bedridden for many years and his health began to decline.

When Jiang Si told him about the real path to immortality in the online novel.

The father simply tore up his book with a gloomy expression.

His mother cried and begged him not to be like his father.

Her life was ruined by her father's alchemy, and she didn't want to see her son suffer the same fate.

But Jiang Si knew she was different.

He walked the true path, and he never thought it would affect his life.

All the pursuit of truth goes outside of academic studies, even when seeking extraordinary powers in the world.

He only used the spare change he earned from his part-time job during the holidays.

Taking his father as a warning, he did not intend to make a mess of his life and family in his pursuit of the Tao.

But the parents tightened their grip even further.

During holidays, he is not allowed to go out, read online novels, or even go out to work.

Strictly control his travel and monitor the books he reads.

Thankfully, Lu Ya was there.

Because of Lu Ya, his path to enlightenment has never been interrupted.

Even when locked in a room, Jiang Si never felt bored or resentful.

These are all necessary steps in the cultivation process.

Only those who can endure loneliness are qualified to embark on the path of cultivation.

that's the truth.

Looking back at the path she had come from, Jiang Si couldn't help but smile freely.

The path of mental imagery is not bad.

From the past to the present, when Jiang Si saw a door again, she casually pushed it open and went inside.

As I continued striding forward, I came to see the courtyard.

That was the house my father bought after working hard. The yard wasn't big, but it was much better than the dilapidated house before.

But now, it's completely different from what I remember.

The snow has stopped, but the houses are still covered in white.

Funeral wreaths and mourning banners covered the entire house.

In a daze, it seemed as if it were still a heavy snowfall.

Jiang Si looked around again. The path outside had been paved with asphalt, the garbage mountain was gone, and the mulberry tree that she used to like to climb had also disappeared, leaving only a small pavilion.

A form beyond memory.

Stepping on the ground, I could clearly feel a certain weight.

That is the weight of reality.

Instead of rushing back, Jiang Si continued walking forward until she reached the unfamiliar front door of her own home.

Two elderly people were squatting at the entrance of the courtyard, eating sunflower seeds and chatting on small stools.

Upon seeing Jiang Si, they all stood up immediately.

"Oh my! Isn't this Jiang Changshou's eldest son?"

"Jiang Si, why are you back? Didn't you run away with Lu Ya?"

"I heard they eloped?"

Jiang Si was somewhat confused and simply asked, "Who died?"

The two elderly people were both forcing a smile:

"Your dad..."

"They've been gone for so long, and the funeral is only being held today."

Jiang Si looked up at the wreaths in the courtyard. "Did you have a bad reaction to the pills?"

"No, he stopped making pills a long time ago. Your dad had a change of heart a long time ago, and he started working honestly and never touched those things again. But he must have been seriously injured, because his health has been poor ever since..."

When we came in, there were several tables in the courtyard, and the guests had already eaten.

They then sat down and started chatting.

Leftovers were on the table, some people were laughing and joking, some were picking their teeth, and children were running around.

The faint sound of crying could be heard from the lobby; it was heart-wrenching, but not very genuine.

Jiang Si walked through the crowd and into the main hall, which was filled with smoke, making it seem like she had entered her father's old alchemy room.

Turning my head, I could see the brazier burning paper money and a woman rolling around and wailing beside it.

And a couple standing there, chatting absentmindedly with someone else.

He didn't know the couple, but judging from their identities and appearances, they must be family members.

Family members, younger brother? Or something else?

After they went to the magical girl world to seek enlightenment, it wouldn't be surprising if the two of them had another child...

After he walked in, the stranger who was rolling on the ground crying and wailing became even more energetic.

Who are you?

He picked it up and asked impatiently.

The woman, who had been wailing, was so frightened that she choked and stopped crying.

But tears and snot were still streaming down my face.

People nearby immediately rushed over, shouting, "What are you doing! Who are you? Put him down!"

However, Jiang Si simply asked, "Why are you crying?"

The woman cried even harder, "This is my job..."

Oh, selling tears.

He thought for a moment, then decided not to make things difficult for the other person, simply tossing the message out the door: "No need."

The young man, who looked somewhat like his father, immediately shoved him, saying, "Who are you?! What do you want?! Don't cause trouble at my father's funeral! I'm warning you! Don't even think about eating at my father's banquet if you haven't given a gift!"

He was shouting loudly, and even the people in the courtyard who came to attend the funeral looked over.