Writing Through a Cold Night, the Longevity Dao Rhyme Passes Down Its Flame

On a winter night, Secluded Forest Valley was exceptionally tranquil. The wind and snow had long since ceased, and moonlight spilled across the snow, glimmering with a faint silver sheen. In the study of Secluded Abode, an oil lamp cast a feeble glow, stretching Shen Hao's shadow long behind him. He sat before his desk, holding a brush made from Hongmeng Peach Wood. Before him lay a blank scroll of bamboo slips, and he was preparing to record, one by one, his insights into the Longevity Dao Rhyme, along with the techniques of cultivating spirit herbs, raising Spirit Fish, and refining pills. He intended to compile them into a Longevity Dao Canon to be passed down to later generations.

"Brother Hao, it's late. Would you like to rest for a while first?" Zi Xuan entered the study softly, carrying a bowl of warm Snow Lotus Root soup. She set it beside Shen Hao's hand. "I just finished simmering this Snow Lotus Root soup. Drink it while it's hot and warm yourself up."

Shen Hao set down his brush, accepted the Snow Lotus Root soup, and took a sip. Its sweet, refreshing flavor instantly drove away the weariness of staying up late. Looking at Zi Xuan's gentle face, he smiled. "Thanks for the effort, Zi Xuan. I thought I'd take advantage of this quiet, cold night to write more. That way, these insights and techniques can truly be passed down and benefit those who come after us."

Zi Xuan sat beside him, picked up a bamboo slip from the table, and gently traced its grain. "Brother Hao, do you want to write all the true essence of the Longevity Dao Rhyme into this book?"

"Yes." Shen Hao nodded, his gaze drifting toward the moonlight beyond the window. Slowly, he said, "The