A Legend Who Had Lived for Ten Thousand Years

Dubian Town, the backyard of Mysterious Bookstore.

"What's your name?" Inside the room, Ma Feifei sat in a chair and looked at the woman before him as he asked.

Yes, in the end, Ma Feifei had still brought her home. There was no other reason—he simply couldn't shake her off. Besides, Ma Feifei felt the bookstore needed some security measures, so he would not have to keep watching the customers every day, afraid that another "Zhao Xiaodao Incident" might happen.

Of course, before that, he had to find out where this unfamiliar woman came from. A clean background was the most important thing.

Only when facing Ma Feifei did the colorless eyes of the unfamiliar woman show a trace of emotion, and her expression relaxed slightly.

"Yun Qingyang." Yun Qingyang seemed a little embarrassed and lowered her head slightly.

"Gender."

Yun Qingyang raised her head and glanced at Ma Feifei without speaking.

Ma Feifei curled his lip and continued asking, "Age?"

"I don't know."

"Hobbies?"

"Sleeping."

"Strengths?"

"I've lived a long time."

"Weaknesses?"

"I've lived too long."

"Favorite food?"

"Spirit Crystals."

"How long is 'too long'?" Ma Feifei stared at Yun Qingyang's face and asked.

Although cultivators in this world lived much longer, and some old monsters several hundred years old still looked like middle-aged uncles in their forties, people gave off different auras at different stages of life. It was not so obvious when someone was old, but it was easy to tell when they were young.

Yun Qingyang might be aloof and cold, but Ma Feifei could still tell that she was somewhat immature. In his previous life, she would have been the sort of young girl who had yet to enter society. How old could someone at that age possibly be?

Yet Yun Qingyang's next words slapped Ma Feifei hard across the face, startling him so badly his eyes nearly popped out.

"It seems I've already lived for over ten thousand years."

"???"

Ma Feifei was completely dumbfounded.

Over ten thousand years? And "it seems"?

That number was terrifying beyond belief! The Azure Dragon Continent had only existed for a little over thirty thousand years since the ancient era. China in his previous life had only five thousand years of history, the Chu Kingdom had only existed for a little over five thousand years, and Ma Feifei himself was only in his early twenties!

And now she was telling him she had lived for more than ten thousand years?

What kind of joke was this?! Ma Feifei already found the more-than-three-thousand-year-old Chu Saint utterly unbelievable. But over ten thousand years old? That was enough to scare someone to death!

Yet seeing Yun Qingyang's serious expression, Ma Feifei actually believed her.

"Then aren't you an immortal?" Ma Feifei asked in astonishment. According to the records of Azure Dragon Continent history, there truly had been figures who lived for over ten thousand years—but those were all from the ancient era more than thirty thousand years ago. Only great figures whose cultivation had reached the level of immortals could live so long. Yet over the past thirty thousand years of the Azure Dragon Continent, no one who had lived for more than ten thousand years had ever appeared. Back then, Emperor Chu the Conqueror, the founding emperor of the Chu Kingdom, had possessed cultivation that overshadowed the entire Azure Dragon Continent. Even if he had not died by now, he would only be a little over five thousand years old, still far from ten thousand years.

Only by breaking through the Spirit Saint Realm and reaching the Immortal Realm could one contend with the passage of time.

Yun Qingyang shook her head. "At my peak, I only had Spirit Saint Stage Eight cultivation."

Spirit Saint Stage Eight was already an extraordinary existence. However, Yun Qingyang had lived for ten thousand years, so Ma Feifei found it perfectly normal that she had cultivated to Spirit Saint Stage Eight and did not look too surprised.

But when Yun Qingyang had tried to attack him yesterday, her cultivation had not seemed that exaggerated! Spirit Saint Stage Eight! She could probably crush him with a single finger.

Seeming to see Ma Feifei's confusion, Yun Qingyang explained, "I was injured while breaking through the barrier, so I only have Spirit Master Stage Five cultivation right now."

Although she had fallen to Spirit Master Stage Five, Yun Qingyang still possessed the foundation of Spirit Saint Stage Eight. She was only injured now; once she slowly recovered, her stage would naturally rise again. In other words, Ma Feifei had encountered a figure standing above the clouds of the Azure Dragon Continent! Not only did her cultivation overshadow the continent—so did her age.

I've got myself a powerful backer! The way Ma Feifei looked at Yun Qingyang changed once again.

The system might be formidable, but it still required gradual progress. As for safety, it could guarantee his safety only within the bookstore; elsewhere, whether he lived or died, whether he was buried or not, it did not care. If someone really wanted to kill him outside one day, the system would not be able to help.

But Yun Qingyang was different! Spirit Saint Stage Eight cultivation—a humanoid bodyguard! If he took her with him, where on the Azure Dragon Continent could he not go?

"If you have nowhere to go, stay here with me for now!" Ma Feifei seemed to remember something and added, "Right, if there's anything you need to help with your injuries, just say so. My father used to practice medicine, and there are still plenty of medicinal herbs left at home. Take whatever you can use."

Yun Qingyang glanced at Ma Feifei. "Take whatever I want?"

Ma Feifei waved a hand casually and declared grandly, "As long as it helps you recover from your injuries, take whatever you want."

What a joke. The medicinal herbs his father had left behind were all for treating bruises, sprains, and external injuries. The best among them was merely a thousand-year-old ginseng, worth only around a hundred gold coins on the market. Back when Ma Feifei could not afford food, he had considered selling it, only to discover that his father had used the ginseng to soak wine. It could not be sold.

An entire ginseng root! All soaked in wine! Ma Feifei even suspected that his cheap old man had overindulged in tonics and then dropped dead because of it.

Other than that, Ma Feifei truly could not think of any valuable medicinal herbs!

Besides, if he could curry favor with a great figure with Spirit Saint Stage Eight cultivation, then no matter how expensive the medicinal herbs were, Ma Feifei would hand them over without hesitation.

Upon hearing this, Yun Qingyang nodded and said nothing more.

Seeing this, Ma Feifei ended the topic as well. "It's already very late. I'll take you to rest."

Though Ma Feifei's courtyard was small, it had enough rooms. Besides his own, there were three more: one master bedroom and two guest rooms. It had a kitchen, a latrine, and everything else it needed.

The master bedroom had belonged to Ma Feifei's late father. After his father died, Ma Feifei had never moved in, so it had remained empty all this time. Now, he settled Yun Qingyang in that master bedroom.

"This room is yours from now on. The bedding's all newly changed, but the room's a little dirty. Make do for one night first; tomorrow, I'll have someone come clean it."

It couldn't be helped—Ma Feifei was lazy. He rarely even cleaned his own room, let alone these vacant ones. Fallen leaves carpeted the courtyard, and even when he saw them, he couldn't be bothered to clear them away.

Yun Qingyang still said nothing, merely nodding, looking cool as ever.

If Ma Feifei had thought she was aloof before, then now it seemed perfectly natural! A legend who had lived for over ten thousand years—perhaps even talking felt exhausting to her!

Think about it! After speaking for over ten thousand years, who would still want to keep talking? Of course, if she could avoid speaking, she would.

Ma Feifei even began imagining whether Yun Qingyang might have thoughts of not wanting to go on living.

After all, living for over ten thousand years was far too exhausting.

At the very least, everyone from her era must have died already!

Too lonely.

After settling Yun Qingyang in, Ma Feifei returned to his own room in a daze and lay down. He stared blankly at the ceiling, his eyes devoid of focus, his mind a muddled mess as wild thoughts ran through it.

He had gone to Nine Heavens Mountain once and come back with a living Buddha in tow. How was this like something out of a storyteller's tale? Could this be the legendary treatment reserved for a protagonist?

At that thought, Ma Feifei could not help grinning foolishly.

But as he laughed, he suddenly could not laugh anymore; he recalled that Yun Qingyang's behavior seemed rather strange! She had clearly wanted to kill him before, yet after one night, not only had she stopped trying to kill him, she had followed him home and moved into his house.

"I've heard in storybooks that those ancient monsters who've lived for countless years all possess secret arts for stealing souls and taking bodies. Could it be that she's taken a fancy to my body?"

"That has to be it. How could she have lived so long without becoming immortal? She must be prolonging her life through body-snatching!"

"It's over, it's over. I've let a wolf into the house. I'm dead for sure."

At that thought, Ma Feifei felt terrible all over.

The consequence of letting his imagination run wild was that Ma Feifei slept poorly the entire night. The next morning, he got up with panda eyes.