A Small Display of Skill

Blue Silver Valley. 👺😂 ❻❾ ☜☠

When Ling Yi arrived, Ah Yin was not cultivating; she was simply sitting on the cliff face above the valley, gazing at the white clouds in the sky.

Sitting on a rock about a meter away from Ah Yin, Ling Yi also turned his gaze to the horizon, remaining silent.

Although neither of them spoke, the atmosphere was not awkward at all; instead, there was an unspoken understanding and a sense of ease.

After a long while, the sky gradually darkened, and a crescent moon hung over the other side of the mountain.

"I thought we'd never have another chance to be alone together like this again—"

Looking at the pale crescent moon, Ah Yin uttered Youyou voice.

"As long as you want it, as long as I'm here..."

In response to Ah Yin's resentment, Ling Yi uttered eight seemingly unrelated words.

This promise, which wasn't really a promise, made Ah Yin's eyes light up, but then dimmed again. She said nonchalantly, "Never mind, let's not make her angry—"

As he said this, the confusion in his eyes disappeared, replaced by a glimmer of hope.

Ling Yi understood the meaning behind Ah Yin's words perfectly, but he had no intention of exposing them. Although the tea's cultivation was somewhat rudimentary, its quality was exceptionally high, making it a rare and exquisite beverage.

In Osamu Dazai's No Longer Human *, there is a passage that reads, "Being too enthusiastic towards anyone increases the probability of not being appreciated. If one can avoid intense joy, then sorrow will naturally not follow. Perhaps there really is a kind of coward in this world who is afraid even of happiness, and gets hurt even by touching cotton."

Whether in his past life or this one, Ling Yi has never experienced the kind of heart-fluttering feeling of being willing to risk everything for love, though he has been pursued intensely on numerous occasions.

Therefore, in order not to harm any of the "brave cowards", Ling Yi honed a set of experiences unique to himself.

Without delving deeper into the topic, Ling Yi placed his hands behind his back, leaned back, and looked up at the sky, which had turned a deep blue. Under the sparse starlight, he whispered:

"Ah Yin, look at those stars. They were here ten thousand years ago, and they will still be here ten thousand years from now. Will you and I still be able to look at them like this then?"

Ah Yin: "..."

Listening to Ling Yi's words, Ah Yin instinctively thought that when she looked at the starry sky from the perspective of the "Blue Silver Emperor" ten thousand years ago, there were some stars that did not exist now.

But after thinking about it, Ah Yin held back.

For no other reason than that she wasn't ready to confront him.

Although Ling Yi should already know her Soul Beast identity, and she also knew that Ling Yi should know her Soul Beast identity, since Ling Yi hadn't revealed it, Ah Yin didn't want to lift the veil in the short term for the sake of her plan.

With Ling Yi's profound understanding of the world, even though Ah Yin didn't speak or show any change in expression, he still keenly sensed Ah Yin emotional fluctuations. ♧✌ 🎃♚

Without paying attention, Ah Yin knew about the starry sky ten thousand years ago, Ling Yi knew that she knew, but the key to this sentence was not "ten thousand years ago," but "ten thousand years later."

In his previous life, Ling Yi would usually use "ten years ago" and "ten years later," but in this Douluo Continent where ten thousand or one hundred thousand years can pass in an instant, the time unit naturally needs to be lengthened.

The main idea is to adapt to local customs.

"When I was little, I learned that our Ling Family had never had Soul Master. I didn't understand why my parents sounded so disappointed and helpless."

"Until that day,"

Ling Yi continued, "Around the year 2593 of the Douluo Calendar, one day, an old man in the village passed away."

"Do you know? Just the day before, that old man was watching my cousin and me play with a smile, but the next day, he closed his eyes forever, lying there, never again looking at my cousin and me with those cloudy, yellowed eyes..."

"Life is so small and fragile; at that moment, an immense fear arose in my heart."

"I'm terrified. I'm afraid that one day in the future, I'll lie there like that, no matter how much my relatives and acquaintances cry and wail, I'll keep my eyes closed and not move, until I'm burned to ashes by a raging fire..."

Ah Yin listened to Ling Yi's narration and put herself in Ling Yi's shoes, a sense of fear inexplicably arose in her heart.

This fear was even stronger than when I faced the heavenly lightning back then!

When she faced the heavenly lightning back then, she was only instinctively afraid of death. But now, Ah Yin realized that she was not only afraid of death, but also afraid that after death she would never be able to see the people around her again.

I could have endured the darkness if I had never seen the Sun.

Having nothing is terrible, but it's even worse to gain something and then lose it.

Ah Yin couldn't imagine what would be the point of her becoming a god even if Ling Yi was no longer by her side.

Sensing Ah Yin's turbulent emotions, Ling Yi narrowed his eyes slightly as he gazed at the starry sky: 'It seems I went a bit too far. The woman from Douluo seems to be overly love-struck...'

With these thoughts racing through his mind, Ling Yi decided to hold back his strength.

"Five hundred years I will forget the mortal world, a thousand years later I will no longer be myself, ten thousand years later there will be no one like me. As time goes by, only a stone will remain to witness the destruction of the universe."

Ling Yi picked up a rough mountain rock with his right hand and held it in front of him, reciting leisurely.

Although I miss more Su Zizhan's poem among the "Four Masters of Eating, Drinking, Gambling, and Prostitution": "I am but a mayfly in the vastness of heaven and earth, a grain of millet in the boundless ocean. I lament the brevity of my life, and envy the endlessness of the Yangtze River. I wish I could ride the immortals to roam the heavens, and embrace the bright moon to live forever. Knowing that this cannot be achieved in an instant, I entrust my lingering thoughts to the mournful wind."

However, considering the cultural level of the Douluo Continent and Ah Yin's comprehension ability, Ling Yi switched to more colloquial language.

In response, Ah Yin blinked her large, bright eyes, looked at Ling Yi beside her, and said with an unprecedentedly serious tone and expression:

"Brother Yi, don't worry, we will definitely reach level 100 and become gods in the future, achieving immortality!"

"Hmm!" Ling Yi didn't refute, but turned his head and smiled at Ah Yin.

Setting down the rough mountain rock in his hand, Ling Yi gazed at the star-studded night sky and smiled, saying, "When that time comes, together we'll traverse the entire land on foot: the ' Far North Ice Field ' in the north, the ' Lost Track Grand Canyon ' and ' Heavenly Spirit Mountain Range ' in the middle, the ' Golden Sand Desert ' in the southwest... After exploring the Douluo Continent, we'll set sail and see the ends of the earth..."

Along the way, listen to the wind in the wilderness, see the scenery on the mountaintops, smell the fragrance of flowers and grass, the azure sea, the white clouds, and the twinkling stars...

At the same time, let the "Blue Silver Grass" appear in every corner of this world...

"Good--!"

Ah Yin nodded vigorously, her beautiful eyes sparkling with captivating light.

At this moment, overwhelmed with emotion, Ah Yin found it difficult to control herself and subconsciously rolled over and stood up. The meter-long distance that had always been maintained between the two disappeared, and her slender figure pressed down on Ling Yi without warning.

"Achoo—!"

In the City Lord’s Mansion, Yang Shelly, who was still practicing spear techniques in the training ground, suddenly sneezed.