Urban Undying Lord
Chapter 336 - 336 335 Transforming the Ordinary Ninth Update

336: Chapter 335: Transforming the Ordinary (Ninth Update) 336: Chapter 335: Transforming the Ordinary (Ninth Update) Winter departed and spring arrived, bringing revival to all things.

In Baihua Valley, Ye Xuan settled down, building a hut and personally planting a sapling in the valley, watering it every day.

The tender shoots broke through the soil, and the sapling grew vigorously.

Spring turned to summer, and the small tree grew day by day, its slender trunk splitting into branches, sprouting many green leaves.

Summer turned to autumn, and when the autumn breeze blew, a hint of chill resonated between heaven and earth.

The small tree Ye Xuan planted began to decline, its once verdant leaves gradually turning to a withered yellow.

As the autumn wind blew, the withered leaves fluttered through the air.

Harsh winter had arrived, leaving the world bleak.

When the first heavy snow fell between heaven and earth, the small tree Ye Xuan planted withered in the cold wind, losing its last bit of life.

The seasons changed, heaven and earth revolved—a cycle of life and death.

Ye Xuan fixated on the withering tree, a spark of Spiritual Light focusing in his eyes, and he finally understood what he had lost.

The chill of heaven and earth, and the drifting snowflakes.

Ye Xuan stood solemnly amidst the heaven and earth, sighing deeply,

“I’ve lost the life of a mortal!”

Indeed, from his childhood, Ye Xuan had endured many hardships.

As a youth, he had battled in the Blood Sea Battlefield.

All along, he had never been a mere mortal nor experienced the life of one.

Red Dust Heart Refining, the law naturally follows.

Without experiencing the life of a mortal, how could he understand their helplessness and sorrow?

Ye Xuan blamed himself for the death of his younger sister, unsure if his actions were right or wrong, feeling as if he had driven her family to death, this guilt suffocating him.

“To live as a mortal, not understanding human hearts, let me transform into a mortal, to spend a century in this vast Red Dust, and see whether I can transcend afterward.”

Ye Xuan left Baihua Valley; he didn’t use any Immortal Law but walked step by step towards the beyond the valley.

With each step he took, the Immortal Light around him dimmed a bit until he stepped out of the valley, seeming truly transformed into a mortal, with no trace of immortal essence showing.

Transforming Immortals into Mortals, Red Dust Heart Refining, this was the path Ye Xuan chose.

If he could transcend, a unimaginable transformation would occur within him.

This transformation was a qualitative leap.

Where it would lead, Ye Xuan didn’t know, but he knew he had to take and must take this path.

…

Qingtian Town, by its name, gives an impression of grandeur, but it is merely an ordinary human town.

Because Qingtian Town is located in the highlands, as if connected to the sky, it got its name, which in the vast expanse of The Great Divine Land, isn’t conspicuous at all.

Unremarkable, there are benefits to being unremarkable.

Qingtian Town, located in the northern frontier plateau, mostly experiences the season of swirling winter snow throughout the year.

As there are neither famous mountains nor great marshes within ten thousand miles, and Cultivation Sects are few and far between, it is a rare place of tranquility.

Here, mortals could avoid many disturbances and live quietly in Qingtian Town.

With no floating airships or technologically advanced skyscrapers, this ancient town, standing on the Great Divine Land, has a history of thousands of years.

The people rise at dawn and rest at dusk, self-sufficiently maintaining ancient, traditional customs.

The cold wind howls and the heavy snow falls, covering the entire Qingtian Town in snow, resembling a world dressed in silvery garb, pristine and untouched.

While the snowy scene is beautiful, Qingtian Town is a bitterly cold place.

For the ordinary people, it is a great joy in life to warm a pot of liquor by their own hearth, prepare half a pound of soy-sauce beef, and drink strong spirits with a couple of close friends.

On the streets, few people are seen, and the accumulated snow is a foot high.

Trying to move forward through the heavy snowfall requires extra effort.

Squeak, squeak, squeak!

Heavy footsteps trample on the snow, making a sound as if squeezing the snow.

At the end of the street, a middle-aged, robust man of plain appearance, wearing a thick fur coat, struggles forward while carrying a young child around seven or eight years old amidst the swirling snow.

The child holds a sugar figurine in hand, their cheeks frozen red, but not feeling cold in their father’s embrace.

Instead, they frequently let out joyful laughter, proving the child’s innocence and longing for beautiful things.

“Dad, look!”

Suddenly, the child’s smile vanished, letting out an alarmed shout and pointing towards a roof ahead, startling the middle-aged man, who quickly looked in the direction the child pointed.

What he saw led the middle-aged man to sigh.

A young man in black clothes leans against a dilapidated eave, his clothing extremely thin.

His entire body appeared to be completely frozen stiff.

His thin body trembled involuntarily, his lips completely colorless with traces of ice, seemingly not long for life, about to freeze to death in this snowy, cold weather.

“Ah, this person doesn’t seem to be from our town, where did he come from?” the middle-aged man said with a helpless shake of his head.

“Dad, let’s save this big brother,” the child pleaded, vigorously shaking their father’s arm, their eyes misting with tears, revealing their inherently pure nature, distressed by the sight of the young man freezing on the street.

The middle-aged man furrowed his brows, his voice tinged with hesitation, “Han’er, our home’s surplus grain is already running low, and we don’t know how long this heavy snow will last.

This person’s identity is unknown, if we bring him home, I’m afraid…”

He hesitated to continue, obviously just an ordinary father, managing to sustain a family of three was already challenging.

If he brought this black-clothed young man home, aside from requiring medical treatment, just the additional mouth to feed would feel like a tremendous burden.

“Daddy, didn’t you tell Han’er that saving a life is more meritorious than building a seven-story pagoda?

Since we have encountered him, how can we let this big brother freeze to death in this snow and ice?” The child’s voice was immature, continuously beseeching his father.

Hearing his child’s words, the middle-aged man’s brows knotted tightly.

After a few moments, his brows relaxed, and he smiled, saying, “Han’er is right, since we have seen him, how can we, as father and son, do nothing?”

In the midst of their conversation, they quickly approached the young man in black.

The child jumped down from his father’s embrace and rushed to the young man’s side.

“Big brother, please don’t fall asleep, my dad said, in extremely cold conditions, if you fall asleep, you’ll never wake up again,” the child fretfully shook the young man’s arm, their voice anxious.

Regrettably, the young man’s body was already frozen stiff, and he had fallen into unconsciousness, unresponsive to the child’s words.

Had the young man’s body not occasionally shivered, the father and son might have believed that the young man had already frozen to death in the snow.