Urban Undying Lord
Chapter 340 - 340 339 Time Flies 70 Years 13th Update

340: 339 Time Flies 70 Years (13th Update) 340: 339 Time Flies 70 Years (13th Update) Qingtian Town, thousands of miles of clear skies, spring budding, today was a bright and beautiful spring day.

In front of a three-story private school, Ye Xuan had transformed into a middle-aged appearance, peacefully lying on a rocking chair, basking in the rare spring sunlight.

He truly seemed to blend into the identity of a mortal, and his aura occasionally exuded a refined elegance that made him appear as a learned man at first glance.

“Uncle Ye, Han’er is back to see you.”

A burly young man suddenly materialized in front of Ye Xuan.

Observing his cultivation, he turned out to be a cultivator at the Qi Refining Ninth Layer, just one step away from entering the Foundation Establishment Stage and joining the ranks of cultivators.

Ten years had passed, and the once child had now grown into a youth, bearing a six-part resemblance to his father—equally upright and selfless, equally simple and pure.

Ye Xuan rose from his rocking chair, a kind smile on his face as he said, “You little rascal, you’ve been gone for three years, which must have worried big brother and big sister sick.

If it weren’t for the cultivators roaming the outside world, I’m afraid your parents would have dragged you back for a good beating.”

Ye Xuan’s reproachful words made Li Han’er’s face show an awkward expression, but he then burst into mischievous laughter and said, “Uncle Ye, you understand Han’er the best.

Now, in this great world, cultivators are held in high esteem.

Three years ago, Han’er snuck out of the house to seek out a teacher and learn the arts, but we did inform you, elderly sir.

It was just that I was worried about my parents being worried about me.”

“Shanshan, come quickly and greet my Uncle Ye.”

Li Han’er shifted to the side to reveal a beautiful young girl appearing behind him, her face flushing with shyness as she greeted Ye Xuan with a bow, “Yang Shanshan pays respect to Uncle Ye.”

“Haha!”

Looking at the girl before him, Ye Xuan laughed heartily and said, “Good lad, you’ve indeed grown up.

It looks like your Uncle Ye will have the pleasure of attending your wedding soon.”

As Ye Xuan’s voice subsided, the girl’s face grew even more bashful, hiding behind Li Han’er, who let out a contented chuckle, his eyes brimming with happiness.

Ten years had gone by, and Li Han’er’s home was completely transformed, constructing a very spacious courtyard.

At this moment, Ye Xuan was in the courtyard clinking cups with Li Shan and his wife, while Li Han’er and the young girl sat beside them, with bursts of laughter and cheerful conversation filling the air.

Over the past decade, Ye Xuan had no other hobbies except for a particular fondness for the strong liquor that Li Shan brewed, feeling incomplete if he didn’t have two cups each day.

Time, the greatest healer, slipped by swiftly; over those ten years, Lu Xin’s once indifferent disposition had become unrecognizable, increasingly resembling that of a mortal.

He was well aware of this change, vaguely feeling that he was undergoing a profound transformation.

“Ah, Han’er, while you were away all these years, your Uncle Ye has helped your parents a lot.

This courtyard was also built with funds provided by your Uncle Ye.

In the future, when your Uncle Ye grows old, you must take care of him just as you would your father and mother,” Li Shan, his face beet red, admonished Li Han’er.

“Dad, you’ve said it at least ten times now.

Han’er has returned this time and doesn’t plan to leave again, planning to serve by your side with Shanshan,” Li Han’er asserted earnestly.

“Han’er, you are kind-hearted and not suited for this cruel world.

Your Uncle Ye is truly comforted by your decision to stay by your parents’ side,” Ye Xuan said softly.

Hearing Ye Xuan’s words, Li Han’er replied with a wry smile, “Uncle Ye, the world outside is quite fascinating, but Han’er knows his own limits.

I’m afraid I’ll never reach the Golden Core Stage in this lifetime.

I’m also terrified of dying out there someday, never seeing you all again.”

“What nonsense you’re talking, child!

Talking about death…just being able to come back is all that matters,” scolded Li Han’er’s aunt.

Over the ten years, she had aged considerably, with streaks of white hair now visible at her temples.

The family banquet finally came to an end.

Several months later, in the presence of Ye Xuan and his wife, Li Shan, Li Han’er also married the young girl.

On that day, Ye Xuan drank a great deal and, in his drunken stupor, staggered back to his home with the assistance of Li Han’er.

Yet, as Ye Xuan slurred his words from intoxication, he kept muttering some strange phrases, which left Xiao Han’er rather astonished.

The words that Ye Xuan mumbled seemed to make Xiao Han’er’s cultivation sense a hint of a breakthrough.

But once that feeling faded, Li Han’er simply dismissed it as an illusion.

The mundane daily life always repeats itself.

Li Han’er and his wife built a courtyard house next to Lu Xin’s residence.

Li Han’er also started a martial arts school.

With his Qi Refining Ninth Layer cultivation level, teaching children martial arts was effortlessly easy.

Time moved on, slipping away inexorably.

All must die eventually, to speak nothing of the fragile lives of mortals.

This is the way of Heaven and Earth, the cycle of reincarnation—immutable by any.

Fifty years later!

Ye Xuan’s hair turned completely white, and his face showed a collection of wrinkles.

His once-straight spine now stooped, radiating the forlorn sense of a setting sun.

That day, cries filled the air, and white silk draped the Li Family estate.

Li Shan passed away in tranquillity, and as his coffin lid was slowly closed, Li Han’er and his wife sobbed and choked, their daughter crying out incessantly for her grandfather.

Sister-in-law Li transformed into a white-haired old woman.

Regarding her husband’s death, she seemed very calm, as if she had always anticipated that one day would inevitably arrive.

“Aye, Brother Ye, we’ve both grown old.

It seems it won’t be long before we can reunite underground,” Sister-in-law Li said hoarsely, leaning on her cane.

“Cough, cough!”

Ye Xuan’s constant coughing caused Li Han’er to repeatedly rub Lu Xin’s back, trying to alleviate the illness that gripped Ye Xuan.

“All must die eventually, please take comfort in this, my sister-in-law,” said Ye Xuan, his voice exceedingly aged.

…

Twilight snow fluttered, and the chilly wind howled between heaven and earth in a great blizzard that enveloped Qingtian Town.

During Ye Xuan’s seventy-year mortal life, such a severe snowfall had only occurred once before, coinciding with his first arrival in Qingtian Town.

Time is a knife, cutting down all heavenly pride.

Ye Xuan forgot much and also gained much.

He forgot his previous names, unaware of who Ye Xuan was, nor knowing of Emperor Dongji.

He was Ye Fan, the ‘Ye’ of leaves and the ‘Fan’ of ordinary.

He was just an average teacher, drifting in the world’s Red Dust.

The snow was particularly heavy this year, with snow on the streets several feet deep.

The people of Qingtian Town had all vanished from the streets, each holed up at home, warming themselves by the stove and sipping a few cups of hot, strong liquor, just as they did with every snowstorm.

Inside Ye Xuan’s residence, in the three-story private school.

Several stoves burned fiercely, casting the entire house into a warm, reddish glow.

Draped in a thick furred coat, Ye Xuan warmed himself by the stove, with a young girl, innocent and pure, revolving around him, occasionally swinging his arm and calling him Grandpa Ye Xuan.

“Sisi, go back to sleep.

Don’t bother your Grandpa Ye anymore.”