Crush's Cold Senior Sister is Actually Childhood Sweetheart - Chapter 25

Chapter 25: “If The Two Immortals Don’t Dislike it, There Are Still Two Empty Rooms in My Thatched Hut.”

An Jin had only spent a little over three months in the mortal realm after waking up, so she wasn’t very familiar with many things. When she first landed and saw the thick white mist, she thought it was smog or car exhaust.

But Ling Qi’s expression instantly turned cold. She flicked her two fingers, and an extremely thin white thread shot out and disappeared into the vast white mist. Before An Jin could even ask what was going on, the sound of a car braking sharply came from a distance, and the thick white mist dissipated in an instant.

Then, Ling Qi moved her finger, and another white thread flew out, heading in the exact opposite direction as before.

After the mist cleared, An Jin finally realized what had just happened. On the asphalt road diagonally in front of them, two cars were stopped one after another on the side of the road, just a hair’s breadth apart. There were traces of the tires fiercely rubbing against the ground on the asphalt.

The two thin threads were retracted at the same time. An Jin saw one of them was tightly wrapped around the rear tire of the car, stopping it dead in its tracks, and on the other thread…

There was a living person tied to the thread?

An Jin rubbed her eyes hard, afraid she had misread it. But when she opened her eyes again, the obese man was indeed tied to the thin thread and was screaming like a pig being slaughtered:

“I-immortal, have mercy!”

Ling Qi tightened the thread, and the bloated body was dragged in front of them, getting closer and closer under An Jin’s terrified gaze. The thin thread looked harmless, but it held the man firmly. He desperately kicked his legs and struggled in the air, but he couldn’t break free.

An Jin watched the man’s wailing get closer and unconsciously took two steps back.

“Immortal, you must see that the guy in front was the one who provoked me by cutting me off first. I was so angry that I just wanted to give him a little lesson… I know I was wrong. I beg you, have mercy!”

The man was snot and tear-filled, his entire face covered in snot and tears, and he lay on the ground in a sorry state.

On the other side of the asphalt road, the car in front had already driven away since no accident had happened. The white car behind was still stopped in place. From An Jin’s perspective, she couldn’t see what the driver looked like.

And the person inside had no intention of getting out.

An Jin’s gaze darted back and forth between the two sides. The familiar white mist and the rear-end collision scene inexplicably brought back a previous memory. Her pupils trembled: “Was the white mist just now your doing? Did you deliberately create this accident?!”

The man kneeling on the ground was sweating profusely, his forehead tightly pressed against the ground as he kowtowed repeatedly, not daring to say a word.

An Jin felt a surge of anger rush to her head: “That white mist at the intersection outside Chong Guang Temple in Liu City a few months ago, was that also your doing?”

The man’s body trembled, and then he kowtowed even louder, wailing: “I’ve been wronged, immortal! I’ve never stepped out of Jiang City my whole life, how would I dare to cause trouble in Liu City!”

An Jin frowned. She could tell that the person in front of her wasn’t lying, but the white mist she had encountered before the grand selection was clearly identical to the one she had just seen. The only difference was that she hadn’t had such good luck back then. The taxi driver in front had slammed on the brakes, and Liao Huan, in the back car, was caught off guard and crashed into them.

“A little trick like this, those with innate immortal bones know more or less a little. It’s not uncommon in the mortal realm.”

The voice came from the other end of the asphalt road.

An Jin looked up, and the driver of the white car had just closed the door and was walking toward them. She looked to be in her early forties, with a few strands of gray hair and some fine lines around her eyes, but she didn’t look old at all.

She looked very dignified and composed.

Seeing the person, Ling Qi was stunned, with a hint of disbelief: “…Senior Zhao?”

An Jin also opened her mouth after hearing this and only managed to say: “Hello, Senior.”

She was truly surprised.

Immortals had a lifespan of nearly ten thousand years, and once they ascended to High Gods, they could live as long as the heavens. The passing of time never left any marks on their faces. Although they could freely adjust their apparent age, most High Gods and immortals chose to stay in their twenties or thirties.

But the woman in front of them had an excellent demeanor. The fine lines around her eyes made her look even more gentle and composed, and she gave a faint smile: “I’m just a mortal now. I can’t be called a senior by immortals. Just call me Zhao Han.”

Zhao Han?!

The words of High God Tian Mo in Jiu Yang Palace earlier still echoed in An Jin’s ears. An Jin’s eyelashes trembled slightly, and she lowered her eyes, concealing her surprise.

The man on the ground was still wailing. The piercing cries were especially noisy at a time like this. Ling Qi frowned in impatience, and the thin thread in her hand loosened. The man, as if granted a great pardon, scrambled away.

“You two immortals are here to see the Vermilion Bird Dao Master, right?” Seeing that they didn’t respond, Zhao Han proactively said: “If you don’t mind, you can wait at my house. There are a couple of empty rooms.”

“Seni… Have you seen her?” Ling Qi almost blurted out “senior” again.

Zhao Han nodded and said: “She’s been staying with me recently. She just left yesterday and should be back in a few days.”

…

The white car drove slowly along the road. An Jin, in the back seat, hesitated for a long time but still couldn’t help but ask: “Excuse me… do you remember a lady named Liao?”

An Jin wasn’t sure if the letter Liao Huan had received earlier was from the woman in front of her. She only dared to tentatively ask to see if the other person remembered Liao Huan’s mother.

To her surprise, the woman in the driver’s seat let out a light laugh: “Don’t be nervous. Liao Huan asked you to come, didn’t she? I’m afraid I’ll have to trouble the immortal to tell her that I have never fulfilled a mother’s responsibility to her and I can’t accept her filial piety. From now on, let’s just pretend we don’t know each other.”

Her voice was still gentle and smiling, and she was even a little patient when she explained, but every word was full of a strong sense of distance.

An Jin was suddenly at a loss. She had thought that the other person might be eager to ask her about Liao Huan’s whereabouts, or that the other person might be indifferent and unwilling to listen to her, or even not know who Liao Huan was at all.

But she had never thought that the other person would choose to calmly disassociate herself like this.

An Jin was so nervous that she was a little flustered. She looked at Ling Qi beside her with a pleading look. Ling Qi understood immediately and spoke up casually: “Junior Sister Liao doesn’t know anything yet. We just happened to hear the Emperor mention it and we were a little curious.”

“Just some old stories.” Hearing her say this, the woman in the driver’s seat clearly relaxed. “Her mother didn’t let me come to the mortal realm and didn’t allow me to appear in front of her and her daughter.”

A helpless smile hung on her lips: “I could only obey.”

An Jin then learned that this Senior Zhao Han and Liao Huan’s other mother were both immortal envoys in Jiu Yang Palace before.

Immortal envoys were usually descendants of spiritual beasts born in the immortal realm who happened to be able to take human form. Although there was almost no possibility of ascending to a High God, they could still live freely in the upper realm, and if they cultivated well, they could live two to three times longer than mortals.

Compared to other spiritual beasts, the fox clan had relatively stronger divine power, which was equivalent to a higher chance of taking human form. There were many fox clan spiritual beasts in Jiu Yang Palace that could take human form, and Zhao Han was the most capable of them all.

Compared to Zhao Han, Liao Yuesheng’s human form was a miracle. As a small carp, she was considered skinny even among the carp clan, and it was a little difficult for her to even leap out of the water, so no one could have imagined that she would actually be able to take human form.

Except for Zhao Han.

Zhao Han was about fourteen or fifteen years old when she took human form. She didn’t cultivate at all and stayed by the small pond in the Jiu Yang Palace courtyard day and night. There was always a red bucket full of fish food beside her, and she would take it out to feed the small carp every once in a while.

At first, the other carp sisters would also come over to snatch the food. But Zhao Han was very fierce. Even though she had a whole bucket of fish food, she wouldn’t share any of it with others.

Over time, no other carp would come to bother them, which made their two-person world complete.

Regarding how Liao Yuesheng took human form, if you were to ask Zhao Han, she would say that the small carp saw how lonely she was and couldn’t bear it, so she took human form to accompany her.

But the truth was…

Liao Yuesheng, who had just taken human form, hadn’t had time to get ashore yet. She was still soaked in the pond, her wet arm barely resting on the bank, and she gave Zhao Han a weak glare: “Why aren’t you cultivating?!”

The two of them got together as a matter of course and spent decades together sweetly in Jiu Yang Palace. But the fate that started with cultivation was ultimately forced to end because of cultivation.

Liao Yuesheng had always been weak. Taking human form was already difficult, and she couldn’t maintain her human form to live a normal life in the upper realm. But after taking human form, she was unwilling to go back to that small and crowded pond to fight for territory with dozens of carp sisters. In the end, she had to choose to stay in the mortal realm and built a small cottage with Zhao Han. Their life was quite happy.

It was happiness in Zhao Han’s eyes.

Liao Yuesheng never gave up on trying to get Zhao Han to leave. In her eyes, Zhao Han was a rare genius of the fox clan. If she was willing to cultivate properly, living for several hundred or even a thousand years would not be a problem. But the spiritual energy in the mortal realm was thin, and she didn’t want Zhao Han to stay here and waste her time with her.

At that time, Zhao Han was young and spirited and didn’t understand at all: “How is living our lives together a waste of time?!”

The two of them constantly clashed over this, and even small things in their daily lives would lead to the topic of cultivation, causing another argument. Finally, on a dark night, after another big fight, Zhao Han left without even packing her bags.

She never came back.

Later, she came to the mortal realm a few more times and “accidentally” met Liao Yuesheng and also found out that they had a daughter. But Liao Yuesheng pretended not to know her every time and never allowed her to appear in front of her daughter. After the accidental encounters happened too many times, she would even chase her away.

Zhao Han didn’t dare to make her angry, so she came less and less often, until a few years ago when Liao Yuesheng died of illness.

When Zhao Han personally destroyed her spiritual beast true form and became a mortal, leaving Jiu Yang Palace, she thought in a daze:

If the little carp found out, she would be very angry.

If she was angry enough to come back and find her, that would be truly wonderful.

“After I came to the mortal realm, I moved back here.” Zhao Han pressed the switch in the house, and the white light instantly illuminated the entire cottage. “A few days ago, the Vermilion Bird Dao Master suddenly came over and said she was investigating something very important and needed a place to stay, so I let her stay.”

Ling Qi and An Jin sat silently on the wooden chairs, neither of them making a sound. The windows of the cottage were open, and a gust of wind passed through, making the leaves rustle, which sounded particularly harsh in the dead silence of the room.

Finally, Zhao Han chuckled softly and said: “If you two immortals don’t mind, I still have two empty rooms in my cottage.”