It Is Said That I Have Been Crushed By Dimensionality Reduction (Quick Travel) - Chapter 18

The immortal retracted his hand, and his flowing robe billowed in the wind.

His long white hair, just like Brother Yuan’s, was no longer seen as a bad omen. Anyone who saw this immortal would think the white hair was like frost and snow, someone who belonged high above, standing on the clouds and gazing down on the world.

At that moment, the couple’s eyes welled with tears.

They had hoped their child could use his unusual strength and mysterious abilities to become a hero who fights evil and defends justice. They never expected that his white hair and pale eyes would mark him as an immortal instead of a cursed being.

Their child had become an immortal all along—never a disaster star.

The couple looked at the immortal’s figure with tears in their eyes, wanting to engrave every detail in their hearts as if they might never see him again.

Lin Cuiniang tried to hold back her tears and whispered softly, “Brother Yuan, we must live well from now on…”

Bai Yuan sensed the sadness and reluctance from his birth parents and felt a bit puzzled for a moment.

But he had a mission.

He used his power to command over a dozen ice beasts of different shapes and sizes to fly across every corner of Shiliba Village.

The villagers, still shaken and panicked from the flood, soon turned their fearful gazes to the spreading water, their expressions darkening again.

The floodwaters kept rising.

A massive ice beast, over ten meters long, with a powerful tail, flew overhead. With one swipe of its tail, it smashed a house to the ground.

The villagers were terrified and huddled together.

Just then, the ice beast exhaled a blast of freezing air, instantly solidifying the surrounding floodwaters. It then used its tail to scoop up villagers who were trapped in the rising waters.

Its massive body radiated cold air, and it shook its head with majesty, letting out a low roar that didn’t feel evil or terrifying at all.

This display calmed most of the villagers’ fears. They raised their heads cautiously and saw kindness in the mythical beast’s eyes.

Gratefully, the villagers knelt and bowed with tears, “Thank you, Lord Fairy Beast.”

The beast nodded and floated away, continuing its rescue efforts.

These ice creatures’ powers were perfectly suited to restrain the floodwaters, saving every villager in time.

Standing on the icy ground, the villagers shivered, staring blankly at the muddy floodwaters that surrounded their village.

The village was destroyed.

The flood had wiped out all their food and crops.

Even if they survived, what would come next?

Bai Yuan felt a mix of emotions—gratitude and awe giving way to confusion and despair.

His gaze lingered on the floodwaters, his heart stirring.

He could absorb and convert even the moonlight into energy, so… maybe these floodwaters were energy too?

Water was energy, after all.

But unlike invisible energies, converting physical matter was less efficient.

As the night deepened, the immortal’s sleeves fluttered.

The floodwaters began to recede, swirling backward into a water tornado that was sucked into his sleeve and vanished.

His white sleeves looked pristine, untouched.

The flood gradually disappeared, revealing houses, trees, and mountains beneath.

“Water receding!” someone exclaimed, staring in awe at the immortal in the sky. Though distant, he had saved them again and again.

Only an immortal could do such a thing. This must be the legendary “world within the sleeve.”

“Thank you, immortal, for saving us!” the villagers bowed gratefully, even those old and weak.

Some, already suffering terribly, begged through tears, “Immortal, please save our crops. Without food, we can’t survive.”

They pinned their last hope on him.

Bai Yuan converted the floodwater’s energy to replenish his own reserves and quietly created a new technique based on information from the system.

Once the floodwaters fully receded, muddy earth was exposed.

Nearly half the crops were ruined, but fortunately, some seeds remained among the flood’s debris. Bai Yuan intentionally left these behind to use.

He broadcasted a message throughout the county and villages: “The flood has receded. For those with no food, I will use the ‘Abundant Grain’ technique to generate new seeds. I will also bless the Zhaojiacun River with an immortal technique to cleanse diseases brought by the flood. You mortals can use this river to wash away sickness.”

Two white lights shot out.

One fell on a field ten miles by eight, ravaged by the flood, and instantly crops began growing anew.

Another light entered the river near Zhaojiacun, making it shimmer with an unusual glow.

Bai Yuan added, “The Half Moon Immortal Technique will fade soon. I hope you all return to your normal lives quickly.”

Villagers and townsfolk alike looked up, stunned.

Food? River water that cures disease?

All their fears and despair were suddenly lifted.

This immortal cared so much for ordinary people.

Everyone’s expressions lit up with hope and reverence.

They knelt again, shouting, “The flood is gone! Thank you, Fairy!”

After surviving near-death, their gratitude deepened. Their faith in Bai Yuan’s power grew stronger.

The immortal waved his sleeves again, and the mythical beasts bowed respectfully before vanishing one by one.

Calm returned to the sky.

The heavy rain had long stopped.

Only the wet ground reminded everyone the disaster was real.

Most in the county were stunned, looking around in disbelief.

Though the flood spared the county seat, they knew diseases and plagues would follow, and food shortages would soon hit hard, threatening even the strongest families.

“Grain… river water…” the county magistrate murmured, shaken.

Even the immortal’s connection and miraculous powers vanished after the display.

He thought, if even a demon could cure diseases, how much more miraculous were the blessings of food and healing waters?

The only regret was the huge mountain-sized evil demon the immortal had completely destroyed—no trace of it remained.

Worried, the magistrate ordered, “Summon people immediately to Zhaojiacun.”

He needed to manage these precious gifts.

Though dawn was hours away, the villagers of Shiliba were cold, exhausted, but their spirits soared.

Fires burned bright as they ran through the mud, crying and laughing.

“Grain, so much grain!”

“We won’t starve this year! We’ll finally eat well!”

Even the most skeptical villagers could hardly believe their fields were now abundant.

They knelt and thanked the spot where the immortal had disappeared, feeling deeply that their lives had been saved by someone truly extraordinary.

Meanwhile, at Zhaojiacun, villagers rejoiced in their fields—except a few noticed something strange.

Some family plots were barren, with crops lying lifeless on the ground.

The Zhao family fields were among those affected, and no one could explain why.

The villagers shouted in disbelief, “Why are only our fields barren? This isn’t fair—something’s wrong!”

“Immortal, you’ve forgotten us!”

Their cries reached the Zhao family, filling them with dread.

The village chief panicked, “Quiet! Don’t offend the Monster Queen or the immortals again!”

Others quickly silenced the protesters, angrily blaming these families for their own misfortune.

The immortals were so kind to everyone else; surely it was these few who were to blame.

Those families could only lower their heads in despair, fearing punishment from the monster king tomorrow.

Bai Yuan intentionally skipped over those fields, including the Zhao family’s, silently holding a grudge.

Elsewhere, Zhao Pingan and Lin Cuiniang watched as the mythical beasts bowed to the immortal, blessing the crops and river to save everyone.

Then the immortal vanished.

The couple stood there, feeling lost, smiling through tears.

Lin Cuiniang’s tears fell freely.

Brother Yuan had become an immortal.

But their child would never return.

Zhao Pingan forced a smile and comforted her, “Cuiniang, we should be happy for Brother Yuan. He’s an immortal now—he’ll fight demons and save the world.”

Liu Ermei’s body trembled upon hearing this.

All her doubts cleared.

No wonder that immortal was so special to Lin Cuiniang and Zhao Pingan.

No wonder… the immortal had white hair.

Because Brother Yuan was that immortal!

As the shocking realization hit, a white light flashed, and a child with white hair and pale eyes appeared, dressed simply in patched clothes.

He looked up, puzzled: “What’s wrong with you?”

Lin Cuiniang’s eyes widened in disbelief. She pushed Zhao Ping’an aside, walked slowly to Bai Yuan, and gently touched his face, trembling.

Cold, but real.

This wasn’t a vision—Brother Yuan stood before her, just as she remembered him.

“Yuan, Brother Yuan!” Lin Cuiniang wept, hugging him, laughing through tears, “Mother thought she’d never see you again.”

Bai Yuan felt her warm tears on his shoulders and wrapped his arms around her gently, speaking softly: “No. In this world, I’ll always protect you.”

Until they died.

As long as humans loved him back, he would protect that love.

Liu Ermei was also moved, tears in her eyes as she hugged the child tightly.

After they calmed, Lin Cuiniang asked dreamily, “The immortal just now… was that Brother Yuan?”

Liu Ermei became uneasy, fearing they’d hear something they shouldn’t.

Before she could ask to take the child home, Bai Yuan answered, “That was my immortal form. Now I’m back in a human body.”

The three seemed to understand.

Lin Cuiniang nervously asked, “Brother Yuan, where will we go from now?”

She hadn’t forgotten his earlier words about leaving the village.

Bai Yuan replied simply, “We’ll see.”

The couple didn’t press further. As mortals, some things were better left unknown—but knowing their child was a god filled them with joy.

Elsewhere, the villagers of Zhaojia Village returned from the fields to the river, hesitant to approach the shimmering water.

They knew floods bring disease and plague.

Each household bowed to the river with reverence, then cautiously scooped buckets of water to wash themselves at home.

After all the crying and chaos, they followed the guidance, afraid of sickness and death.

Finally, some braved touching the water.

Suddenly, a white light flashed and pushed them back, leaving them pale and weak.

Their worst fear was confirmed.

The immortal truly despised them.

Not only did they lack crops, but they couldn’t even touch the blessed river water.

“Why…?” they whispered, desperate.

Others shivered, whispering that perhaps their fate was tied to Brother Yuan.

The Zhao family was brought to hear the news, feeling a mixture of hope and anger: “He’s a disaster star allied with monsters. How could the immortal favor Brother Yuan?”

Immortals fight demons, but Brother Yuan was both a disaster star and a monster!

The villagers were speechless.

Some even blamed Brother Yuan for their misfortune.

Since the immortal barred them from the Shenhe River, they wondered if stealing water from others was their only option.

One desperate villager grabbed a bucket of the glowing water and raised it triumphantly.

Others rushed to stop him, but the water immediately turned muddy as it spilled.

The man became filthy, unable to care, and frantically scooped what water remained, watching it turn to murky sludge.

“Why is this happening? I didn’t do anything wrong!” he cried.

The villagers watched helplessly, emotions tangled.

The village chief sighed, warning everyone not to gather and stir trouble.

Later, he took his son to find Lin Cuiniang and Zhao Pingan, urging them to fetch water and use their money to buy food for the village.

Food prices were sure to soar.

People from many villages and counties would flock to the river, and spots would be limited.

Lin Cuiniang and Zhao Pingan thanked the chief repeatedly.

Bai Yuan warned, “Don’t sell the food too early, and don’t panic about others buying and selling.”

The chief was a bit amused.

Could a child—even a monster—really know more than a seasoned village leader?

Lin Cuiniang and Zhao Pingan looked at their son with newfound pride.

He truly was their child.

They urged the chief, “Please trust Brother Yuan’s words. Don’t sell the food prematurely. Anyone who forces trades will face consequences.”

Liu Ermei nodded in agreement.

The chief sighed again.

Was Brother Yuan really an immortal? Could he understand the ways of gods?