Chaos Spirit Field

A gentle breeze blew past, bringing with it a subtle coolness that seemed to penetrate the skin and reach the depths of the soul. Zhao Shanhe stood quietly, feeling the faint coolness gradually welling up in his heart.

He lowered his head and stared at his childlike appearance, and an indescribable complex emotion surged in his heart, including helplessness about the current situation and a trace of bitterness that could not be concealed.

"Alas!" Zhao Shanhe sighed heavily, secretly thanking himself for being in this desolate place. If anyone saw him like this, he would be completely disgraced.

Zhao Shanhe then took a deep breath, gathered his consciousness, and began to examine his internal condition. However, the first glance shocked him—not a trace of divine power, immortal power, or spiritual power remained! Worse still, even the Chaos Spiritual Field, which had always been the foundation of his life, was nowhere to be found.

"How could this happen?" Zhao Shanhe's eyes widened, his face filled with disbelief. He couldn't help but sigh, "You really can't make vows casually..."

Time flies by like a white horse passing by, and in the blink of an eye, a year has passed.

In the courtyard of the dilapidated Zhao family mansion stood a young man. From afar, his face resembled a beautiful painting, his features as handsome as jade, a sight that caught the eye. His straight nose, like the undulating curves of a mountain, was graceful; his deep eyes, like the twinkling stars in the night sky, shimmered with brilliance. His long, jet-black hair, cascading like a waterfall, gently swayed in the breeze, adding a touch of ethereal grace to his appearance, like an immortal stepping out of a classical scroll, otherworldly and captivating.

This person is Zhao Shanhe who came back from the dead. He was still a child a year ago, and became a teenager a year later. It is indeed a bit mysterious, but it is actually easy to understand. After all, this is a world of cultivating immortals.

Zhao Shanhe stood quietly, gazing at the house behind him, which was exactly as he remembered it. This was his own masterpiece, and he felt a surge of reluctance to part with it. Over the past year, this seemingly dilapidated house had given him unprecedented peace and tranquility.

He slowly opened his lips and whispered softly, "No matter how dilapidated this home may be, it will always be a warm haven for the soul. There are some responsibilities that cannot be avoided, no matter what. Now, it's time to leave."

"When I pack my bag and walk alone, only the breeze keeps me company..." Zhao Shanhe hummed as he shouldered his long-prepared bag and set off with determined steps onto the mountain trail. Perhaps the joy brought by the song gradually dissipated the sadness of parting.

Just as Zhao Shanhe was immersed in his own singing, suddenly, a clear and pleasant voice came from the sky: "This little song is really beautiful. I wonder what it's called?"

Zhao Shanhe was startled by the sudden noise and looked up at the sky. High in the sky, he saw two graceful women soaring through the air. He cried out in shock, "Ghost!"

However, before he could finish his words, a beautiful woman in a vibrant red dress suddenly appeared before him, like a ghost. Her eyebrows arched, and she grumbled in displeasure, "You ignorant mortal! I am so naturally beautiful, so stunningly beautiful, how could I possibly resemble those terrifying female ghosts?"

Zhao Shanhe said tremblingly: "You have a shadow, you are not a female ghost. I was wondering how you could see a ghost in broad daylight. You must be a fox fairy, right?"

The woman in red said unhappily, "Can't I be a fairy?"

Zhao Shanhe shook his head and said, "A fairy wouldn't dress so shamefully. The one next to you is a fairy."

The woman in red raised her eyebrows and said in a disgruntled tone, "This is Victoria's Secret's latest style. How can someone like you, with your mortal eyes and no knowledge of the goods, appreciate it? By the way, the song you just sang was very beautiful. May I ask what it's called?"

Zhao Shanhe was startled and almost asked which Victoria's Secret it was. He pretended to be calm, smiled slightly, bowed and replied, "Miss, you are joking. This is a piece I hummed casually and did not specifically name it. If the two fairies like it, you can name it as you like. If there is nothing else important to ask, I still need to continue on my journey, so I will go ahead and say goodbye to you two here." After that, he turned around and was about to leave.

Seeing Zhao Shanhe was about to leave, the red-dressed woman's eyes rolled, and she instantly put on a ferocious look. She put her hands on her hips and roared viciously, "I am a vixen, and I'm a little hungry. Where are you going?"

However, facing the red-dressed woman's feigned ferocity, Zhao Shanhe remained calm and composed. He simply glanced at her calmly and then retorted calmly, "Don't be ridiculous, Fairy Lady. You really don't look like a fox spirit. As everyone knows, fox spirits have tails and a unique scent, but you have none of these characteristics. Besides, fox spirits only absorb human essence and don't eat people. That's what the books say."

At this moment, the woman in white who had been standing silently nearby finally spoke: "Sixth sister, stop messing around. Don't forget we have business to attend to. Sir, do you know where Zhaojia Village is?"

Zhao Shanhe replied, "My Lady Fairy, I'm not from this place. You should ask someone else."

The woman in red frowned and said dissatisfiedly, "You're the only human in a thousand miles. Who can we ask? You're not a local, who are you trying to fool?"

Zhao Shanhe quickly replied, "Fairy Lady, I'm a hunter from Lijia Village in Mocheng. I fell into a cave while chasing a rabbit, and when I woke up, I appeared here. You're the first people I've met in these days."

The woman in red said with a look of doubt: "Why do I feel like you are lying? What's your name?"

Zhao Shanhe replied, "My name is Li Xiaoyao. May I know your names?"

The woman in red couldn't help but laugh. She said to the woman in white, "Seventh sister, this man is called Li Xiaoyao. Could he be your ideal husband?"

The woman in white said shyly, "Sixth sister, please don't talk nonsense. I'm not Zhao Linger from The Legend of Sword and Fairy."

The woman in red smiled and teased, "Seventh sister, men should get married when they are old enough, and women should get married when they are old enough. There is nothing to be shy about. If you don't want it, I will take it."