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Chapter 256: Cause and Effect

Chapter 256 Cause and Effect

[She is exhausted, and there is nothing she can do to save the situation. Hey, Big Sister, you know that she is just a mortal. Even if she has all kinds of tricks, they are useless! ]

[If she had taken good care of herself when she was healthy, with the methods of an immortal cultivator, she could have lived to be over a hundred years old, even if she was just a mortal. In this situation, even if she used many methods to prolong her life, she could only live one or two more days at most. It was completely unnecessary.]

[She is exhausted, and has no other options. What a pity! If she had spiritual roots, even if they were just the worst, she would be able to achieve something with her talent.]

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Who would have thought that such a mortal, in just over thirty years, could cultivate a faint spirituality in an ordinary iron sword?

If the iron sword was just an ordinary iron sword, there was no way it could replace the role of the spiritual root and help her swing the sword when the person and the sword became one.

Wei Wenxin often gets into trouble and is very experienced in cleaning up messes.

Seeing that she was not well, he immediately contacted a familiar medical practitioner to come and treat her. During the whole process, he never thought about whose fault it was, or who was more at fault.

Because in her opinion, when something bad happens, solving the problem is always the most important thing.

There is no point in blaming each other and making excuses for ourselves; it will only make things worse.

No matter what trouble she got into in the past, she could face it calmly because she was never afraid of bearing the consequences.

This is the first time I feel so heavy-hearted.

In the final analysis, it’s probably just because the other person is a mortal.

Asan's home is very close to Wanjian City, and Wanjian City is not far from the mountain gate of Wanjian Sect. After Wei Wenxin called out, three people came one after another in less than half a minute.

Everyone was certain that the woman would not survive tomorrow.

This made Wei Wenxin feel even more depressed.

Asan had been sitting on the bench and saw with her own eyes several cultivators coming over, looking at her and leaving without saying a word.

At first she thought the other party was looking for someone.

Later I realized that they were all there to see her.

But the cultivators had other methods, and she couldn’t hear them talking.

Asan already had some guesses about his own condition, and when he saw this, he immediately understood.

She was probably in trouble, so these people didn't say it to her face.

This is the kindness of a doctor.

There is no one who is not afraid of death.

Asan was also afraid.

But she soon convinced herself.

Seeing that Wei Wenxin was a little anxious, he couldn't help but pat the seat beside him and begged, "Senior Sister, can you talk to me?"

There are also cultivators in Asan's family. The reason why she lives alone outside is that her parents have passed away and her brothers and sisters have to work hard to make a living. As a mortal, she enjoys a simple life, so she moved out of the city.

She knew what attitude immortal cultivators had towards mortals, so she would usually avoid them when she met them, but Wei Wenxin was different.

Asan couldn't tell what was different.

Probably because when he was caught up in the crowd and was very frightened, he was rescued by Wei Wenxin and considerately sent back home.

It made her realize that the senior sister was different from other cultivators.

In her eyes, human life is also very precious!

That's why her mood suddenly turned bad today.

"Big Sister, do you think there will be an afterlife for mortals?"

Seeing that Wei Wenxin looked depressed and unwilling to speak, she still followed her wishes and sat next to her. Asan couldn't help but laugh from the bottom of her heart.

"I am actually looking forward to my next life. It would be great if I could have spiritual roots, even if they are just the most ordinary mixed spiritual roots. I would be content."

Asan gently tugged at Wei Wenxin's sleeve and whispered, "So, please don't be sad. The responsibility for what happened today is not yours."

When Asan was a child, she went to the academy to eavesdrop on the teacher’s lectures. Once, a female teacher said, “If I hear the truth in the morning, I can die in the evening.” She didn’t understand what it meant, so she went home to ask her parents.

My parents said, "Don't think about it all day long. Learn embroidery well so that you can support yourself in the future!"

She knew that for mortals, the biggest goal was to support themselves.

But she was unwilling to give up, and went to ask her brothers and sisters at home, but they all told her arrogantly: "You don't need to understand these things."

In their eyes, she was a different kind of person.

"I've had enough of days like this! So really, don't feel sad for me." Wei Wenxin didn't know what to say, so he turned around, sat sideways, and looked at her seriously.

The woman had thick eyebrows, big eyes, and a square chin, and had a very majestic appearance.

His whole body exudes a perseverance that is different from that of ordinary people.

They say appearance is determined by the mind, and this is probably it.

"At that Immortal Wine Festival, you were very frightened among the crowd."

Most cultivators have very good memories, and even if they encounter something by chance, they can still remember it as long as they think carefully.

She not only remembered the girl who burst into tears in the crowd, but also remembered the scene when she and her master were leaving the city later. The two of them were in the carriage, and the master frowned and calculated, and then smiled.

She must have a deep connection with this person.

It’s just that my cultivation level is limited, so I can’t see clearly at the moment.

When I thought about it this way, I felt more open-minded.

It was said that she just found a patrolling junior sister on the street to send her home. Afterwards, the junior sister boasted to her about her achievement, sent her a sound transmission note, and told her in detail what happened after she sent the person back home.

Including what the little girl said.

At the time, she just thought it was normal and didn't take it seriously, because not only did people in the world believe that she would be able to ascend to become an immortal, she herself thought so too.

It's normal for children to think the same way after listening to what their family members say.

Thinking about it now, those words have a different feeling.

Seeing that she finally spoke, Asan breathed a sigh of relief and started talking about his own things again.

Unexpectedly, he was such a chatterbox. Wei Wenxin felt quite uneasy at first, but later he listened attentively and would ask from time to time - "And then?"

As the sky gradually brightened, a rooster next door jumped onto the wall and crowed - "Oh~ Oh~"

It has a big red comb, orange-red feathers, and its curved neck is stretched straight, looking very long.

The two chatted all night without realizing it.

Asan had never expected that there would be such an immortal cultivator in the world who would be willing to spend so much time listening to the nonsense of a mortal.

Wei Wenxin didn't expect that a mere mortal could have such insightful thoughts.

For both of them, this is a unique experience.

Asan was exhausted. As the sun rose in the east, the first ray of sunlight shone over the wall and onto her. She felt like she was really going to die.

After inviting Wei Wenxin to sit with her, she made another rude request - "Senior Sister, can I ask you to help me with my funeral?"

Wei Wenxin was a little embarrassed: "I have never conducted a funeral for a mortal, so I don't quite understand your etiquette. Whatever you want me to do, I can do it according to your instructions."

Asang shook his head: "I haven't been around my relatives for many years. I earned money to buy this small courtyard. After I am gone, I beg you to burn me into ashes and scatter them in the forest of the Ten Thousand Swords Sect. Although I can't enter the sect to practice when I am alive, I also want to fulfill my dream after I die. As for my money and real estate, donate them to the nearest academy. If I am reborn as a person with spiritual roots in the next life, maybe I can still enjoy the blessings of this life, haha!"

Saying this is just a beautiful fantasy.

But Wei Wenxin agreed to all of them.

She knew that Asan made so many requests just to make her feel less guilty.

The sun finally rose, and Asan lay in her arms with a calm face, no longer breathing.

A ray of spiritual light emerged from the courtyard and was about to be reincarnated.

Wei Wenxin clasped her hands together and a light golden color merged into it, then disappeared in the blink of an eye. Then, she vomited blood and it took a long time for her breathing to calm down.

Wei Wenxin looked at the sky which was getting brighter and heaved a long sigh. He then burned the body to ashes and put it in a big box. He then sent a sound transmission note to call the person in charge of the nearest academy to donate the small courtyard and Asan's property.

With the Liuyingyu as a witness, everything went smoothly.

When she put away the box and was about to go back to the sect to find a piece of wasteland to scatter the ashes, she suddenly received a sound transmission from Uncle Qingliu -

[Where have you been? It's been several days, and you haven't repaired the talisman pen yet? ]

I couldn't help but pat my head.

Oh, no wonder I always feel like I’ve forgotten something.

Sister Wang’s name has 26 strokes. I thought she was too young and didn’t need to write so many strokes, so I never taught her to write her own name. I planned to wait until she was in elementary school. Unexpectedly, she followed her name and traced it, and then she could write it. I drew a line on the wall for both of them and wrote the date and height next to it. I didn’t care whether the wallpaper was clean or not, I thought it was very interesting. Then two days later, I found that their names were written on the two lines. When I asked, it was Sister Wang who wrote it. Oh, what a surprise. Lower your expectations, no matter what the child does, you will be happy. The three characters in my brother’s name only have seven strokes in total, but she could write it when she was in kindergarten, and she told the teachers about it everywhere. The teacher was surprised at first, how could she write a name at such a young age, and it was my brother’s name? Later, I learned that her brother’s name was Eleven, and the teacher thought it was very interesting and told me about it. I guess she couldn’t understand why the child was named so carelessly. He was born at eleven o’clock, so we left a commemoration, and our family thought it was okay. I hope my brother thinks so too.

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(End of this chapter)

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