The Ancient Vast Realm

"Mr. Wu, how is my mother-in-law?"

Outside a rough stone house, Xuan Ling looked at the old man Wu who had just walked out of the house and asked nervously.

"Alas, although your mother-in-law was once a warrior, her injuries were too serious. If she hadn't cultivated herself well over the years, she might not be able to survive now. However, her cultivation has been completely ruined, and her longevity has also been lost. Too much, now I’m afraid..."

The old wizard in gray robe sighed and shook his head, not knowing what to say to Xuan Ling.

"Among the supplies brought by Your Excellency Mengqi before, there were two longevity grasses. If..."

When Elder Wu was about to say something, Xuan Ling, whose eyes were a little red, changed his expression and immediately objected:

"No, Mr. Wu, that life-extending grass is too precious. It is prepared for the tribe's shaman sacrifice. There is no need to mention this matter again. Even if my mother knows about it, she will never agree."

Xuan Ling's expression was firm, but the palms behind him had been clenched into fists, and his knuckles were turning white. Deep in his eyes, there was a flash of sadness.

As a son of a man, it would be a lie to say that Xuan Ling was unwilling to extend the life of his mother-in-law, but he knew in his heart that it was reserved for the witches in the tribe.

Life extension grass is extremely precious, even if it is just two low-level longevity grass, they are treasures that should not appear in this small Qishan Mountain.

Xuan Ling could not ignore the entire tribe because of his own selfish desires. The longevity grass was kept as a heritage of the Xuan Ying tribe and belonged to the entire Xuan Ying tribe.

"well..."

Seeing this, the old shaman no longer comforted him, and could only sigh again. As a person who has lived for hundreds of years, he naturally understood the value of longevity grass better than Xuan Ling, but just letting him watch Fenghua die like this, he I really don’t know how to face that boy Feng Xuan in the future.

At this time, if Fenghua hadn't been kept alive by the magical elixirs provided by the Great Witch of Yunshan, and he could barely keep him alive with his spiritual power, he might have died long ago.

Elder Wu originally thought that with the help of the Void Soul Divine Water, he could repair his soul and break through to the psychic level. There would be very few things that could embarrass him in this Xuanying Tribe. However, at this moment, he seemed so powerless. .

"roar!"

At this moment, a loud roar of a tiger came from the tribe, and there was a hint of excitement.

Hearing this tiger roar, both Wu Lao and Xuan Ling were startled. They naturally knew that this was the sound made by the tiger girl, but they didn't know what happened to make the tiger girl lose her composure.

However, before Wu Lao and Xuan Ling came to the door, a figure had already arrived in front of them like a phantom from outside the house. When the two looked intently with horrified expressions, they saw a man with his head lowered. The young man with a resolute face and knife-like eyebrows had already stopped in front of them.

"Feng...Feng Xuan?"

The old man Wu looked at the young man with a deep aura in front of him in confusion, and he couldn't believe his eyes. The same was true for Xuan Ling beside him.

"Mr. Wu, Uncle Ling, it's me."

The young man slowly raised his head, looked into the room with a pair of sad eyes, and nodded slightly.

"You're not..."

Ahem——

The old man wanted to say something, but suddenly there was a slight cough in the room.

"Mr. Wu, we'll talk about this later."

Feng Xuan's expression changed slightly, and he walked directly into the house without answering.

The house is simple, with no complicated furnishings. There is a wooden stool with some broken legs and feet, an old table, and a thin old man with gray hair half leaning on the bed. His face is so thin that it seems that there is no flesh and blood, like a dead tree. His hand-like palm gently rubbed an ugly little wooden figure, and a pair of somewhat cloudy eyes stared blankly at the window propped up by a wooden stick.

Looking at the old man who was even thinner than in his memory, Feng Xuan's eyes immediately turned red. He slowly came to the old man and covered him with the slipping quilt again.

It seemed that Feng Xuan's movements were too big and finally alerted the old man. She turned her head to look at Feng Xuan slowly, and her eyes that were originally dull suddenly lit up slightly.

"Xiao Fengxuan, you're home. Come...let grandma take a good look."

Fenghua didn't seem surprised by Fengxuan's appearance. She just raised a trembling arm and waved slightly towards Fengxuan, trying hard to squeeze out a smile.

Seeing this, Feng Xuan quickly stepped forward and half-crouched in front of the old man's bed, allowing the old man's palm to reach him.

"Grandma Hua, it's me, it's me"

Feng Xuan's eyes were moist and he said softly.

"It'll be good to come back, it'll be good to come back. When Xiao Fengxuan grows up, he looks so much like your father. He's almost carved from the same mold..."

Fenghua gently stroked Fengxuan's hair, looked at the red-eyed young man in front of him, looked at it, and suddenly said with a smile.

"My heart is a little palpitating today. I always feel as if someone important is back. Sure enough, my young master of the Feng Family is back."

Fenghua looked at Fengxuan now and suddenly said a name she had never said to Fengxuan before.

Hearing this, Feng Xuan was startled and looked at Feng Hua's smiling eyes, feeling a little at a loss for a moment.

"As a direct descendant of the Feng family, as the last person of the Feng family, you are the young master of the Feng family. Grandma is leaving, and you will be the only one left in the future."

Fenghua patted Fengxuan's head gently, a look of deep distress appeared in her eyes.

"No, Grandma Hua, I won't let you go, senior brother, help me!"

Feng Xuan held Feng Hua's hand with some excitement and looked outside the house for help.

In just an instant, Yin Mo's figure appeared beside him.

"Alas, her origins have been exhausted, her lifespan has been exhausted, and there is no way to save her life. Even the life-extending spirit fruit is useless. It would be okay if she were a warrior, but with her body now like a candle in the wind, she cannot withstand that. With the majestic power of the medicine, I can extend her life for a few more days at most."

Yin Mo looked at the old Fenghua on the bed and shook his head gently.

Hearing this, Feng Xuan's expression changed and he was about to say something.

"No need, Your Excellency, thank you for your kindness."

Fenghua suddenly squeezed Fengxuan's palm, smiled slightly at Yin Mo, shook her head and refused.

Then she raised the ugly little wooden figure in her hand, glanced around the surrounding rooms with longing eyes, and said slowly:

"Xiao Fengxuan, grandma is already tired. Look at this room, it's the same room he and I lived in back then. Decades have passed and it still hasn't changed."

Fenghua looked out the window and recalled her life. She was once a talented genius with a loving partner, but it seemed that God always didn't follow people's wishes.

She couldn't forget the nostalgic look he looked at her when he lured the powerful beast away. He knew he would never come back once he left, but he still did it.

"I've been waiting for this day for a long time...Look...he's here to pick me up..."

Fenghua suddenly looked out the window, where there seemed to be a young figure looking at her with a smile, with the same silly look as when they first met.

"You are still so young, but I am already old..."

snap——

The little wooden man rolled off the bed and fell to the ground. When the little wooden man was facing up, he could vaguely see the appearance of a beautiful woman. However, the little wooden man seemed to be abandoned by her carver before he could finish carving. .

It turns out that the ugly little wooden man is not ugly at all.