C31 (1/2)

My name is Luo Niang.

Four thousand years ago, our clansmen left the human world and the Demonic Beast nation, migrating all the way from Pang Huang to climb the mountain and trek the river. In the end, Father and Mother took a fancy to the abundant life force of the land and settled down on the mountaintop.

We live and live in this vast land, carefully avoiding human search and capture, while living in a dark cave where the sun is out of sight of the world, quiet ordinary days.

My father was born from the Primal Chaos of All Things, and was the same age as the continent of the Mistral Continent. He was two thousand years older than the current unified Hong Huang Kingdom of mankind. He was a master of all things in the immortal world. He had great prestige and vast knowledge. Normally, he would transform into an old man who relied on his staff. His hair would be white all over and he would always be full of energy.

He resigned from his celestial position and decided to live in seclusion with my mother. According to my elder brother, he was also a rather large official. When I was a child, I was full of curiosity and ran to ask my father. My father only stroked his beard and replied with a smile, ”What kind of official is this? Don't listen to your elder brother's nonsense!” Your father is already so old, but he's only got an idea in the mortal world … People like to call me your dad... What? Oh, right, right. You like to call me ”Earthen Lord”, hahahaha!

Although I don't understand why the humans call me daddy like this, but seeing that they are everywhere building a temple for my dad and they are always pious in worshiping me at festivals, I don't care so much about this rustic name.

I am my father's youngest daughter, my entire family has seven people. Other than me, my eldest brother, second brother, third brother, and fourth sister were all unlucky enough to be discovered and tracked down by humans when they were out in the open.

My brothers and sisters, Xiantian Immortals, immortals, immortal, superb mana, are not even afraid of the most ferocious Demonic Beast on the mountain, but they all became ordinary human medicine stores that have no soul energy but are able to find ways to kill us, selling them at high prices.

I am a 1000-years-old ginseng, and when I heard that humans call us 1000-years-old ginseng clans ”immortal medicine” and ”the king of medicine”, I was very confused, humans are really very smart ah, we didn't reveal anything and actually know that we are immortal, but being so smart, why can't we have the same kind of intelligence as that?

Don't humans have brothers and sisters? No parents?

Was killing someone else's family such a natural thing to do? To make others feel pain, to become lonely, to lose one's true love, is it only for the sake of happiness that humans do these things?

It's really hard for me to understand humans.

My father held me tightly. He hadn't shed a single tear in four thousand years, and after experiencing the pain of losing his son again, he seemed to have aged eight thousand years in one night. I was surprised, because I had never seen my father cry. Since the day Sister Four was taken away, Mother had been heartbroken. Even though she was a high level immortal, she eventually fell ill due to heart disease. Dad is holding my hand, the big hand is squeezing me very painfully, his voice is old and trembling, Screw, remember Dad's words — —

Our Ginseng Clan is an Immortal Body. Even if we have great power, we can't bully the weak and weak. Whether or not humans had soul power, they were all greedy and scary. Although they were weak, their bodies were entangled with their desire, they were brutal and tyrannical, more dangerous than Demonic Beast s, more prophetic than immortal beings, more cruel than evil spirits, because greed would constantly drive them to break through their limits.

From today onwards, Father will not allow you to take a single step into the human world.

From the moment I became my father's only daughter, I also seemed to have become a lonely person.

The clan had decreed that all members of the clan were not allowed to go out after dawn. We had to carefully walk out of the dark cave after nightfall and enter a darker and darker world.

I can't make friends who can talk because I'm not the same as my fellow Immortals. I was always playing by myself in the woods at the top of the mountain, or using my magic to make the plants into moving goblins to keep me company, but no matter how hard I tried to use better spells, the goblins who existed as goddesses were unable to talk to me. They would babble and dance around me, and be my loyal runners and followers forever, but they would never be my friends.

The day I met the Young Master Wen, I still believe that it was my fate.

I fell asleep that night, and when I woke up, the sky was starting to glow with a faint red light. The sun was about to rise, and I had a bad feeling, so I got up and ran home.

A short man wearing an old blue shirt with patches on it and a thin, pale man kneeled on the ground. He was gentle and his face was pale and he was holding onto a knife with one hand. The knife's edge was pressed tightly against his arm as he looked down at the ground.

I tiptoed and followed his gaze with curiosity. It was a peony plant that had yet to sprout.