Worldly Beauty

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I. Living Together in Solitude

The night deepened, and the starry sky over the Fragrant River seemed shrouded in mist. The murmuring water only enhanced
the stillness of the night. The crescent moon, like a hook, shimmered with a faint, eerie light in the gloomy darkness. Bright light was superfluous, for it would prevent
me from seeing the tears of the stars.

Yes, for them, how long must billions of years have been, a long wait? Were they, like me, orphans
? In those days without companions, to whom could they confide their bitterness, and what meaning did their joy hold?

I didn't know whether I was happier or more unfortunate than them—although I had never met my biological parents,
my adoptive parents had been very good to me, as had my sister.

"Hao, it's time to go back, it's late." A hand landed on my shoulder.

"Okay, sister," I replied, my eyes still fixed on the dark starry sky.

Seeing that I didn't move, she sat down beside me, silently watching me.

"How wondrous the world is! Although the stars have eternal life, they always wander in solitude,"

I murmured.

"Hao, I know what's troubling you, but we can't live only in the present. We...we still have tomorrow
!" My sister stood up, and I saw a glimmer of hope, a
longing —though it was shrouded in a heavy sense of oppression.

Yes, there's tomorrow. No matter how painful it is now, there's tomorrow, and perhaps everything will
be better . I looked into her eyes again, and those gentle yet resolute gazes sustained me.

I leaned weakly against my sister's shoulder, then gently took her hand that was stroking my head. "Come on,
let's go home."

Home should be a warm word in everyone's heart, and so should I, but warmth cannot drive away
suffering .

My father was once a very successful entrepreneur, but he was betrayed and went bankrupt. He sold all his possessions to
pay off debts , but still ended up heavily in debt. He became despondent, drinking every day to escape reality. I know
I can't entirely blame him; after all, going from success to utter ruin is incredibly painful, and not everyone can recover
. Perhaps this is fate. Faced with this treacherous hand that manipulates everyone, I can only offer
a bitter, desperate smile.

That year, I was fourteen, in the second year of junior high, and my sister was sixteen, in the first year of senior high.

Bullying the weak and fearing the strong is probably an eternal axiom in this world, and fate is no exception. It makes happy families
happier and unhappy families more unhappy.

My mother was a great woman. When the men were driven to despair and could only run away, she shouldered
the burden . I can't imagine how much determination and courage it took for a woman who was once a wealthy lady, moving freely in high society
, to set up a small stall in the market to make a living, but my mother did it, without hesitation. To prevent us from
dropping out of school , she persevered through the scorching summer sun and the biting winter winds.

Looking at her prematurely graying temples and wrinkles on her face, I truly hated myself for being so
young, unable to share any of my mother's burdens. So my life consisted of nothing but studying, studying relentlessly,
all to give my mother hope.

I couldn't blame my father, even though he drank and lost his temper all day; he was still my father. If anyone was to
blame, it was fate—it was blind. It always gives hope while simultaneously inflicting greater disappointment.

Six months later, my father finally succumbed to the relentless demands of the creditors and committed suicide. My mother, overwhelmed by grief and
exhaustion, fell ill and ultimately left my siblings and me.

I will never forget the ugly faces of those who used to call my father brothers when they came to collect debts, nor will I ever
erase lingering look in my mother's eyes before she passed away.

I am just an ordinary person; heaven has shown me no favoritism, nor bestowed any great gifts upon me. Besides endless
despair, I will, like all ordinary people, endure all human suffering before departing.

I won't go to heaven, not because I've never prayed, but because I don't want to go there
to sing . I'd rather go to hell to experience more terrible pain. Only then can I truly feel my existence,
my real existence. Too much happiness makes one forget everything, including oneself, and even not know why
one is happy , because the mind is filled only with happiness.

May is the season of plum rains, the sky is gray, and so is my heart. I sat blankly on the bed, still
unable to accept what had happened. Three days, just three days! I lost two loved ones in succession. The smaller misfortune
makes one scream, the greater misfortune silences one. At only fourteen years old, I fully understood the emptiness and pain of sudden
helplessness .

My sister looked at me quietly, perhaps afraid that I would lose control of my grief. Her face was so calm it was heartbreaking. The sudden loss of
both parents, the burden of life ahead—her pressure was far beyond what a sixteen-year-old girl could bear.

"What will we do now?" I tried my best to hide my unease, keeping my tone flat, and struggled to focus my unfocused
eyes on my sister.

"Hao, there's nowhere left for us in this city. I just sold the house and all the furniture.
Let's leave after burying Mom and Dad."

"Where to?"

"I don't know. Hao, I have no family left. Will you...will you come with me?" My sister could no
longer hold back her grief and threw herself onto my shoulder, sobbing uncontrollably.

"Sister, you still have me. I won't leave you. I'll go wherever you go." I stroked
her shoulder, my voice choked with emotion.

After a long while, my sister stopped crying. She shyly pulled away from my shoulder, and seeing me still crying, she gently wiped
my face, then pulled my head back to her. "Hao, don't worry, no matter how hard it is, I'll make sure you get an education,
go to high school, and go to university."

"No...Sister, I want to work and earn money with you." Our lives are already a huge
problem ; I can't imagine the
difficulties it would be for a sixteen-year-old girl to have to pay for her school fees.

"Hao, no, you're still so young. Only studying can help you escape this predicament, understand?"

"No, sister, I can't let you bear the burden of my studies on top of struggling to make a living for us.
Absolutely How much older are you than me?" I stood up, almost shouting these words.

"Hao, are you crazy? Do you know that if we both work, we'll be
weaklings who can be bullied for the rest of our lives? I might not care, but you're a man, you can't. Haven't you learned from Dad's fate?

You're my only hope, do you know that?" My sister finished speaking, tears streaming down her face.

"Sister—" I threw myself into her arms and wept bitterly.

This is the cruelty of the world. In the pursuit of fame and fortune, in the cutthroat world of survival
of the fittest, no one cares how a pair of lonely siblings grit their teeth and endure the cold stares and contempt of others to prolong their lives.

A police station in Northwest China.

Chief Zhang, in his forties, wearing a worn but clean police uniform, sat at his desk
signing shaking his head and sighing, "It's truly rare to find siblings like you in this day and age. To be honest, I
still find it hard to believe. If it weren't for Teacher Liu and Secretary Zhao, I would never have taken this risk." "

Thank you, Uncle Zhang," my sister whispered, pulling me to stand opposite Chief Zhang.

"What are your names?" Chief Zhang opened the two file folders, placing two forms on the table, his tone
becoming serious and professional.

I glanced at my sister; she was biting her lip tightly, her pale face filled with pain.

Heaven, why did you give my brother and me such suffering? Do you know
how a sixteen-year-old girl and a fourteen-year-old boy managed to stand tall with their tender shoulders under your tyranny?

"Lin Yufan," I gritted my teeth.

My sister turned to look at me in surprise. Seeing my face, which was also contorted with pain, yet held firm with gritted teeth
, her expression immediately softened, a hint of understanding and approval in her eyes.

"My name is Lin Rushuang."

"Age?"

"I'm sixteen, he's fourteen."

This back-and-forth continued for half the morning, until finally, Lin Yufan and Lin Rushuang's household registrations were settled in this small northwestern
border town—Heilong Town.

Leaving the police station, I turned around and looked resolutely at my sister. "Sister, promise me, forget about Leng Rushuang
and Leng Hao. How cruel was fate to them? Perhaps this world really shouldn't have had such people. Don't
worry , your brother will never let you down, and he will never let you down."

My sister forced a smile, walked over and patted my head. "My Hao has grown up. He knows a lot now and can
share your burdens." Tears welled up in her eyes despite her smile.

After a pause, a strange look appeared in her eyes. "Hao, I've always wanted to ask you something.
Why that I take the train to the northwest? And why did you
get off at this small station we've never heard of before?"

I was also taken aback. I looked away from my sister and gazed at the distant mountains. After thinking for a while, I said, "I don't
know . Maybe it was destined."

I really didn't know why I had inexplicably ended up here. I only remembered that I always had
a very familiar feeling about the northwest, as if something was calling me. When my sister asked me where I was going at the station, I said the northwest
without hesitation . Arriving at this small station, a sudden sense of familiarity overwhelmed me, and suddenly,
two strangers, a brother and sister, appeared in Heilong Town.

We were fortunate to meet the kind-hearted Teacher Liu, who first took us in, offering
us a room in her house, and then had her husband, who worked at the county government, handle our household registration. Finally, after
learning that my sister didn't plan to attend school, she found her a job at a small factory in town, and we siblings
finally settled down.

I couldn't believe what had happened over the past few days. But it just happened, like the sudden
loss my parents; fate is always unpredictable.

Since it was June, the town's middle school hadn't started its summer break, and I had to attend school at my sister's insistence,
so naturally, I had to stay in Heilong Town as a relative of Teacher Liu.

I was about to enter my final year of middle school, and facing the high school entrance exam, naturally no one dared to take me, a student even
Teacher herself didn't know, since the pass rate was tied to her bonus. In desperation,
Teacher Liu placed me in her honors class.

I knew I couldn't let Teacher Liu down, and more importantly, I couldn't let my sister down. So I
studied like crazy. I can't remember how many practice tests I did this month, or how much
sleep I sacrificed. I could barely remember the names of most people in my class. I didn't have time for anything else.

Anyway, I fell seriously ill three days after the high school entrance exam, but to everyone's delight, I achieved my goal of getting into the county's top high school with
the second-highest .

"How could you be so foolish? Health is the most important thing. What's the use of going to the best university if your health collapses
? What I want is a healthy brother, you know?" My sister's tone was a little
angry, but I could hear the warmth in it.

I struggled to sit up and looked at my sister with gratitude. "Don't worry, I'm not that foolish. I'm going to
take care of you for the rest of my life. How could I have something happen to me so early?"

"You stay home and behave yourself. I'm going to work. Don't wander around. I'll cook you something delicious when I get back tonight."

My sister gave me a gentle, slightly mischievous smile and got up to leave.

Watching her back, a warm feeling rose in my heart. I don't know why, but having my sister makes me
feel that life is still full of hope and sunshine. An invisible force is pushing me, telling me:
persevere, don't give up on yourself.

I know she must have suffered a lot at work for me this past month, but she has never
told , and she always comes home smiling. I have no other way to help her, I can only study and use good grades to comfort
her. This is the only thing I can do.

If heaven doesn't open a road, I'll make one; if fate is ruthless, I'll be compassionate.

Maybe I really shouldn't complain anymore, after all, there is still hope, just like my sister always says—
we still have tomorrow.

I don't want to be someone who is destined for greatness, but I know that everyone's life is a
story , constantly falling down and getting up again and again, that's life. Heaven can take something away from you for nothing,
but it won't give you anything for nothing, everything must be earned through your own efforts.

Lying in bed now, I no longer feel the pressure of exams, and the depression buried deep in my heart suddenly
surges back like a tide. Sad things are things one can never forget. Time and other things may temporarily
alleviate your pain, but once it returns, it's like old wine aged in the heart, growing stronger and more potent with each passing day.

Childhood memories replay in my mind, infinitely beautiful, intoxicating, like a blissful
dream I don't want to wake from. My mother was so kind, so forgiving; I only dared to tell her about my mistakes, because I knew
she wouldn't hit or scold me.

The days spent with my father were equally warm. The colorful plants in the mountains, the
kites dancing in the wind—without him, none of this would exist. Childhood was like a blank canvas; my mother sketched my
shape on it, and my father painted the colors.

Sadly, all of this is no longer mine. The hardships of life have forced me to think about many things. I understand
why my father drank every day in his final days, why my mother had gray hair at only
forty , and how ridiculous it is for a child to yearn to grow up.
Do my sister know all this? Perhaps she already knows, but simply hasn't told me.

Sister, don't worry, I've grown up now. I won't let you be sad or disappointed, I promise I won't.
One day I will marry you in grand style—I secretly vowed in my heart.

Black Dragon Town—the name has a mythical feel to it. Was there once a beautiful legend of a dragon?

There are also very ancient single-surname villages here, where the entire village shares only one surname. The Jiang family village, with the largest population, has a genealogy in its ancestral
hall that spans two hundred generations, meaning they have lived here for nearly four thousand years. According to
the older , their ancestors once saw a dragon in the mountains, its entire body silver except for its black beard,
hence the name "Black Dragon."

Three months later, I had to leave Black Dragon Town, the place that had given me a second life. For my own
future , and for my sister's future, I embarked on my journey to the county high school with hope.

I didn't want to know whether the future was bright or dark; I only knew that I would use my sweat to cultivate
a garden for myself and my sister, and my sister—would be the most beautiful part of that garden.

The high school was located on the west side of Xingsheng Avenue, the most bustling street in the county town. It was vast and had an elegant environment.
Behind the five buildings, arranged in a staggered pattern, was a forest, with a small river flowing gently through it
. The artificial hills and pavilions in the forest were quaint and charming, making people linger. The main teaching building faced the gate, imposing and grand. In front of the building was a modern stadium. Although the grass on the football field
was artificial, the contrast of green and red inside and out was still eye-catching.

High school life was much more colorful than junior high. The school encouraged students to develop into well-rounded individuals,
so extracurricular activities suddenly became abundant, and many student clubs grew to a considerable size, but I had no interest in them.

My high school life consisted of only one route: classroom—dormitory—cafeteria—toilet.

I couldn't let my sister down.

"Hao, you're back! That's great, I missed you so much!"
When I returned to Heilong Town during my first winter break of high school, my sister excitedly hugged me.

"Sister, I missed you too." I hugged my sister back. "Sister, you've lost so much weight. Didn't I tell you
not to work so hard? Why didn't you listen?"

Looking at my sister's thin face, I felt a pang of sadness.

My sister was only seventeen years old, doing manual labor in the factory just like the adults. Although it was piecework,
the burden of supporting two people must have exhausted her. I don't know how she persevered, but I know
it was something that most people couldn't endure.

"Hao, it's alright. Life is short, a few years will pass quickly.
It's nothing for us to suffer a little now, as long as you're happy in the future, I'll be happy too." My sister gently touched my face and
forehead .

What a hand it was! Although just as slender as my sister's, her fingers were covered in calluses, and her palms were filled with
dense lines . This was my seventeen-year-old sister's hand. I grabbed that hand and pressed it against my face, silently shedding tears
.

I also remembered my mother's hands, covered in calluses just like my sister's, but those were
the result of ; I also remembered Teacher Liu's hands, her palms also filled with dense lines, and it always felt like a lot of
chalk dust would appear when she clapped her hands, but those were also a testament to more than ten years of teaching. My sister was only seventeen years old, how much hardship and toil
must she have endured to have hands like that?

"Sister, you...you mustn't get married! I'll marry you once I have a job and can earn money."

"Hao, sister...I'll wait for you, no matter how long it takes." The older sister cried too. "Sister isn't suffering, really not
at all . As long as you...as long as you study well, sister has hope."

The siblings hugged each other tightly. At that moment, all the riches and glory in the world paled in comparison, because this was
home, because here lay the warmest and most touching family and love. Blood is thicker than water, and with this deep
affection, the two of them carved out their own space in what should have been a hopeless situation.

Dinner was simple, but we ate with great relish. My cooking skills are naturally far inferior to my sister's, but
she knew the deep affection contained within.

From then on, my life gained another joy: taking care of my sister during my holidays, giving her a
break . Life shouldn't always be filled with sorrow and tears; the simple is the warmest. We don't need great fame
or fortune; having a loved one and a home is the most important thing, and the ordinary is the most real.

The three years of high school flew by, and the college entrance exam was just around the corner.

Everyone was making their final sprint; the competition was fierce, like a thousand soldiers crossing a single-plank bridge!

I was also giving it my all. Although I was first every year, the college entrance exam was an unknown;
no one knows what will happen until they experience it.

In July of my eighteenth year, the sky was clear and the sun was blazing.

"Hao, the exam is coming up soon, so I'm giving you three days off."

I had already told my sister I didn't need her special care, but she still took three days off to come to the county town. I
happily spent three days being waited on hand and foot.

There was no nagging; she just quietly did everything for me. This gave me immense confidence. I, who usually excelled
academically once again stood out in the college entrance exam, ranking first in the county and third in the province, and was admitted to
the prestigious National University—a university that could change my life once again.

The day I received the news, my sister cried. She knew how much sweat and effort I had put in. While I was studying like crazy at school,
I also had to take care of her during the holidays; the hardships I endured were probably no less than hers.

I helped my sister up, supporting her on her shoulders, and carefully examined this woman who was both mother and sister to me—her
1.7-meter height appeared somewhat frail from years of hard work, her shoulder-length black hair was slightly disheveled, her pale
face was misty with tears, and her hands were still so rough.

She used the hands that girls used to weave dreams to push locomotives and move steel pipes. Yes, her early twenties are
the most beautiful and dream-filled time of a girl's life, but my sister gave her golden youth to factories and fields for me.

Didn't she dream of going to a good university, having a good job, and finding a prince charming? But she knew that for me...
I had to say goodbye to all of this; these things would never belong to her.

For a time, I buried myself in books, neglecting the fact that my only family member was a delicate, fragile
girl who needed love and care. I was leaving to walk my own path. The future might be bright, but it was mine, not hers.

Our material possessions might be equal, but our hearts were on different tracks, perhaps never to intersect.

"Sister—"

A thousand words stuck in my throat, unable to be uttered. I simply held her tightly in my arms, letting her cry her heart
out. The emotions that had been building up for three years surged within me like a raging river—the pain of losing both parents at a young age,
the joy of meeting a benefactor, the helplessness of relying on each other, and the gratitude towards my sister—all intertwined into a river of emotion that
wouldn't

subside …

"Sister, do you know? Our suffering is coming to an end. You won't have to endure this anymore. When
we have money , I'll marry you, and I'll make sure you live like a princess." I gently wiped away my sister's tears,
speaking with heartache.

Looking at my sister's still slightly pale face in my arms, I could only give her this promise, while secretly making a resolution in my heart
once again .

"Hao..." my sister said excitedly, "I'll be yours for life, I'll wait for you for years to come."

Her pretty face was so close to mine, her warm breath carrying a simple fragrance as she spoke brushed against my
face . I could no longer contain the surging warmth in my heart, my trembling hands cupping her cheek, and I kissed her with my eyes closed
.

"Mmm—" I could feel her body tremble slightly in my arms, then soften, her small hands
slowly climbing up my back to my shoulders, gently sliding up and down. Two fragrant, soft lips were captured
in my mouth, so warm! I even wanted to stay with her like this forever, on such a beautiful
day, our hearts reaching a distance we had never been so close to before...

It was a relaxing holiday. There was no pressure from the college entrance exam, no endless tests and homework
, only family love and warmth.

The county high school awarded me a 5,000 yuan prize, which relieved my sister, who had been struggling to pay her tuition for so long.

This weekend, she made a point of not working overtime and decided to accompany me on a trip to the mountains. I was naturally
happy , so we prepared everything and set off early Saturday morning.

The mountains of Heilong Town are lush and green. The simple mountain people haven't caused much damage to nature;
the decaying wood and withered branches in the mountains, as well as the crop stalks in the fields, are enough for fuel. The fuel used by the small factories is also transported from
the county town , which is inexpensive and produces minimal pollution.

Standing on such a mountain, anyone would feel refreshed. The mountain breeze rustled, carrying the fragrance of wildflowers
and grass . Mist swirled around the mountain streams, adding a magical touch to this secluded paradise. The sky was as blue as a jewel, without
a trace of impurity. The rising sun, red like a baby's face, smiled gently. With my sister
by my side , everything was so beautiful and comforting.

"Do you know why I came out with you?" my sister asked, holding my hand, her pretty face showing a hint of excitement.

"Wasn't it to reward my achievements?" I was taken aback, wondering if there was another reason.

"Silly boy—today is your eighteenth birthday. Do you like this birthday present from your sister?"

I was truly stunned. In the three years of working day and night, I had almost forgotten all holidays, and
the memory had gradually faded from my mind—those were all when my mother was here, a bowl of delicious longevity noodles,
how much maternal love was contained in it? It's a pity that my mother is no longer here.

A loving voice rang in my ears, "Did you miss Mom?"

"Yes." I answered softly, my eyes still filled with sadness.

"Mom in heaven should be smiling knowing that you have achieved what you have today."

I recovered first. It was rare for my sister to be so relaxed; I shouldn't make her sad anymore. I cursed
myself inwardly and pointed to the misty mountain in front of me, saying, "Sister, shall we have
lunch ?"

My sister also recovered, "Then why don't you hurry up and come?" Before she finished speaking, she was already seven or eight steps away from me.

"Haha—hehe," a burst of laughter from young men and women echoed through Black Dragon Mountain.

"Little brother, hurry up! Do you want your sister to pull you along?"

"Try carrying my things on your back." "

Heh, who lets a girl carry things? You're eighteen already."

"But you're the older sister, you should take care of me."

"Are you even a man? You have no manners at all."

While I was chatting and laughing with my sister, I suddenly heard a very familiar voice: "Master, you've finally
arrived." A hint of joy tinged the voice with authority.

"Hao, what's wrong?" My sister, seeing my strange expression as I suddenly stopped, ran over.

"Sister, did you just hear that sound?"

"Whose voice? Is anyone else here?" My sister looked at me strangely.

"Master, I've waited for you again." I was trying to remember when another voice came.

"Hao, what's wrong with you?" Seeing my expression, my sister was already anxious. Just moments ago, the sky was cloudless
, but now a dark cloud is pressing down on the Black Dragon Bee, with flashes of lightning visible within.

I didn't hear my sister's voice at all; I was lost in a strange world,
scenes blade of grass and every tree was so bright, as if they had come alive in my eyes,
leisurely and carefree. Yet, a great disaster destroyed all this beauty. What a catastrophe it was!
The sky collapsed , the earth caved in, floods raged, and ferocious beasts and birds of preyed on people. The scene shifts: a collapsed mountain, boulders flying
everywhere, a majestic man slowly lying in the middle, a black cloak covering his entire body, a silver spear standing beside him, its tassel
strangely black. The scene changes again: the setting sun casts its last rays on a rushing riverbank, a man and a woman hand in hand facing death, blood flowing from their necks
, the same silver spear beside them. The scene shifts again to a moonlit night after the rain has cleared. A valiant general roars to the
sky, his spear etching powerful words onto the stone ground…

At this moment, Black Dragon Peak is shrouded in dark clouds, thunder and lightning flashing. My sister, knowing the danger, tries to pull me away, but I
stand motionless on the mountaintop, as if bewitched.

A deafening thunderclap explodes in my mind, and a golden light instantly emanates from my body, blindingly bright.

“Hao, are you alright? Don’t scare your sister—Hao—” My sister screams in
disbelief then suddenly everything goes black, and she faints. I, however, know nothing more.

Meanwhile, a thousand miles away in the capital city of Tianjing, a man in his early twenties suddenly awoke from his meditation,
his eyes flashing with a sharp light. "Interesting. I never expected to encounter you again on this mortal journey.
It seems we're destined to meet again. Gonggong, let's have some fun this time, and settle our millennia-old
grudge!" he murmured to himself, the light in his eyes fading as he slowly closed them. A chilling smile
vanished instantly.

How wondrous is fate! —At this moment, I was still immersed in
the astonishment and emotion of understanding my past and present lives through the passage of time—everything was indeed preordained. In my first life, I was Gonggong, one of the two great divine kings,
and Xiang Yu and Yue Fei were roles I had played in countless reincarnations. The experiences of countless lifetimes and
the many unforgettable memories were now recalled by the Dragon Spear, which had once been in communion with Gonggong. That thunderous explosion was the
result of the fusion of the Dragon Spear's spirit and my own.

The inner energy of the Blazing Sun True Technique surged endlessly within my body. After the transformation, I felt every
pore rejoice. The feeling of being one with heaven and earth was so wonderful. A realization welled up in my heart—humans
are an integral part of nature, and when the two truly become inseparable, everything will be eternal.

"Sister—Sister, how are you?" Awakening from the soul-wandering brought by Wei Long, I found my sister unconscious beside me
. I immediately abandoned the wonderful feeling of merging with nature, picked her up, and shook her frantically.

"Ugh...ugh—Hao, how are you?" My sister was still somewhat delirious, calling out incoherently.

"Sister, I'm fine, how are you?"

"Hao, you're not dead?! It was raining so hard just now, and lightning struck you. I thought you…"
My sister regained consciousness, saw me holding her, and suddenly grabbed my arm, as if afraid I would run away, her eyes filled
with surprise.

I smiled slightly, took my sister's hand, and walked to the mountainside. "I haven't given you a good life yet, how can I
leave ?"

The rain had stopped, the clouds had dispersed, and the mountain streams babbled and flowed, like a cheerful melody. The plants,
nourished by the wind and rain, were even more vibrant. A rainbow arched across the mountains, a scene so beautiful it would
n't be an exaggeration to call it a paradise on earth.

"Huh? Why are your clothes dry? How long was I unconscious? And Hao, you seem—
a little different, what happened?" My observant sister, recovering from her joy, immediately looked puzzled.

Of course, I wouldn't hide anything from her and told her everything that had just happened to me.

...

"Is this a legendary story? Where did you hear it?" My sister's wide eyes and open mouth
showed that she didn't believe it, or perhaps she wasn't prepared to believe such myths.

A mountain wind blew, and my sister's thin body shivered in her wet clothes.

"Sis, come on, let me dry your clothes." Without a word, I placed my hands on her back, and in the blink of an eye,
she was completely dry, without a trace of moisture.

The contrast between her soaking wet state and her current dryness was too stark.
Before she could speak, I grasped her hands. "Believe me, sis, I want you to be happy for the rest of your life, free from
hardship. I want your hands to be as fair and smooth as the girls in your class."

Seeing the tears welling in my eyes, she couldn't speak, feeling a thousand words stuck in her throat.
Her body went limp, leaning against me, silently questioning through her tears—Heaven, have you finally opened your eyes? Have you finally
shown mercy to us, this poor sibling? Do you know what kind of life we've endured these past three years?

I let out an exaggerated yawn and stretched lazily. Ah—it feels
so good .

Oh right, what's that guy up to? He actually said he doesn't need to sleep—the next morning, my sister
woke up and didn't see me, which made her wonder.

The summer morning air was exceptionally fresh, and having finished my cultivation, I naturally heard my sister getting up and muttering to
herself.

"Good morning, sis." I greeted my sister with a smile as she stepped out the door.

"Hao? Is that really you?" My sister looked extremely surprised.

"What's wrong? Of course it's me."

"You've changed so much, I almost didn't recognize you." After saying that, my sister's face turned red, a rare
expression of girlish shyness.

How could I not know about my changes? After a night of cultivation, I had completely merged with Weilong; Weilong was
me, but I was more than just Weilong. The Blazing Sun True Technique must be the most domineering and perfect internal force in the world—because
it originates from the sun, it is the power of the sun!

"You're so tall! You used to be about the same height as me, but now you seem to be half a head taller than me, it's unbelievable!"

My sister's face was full of astonishment.

Of course I knew her astonishment. The current me and the me of my first life had completely merged—a
fusion of temperament. Perhaps my appearance hadn't changed much, but my inner bearing was incomparable
. My complexion had also changed drastically. The once frail scholar, with a pale, weak complexion, was now flawless
, like jade, translucent with a pinkish hue, giving an impression of elegant grace mixed with wild power—an indescribable
strangeness, yet undeniably natural.

"Of course I'm still me, just in some ways more like my previous lives. I can't be completely without any
trace ."

"Then who do you resemble more? I feel you still have a shadow of your former self, very silent, very melancholic, but it seems
there's something more, something I can't quite put my finger on." My sister looked at me intently, as if scrutinizing a stranger.

"That was the real me, once one of the two great god-kings—Gonggong. But it seems something's
wrong ."

"What is it?" My sister saw my furrowed brow and her tone became anxious.

"So be it, so be it. Perhaps this is the suffering and calamity of humankind." I sighed deeply.

I don't know if it was my fault, but my existence has indeed caused too much calamity—
the collapse of Mount Buzhou plunged the world into misery; the Chu-Han Contention lasted four long years, causing countless families to be torn apart and lives lost;
Yue Fei's resistance against the Jin also resulted in the deaths of millions of heroes.

I owe the world far too much—Gonggong's dying words have been echoing in my heart, lingering uneasy.

Yet how unfair has Heaven been to me—one after another, peerless beauties have fallen into my arms, Youfei,
Meng'er —what wrong have they done? My heart aches as if pierced by needles.

I never imagined that after several reincarnations, I still haven't seen through it all, still that foolish person who yearns for the Dao yet can't bear to leave the mortal world.
Human—five levels of power and countless heart-wrenching pains, is this all I gained from seeing through past and present lives?

Perhaps. I returned only to atone for my sins, to bring happiness to the world, while I continue to suffer
the torment of reincarnation in hell.

"Ha—ha—ha!" I laughed wildly, tears streaming uncontrollably from my eyes.

"Hao, what's wrong?" My sister panicked when she saw my fluctuating expression.

"Sister, do you want to possess extraordinary abilities like me?" I forced myself to shake off my resentment and
voiced the thought that had arisen last night.

"Ah—" My sister's face lit up with joy. Seeing that I didn't answer her question, she knew I must have something I couldn't tell
her, so she didn't press me. "Of course!" Then her face darkened. "But, I'm afraid I can't."

"How could you not be able to with me? Come on." I deliberately teased her, my body blurring as I vanished before her eyes.

My sister only felt a blur before her eyes, but I was nowhere to be seen. She covered her gaping mouth with her hand, suppressing her shock, and
stepped into the house.

A day is short, but by sunset, my sister was a completely different person from the morning. Although her feminine physique
wasn't suited to the Blazing Yang True Technique, her meridians were now fully open, and she had already mastered about 20% of my internal strength. Combined with the other
martial arts I taught her, she had achieved some success.

"Hao, after you graduate and can support yourself, I want to go to university too," my sister said, pulling
me aside after dinner.

"I know, sister, isn't this your lifelong dream?" I lowered my head slightly, not letting her
see the emotion in my eyes. She had given up everything for me; how much courage and love did that take?

"Sister, it'll be four years before I graduate, and you'll have to make up the year you missed in high school, which means it'll be five years before you
can go to university, right?"

"Yes, that seems too long. I don't know if I'll remember anything from high school then." My sister's
expression clearly darkened.

"Well… there's a way."

"What?"

"Sister, do you know about the Soul Transfer Technique?"

"Never heard of it. I don't think it's ever been shown on TV." My sister looked very serious.

"It means I can transfer everything from my head into yours." I ignored my sister's
ridiculous answer and said seriously.

"No, no, that—that's like getting something for nothing, I don't want it."

"Good sister, I didn't misjudge you." I praised her inwardly.

"Of course I won't give you everything, I'll only give you everything I learned in high school, so you can take
the college entrance . Besides, it's rightfully yours, you deserve it."

"Silly child." My sister saw through my thoughts, "I'm really happy to have a good brother like you.
You know , even if we went through it all again, I would still make the same choice, I don't regret it at all."

"Sister." I couldn't contain my emotion and hugged her tightly to my chest.

"You read a lot of books, maybe in a year, I'll be your junior in school." Having gained
three years of knowledge for nothing, my sister joked happily.

"My sister works so hard to support my studies, how could I be lazy and let you down?"

"Hao, I know, so I don't feel bitter at all, really, I'm so happy."

"I will make you happy for the rest of your life, sister."

"I have a question that's been on my mind for a long time."

"Is there anything you don't know, sister?"

"You... how old are you? Are you eighteen, or over four thousand years old?"

"Hahahaha—" I almost laughed myself to death.

"What are you laughing at? Do you really not know? Every time I want to tell you something, I feel like you're
much more ." My sister blushed

. "Silly sister." I hugged her, "You will always be the sister I'm most grateful to and love the most. I
just happened to know about what happened more than 4,000 years ago, but I will always be your
brother, and my heart for you will never change."

"Oh." My sister responded with emotion, and then she couldn't help but laugh herself.

For the first time in three years, there was laughter in this incredibly oppressive little house. How changeable the world is,
how unpredictable life is. I sighed inwardly.

Happy days are always fleeting, and September is here in the blink of an eye. The day my sister and I have to part is fast approaching.

I can clearly feel that my sister isn't as happy as before these past two days. Several times I've found her
lost in thought while doing things. Sigh, how could I not know what's on my sister's mind? After spending so much time together, the thought of parting
is just as painful for me.

On the 7th, we bought our train tickets for noon on the 8th, which is tomorrow. After returning home, having dinner, and
taking a shower, my sister started checking my suitcase again, as if afraid of forgetting something.

"Sis, you've checked it eight times already, isn't that enough?" I said half-jokingly, looking at her serious expression
.

My sister blushed, glared at me, silently and neatly stacked her bag on the ground, then
sat down beside me, head down.

I sighed, pulled her into my arms, and found tears rolling down her cheeks. In that instant, my
throat also started to itch, and I felt all the words stuck in my throat, unable to utter a sound.

I gently kissed away her pearly tears, then pressed my face against her smooth forehead. "Sister, I know
you'll miss me, and I'll miss you just as much. I'll come back as soon as I have a break, okay? Sister, don't cry, I'm
sad ."

She shifted slightly in my arms to make herself more comfortable, then used her left hand to brush
aside her slightly disheveled long hair before pressing her soft lips to mine.

Compared to two months ago, our kissing skills had improved considerably. Without me sucking, her
fragrant tongue slipped into my mouth, nimbly licking and teasing, making my entire mouth itch. I
swallowed her saliva as we played with each other's tongues, until we were both breathless.

"Hao—" My sister looked up, her face flushed, her eyes filled with tenderness. "Sister...

I want you." It must have taken a lot of courage for her to say those words, her voice trailing off. As soon as
she finished , she buried her face in my chest again, refusing to look away, but her hands were already unbuttoning
her shirt.

Although it had only been half a year since we parted, I knew her heart perfectly well. This was something we had never
experienced before; she wanted to keep a real, tangible memory for herself and for me. How could I possibly ask for that?
How could I refuse?

I grasped her hand as she unbuttoned her clothes, pulled it close, and gently kissed it. Looking into her eyes, I said, "
Leave it all to me, okay?" "Mmm—" she softly agreed, and then I silenced her again with a kiss. While kissing her, my hands weren't idle. Almost without her noticing, her blouse was completely open, revealing her white undergarment and the faint scent of her virginity. Her breasts, though not towering, still formed a considerable peak against the thin fabric . Touching them, I found them incredibly elastic, and the small nipples were slowly hardening. "I want to see them, is that alright?" I kissed her earlobe and whispered in her ear. "Mmm," she replied, her voice almost inaudible. I straightened her limp body in my arms and lifted the hem of her blouse. She obediently raised her arms, and finally, her two mysterious virgin peaks were fully revealed to me—what a magnificent sight ! Her white, fleshy breasts were firm and tight, forming two round bowls with their bases facing me. Her two rosy nipples were as delicate as cherries, making me want to bite them. "Sister, you're so beautiful!" I pulled her back into my arms, my lips tracing every inch , then moving to her neck. Her breathing became more and more heavy, gradually turning into soft moans. She was completely aroused, so when my lips covered her left breast, she didn't react much, but I heard her utter a clear "Husband, I love you." As if suddenly stimulated, my movements became intense. My gentle licking and kissing of her skin instantly turned into sucking on her nipple, circling the cherry with my tongue. At the same time, my right hand had already pulled her pants down to her knees, then wandered over her outer thighs. Her thighs were long and incredibly smooth, as if I were touching the finest satin, without feeling a single flaw. "What did you call me just now? I didn't hear you clearly, could you say it again?" I picked my sister up and gently placed her on her bed, then leaned down to look into her slightly dazed eyes and asked. Her face suddenly flushed even more brightly. "I... just now... didn't say anything." " Is that so?" I took off my coat, leaving only my underwear, then sat down beside her with a fierce expression, reaching my hand towards her ribs. "Really didn't say anything, my good wife?" "Husband, husband, husband." My "wife" made her eyes light up instantly. She suddenly sat up and wrapped her arms around my neck, calling out incessantly in my ear, not realizing that she had used too much force in her excitement, and I almost rolled my eyes back. The feeling of two soft mounds of flesh rubbing against my chest was so pleasurable, especially the two protruding nipples, which felt like they were carrying an electric current making my chest itchy and indescribably comfortable, but my neck was being tortured. "Wedding night murder of my husband, ah—help me—" I groaned exaggeratedly. "What are you saying? Ugh—" She quickly let go of my mouth, only noticing my deliberately flushed face when she realized she'd been holding me too tightly. A little embarrassed, she released her hand, but didn't forget to give me a light punch. I grabbed her hand and sucked on it, then pushed her down. "Let me get to know my wife's body properly, okay?" Her panties were pure white, showing that although she did what men usually did, she still possessed a woman's elegance. My hand slipped inside her panties' waistband. "Good girl, lift your legs." She had already closed her eyes tightly in embarrassment, but her two long legs, pressed together, lifted up. I first kissed her cute little feet that were standing in front of me, then slowly removed her last defenses. A complete and perfect wife appeared in my eyes and in my heart—kind and beautiful. Her panties were off her body, but I grabbed her legs as she tried to lower them, then spread them apart, revealing a beautiful patch of pubic hair—her pubic hair, like black grass, lay clustered below her rounded navel, while only a few strands were distributed on her pink labia. Aroused, the delicate flower had already begun to bloom, glistening with drops of love juice, and the labia minora were faintly visible, slowly peeking out to welcome her approaching guest. "Husband…don't look…it's so ugly…so embarrassing…" My sister noticed me staring at her private parts, and, extremely ashamed, gently raised her legs to try and cover herself. "Silly girl," I lowered her legs, climbed onto the bed, and pressed myself against her, "Every part of your body is a beautiful sight, how could there be anything unsightly?" Sweet words are the best weapon against a woman bathed in love; her eyes lit up again, a radiant happiness shining through them once more. "Is it really that beautiful?" "Of course, you are my lover. In my eyes, every part of your body is so captivating, I could look at you for a lifetime and still not get enough." Perhaps knowing this step was inevitable, she completely softened. As I slid down , her legs opened, naturally and without any hesitation. The pink pubic hair adorned with black pubic hair was an incomparably beautiful sight. My tongue was quickly conquered by hers; as I pressed my lips against hers like a kiss, my tongue slipped into that paradise and lingered there, reluctant to leave. "Ah—no—don't—" The stimulation was still too much for my sister. Her relaxed body suddenly stiffened, then arched violently, remaining in that position for over ten seconds before relaxing again under my soothing hands. Then, her angelic moans were interspersed with a few clear "husbands" that floated into my ears. Her labia were like soft candy, with an amazing texture. I was afraid they would melt in my mouth. Strands of love juice slowly flowed from my sister's vagina, the faint fishy smell and the rich, sweet fragrance moistening my thirsty lips . A red bean gradually emerged from the foreskin at the tip of her vulva, unwilling to be left out. I naturally wouldn't neglect it, and I played with it with my tongue. The small tip on the bean was a little harder than the rest, scraping against my tongue, making me even more reluctant to let go so easily. "Ah...so beautiful...what's happening to me? Ah..." My sister's body arched again, and at the same time, a large amount of sweet vaginal fluid suddenly gushed into my mouth . My sister, who had never been intimate with anyone, climaxed in my mouth. I swallowed all her love juice without hesitation, then lay down beside her and held her, still trembling slightly.

Her delicate body trembled, and I gently stroked her long, black hair. I softly asked her, "Is it comfortable?"

"Mmm." The blush on her face hadn't faded. She rested her head on my arm, looked at me, and answered softly. Then, she
blossomed into an incredibly beautiful smile and planted a kiss on my lips.

"Honey, I also want to—I also want to see your body—may I?"

I smiled and reached down to take off my underwear, but she stopped me. "Honey, I'll serve you."

Now the roles were reversed. She was pressing me down, and I felt my chest being
moistened patch by patch by patch of her hot, smooth nipple. A warm, comforting current flowed through my body, lingering in my heart. This must be
the happiness of having a lover.

It was much easier for her to take off my underwear than for me to take off hers, but her expression was far more exaggerated than mine—
her mouth was wide open, her eyes were round, she probably hadn't expected a penis to be this color
—as translucent and pink as my skin, only the glans was a slightly darker
red, almost purplish, due to engorgement.

She hesitated for a moment, but her slightly trembling hand firmly grasped my penis. My size was
decent enough, so her little hand only held a little over half of the base, the two glans still sticking out.
"Little brother, you're so cute, can I kiss you?"

I was stunned! —My sister was actually talking to my little brother while I was standing there, how could I not be "jealous"?

I sat up and slapped the exposed part of my penis across the face. "Dare to
flirt with my wife in front of me? I'll cut you off!"

"Ha-ha-ha!" My sister was amused by my sudden performance, barely
managing to hold back her earlier tension. She looked at me and asked, "Are you sure you can cut it off?"

"Of course," I said shamelessly, "but it fascinates you so much, for your happiness and
joy, I'll reluctantly keep it."

"You're such a smooth talker!" My sister gave me a flirtatious glare, which aroused me, and my penis, which she was holding tightly
, twitched a few times.

"Ah—" My sister realized that what she was holding wasn't exactly a good thing either, and she glared at her back, then
couldn't help but kiss her. Then she nestled into my arms. "Husband, love me."

I was moved and hugged her hot body tightly. "Wife, you will be my treasure for life, and
I will always cherish you."

She lay on the bed, her face burning again at the thought of what was about to happen, and her beautiful eyes closed.

"Wife, it might hurt. If you can't help but cry out, I'll stop, okay?"

"Come on, husband, I'm not afraid." She opened her eyes, gazing at me with unwavering affection before
closing them again.

I knelt between her legs, my hard penis pressing against her soft petals. Her vagina shouldn't be dry anymore
; there was still love juice flowing out.

"Ah..." Her body trembled noticeably again, then instinctively pulled back a little, before returning to
her original position.

"Wife, don't be afraid, I love you." I whispered comfortingly, and while her attention was focused on my words, I
successfully opened her sacred gate with my glans, penetrating her narrow, secluded vagina. My equally
sensitive glans clearly felt a membrane in front of it, a symbol of my sister's twenty years of virginity.

"Does it hurt?" I stopped.

"Not too much, it's just... it's just... it feels so full inside." My sister breathed heavily, answering
intermittently .

I carefully leaned down, covering my sister's two taut breasts with my hands, gently kneading them, my tongue
probing into her mouth. "Mmm...mmm..." My sister warmly welcomed my visitor in her mouth,
exchanging our saliva.

The wetness inside her vagina grew stronger, and my sister was writhing slightly with unbearable pleasure. I knew
I could truly possess my sister now, and suddenly my buttocks sank.

A sudden, intense pain instantly struck my sister. "Ugh—" She bit her lip tightly
to keep from crying out, only managing to scratch six bloody marks on my back with her hands, and crystal tears welled up in
her eyes.

"Sister, does it hurt? I'm sorry...I'm sorry..." I lovingly kissed away the tears on her face.

"Silly child, I'm happy, even though it hurts, I'm truly happy..."

"Sister..." Looking at her tearful, smiling face, boundless gratitude welled up in my heart—with
such a woman loving me, what more could I ask of heaven or fate?

Beneath us, a trickle of blood slowly seeped from our joined bodies, so vibrant and striking. A

gentle, wet kiss, our lips and tongues entwined, gradually made my sister forget the pain. The swelling and itching in her lower body
once again took control of her senses. "Husband...it doesn't hurt anymore...you...you can continue."

The blush on her face and her murmured words transformed into a tender, lingering passion. As soon as she finished speaking, I began to
slowly thrust my hips. First, I gently thrust in and out with small, rhythmic movements, then gradually increased the amplitude and frequency
. My sister's long legs naturally climbed onto my waist, tightening and loosening in rhythm with my movements.

"Husband...I feel so good...you...you feel good too?"

"Good, of course I feel good." I answered her while licking her pink cheeks. "As long as my Shuang'er
is good, I'm good." My sister's vagina seemed to have a life of its own, constantly opening and closing,
gripping tightly when my penis entered and loosening slightly when I withdrew—it felt incredibly pleasurable.

"Husband... Shuang'er loves you... forever... only for you... ah..."

Finally, under my triple assault of sweet words, caresses, and my penis, my sister climaxed again. Her vagina, constantly writhing,
was instantly filled with copious amounts of love juice. My penis suddenly felt incredibly warm and tight, and I couldn't help but ejaculate
, a bunch of semen rushing into my sister's womb seeking happiness...

Feeling my penis soften and her vagina no longer writhing intensely, I was about to get down when
she hugged me tightly. "Husband, don't move, I love this feeling so much, holding you is like having everything."

"Shuang'er, me too." I lovingly wiped the fine beads of sweat from her forehead, brushed aside a few strands of hair clinging to
her forehead quietly looked into her eyes, sharing the blissful feeling of completely opening our hearts and souls to each other.

After a long while, I finally got up. "Where are you going?" The little woman beneath me
asked softly, sensing my movement.

"Honey, lie still and don't move. I'll be right back." I didn't answer her, only giving her a sly
and slightly mischievous smile.

"What are you doing? Oh—" She saw me bring a basin of water and a towel, and immediately understood
what I was going to do, her face turning red again.

I wet the towel and wrung it out. "Honey, be good and lift your legs."

My sister lifted her legs, and I supported her knees with my free hands, carefully cleaning the mess on her lower body. After
I finished , I took out the sheet with a red flower and a few white flowers printed on it and put on a new one. My
wife watched me with incredibly tender and moved eyes...

"Husband, your embrace is so comfortable. I really want to lie like this forever." Comfortably leaning against my
chest, stroking my arm, my sister closed her eyes and murmured as if in a dream.

"Even Sleeping Beauty wakes up. You're much prettier than her. How can you just lie there forever? You
should let the whole world know that I, Lin Yufan, have such a heavenly wife." I pressed close to her smooth
back, continuing to whisper sweet nothings in her ear that she would never tire of hearing.

...

The roar of the train ended my happy summer vacation, and naturally, there was a lot of sadness at the station. Knowing that
we would see each other again soon, my sister still couldn't let go, sobbing softly while holding my hand. If it weren't for my classmates, she
would have already thrown herself into my arms. In eighteen years, we had never been separated for so long. Although I am
not the same as before, in her heart I am still her brother and husband. How could she not feel at ease?

"Sister, you have to work hard. Next year we won't have to be like this, right?" Even though I knew perfectly well that my sister had
changed completely I still joked.

"Don't worry, I definitely won't let you down."

"That's better, good sister. Take care, okay? I don't want to see you even a little bit thinner when I come back."

"I remember."

"You know, sister, you're completely different now than before. I'm not worried about you being bullied, I'm just afraid you'll
get thin from worrying about me too much like before. So you have to practice your skills every day, that's the only way."

"Sister knows, you're so annoying, even more nagging than me." My sister finally smiled through her tears, giving me a sidelong glance.

"A year from now, you'll have to call me senior brother."

"Stop talking!" My sister's hand was already under my armpit, giving me a hard slap.

Sigh, finally, there's a day of triumph. Although my sister is upset, it's a happy kind of upset. And me?
There's always a lingering sorrow in my heart. Why?

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