Born to Disappear

Chapter 2

The long passageway meandered like an endless labyrinth. The road ahead forked in two, Hualing took the left path without any consideration.

What else could he consider? He was in the mortal realm and no longer had the immortal energy to trace the path.

Hualing walked straight, only to find a dead end. He sighed, this situation happened not just once or twice. It seems that he is really not talented to gamble, just look at it! All the paths he chose were none precise, Hualing had even lost count of how many times he had turned around because his chosen path was deadlocked.

Back on the road, now he chose the right. The direction this time must have been right, as the white snow and ice cold along the road he had passed were not as dense as before. A black stone wall was visible under the thin ice and a speck of light shone at the end of the road.

As if regaining his spirit, Hualing walked even faster. His bare feet stepped on sharp gravel and thin ice, but there was absolutely no visible change in expression on his face.

There were probably only a dozen more steps before he walked out of that cave. Hualing stopped his steps as he passed a large rock blocking the cave path, not because he was tired and wanted to rest but because he felt cold fingers clasping his ankles. He looked down, it was a pale finger with wrinkled skin.

Hualing tried to pull his foot, but the wrinkled fingers were reluctant to take off. Sighing heavily, he shook his head in helplessness. He crouched down, then looked at the figure leaning behind the rock. It was an old man with a white beard with wounds all over his body. Her white clothes were almost completely melted to red with some charred parts.

“Please,” the old man said with difficulty then coughed loudly a few times. His voice sounded hoarse but soft. Every time it coughed, every single one of it was blood dyeing the stone floor.

“I can't help you.” Hualing spoke straightforwardly, ignoring the old man who either heard his words or not.

The fingers that encircled his ankles tightened. It was not painful just like the crop's tendril scroll, yet Hualing was unable to release those fingers

“Are you hungry, want lotus seeds?” Silence answered that unrelated-sounding question. A sprig of lotus seeds was thrust at the old man who could not even open his eyes.

The figure was silent with its eyes tightly closed and the white beard stained red.

Seeing the condition of this old man, Hualing recalled his god. His god was the most amazing existence Hualing had ever seen. He is an extraordinary figure who is unequaled.

Once upon a time his god came home with a body full of wounds. Back then he was very worried, he asked a few things but his god was reluctant to answer. He cried so hard that his eyes were puffy but his god was still reluctant to speak, his god only clasped his hands and then all those terrifying wounds recovered.

Hualing remembered the incident, when it was his god who grasped his hand. Thinking back on it, he couldn't help but think if he had the healing ability.

If it was his god holding his hand, could it have worked if he had grasped it?

Could it be that this old man would recover if he clasped his hands?

With confidence trial and error Hualing took the old man's hand, grasping it with both hands. “I don't know if this works, but I hope you will recover as before!”

He completely forgot the events in his memories were in the immortal realm, while he was currently in the mortal realm.

The golden light shimmered from the clasped hands, spreading throughout the old man's body. Each wound would glow gold and then recover at a speed that could be seen with the naked eye.

Hualing looked on in amazement then nodded in satisfaction. It really works.

He looked at the old man. His face was no longer as pale as before, his breathing was no longer heavy. Some of the injuries appear to have fully recovered but some are in the process of recovery.

Hualiang was about to stand up, only to find the wrinkled hand still clasping his ankle tightly. He let out a heavy sigh, seemingly having to wait for this old man to wake up before he could get out.

While her eyes were tightly closed, tears flowed down her soft cheeks.

Hualing opened his eyes with hunting breath, a hill of sweat flowing from his forehead even though the air inside the cave was so cold. He touched her cheek that felt wet.

A thought crossed.

What if his god was injured and he wasn't on the side. Who will cure the gods? Will the gods be in pain?

Hualing was very sad, his chest felt tight. She gripped tightly on her clothes, hoping it could ease a little of the discomfort she felt. Hualing knew he had to leave immediately, he had to find his god.

But where should he look for his gods?

The god was in the ninth heaven, whereas he seemed to be in the mortal realm.

Hualing felt his eyes heating up, a drop of tears falling over his hand clasping a lotus stalk. He lowered his head, showing the frail shoulders rising and falling with the sound of a soft sobbing.

When Cao Ping woke up he was treated to the gentle sobbing of a woman shortly after he opened his eyes, he felt scared to death. Beside him was a girl who was probably only fifteen years old. The girl sobbed with tears dripping down one after another, wetting the back of the hand. While one hand clasped the girl's ankle. Cao Ping immediately let go of the grasp as if his hand had grasped the embers of fire.

He was terrified with bad thoughts coming. Could it be that after passing through the heavenly tribulation to reach the realm of breaking the void he experienced the storage of Qi?

Could it be that he had been unfair to this little girl?

Cao Ping's face turned pale, then green and then black. It was as if all the colors were blooming on his old face.

So after mustering up a thousand courage, Cao Ping asked doubtfully, his heart hammering.

“Small number,”

Hualing looked up when he heard the hoarse voice, showing his face that was like a pear after the rain. The stifled issue occasionally escapes. Both of her cheeks were flushed with soaking tears.

Cao Ping's heart skipped a beat the more he could see that tear-filled face.

"Are you awake?" Hualing asked while pulling a sob.

Hearing Hualing's question, Cao Ping instantly felt free. There was no hostility in the girl's gaze. So what he was afraid of was not true.

Ping heaved a sigh of relief, his body feeling light as if it was without a burden.

“Are you the one who helped this old man?” he asked when Cao Ping found no significant injuries on his body. There were only traces of blood and black stains on the clothes and a slight pain.

Cao Ping saw the girl nodding then pulled the leg he had released. Bend it in front of the chest and then hug it tightly. A lotus seed caught his attention. From the spiritual energy it felt, it should have been an ice lotus seed. But it was not an ordinary ice lotus, but a mortal ice lotus that had been nurtured by heaven and earth. It was a very valuable tonic.