Qingyuan City.

This city that holds Xu Wendong’s past memories.

Now it appears renewed before his eyes, like a vivid yet unfamiliar modern ukiyo-e.

He stood by the street, with bustling crowds surging like tides, and vehicles like steel fish weaving between the towering buildings, with the sounds of horns, footsteps, and conversations intertwining into a bustling urban symphony.

In his memory.

This was merely a modest and unassuming county town, with winding cobblestone streets, houses with low eaves and uneven roofs, where neighbors called out familiar and warm greetings.

Who would have thought.

Time, like a masterful craftsman, wielding the giant pen of years, sculpted it into the modern spectacle before him.

Towering buildings rose from the ground, with their glass facades sparkling in the sunlight, reflecting the city’s vitality and exuberance.

On the well-organized and wide streets, a continuous flow of traffic moves like a never-ending pulse, beating to the rhythm of modern civilization.

As his gaze wanders, every street corner and alley is a scenery.

The tides of fashion surge here, with those striking figures of women resembling blooming flowers in the urban jungle, their clothing styles bold and diverse, some in playful short skirts with billowing hems, exuding youthful vitality.

Or in flowing long dresses, outlining elegant and graceful curves, with the texture of fabrics and exquisite tailoring complementing each other, fully conveying the charm of fashion.

Amidst them, international friends of varied skin and hair colors intermingled, either hurrying to the next appointment or leisurely strolling to savor the city’s unique flair.

Diverse cultures collide and blend in this small space, blossoming into the vibrant colors of an international metropolis.

For a moment, Xu Wendong is disoriented, as there isn’t a trace of the small county town of his memory, instead, it’s a vibrant international metropolis!

After waiting on the street for a moment, he hailed a taxi, and after getting in, Xu Wendong politely said to the driver, "Hello, to Shengjing Shanshui Villa District!"

This was his home where he once lived on Earth.

Living with his cousin Xu Wenjian and his wife Lin Yiren.

He just didn’t know if his sister-in-law was at home or in the Kunlun Mountains Minor World...

The driver glanced at Xu Wendong, dressed in ancient attire with long hair, exuding an immortal aura, and said nothing more, starting the car and taking Xu Wendong to the Shengjing Shanshui Villa District.

The car came to a gentle stop in the Shengjing Shanshui Villa District.

Xu Wendong’s gaze remained fixed on villa number 95, which stood like a lady of solitary elegance, quietly poised amidst the lush greenery and meticulously crafted landscapes, exuding a serene yet homey ambiance.

His eyes lit up instantly, as if a traveler in darkness had captured the dawn’s light, a chord in his heart quietly strummed, his heartbeat suddenly quickening, crashing against his chest like dense drumbeats.

The carefully tended, verdant flowers and plants in front of the house, the clothes drying by the windowsill, all silently narrate the vibrant daily life at home.

This is the mortal world he endlessly yearned for amid the wandering years, amidst blades and swords!

He took cash out of his storage bag to pay the fare, then, full of eagerness and anticipation, hurriedly got out of the car, his steps somewhat stumbling in his haste.

Immediately.

His fingertips trembled as he pressed the doorbell.

A moment later.

The villa door seemed to be gently pushed open by an invisible hand, and a figure appeared like moonlight pouring down, lightly entering his view.

At that moment, Xu Wendong felt his breath suddenly stop, the surrounding air seemingly frozen, all his senses focusing on the person before him.

His eyes involuntarily filled with burning warmth, tears almost spilling, blurring his sight, yet unable to obscure the familiar silhouette that haunted his dreams.

Lin Yiren stood gracefully inside the door, wearing a black dress that flowed like nighttime, delicately fitting her shapely figure, outlining her sensual curves.

Her long hair resembling Wu Mo satin, casually draped behind her head, with a few playful strands hanging by her fair neck, like an expressive ink painting with a touch of lazy nonchalance.

Her skin, like creamy white jade, shimmered with a gentle glow in the indoor warm light, exuding an innate nobility and elegance.

Her lips, naturally red, curved in a faint smile, like ripples on a spring lake, gentle and charming, her eyes and brows full of allure, a unique charm bestowed by the passage of time.

Every frown and every smile, every move, are like magnets, firmly attracting Xu Wendong’s gaze, making him feel as if in a dream, intoxicated and lost, while waves of past memories broke through, flooding his heart in this instant.

What Xu Wendong didn’t expect was that his sister-in-law Lin Yiren had reached the Golden Core Stage, which explained her ageless appearance.

After all, if she were an ordinary person, she would have aged.

The moment she saw Xu Wendong, Lin Yiren’s beautiful eyes trembled fiercely, with an incredible light flickering in her gaze, she spoke in a trembling voice, "Wendong? Is it really you? You’ve returned?"

Xu Wendong’s eyes brimmed with tears: "It’s me, sister-in-law, I’ve returned!"

Overjoyed, Lin Yiren immediately opened the door for a warm embrace, eager to merge into each other.

Smelling the familiar scent of his sister-in-law, Xu Wendong couldn’t help but breathe it in greedily, a scent too familiar to him, one that captivated him.

"How did you end up gone for so long? I thought I’d never see you again." Lin Yiren’s eyes overflowed with hot tears, apparently not expecting that Xu Wendong could return.

Xu Wendong, with a face full of tenderness, wiped away her tears and couldn’t help but ask, "Sister-in-law, how long have I been gone?"

Xu Wendong couldn’t remember how long he had been away.

After all.

He had spent decades in the Cultivation World.

Although not long in the Immortal Realm.

But a day in heaven equals a year on earth.

Lin Yiren, her eyes red, affectionately embraced Xu Wendong as they entered the villa, casually saying, "Not too long, it’s been eighteen years now."

Xu Wendong grinned widely, "I thought it would be at least decades or hundreds of years, but it’s only been eighteen years!"

Lin Yiren gave him a playful glare, with a hint of resentment in her eyes, "Eighteen years, though not very long, I have lived like a widow for those eighteen years!"

"Ah?" Xu Wendong’s pupils trembled fiercely, quickly asking, "What’s going on? How come you have lived like this for so long? What happened to my brother? Did something happen to him?"

At this moment.

Xu Wendong felt inexplicably nervous, far more intense than when facing Otherworldly Demons in the Immortal Realm.

After all.

Cousin Xu Wenjian is his dearest kin!

Though they share no blood relation, their bond surpasses blood ties!