bdsm-fiction 960. With you for a lifetime
960. With you for a lifetime
During the journey to the Heavenly Tomb, despite the dissatisfaction of many other families, the Yan Clan managed to secure a spot for Xiao Yan within the Xiao Clan.
Xiao Yan followed Huo Zhi and Huo Xuan into the Heavenly Tomb. Of course, Xiao Yan's strength was insufficient, and he needed Huo Zhi and Huo Xuan's protection along the way.
The journey was not smooth. Xiao Yan encountered Gu Xun'er, but when the two met, their hearts were filled with turmoil, and in the end, they did not say a word to each other.
After Xiao Yan entered the Heavenly Tomb, the true ruler of the Heavenly Tomb, Xiao Xuan, did not react at all, as if he had not noticed Xiao Yan's arrival at all. Xiao Yan gained some benefits, but this result disappointed the Yan Clan.
The question of whether Xiao Yan was truly a member of the Xiao clan was also brought to the forefront. Although the true leaders of the eight clans all knew that Xiao Yan, who possessed the Tuoshe Ancient Emperor Jade, was undoubtedly a true member of the Xiao clan, since Xiao Xuan in the Heavenly Tomb was unwilling to help Xiao Yan, any strategic significance Xiao Yan might have originally held had completely vanished.
Subsequently, Xiao Yan was almost abandoned by the Yan Clan. The only remaining value Xiao Yan had to the Yan Clan was to assist Huo Zhi in cultivation.
Against this backdrop, Huo Zhi remains Xiao Yan's sole pillar of support in his life.
After spending time together in the Yan Clan, Xiao Yan and Huo Zhi finally broke through the influence of the Dou Di bloodline on procreation, and had a child. As a son-in-law of the Yan Clan, Xiao Yan naturally had no right to name the child, so the child took the Yan Clan's surname. Xiao Yan knew that this was a good thing for the child.
Congratulations, Third Brother!
Xiao Ding also congratulated Xiao Yan, saying, "After several years, you and Miss Huo Zhi finally have an heir. This is indeed a joyous occasion."
Xiao Yan was with his three closest relatives, Xiao Zhan, Xiao Ding, and Xiao Li. Feeling their concern for him, he nodded vigorously, though his eyes were already glistening with tears.
Seeing this, their father, Xiao Zhan, sighed and comforted them, "I know you're still not entirely at peace, but there's no future for you and Xun'er. The difference in your social status is too great, something you can't change. It's also my fault for being useless, unable to provide you brothers with a stable life."
"Father, don't say that, it's my fault!" Xiao Yan said with tears in his eyes.
Xiao Li was clearly drunk. He slammed his hand on the table and said, "If you ask me, Third Brother, you don't need to keep thinking about Xun'er. She might not really care about you. But Miss Huo Zhi is different. I can tell she really cares about you!"
Xiao Ding whispered in Xiao Yan's ear, "Third brother, without Miss Huo Zhi, the four of us saying these things might not even survive tomorrow."
Xiao Yan also downed the spirit wine in his cup in one gulp: "Big brother, I know... I know everything..."
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The days that followed were rather uneventful. Xiao Yan and Huo Zhi's eldest son continued to grow up and was expected to become a leading figure in the next generation of the Yan Clan. Xiao Yan and Huo Zhi were extremely happy to witness the child's growth.
However, "a common man is innocent, but possessing a treasure is a crime." Xiao Yan had already been discreet enough, but because of the strange fire within him, someone sabotaged him, and he was seriously injured during a mission.
By the time Huo Zhi arrived, Xiao Yan was covered in blood. Although Huo Zhi later asked the Yan Clan's top alchemist to help, he could only keep Xiao Yan alive for a few more months.
During that time, Huo Zhi took Xiao Yan away from the Yan Clan. When Xiao Yan asked why they were leaving, Huo Zhi's answer was quite simple.
"I know you've never really liked it here, but I'll take you away this time."
The two arrived in a town, and under Huo Zhi's deliberate arrangement, they began to live an ordinary life like any other couple.
In Xiao Yan's final days, Huo Zhi took him to see the clouds rise and fall, enjoy the pastoral scenery, and do things that ordinary people would do. They didn't need to use their fighting spirit to gather herbs in the mountains; they rowed a small boat to see the reeds, and Huo Zhi cooked for them herself.
During this time, even though Xiao Yan was already nearing the end of his life, he smiled more often than ever before.
Huo Zhi truly acted like a devoted wife, caring for Xiao Yan's condition and feeding him medicine spoonful by spoonful every night, much like coaxing a child.
On the last night, as Xiao Yan's body temperature gradually cooled and he could no longer swallow the medicine, tears streamed down Huo Zhi's face.
"Xiao Yan, I'm so sorry..."
Lying on the bed, having lost all his strength, Xiao Yan shook his head with difficulty, trying to make a sound, but his weakness prevented him from uttering a single word.
Seeing Xiao Yan in this state, Huo Zhi could no longer hide the heartache on her face. She wrapped her arms around Xiao Yan's upper body and whispered in his ear, "Xiao Yan, thank you. I am truly happy here. Thank you for accompanying me through this life, a life that belongs only to me..."
Huo Zhi's words seemed to awaken the most important information in Xiao Yan's mind. Xiao Yan suddenly remembered that he and Huo Zhi were not like that.
As Xiao Yan came to his senses, the scene before him slowly unfolded like an ink painting. Xiao Yan realized that all the images were constantly dissipating before his eyes; people, events, objects, and scenery all quickly disappeared.
Xiao Yan struggled to open his eyes, but what came into view was not the town where he and Huo Zhi had last lived, but rather the ancient Bodhi tree where he saw a verdant wall.
Xiao Yan felt utterly bewildered, as if he had truly been having a very long and incredibly vivid dream.
After a long time, Xiao Yan finally realized what everything in front of him was. However, in his eyes, there was still the vicissitudes and tranquility after experiencing hundreds of lifetimes and seeing both prosperity and ordinariness.
Xiao Yan sat quietly on the futon, not saying a word for a long time. All that he had experienced was not an illusion, but truly felt as if he had lived through a hundred lifetimes. His heart was not stirred at all, only a silent indifference remained.
A full hour passed before Xiao Yan silently reached out and examined his hand. The memories of his hundred lifetimes gradually faded and receded from his mind, and the sense of vicissitude in Xiao Yan's eyes finally subsided.
Xiao Yan turned his head and looked around, and then he truly remembered that he had come to the Bodhi Tree to seek opportunities.
After Xiao Yan got up, he found that Hun Feng, like himself, had opened his eyes and woken up, but was still savoring the experience. The two of them had similar reactions, both unable to accept the situation in the short term.
Xiao Yan looked at Huo Zhi, and finally, emotions arose in his heart—an extremely complex feeling.
The past events are now vivid in my mind.
For Xiao Yan, the life he shared with Huo Zhi was the last of his hundred lifetimes. Just moments ago, Huo Zhi was still his wife, with whom he had experienced and journeyed together for so long.