Chapter 1492: Immortal Lovers

Time flies, and years have passed in the blink of an eye.

Under Miss Bai's guidance, Yi Feng's cultivation advanced by leaps and bounds. Each breakthrough brought Miss Bai continuous surprises, and Yi Feng gradually transformed from a confused and bewildered "A-Dai" into a young cultivator with a dignified demeanor.

As Yi Feng's cultivation continued to rise, Miss Bai held him in higher regard. The gap between their cultivation levels narrowed, and their relationship slowly warmed.

After five years of living together day and night, Miss Bai had come to appreciate Yi Feng's upright character and was pleasantly surprised by his prodigious talent. Every day, seeing Yi Feng grow stronger, she felt a quiet joy, as if his breakthroughs were her own.

With Yi Feng's latest breakthrough, he stepped into the Infant Origin Realm.

His cultivation had surpassed Miss Bai's.

He had reached a state of complete transformation, his demeanor far surpassing what it had been before, as if he had been reborn. When he opened his star-like eyes, there was a newfound steadiness in his gaze.

Seeing him like this, Miss Bai revealed a gentle, warm smile and finally spoke words of praise.

"Your cultivation has now surpassed mine. Even among the nations, you are more than capable of protecting yourself. You can be considered a top-tier expert on this continent."

"Congratulations, A-Dai."

As the beautiful woman approached with a smile, Yi Feng's eyes also softened with affection.

His gaze grew firmer and clearer. He slowly rose to his feet and walked toward Miss Bai. While expressing his gratitude, he casually mentioned the name he had just remembered.

"Thank you for everything over these years."

"My name is Yi Feng. Actually..."

Before he could finish, Miss Bai gently raised her hand to stop him. Though a hint of surprise flashed in her eyes, the calm expression on her stunning face remained largely unchanged.

"Between us, there's no need for formalities."

"Congratulations on finally remembering your name, but in my eyes, you will always be A-Dai. The past is not important."

Hearing this, Yi Feng also smiled with relief.

Indeed, as Miss Bai had said, the past was not important. Whether it was glory or shame, it could not change who he was. What mattered was that his heart remained unchanged, and he would always cherish this rare bond.

In the vast sea of people, to have met and understood each other was already a great fortune.

If there was anything worth lingering for in the world beyond, it was the few brothers who were also his confidants. Aside from them, Yi Feng had no desire to set foot in the martial world again.

When the day came for him to reunite with his brothers, to drink and laugh together, he would bid farewell to the world and retreat to the mountains, leaving no regrets in this life.

Seeing Yi Feng's relieved smile, Miss Bai knew that many words were unnecessary. After years of living together day and night, they had long been in sync.

As the sun set in the west, the two lightly tapped their toes, their white figures darting through the forest and clouds, accompanied by birds returning to their courtyard. Soon, wisps of cooking smoke rose. Even with simple meals, they found joy in their humble life.

The secluded mountain village was as beautiful as a painting, and the immortal lovers paid no heed to the martial world.

This tranquil landscape was like a paradise, offering them peaceful and serene times. Yet, outside, bloodshed was rampant, the martial world was in chaos, and the imperial court was crumbling!

Two great empires were locked in endless conflict, and the turmoil had spread to nearby nations. Murders and conspiracies were commonplace, and even the royal families of various countries were in turmoil.

It seemed that a great war was about to erupt.

The small mountain village lay between the two empires, nestled in a barren valley. Though the secular world was impoverished and overlooked, it had become a refuge for those fleeing persecution.

One day at noon, after finishing their teaching at the school, Yi Feng and Miss Bai parted ways at the school gate.

Their lives had long settled into a routine. Miss Bai returned to the small courtyard to cook, while Yi Feng was responsible for finding some wild game to add flavor to their simple lunch, a small pleasure in their daily lives.

As he flew through the clouds, Yi Feng suddenly sensed a fierce battle taking place in a valley dozens of miles outside the village.

Extending his spiritual sense, he saw a young man surrounded by dozens of attackers!

Having stayed away from the martial world for so long, Yi Feng had grown weary of the endless feuds and killings. But seeing the young man surrounded and outnumbered, he couldn't help but recall his own past.

The young man was at his limit, and his pursuers were relentless.

The scene was eerily similar to when Yi Feng had been cornered at the Soul-Severing Cliff.

Finally, he couldn't resist his compassion and descended into the valley to lend a hand.

Though he carried no weapon, his terrifying cultivation aura radiated from him. Dressed in white, his presence was extraordinary as he stood between the assassins and the young man, bringing the situation to a standstill.

With just a few finger movements, profound sword intent filled the valley, splitting mountains and shattering rocks—a sight both awe-inspiring and terrifying!

In mere moments, Yi Feng had turned the tide, slaughtering the brutal attackers!

Such power left the severely wounded young man in awe.

As Yi Feng prepared to leave, having saved a life without seeking any reward, the young man, realizing the situation, clasped his fists in deep respect.

"Senior!"

"Thank you for your great kindness, Senior! Please, leave your name. I will surely repay you in the future!"

Hearing the voice behind him, Yi Feng did not pause.

Gratitude or repayment—these things meant nothing to him. He only wished to enjoy the present tranquility with the person who mattered most. Aside from his few brothers, he had no desire to entangle himself with anyone else.

Fame and fortune were like passing clouds; wealth and glory were but dust.

He had long seen through the vanities of the world. Nothing was as precious as genuine bonds.

This encounter had been a mere coincidence.

A single meeting was the best outcome.

With this in mind, Yi Feng accelerated his flight, disappearing into the clouds. Along the way, he found some wild game and returned to the mountain village courtyard.

Though his figure had long vanished into the clouds, the young man, still looking up, was filled with even greater reverence. His eyes sparkled with excitement, and he murmured with trembling lips.

"Such cultivation and demeanor—truly a hidden master!"

"If we could gain the help of such a master, it would be a blessing for all living beings..."