Cultivating In Secret Beside A Demoness Chapter 1218: Demoness: How Talented Are You? (1)

Chapter 1218: Demoness: How Talented Are You? (1)

Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation

After he was gone, Jiang Hao was silent for a long time.

He could not figure out how the other party had found him.

However, it was no longer important. The deal had already been made.

He just needed to wait for the follow-up.

He still did not know if the inheritance the person had mentioned was enticing enough to make the Dragon Clan find him.

Jiang Hao sighed and set the thoughts aside.

The return of the Dragon Clan would have to wait for the Great Era War to arrive.

There was still a long time to go, so there was no need to worry about it for the time being.

He just needed to continue walking his own path.

“I hope I won’t be disturbed again,” Jiang Hao muttered to himself.

The next day, Jiang Hao walked outside the city gate and found that the sky was covered with dark clouds.

“The weather isn’t good today.” He sighed.

“It’s going to rain,” Hong Yuye said.

As expected, the next moment, a thunderstorm broke out.

Large raindrops poured down.

Jiang Hao could only drive his carriage away.

After a while, he crossed a mountain.

It was surprisingly sunny here.

Jiang Hao looked up at the scorching sunlight.

He fell into deep thought.

It turned out that the weather was the same as the people. Ice and fire were separated just by a mountain.

Faced with such a situation, Jiang Hao did not have the heart to hurry. He just looked up at the sky.

He did not quite understand. His previous doubts confused him even more.

People with the same background, the same knowledge, and the same effort would achieve vastly different results if they made different choices.

That did not just apply to humans. All beings were subject to the same fate.

It was the same for the sky above his head. The sky would be completely different in a different place.

Jiang Hao got out of the carriage and stood on the ground.

He walked straight ahead. When he encountered a fork, he stopped and thought about the two paths ahead.

If the path he chose now was different, would the future be the same?

Jiang Hao could not find an answer to that question. Looking back, every choice he made had brought his different changes.

When he was hara.s.sed, he had to keep a low profile to avoid being targeted. But if he had not taken care of them discreetly, his future would have been affected.

Was there someone in the world who had gone through the same thing but had made a different choice?

Would their achievements be greater or lower than his?

Were they still alive?

With all sorts of thoughts running through his mind, Jiang Hao looked up at the sky in confusion.

In an instant, a chaotic aura appeared on his body. The immortal destiny left behind by Shang An began to manifest and slowly cover him.

It seemed to be trying its best to provide him with answers.

Jiang Hao felt as if he had fallen into an endless abyss. He could not see the path or the light.

The downpour was approaching from behind, but in just a few breaths, it arrived over Jiang Hao.

The torrential rain poured down.

Just as it was going to drench him completely, an oil-paper umbrella bloomed over his head and s.h.i.+elded him from the rain.

Hong Yuye held the umbrella over him and never left his side.

The rain lasted for three days and three nights. Jiang Hao did not wake from his daze, and Hong Yuye stood by him.

When the sun shone again, the umbrella was still open over his head.

Spring had ended and autumn was here.

Falling leaves covered everything, but the umbrella remained over his head.

It snowed heavily in the winter, and the mountains turned white.

Not a single flake of snow fell on Jiang Hai. The oil-paper umbrella s.h.i.+elded him.

As day and night alternated, and the seasons changed, and year after year pa.s.sed.

Three years later, which marked the ninth year of their journey, Jiang Hao turned sixty-three years old.

Around April, a gentle breeze blew, and the surrounding gra.s.s and trees teemed with life again.

No one had taken this road for a long time. The weeds were knee-high.

The oil-paper umbrella still hung over Jiang Hao, and Hong Yuye still stood by his side.

Jiang Hao was walking in the endless darkness.

He felt that if he found a way out, he would get his answer too.

He did not know how long he had walked, but he had made no progress. It was as if he was walking in the same place.

Was he going in the wrong direction?

Jiang Hao stopped in his tracks. He suddenly felt that there was no answer to things sometimes.

He paused for a while.

Gradually, little stars appeared around him, and light started to surge. It was faintly visible.

They appeared and disappeared at a whim.

Jiang Hao opened his eyes, and the starlight dissipated.

When he closed his eyes again, the starlight reappeared. They were like fleeting answers. When he tried to find them, they disappeared. But when he let go of it, they appeared beside him.

‘Mystery within mystery… the gate of myriad wonders.’

Jiang Hao reached out his hand. He finally understood what was going on.

At that moment, starlight swirled and gathered in his hand.

Then, he gently flung them up. In an instant, the starlight transformed into a huge door.

Jiang Hao closed his eyes and walked in.

He felt that there was endless starlight surrounding him.

The next moment, he slowly opened his eyes.

What he saw next was not a place of darkness but a road overgrown with weeds.

He slowly opened his mouth. “We can observe the wonders of it only without any desires. When we desire, we only see manifestations that cannot be reached.”

When he entered the state of emptiness, he could see the mysteries of the Great Dao.

When he stood on the earth, he had to search for clues to the Dao from the changes between heaven and earth and the experiences of all things.

Through that, he could enter the state of the ethereal and probe the mysteries of the Dao.

This was the Door of Wonders.

He had entered it and had not been able to leave.

At that moment, Jiang Hao lowered his head and looked at the dark path that had disappeared. He sighed. “The path has disappeared again. This path is really difficult.”

He had understood some things, but he could not find a path.

“After three years, the path disappeared?” Hong Yuye asked.

Jiang Hao turned around.

He saw that she was slowly closing the umbrella.

He looked at Hong Yuye’s feet. The surrounding area was overgrown with weeds. Only the place where she stepped remained clear.

He looked at the umbrella that had withstood the wind, sun, and frost all these years. It was a good umbrella.

“I’m sorry to disappoint you, Senior. Let’s continue forward.”