Chapter 1: The Infant She Raised

“Wah, wah, wah…”

“Stop crying, stop crying! There’s none! Not a single drop!”

That was the truth. Trying to squeeze anything out of a young girl about 153 cm tall, unmarried and childless, whether she was even an adult was unclear, was genuinely difficult.

Looking at the pitifully crying infant, the girl was at a loss.

She really couldn’t produce any milk. She had tried physically; it wasn’t a lie to fool the baby.

So she went outside, pulled up some green grass, and placed it near the baby’s mouth.

“Strange, why won’t he eat? Isn’t he hungry?”

She looked puzzled. “Maybe he can’t swallow it? That makes sense.”

Then the girl waved her fingers a few times. The grass floated into the air, was crushed by something invisible, and squeezed out green juice.

After collecting half a bowl, she brought it to the baby and poured it into his mouth.

Gulp, gulp… The baby rolled his eyes, coughed, spat out the green juice, and cried even harder.

“Strange, why won’t he drink it?” The girl rested her chin on her hand, lost in thought.

Soon she had a new idea. “Maybe humans eat meat, not grass?”

She flew out of the house and quickly returned, holding a bloody animal leg that looked freshly cut off.

She shoved the animal leg into the baby’s mouth, but he still refused to eat and cried even louder and more miserably.

So difficult. Won’t eat this, won’t eat that. How are humans so complicated?

While gently stroking the baby’s ear, she continued thinking of a solution.

She decided to consult other humans.

She flew out again and returned after a while with a bowl of warm rice porridge.

First, she lifted the baby by his legs, turned him upside down, and shook him a few times to shake out the remaining green juice and animal blood from his mouth. Then she poured the rice porridge into his mouth.

The baby coughed but drank the porridge.

After about the time it takes to drink a cup of tea, the baby finally stopped crying.

There was a little hiccup in her first attempt to feed a human infant, but at least she didn’t kill it. That counted as a success.

In the blink of an eye, three years passed.

The human infant had barely survived to the age of three.

A three-year-old child, just to eat his fill, learned to identify what was edible and what was not in the forest. He was forced to.

He also knew to divide the wild vegetables he found into two portions: one for himself, one for his big sister.

His sister had told him many times that she didn’t need to eat, but at only three, he couldn’t understand what that meant. Every time, he still left a portion of the not-so-tasty wild vegetables for her.

His sister always gently stroked his ear.

In the blink of an eye, he was five.

Humans grew fast. The girl had to frequently get him daily necessities, like clothes. For her, only a few days seemed to pass before the little boy’s old clothes no longer fitted him.

A five-year-old already understood many things. He began to wonder why it got dark, why it rained, why people needed to sleep.

So the girl explained to him.

“Because the place where everyone lived is a round sphere that rotates. A huge candle flame illuminates half of the sphere, so there is daylight.”

Of course, the little boy didn’t understand. He asked again, “What is round? What is a sphere? What is rotation? What is a candle flame?”

The girl let him rest his head on her knee and gently explained.

Of course, the little boy still didn’t understand.

She taught him to read and made him study those obscure, difficult books.

Gradually, the little boy turned seven.

He began to wonder about more things. Why hadn’t his sister changed at all? Why didn’t she grow up? Why was she getting shorter?

The girl answered that it wasn’t that she was getting shorter, but that he was getting taller.

“Why don’t you grow up?”

The girl replied that it was because she wasn’t human. She had an extraordinarily long lifespan and would never grow any further.

When she said this, she seemed a bit down and coughed lightly.

The little boy, however, was very happy and didn’t notice her condition. “Sister, will I one day be bigger than you?”

The girl nodded and touched his ear again.

The little boy, having learned some words from who knows what book, asked, “When I grow up, will you marry me, sister?”

The girl smiled and agreed.

After a while, the boy turned ten.

The more books he read, the more curious he became about the outside world.

Rumor had it that outside there was a vast river so wide you couldn’t see the other side, and the water was salty.

There were also all kinds of people.

The girl also began telling him about the humanities and geography of the outside world. It was obvious she wasn’t particularly good at the humanities, her explanations were soporific.

But she had good insights on geography and described it vividly.

The boy was also curious. Why could she fly? Why could she control objects out of thin air? Why could she use methods like the immortals in books?

For the second time, the girl told him about the mystical arts, about the demons and ghosts of this world, about humans, ghosts, immortals, and spirits, about magical techniques.

From that moment on, the boy developed a strong interest in the outside world.

When the boy expressed his desire to learn magical techniques, the girl coughed again, more violently than in previous years.

Time flew by, and the boy turned thirteen, now a young teenager.

He was even a little taller than the girl.

Because he grew so fast, the girl frequently went out to get him daily supplies.

This time, she left for a very long period, much longer than ever before.

Many days later, the girl returned, dragging her tired body. There were golden yellow bloodstains on her.

After returning, she urgently took the young teen away from the place they had lived for over ten years.

Using a teleportation array she had prepared in advance, they teleported a long distance.

In an instant, they went from a warm, livable place to a freezing, uninhabitable snowy wasteland. Besides marveling at the wonder of magic, the young teen also felt worried about the life ahead.

In the following days, the girl destroyed all traces of the teleportation array and found a remote place to settle down.

Using magic, they could easily build a house.

The girl was injured. It wasn’t visible on the outside, but her complexion was poor, and she coughed more intensely than usual.

The young teen mustered the courage to ask what had happened to her, but she didn’t explain and chose to remain silent.

Another year passed, and the young teen turned fourteen.

He was now a head taller than the girl.

When talking to him, the girl sometimes had to look up.

Over that year, the young teen gradually got used to life in the snow and ice. The temperature here was below zero all year round, and thick snow lay everywhere.

He had lost some of his childishness and gained more determination.

In this era, fourteen was already the age to start a family and career. The young teen began to take charge of some household affairs and took the initiative to work.

He started studying the mystical arts even harder. Unfortunately, the girl had already given him a half death sentence years ago: he had no talent in the mystical arts.

Even though he spent every waking moment in arduous training, over the course of a year, his ability in the mystical arts barely improved.

That year, he turned fifteen.

“Ning Su, I’m going out,” the young man said, bidding farewell to the girl inside the house, and began his daily training.

He jogged slowly along the cleared path, constantly swinging his fists.

Soon, he was sweating, which took away a lot of body heat, making him even colder.

He gritted his teeth and continued his arduous training.

When he reached the mountainside, he chopped a hole in the ice of a small lake, took off his clothes, and jumped in to soak for a while. Only when he couldn’t bear the cold did he get out, put on his clothes, and run down the mountain shivering.

By the time he returned to the warm wooden house, he was half dead.

Humans were so fragile.

This was what the girl called body refining, but it wasn’t orthodox body refining.

No one taught the young man; it was a completely self-created body refining method, groping in the dark.

He wasn’t suited for it either. His physique wasn’t even strong among humans. Using unorthodox methods to refine the body not only failed to make him stronger but instead made him ill for a long time afterward.

The girl asked why he was so eager to become stronger.

He replied that he wanted to become someone worthy of her and to protect her.

So he hadn’t forgotten what he said when he was young.

This time, the girl only lowered her head and coughed without answering.

From then on, the young man always carried a wood-chopping axe with him. Whether during light body refining or sitting in meditation to channel qi, even when sleeping, he kept it by his side.

He gradually made a breakthrough. Even without talent or aptitude, the precious resources the girl provided forcefully dragged him through the gate of immortal cultivation.

He could now condense what was called ‘mana,’ but it was very weak, not even enough to light a lamp.

His daily task was to repeatedly dissipate his mana and then absorb it again, practicing mana control through this endless cycle.

Another long stretch of time passed, and the young man turned seventeen.

When the girl spoke to him, she always had to look up. Their heights were clearly far apart.

Over a decade had passed, but the girl had not changed at all. Apart from her hair growing, not a single trace of time had touched her body. She forever maintained the same appearance as when they first met.

She didn’t need to eat, nor did she necessarily need to sleep.

Now she seemed more like the young man’s younger sister.

“Ning Su?” The young man waved his hand in front of her face, drawing her attention back.

“Hmm?” The girl snapped back to reality.

He repeated himself: “I just said, this time, let me go to the county town.”

The girl refused again. She felt the outside was too dangerous for him to handle. Neither the natural environment, nor the interpersonal relationships, nor the even more dangerous entities were things he could deal with.

The young man didn’t back down and argued with her for the first time.

He argued that while the outside was dangerous, she couldn’t handle all its dangers either.

She thought she could handle most dangers.

They couldn’t reach an agreement. Finally, the girl conceded a step: she gave him a test. If he could walk out of the snowy mountain and the snowy forest at its foot alone, she would allow him to go to the county town to buy supplies.

The young man set off fully equipped, leaving footprints in the snow as he slowly moved outward.

The girl flew high above, watching. When the young man collapsed in the snowy forest and lost consciousness, she brought him back to the wooden house.

After waking up, the young man remained silent.

He was human, too weak to even overcome the bitter cold, unable to leave the snowy forest.

The argument was essentially over. The girl left the wooden house to go out and purchase supplies.

This time, she was gone for a long while, longer than usual, but she eventually returned safely.

She brought back many things.

The young man happily picked up the new items to look at. There were human books and some strange new human tools.

He noticed there were a few wrapped packages among the supplies. Just as he was about to open them, the girl suddenly stopped him.

“Those can’t be seen yet,” the girl said with a mysterious smile, hiding them away.

She picked up a few sets of new clothes and placed them in front of the young man, asking him to try them on to see if they fit.

He tried on the new clothes. As usual, they fit perfectly, and he had no complaints.

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