Chapter 2062: Ling Tian Immortal Rain

In the warm atmosphere of the house, Ye Chen chose not to disturb them. In silence, he left the Yang family mansion. He wanted to see his future daughter-in-law but wasn't in a hurry for the next day or two.

As he stepped onto the main street, the scene before him was one of utter devastation. Everywhere, there were cries of pain, all caused by the birth of a lone star of calamity, which had brought disaster upon Zhu Xian Town, as if it had been ravaged by war. Fortunately, while many were injured, no one had died.

Ye Chen didn't idle about. He went from place to place, helping the wounded and escorting them back home, using his inner force to heal their injuries. For impoverished families, he even left behind some money.

After all, this so-called heavenly disaster was caused by his future daughter-in-law, so as her future father-in-law, he felt obligated to make amends for the little one's mistakes.

"My goodness, what on earth happened here?"

Ye Chen was tending to the injured when Yang Xuan and the others arrived. They looked around in confusion, unsure of what had occurred. After returning from their travels, the sorry state of Zhu Xian Town shocked them deeply—it was hard to believe it hadn't been through a battle. And outside the town, the land was barren, with no flowers, trees, or flowing streams in sight, and the ground was cracked as if from a severe drought. It certainly hadn't been like this when they left.

"Don't just stand there—help save people."

The three didn't waste any more words. They rolled up their sleeves at once, lifting the fallen wounded, administering medicine where needed, and channeling inner force to aid them. Every life saved counted.

"Old man, what's really going on here?"

Shangguan Jiu was carrying a frail elderly person back home when he asked, his voice full of bewilderment.

"It's a heavenly disaster!"

The elder sighed.

"This answer is spot on."

Shangguan Jiu coughed dryly and quickened his steps, delivering the person home before heading back to the street.

The four of them were extremely busy, as there were so many injured, and quite a few were trapped under collapsed beams. Though they hadn't died, they had been left crippled.

"This damned heavenly disaster is ruthless!"

Yang Xuan couldn't help but curse.

Ye Chen overheard and slapped him across the face. What are you cursing about?

Yang Xuan was stunned, completely baffled as to why Ye Chen had hit him. Wasn't a little cursing allowed?

"What's that?"

While the two were messing around, Shangguan Jiu exclaimed in surprise.

Hearing this, Yang Xuan and Ling Feng both looked up.

There, they saw a shower of radiant rain falling from the sky. With night already fallen, the light rain stood out vividly, dazzling and beautiful. The three of them stared, their expressions turning somewhat trance-like.

It wasn't just them—the people of Zhu Xian Town were also gazing upward, mouths agape in wonder. First, there had been a heavenly disaster during the day, and now, radiant rain at night. What could it mean?

Ye Chen glanced at it briefly before looking away. He knew exactly what it was and who had sent it. It was the divine ability of a cultivator—something ordinary people couldn't achieve. Besides a demon, who else would do such a thing?

By the time he finished speaking, the rain had already descended, enveloping Zhu Xian Town. Each drop carried a strange divine power. Wherever it touched the injured, their wounds healed instantly. The townspeople stared in astonishment, and Yang Xuan and the others were equally stunned. They witnessed it with their own eyes—for instance, the person trapped under the beam had their broken bones and legs mended in an instant.

The three were dazed for a second, then rubbed their eyes to check again. It wasn't an illusion.

"This radiant rain is incredible."

Yang Xuan licked his lips and reached out to catch some, hoping it might bring him some fortuitous opportunity. But awkwardly, the rain passed right through his hand and dissipated into the air. Only the injured could truly touch it.

Ever the type, Yang Xuan immediately drew his dagger and slashed his own arm, drawing fresh blood.

Sure enough, as a wounded person now, a drop of rain fell on him, merging into his body and healing the wound in an instant. He was so shocked he was speechless. This was even better than any golden wound medicine!

"You're quite the character."

Shangguan Jiu and Ling Feng both sighed, half-admiring, half-amused. For some reason, they both felt like giving him a stab, then another sword thrust for good measure. After all, the rain would save him—just leave him breathing.

"This is the power of cultivators."

Ye Chen said with a smile.

At his words, the three turned to look at him, then collectively gazed up at the vast sky, but they couldn't see anyone—just the endless radiant rain falling, saving the world.

It was miraculous, truly miraculous.

In that moment, the three gained a deeper understanding of the cultivation world, just as Ye Chen had said: its inhabitants possessed vast divine abilities, far beyond what ordinary people like them could achieve.

"Alright, all my injuries are healed."

Thanks to the demon's radiant rain, the people of Zhu Xian Town were all cured. Cheers of joy echoed from every household as many stepped out of their doors to gaze into the distance, then knelt on the ground, bowing in gratitude to the heavens. They had been given a disaster, but also a blessing.

"Thank you, heavens, for keeping my wife and child safe."

Yang Ge Lao was among those kneeling, tears of gratitude streaming down his face, attributing his daughter Xia Lan's safe delivery to the heavens' grace.

Ye Chen looked up at the sky with a smile, as if he could see through the haze to the demon herself.

This great primordial deity had finally done something worthwhile. Deep down, she still pitied the common people. In her demonic form, she had become like a female bodhisattva, with every drop of rain bringing fortune to the living.

"Is that what a true immortal looks like?"

Thirty li east of the town, Yin Yue Huang Fei stood on a mountain peak, staring blankly at the night sky, as if she could also see the demon. She was the picture of unparalleled elegance, like an immortal mother from the nine heavens, pure and flawless.

The Lingtian Xianyu rain fell not only on Zhu Xian Town but also outside it. The dried-up streams began to flow again, the cracked earth returned to normal, and the withered flowers and trees sprouted new roots.

The world was alive with vitality once more.

Yin Yue Huang Fei watched it all, deeply moved by the cultivators' abilities.

The rain stopped at some point, but the common people remained kneeling, reluctant to rise, their hearts filled with prayers for the heavens to protect them and ensure a life of peace.

"This trip was worth it."

On the main street, Yang Xuan and the others chuckled, eager to start cultivating. They couldn't wait to tread the void and explore the realms beyond.

"The time has come."

Ye Chen murmured softly, calculating with his fingers.

Though his voice was quiet, the three heard it and were taken aback.

Ye Chen said nothing more. At the street corner ahead, he turned and entered a narrow alley. The three, puzzled, followed.

It was a serene little garden, where Ye Chen pushed open the gate.

The garden was small, with just two or three bamboo huts, a stone table, and an old tree.

Under the tree sat an elderly man, hands tucked in his sleeves, head bowed, his disheveled white hair covering his face and obscuring his features. He was Yinshan Laodao, his life force nearly spent.

Yang Xuan and the others froze, recognizing him. They were surprised to find Yinshan Laodao in Zhu Xian Town, and that he was about to pass away.

"Any last wishes?"

Ye Chen stepped forward, his tone calm.

Yinshan Laodao lifted his head, his murky eyes devoid of light. He didn't speak, only gave Ye Chen a gentle, kind smile, then slowly turned his gaze to Yang Xuan nearby.

Yang Xuan frowned, his expression complex. A silly misunderstanding had led to bad blood between them, but now, with Yinshan about to die, none of that mattered. Everything would return to dust.

A breeze blew by, and Yinshan Laodao lowered his head, departing from the world under the moonlight.

Ah!

Ye Chen sighed lightly, hoisted Yinshan's body, and headed out.

Before long, in a quiet forest west of the town, they built a small grave. There was no tombstone, and no one would know who lay there. On Qingming Festival, it would likely remain unvisited, a lonely mound enduring silently until the end of time.

Ling Feng and the others were there too, asking no questions. Each took out a flask of wine and poured it over the grave.

In terms of seniority, Yinshan was a respected elder of the martial world, his reputation rivaling that of the Sword Saint, yet he had chosen such a humble burial.

Ye Chen remained composed, his eyes calm as water.

Yang Xuan and the others, however, fell silent, their hearts heavy with sorrow. A great figure of the martial world had passed like this, without grand ceremonies or magnificent tombs—just a simple grave to mark his life.

Such was the fate of mortals: a fleeting moment, then a hurried century.

"Scared?"

Ye Chen took a swig of wine and spoke leisurely.

His words were directed at Yang Xuan and the others.

The three didn't reply, just shook their heads with a smile.

Yes, they were scared. As ordinary people, they hadn't transcended life and death. They feared that after their own hurried century, they might end up like Yinshan, companion to the darkness in some desolate forest, missing the world's splendor year after year as flowers bloomed and faded.

"One day, you will see it all differently."

Ye Chen smiled and turned to leave first. Mortals not seeing through life and death was perfectly normal. Perhaps only after stepping onto the immortal path, treading on blood and bones, and bearing the scars of the world would they truly understand that life and death were merely a thought away.

The three took a deep breath and followed.

This peaceful night was destined to be extraordinary.

Meanwhile, far across the starry sky in the Great Chu realm, something strange happened at Heng Yue Sect—or more precisely, with Ye Fan. He had suddenly turned into a little child.

On Jade Maiden Peak, the women stood in a circle around little Ye Fan, their expressions odd. The change had been so abrupt that no one had time to react. One moment, he was a five-foot young man; the next, he was a toddler. It happened in an instant, no hesitation.

Little Ye Fan looked up with his small head, blinking his big eyes at the women.

He appeared to be only two or three years old, chubby and adorable, full of curiosity about the world, as if he had no memories and everything was new to him.

Chu Xuan stepped forward and picked up little Ye Fan, examining him closely but finding no clue.

One thing was certain: the little one was perfectly healthy.

News of this spread quickly across Great Chu.

Well, little Ye Fan became an instant sensation. Talented people from Great Chu flocked in groups, one wave after another, all declaring they wanted to take the little guy away for a thorough study.

In response, Ye Chen's wives were always straightforward.

Most who entered standing ended up crawling out. Some were even dragged back by Heng Yue's people for another beating, emerging with nothing but their underwear on.

Of course, some reliable elders came to check, but none could figure it out.

With no other choice, the women turned to the Zhu Tian Sect for help.

The Zhu Tian Sect was very accommodating, with Donghuang Taixin coming personally. She glanced at little Ye Fan and frowned, then looked toward the distance, murmuring, "Where did this lone star of calamity come from?"