Life Simulator: Make the Female Demon Regret Her Life

Though it is a matter of life and death, her tone is terrifyingly calm.

Her face still bears a trace of a forced smile.

[You stuff a small porcelain bottle into her hand and tell her: ”You don’t have to die.”]

[The girl is full of astonishment. Holding the small porcelain bottle in her hands, her shoulders suddenly heave, and tears stream down her face: ”Young Master, you really are...”]

[Without waiting for her to finish speaking, you kick open the tavern door.]

[The waiter is full of panic: ”Young Master, what happened?”]

[Without a word, you throw him a small porcelain bottle, leave behind the phrase ”Take one pill a day, and you will recover in three days,” and turn to leave.]

[You seem to be harboring resentment, walking with heavy steps as you hurry back to the inn.]

[Little do you know, the old man in the coir raincoat has already witnessed everything you did from a hundred meters away. With a smile on his lips, he mutters: ”Sigh, still young after all...”]

...

The Inn.

”Old man, this is the decoction I brewed, drink it slowly...”

Su Fan holds a bowl of black medicinal soup, feeds it to the old man, and then helps him lie down.

After the old man finishes the medicine, he rubs his chest and says with a smile: ”I feel much better. Young Master, you really are a good person. By the way, I have yet to ask for your name.”

”Su Fan.”

”Oh, Young Master Su, you really are a good person.”

After drinking the medicine, the old man squints his eyes and drifts off to sleep.

The next day, he improves a little.

On the third day, he can already get out of bed and walk.

On the fifth day, the old man sits in a chair, chatting with Su Fan, when he suddenly says something strange to Su Fan.

”Young Master Su, I am old and can no longer walk the path. I wonder, what Dao do you intend to walk?”

This sentence makes Su Fan pause, as if something pricked his consciousness.

That spell-like phrase seems to whisper incessantly in his mind: ”What is the Dao? What is the Dao? What exactly is the Dao?...”

”Old man, do you think... what Dao should I walk?”

Subconsciously, Su Fan asks.

After all, he feels that the old man seems to know quite a lot; perhaps he can give him some inspiration, help him find the answer, and lift the spell-like whisper in his mind.

The old man smiles slightly and slowly says:

”In this world, there are thousands of Daos. Some pursue the path of goodness, some pursue the Evil Path, some pursue the Dao of the sword, some painstakingly study heterodox paths, and others take refining medicine or alchemy as their Dao. As the saying goes, ’A flower is a world, a grain of sand is a heaven.’ From things as vast as mountains, rivers, and seas, to things as small as ants and fine sand, all can become the Supreme Dao.”

As he speaks, he slightly curves the corners of his mouth, revealing a smile:

”The Dao of the strong lies in selflessness, in transcending oneself. Only by being selfless, transcending oneself, seeking the Dao with a single mind, and proving the Dao with a single mind, can one achieve the Dao. I often hear a saying: ’Without madness, one cannot live.’ Cultivating the Dao is the same. I feel this should also be the principle: if you do not discard your original heart and self, how can you attain a sliver of the Dao and become a Supreme powerhouse?”

As the old man speaks, he is completely unaware that he has revealed his identity as a cultivator; perhaps he no longer cares.

Su Fan had long suspected that the old man before him was a high-level cultivator, but seeing that he had no malicious intent toward him, he had treated him with kindness all along.

At this moment, hearing the old man’s grand theories about the ’Dao’, it sounds reasonable at first.

But after careful consideration, he shakes his head and smiles:

”Old man, your understanding of the ’Dao’ might be a bit biased.”

”Oh?”

Old Ancestor Bing’s eyes flash, he gazes at Su Fan, and says: ”Young Master Su, what is your profound insight?”