Chapter 368 - 216: Pang Youyou Wants Hu La Tang, The Millennia-Old Legacy of Immortal Grass and Destiny (Part 3)
Su Yaoyao sat behind Red Treasure, reached out, and pointed the way for Red Treasure.
"Go over there!"
Peacock flapped its wings and soared into the sky, its clear call echoing through the night.
"Coo—"
...
The bakery was silent.
The workshop had been shut down for days.
Song Xiangshuai’s parents were invited by a major client to go out of town.
At the factory gate, several security guards received a vibration on their phones, showing they had received an order.
[Group Three, retreat]
"Oh? Is there a situation?"
"Immediate retreat!"
As it turns out, unbeknownst to anyone, these security guards had been replaced by members of the Immortal Technique Committee!
Five or six of them rushed out of the guardhouse, dashed into a van, and before they were seated properly, slammed the door shut, started the engine, and pressed the gas pedal. With a loud "vroom", the van wobbled out of the bakery factory, sped onto the road, and raced away without looking back!
Experts in Shangjing had already evaluated that this incident involved a high level of Immortal Technique!
Their primary goal here was to maintain stability and protect ordinary people.
As for the supernatural resources involved, the Committee’s stance was... to seize as much as possible!
And now, with the situation erupting, these fake security guards had completed their mission and needed to run fast, escape quickly, and ideally not get caught in the crossfire!
Soon, all that remained in the air was the exhaust of the van.
The light in the guardhouse hadn’t been turned off yet, and in the darkness and heavy fog, it glowed dim yellow.
In the brightly lit room deep inside the factory, Song Xiangshuai was eating spicy soup, truly eating until he cried.
He held a fast-food box, not knowing why, the more he drank, the more he wanted to cry, with large tears rolling down.
Whoosh...
A large bowl of spicy soup, he drank it dry, revealing the bottom of the bowl.
But the bottom of this bowl was silver, with traces of spicy soup stains, like a dirty mirror.
In this mirror, Song Xiangshuai saw his tear-stained face, saw his swollen eyes.
"Why am I crying?"
Tears continued to pour out, blurring his vision, clouding the image of himself in the mirror.
He seemed to see his face becoming blurry, blurred into his father’s face.
He seemed to see his father, tall, handsome, and strong like himself, originally a hooligan, but scheming, created a scam, married the factory owner’s daughter.
He seemed to see again his grandfather, tall, handsome, and strong like himself, originally pauper, but scheming, created a scam, slept with a city family’s young lady...
In this dirty mirror, in his teary eyes, he saw his father, saw his grandfather, saw his grandfather’s father, saw his grandfather’s grandfather...
Generation after generation, these men tall, handsome, and strong like him, whether in modern skyscrapers, or in the impoverished countryside decades ago, or in the gunfire and smoke of war years... wearing suits, wearing robes, wearing uniforms, or poor to the point of having barely any clothes...
Generation after generation, these men, regardless of poverty or wealth, prosperity or downfall, could rely on their handsome appearance, strong bodies, to sleep with women enough to turn their fate around, so they could smoothly give birth to sons, could pass down their lineage generation after generation...
From ancient times to now, these generations also experienced much danger.
One of his grandfather’s grandfather’s grandfather... had been a courtier under the Empress, not eligible to have children, relying on affairs with a Female Official to bear a son!
One of his grandfather’s grandfather’s grandfather... had been in Prince Long Yang’s entourage, also relying on bloodline instincts, relying on affairs with a maid to bear a son, continue the lineage and bloodline.
His teary eyes still blurred, his sight still locked on the dirty mirror, he saw the history in the mirror constantly rewinding, saw time endlessly reversing, saw generations of his ancestors from modern to ancient, from high towers to earthen huts, to increasingly old dynasties, to increasingly primitive society...
Seeing wind and years erase unknown ruins...
Seeing humans at the dawn of civilization searching for tools in the ruins...
Seeing fire rain from the sky, Earth upheaving, palace collapsing, human world perishing...
Seeing before the human world perished, under the majestic hall, an Ancient Immortal with sleeves fluttering, fed an herb into the mouth of his original ancestor.
Seeing that Ancient Immortal also had blurry teary eyes, hearing that Ancient Immortal speak, to his ancestor was also speaking to him outside the mirror.
"Pass down the herb!
"Generation after generation, pass it down!
"Until one day, someone will come to take this herb!
"This... is your destiny!"
Song Xiangshuai wailed aloud, tears unable to stop, completely blurring his vision!
He curled up, crushing the fast-food box.
"Ah! Ah!
"Destiny?
"Destiny!"