Wu Duxiu slowly opened her eyes.
"Another new day," she murmured in her heart.
An Eighth Transformation Immortal Gu flew about within this small room.
The food path Immortal Gu, Medicinal Fragrance!
It was a healing Immortal Gu, which filled the entire hut with a rich medicinal aroma. However, the scent of decay on Wu Duxiu's body was also very strong; the medicinal fragrance couldn't mask it at all.
The two smells mingled together, and even Gu Immortals would find it somewhat hard to bear.
Each day that passed was one day less.
Wu Duxiu knew her great limit was not far away.
At this moment, she lay on her bed, looking at the scene within the small hut, yet her heart was filled with peace.
Once upon a time, when she was still a Sixth Transformation Gu Immortal, she had fallen for a demonic path Gu Cultivator and suffered severe punishment from her clan.
She was imprisoned in this very hut, confined for fifty years.
She never imagined that this would actually lead to her immortal fortune.
As it turned out, this hut contained a powerful inheritance from a Wu family ancestor. Wu Duxiu obtained it, secretly cultivated, and her strength grew by leaps and bounds, rising rapidly day by day.
She had even used the blessed land hidden here to secretly meet her lover multiple times. The Gu Immortals of the Wu family never guessed that, right under their noses, Wu Duxiu was openly defying the Wu family's rules.
During those years, Wu Duxiu was content in her own world, immersed in unparalleled happiness.
She was then a young and beautiful, foolish girl, unaware of the treachery of the human heart, unable to see that the lover she adored was actually plotting something else.
Time flowed on.
Several thousand years later, Wu Duxiu had returned here once more.
She was now at the end of her life, her great limit approaching, her remaining time measured in days.
The old woman exuded weariness and exhaustion from every pore. Her cloudy gaze seemed to leap across a thousand years, recalling the past—the laughter and joy within this hut during her vibrant youth, every detail surfacing in her heart.
In these memories, it always seemed to be bright springtime.
The window of the hut was open, and a gentle breeze, carrying the fragrance of flowers and the scent of green grass, playfully drifted inside.
A young girl, beautiful as a flower, youthful and radiant, her eyes clear as water and utterly captivating, was singing within the hut. She cleaned, did many ordinary household chores, yet was exceedingly joyful and lighthearted.
Back then, happiness had come so easily. But as the years gradually passed, such simple happiness had drifted away from her.
As for that lover, Wu Duxiu's very first love, she had forgotten him.
The impression had blurred.
The harm he once caused her, the unbearable pain that once kept her tossing and turning, the hatred that had tormented her body and mind until she was exhausted—all had already scattered with the wind.
Creak.
With a soft sound, the wooden door of the hut was slowly pushed open.
Wu Duxiu painfully turned her head. Through a hanging curtain of hemp gauze, she saw a familiar figure.
She was not surprised; this was as she had intended.
She was the Supreme Grand Elder of the Wu family, the supreme figure who had held power for thousands of years. Without her permission, who would dare set foot here?
"You've come," Wu Duxiu said with difficulty. Her voice was incredibly weak.
But the visitor was extremely respectful, kneeling on the ground and bowing deeply: "Your child greets Mother."
This man appeared middle-aged, with ordinary features. He was physically robust, with long, narrow eyebrows that added a touch of gloomy temperament to his whole being.
Wu Duxiu spoke: "I called you here to tell you something. You have a half-brother, born of the same mother but a different father. I gave birth to him in the Eastern Sea. I will leave everything of the Wu family to you. But my own personal inheritance, I will leave for him. Do you understand?"
The middle-aged man quickly kowtowed, his forehead touching the floor: "Your child understands."
"Leave now," Wu Duxiu fell silent for a moment before continuing.
"Then your child takes his leave!" The middle-aged Gu Immortal was cautious. He slowly stood up, bowed his body and retreated a few steps before turning around, walking out of the hut, and gently closing the door behind him.
He didn't even dare to breathe loudly, his face a mask of respect that never wavered, until he had journeyed all the way back, crossed several mountain ranges, and returned to his own Gu Immortal dwelling. Only then did his expression change.
"That old woman is confused!"
"Before she dies, she actually wants to summon back her illegitimate son!"
"That bastard brat—wouldn't it have been fine for him to just stay quietly in the Eastern Sea? Why does he have to come back and fight me for the family inheritance?"
The middle-aged Gu Immortal was furious.