A Will Eternal - Chapter 1

Chapter 1 – His name was Bai Xiaochun

Below Mao’er Mountain, located in the Eastforest Mountain Range, was a mountain village with simple customs; they cultivated the fields to make a living whilst being cut off from the rest of the world.

Early in the morning, all the villagers assembled in front of the village’s main gate to see off a 15 to 16-year-old youngster. Although this youngster looked both thin and weak, his clean demeanor made him appear very clever. The clothes he was wearing, albeit somewhat commonplace, were sparkling white. Upon this youngster, these clothes, coupled with his pure-looking eyes, gave him a sense of intelligence.

His name was Bai Xiaochun.

“Village elders, I want to go cultivate but I don’t want to part with you all.” His face was painted with reluctance. His original lovable appearance was even more simple and honest at that moment.

His fellow villagers all looked around at each other. Expressions displaying their reluctance to part from him momentarily appeared on their faces.

“Xiaochun, your mother and father left this world early. You are… a good child! Don’t you wish to live a long life? You can enjoy longevity if you become an immortal and live for a very, very long time. Go now. There comes a day when the eyas is grown and must fly from the nest.” An elder with white hair walked out from the crowd, and paused briefly when he said the three words “a good child.”

“You must persevere no matter what complications you run into in the outside world. Don’t come back after walking out of the village, because your road is ahead of you!” The old man’s face was benevolent as he patted the youth’s shoulder.

“A long life…” Bai Xiaochun trembled, his eyes slowly becoming more resolute. Being encouraged all around by his fellow villagers, he firmly nodded his head, looked profoundly at the surroundings and fellow villagers, then turned around and took large strides, gradually moving away from the village.

As they watched the departing figure of the youngster, all of the villagers’ emotions were stirred. The reluctance within their eyes were instantly replaced with joy. The seemingly benevolent elder from before now shuddered, tears began streaming down.

“Heavens have eyes, this weasel, he finally… finally left, who was it that told him that there were immortals in the vicinity? You have done a great merit to this village!”

“This weasel is finally willing to leave! Oh the poor chickens of my house. Just because this weasel was scared of the cries of the chickens, he used some sort of method to compel a crowd of children to eat chicken, and all the chickens within the entire village were eaten…”

“Today is a new year!” The sounds of celebration immediately resounded throughout this small village, excessively overflowing to the point where some people brought out gongs and drums and happily struck them.

Outside the village, Bai Xiaochun hadn’t walked far when he heard the celebratory sound of drums and gongs come out from the village.

Pausing in his steps, the expression on his face turned somewhat strange. Sighing, he made his way up Mao’er Mountain, accompanied by the sounds of celebration.

Although the mountain was not tall, bushes and shrubs could be seen everywhere. Even if it was early morning, his surroundings were all dark and extremely peaceful.

“I heard Er Gou say that he saw immortals flying through the sky when he was being chased by a wild boar a few days ago…” Bai Xiaochun thought as he walked down the road, his heart thumping rapidly. Suddenly, an abrupt sound similar to a wild boar was heard from the trees nearby. This sound made the tense Bai Xiaochun feel a cold chill run down his back.

“Who, who’s there!” Bai Xiaochun’s right hand quickly brought out four axes and six machetes from within his traveling bag. He still did not feel reassured, so he also took out a small black incense stick from his pouch, firmly holding onto it.

“Don’t come out, don’t come out by any means! I have axes, machetes, and the incense stick in my hand can even summon Heavenly Thunder, calling for immortals to descend! If you dare come out, then die by the clap of thunder!” Bai Xiaochun gave a trembling shout, trying to frantically escape as he carried those weapons, and hurriedly followed the mountain road as he ran. Along the sides of the road, there was the chaotic ding dong sound as the axes and machetes fell all over the ground.

Perhaps they were actually frightened by him, but no beasts ran out when the crashing sound faded away. Bai Xiaochun’s complexion paled, as he wiped away cold sweat. He had a mind to give up continuing his uphill ascension, but he thought of how the incense stick in his hand was set aside for him by his parents before they died. It was said that an ancestor once saved an immortal in dire straits, and when that immortal left, he left behind this piece of incense to repay the debt. Zeng Yan would take on a disciple of the Bai family’s bloodline, and as long as the incense stick was ignited, the immortal would arrive.

However, this piece of incense had been lit more than 10 times to this day. During all those times, not even one immortal had appeared from start to finish, making Bai Xiaochun doubt whether immortals would even come. This time he had decided to go on this journey partly because there was not much of the incense left, and partly because he had heard somebody in the village talk about sightings of immortals flying across the sky during the past few days.

Thus, he ended up here. His thoughts were along the lines of, ‘the closer he was to them, the better his chance of being noticed by the immortal.’

After hesitating for a while, Bai Xiaochun gnashed his teeth and continued on. Luckily the mountain was not very high, because he was already struggling to catch his breath by the time he reached the mountain peak. Standing there, he looked down at the distant mountain village, his expression full of regret. He looked at the tiny black stick of incense in his hand. This incense had been lit many times and there really wasn’t much of it left.

“These past three years, mother and father have been looking over me. This time I must succeed!” Bai Xiaochun took a deep breath and lit the incense. Suddenly, fierce winds came blowing from the four directions, and dark clouds covered the sky in a blink of an eye. Lightning strikes cut across the air as deafening thunder claps resounded next to Bai Xiaochun’s ear.

The sound was extremely loud, its powerful aura causing Bai Xiaochun to shake in fear. He felt that lightning could strike at any moment and kill him instantly, and this made him instinctively want to spit on the incense to put it out. However, he restrained himself.

“In three years, I’ve lit this stick of incense twelve times. This is the thirteenth time, and I must contain myself. Xiaochun, don’t be scared. I shouldn’t be smited to death…” Bai Xiaochun recalled his experiences of the past three years. Not counting this attempt, he’d lit the incense twelve times and had always been greeted with the sight of crashing thunder and flashes of lightning. The immortal never arrived, and it had frightened him so much that he’d always spat out a mouthful of spittle to extinguish the flame. It was odd – this incense looked extraordinary, but it was also extinguished as soon as it was doused with water.

While Bai Xiaochun was scared out of his wits and struggling to withstand the roaring thunder, not far from there, a blaze of rainbow light was whistling towards him.

Inside the blaze of light was a middle aged man. He wore elegant clothing, and his demeanor was like that of a living god. However, his movement was full of difficulty, and if one looked closely, they could see that there was a deep sense of fatigue behind his expression.

“I can’t wait to see what kind of person you are in the end, and why you have lit the incense during these past three years!”

Thinking of the grievances he had had to suffer in these past years, the middle aged man became even angrier. Three years ago, he sensed that someone had burnt the incense that he had congealed using his own lifeforce years before due to a fateful encounter.

It had took him until now to track it down. Originally, he had estimated that it would just be a short trip. Just as he caught the scent of the past, before he could get very far, the signal would disappear, severing the line of communication. If it was just one time, it wouldn’t have mattered, but the signal had been lit over ten times in these three years.

This had forced him to remain around this area. Each time he ran out to search, the signal would be abruptly cut. Back and forth, this went on for three entire years…

In the distance, he could make out Mao’er mountain, standing atop of which was Bai Xiaochun. He was enraged beyond words. In the blink of an eye, he reached the mountain peak. His hand swung out and directly extinguished the dying incense.

The sound of thunder disappeared in an instant. Bai Xiaochun stared blankly for a while, raised his head, took one glance, and saw that the addition of a middle-aged man by his side.

“Immortal?” Bai Xiaochun very carefully began to speak, somewhat in doubt, and stealthily picked up an axe behind his back.

“I am Li Qing Hou, are you a descendant of the Bai Family?” The middle-aged practitioner’s eyes were like lightning; he didn’t even spare a glance at the axe behind Bai Xiaochun’s back. Instead, he observed Bai Xiaochun closely. He felt that this boy’s delicate features were very similar to that of his saviour’s that year. His qualifications were also not bad, his heart seemingly pure, and he also did not look dumb.

“This younger generation is a Bai clan descendant, Bai Xiaochun.” Bai Xiaochun blinked and replied in a small voice. Even though, in his heart, he was terrified, his eyes were still bright and his back was straight.

“Let me ask you, in order to finish lighting this incense, how did it take you three whole years?” The middle-aged practitioner unenthusiastically opened his mouth and asked. In these three years, this was the question he wanted to know the answer to the most.

When Bai Xiaochun heard this question, his mind rapidly spun, and then his face assumed a melancholy expression, looking into the distance at the village at the bottom of the mountain.

“This younger generation is a person who heavily values his relationships. I could not find it in my heart to abandon those folks. Each time I lit the incense, they wouldn’t let me go. Right now they are still at the foot of the mountain, grieving because of my lack of presence.”

The middle-aged practitioner looked at him blankly. This reason was one he didn’t expect previously. The livid look in his eyes lessened a little. Merely from these words, he could see that this child’s inherent nature was not bad.

But when his eyes fell towards the village down the mountain, his soul did a sweep of the area. All he could hear was the villagers celebrating while chanting “Woo hoo, the weasel has left.” His face became ugly as he felt a headache growing. On the outside, this boy looked like a clever and simple kid, but Bai Xiaochun unexpectedly had such a belly full of sins beneath his facade.

“Speak the truth!” the middle-aged practitioner shifted his gaze to him and spoke with a thunderous voice, scaring Bai Xiaochun.

“You can’t blame me for that. Your damn incense – lightning strikes every time it is lit which nearly killed me on multiple occasions. It is already not a small feat for me to dodge it on 13 occasions.” Bai Xiaochun pitifully protested.

The middle-aged practitioner stared at Bai Xiaochun, tongue-tied.

“Since you are so scared, why did you still try to forcefully light the incense over ten times?” asked the middle-age practitioner.

“I am afraid of death, but doesn’t cultivation lead to a long life? I want a long life,” Bai Xiaochun said with an aggrieved air.

The middle-age practitioner was once again speechless, however, he felt that this obsession had some merits to it. If thrown into the faction to train for a while, it could perhaps change that attitude of his.

As he was pondering this, he picked up Bai Xiaochun with a flick of his sleeve and took off, becoming a rainbow streaking towards the horizon.

“Come with me.”

“Where to? Isn’t this a bit too high… ” Bai Xiaochun saw himself flying in the sky with the abyss below him. His face immediately turned white. He threw away his axe and clung tightly to the immortal’s legs.

The middle-age practitioner took a look at his legs and helplessly spoke.

“Spirit Creek Sect.”

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