C1 March Birthday

Linjiang City.

Outside the city, in the cemetery.

The crescent moon hung high in the night sky, its faint silver light slanting on the cold stone monument. The desolate wind was like a lonely whisper of the zither, singing the ancient nursery rhyme for the dead who had fallen asleep here.

At this moment, it was close to dusk. The scarlet light in the horizon made the entire mausoleum garden look exceptionally strange.

It was at this moment that, under the lingering light, two men and one woman, seemingly three generations old, rushed over to the mausoleum garden.

"Cough, cough …"

Among the three of them, the oldest old man suddenly let out a loud cough, and his aged face instantly flushed red.

"Grandfather, are you alright?"

"Dad, how are you?"

The man and woman beside him who were supporting the old man immediately had worried looks on their faces as they spoke out.

"I'm fine. Remember, you must be more devout later on."

The old man waved his hand and took a deep breath. Then, he continued forward and finally stopped outside of a simple and crude house in front of the cemetery.

"Who would have thought that the Three Blades of the Divine Doctor would be willing to be the guardian of this place …"

Behind the old man, the man had a strange expression on his face as he muttered to himself. When he saw the old man's solemn expression, his expression quickly became quiet as well.

"Linjiang City, Wang Donglai, requests to see Mister Lifeline."

The man respectfully stood outside the house. His attitude was very devout as he clasped his hands and bowed.

Beside him, the red-faced old man and the young woman both looked at the wooden door with anticipation.

However, there were no unusual movements in the house. It was quiet as if no one had heard about the people outside or that there was no one inside the house.

"Wang Donglai requests to meet Mr. Ming. Please meet him at the door."

Wang Donglai frowned imperceptibly. Then, he opened his mouth again and bowed.

The room was as quiet as ever. This scene made Wang Donglai's expression turn ugly. The girl behind him also had an ugly expression.

Wang Family was quite prestigious in the Linjiang City. As the current patriarch of the Wang Family, Wang Donglai was like a moon surrounded by stars wherever he went.

"Linjiang City Patriarch Wang Donglai, I seek an audience with Mister Lifeline …"

Wang Donglai took a deep breath. His gaze swept across the ashen-faced old man on the side. After trying his best to calm his mind, he opened his mouth for the third time and said in a deep voice.

"My death is near, and I am already exhausted. Your father's illness is beyond my ability, please go back."

At the same time, an extremely old voice rang out from within the house. The wooden door was opened, and an old man wearing a stooped robe with a face like the skin of a chicken walked out.

"Mister Ming."

Seeing the old man coming out, a hint of joy flashed past Wang Donglai's eyes. He immediately clasped his hands and spoke again. However, before he could finish speaking, he was cut off by the old man's wave of his hand.

"There's no need to speak any further. I am indeed powerless against your father's illness."

"Cough, cough …"

As Life Three spoke, he violently coughed a few times. Soon after, a blush appeared on his wrinkled face. However, his gaze swept past the few of them and looked towards the small path that led to the mausoleum garden. It seemed … He seemed to be anticipating something.

"Teacher must have heard of Wang Family. As long as sir is willing to treat my father's illness, no matter the cost, Wang Family will willingly pay."

Wang Donglai still refused to give up. These three years, he had been searching all over the country's hospitals for his father's illness, but it was to no avail.

Right now, all he could do was place his final hope on Life Three Sabers.

Even if he had to pay more than half of his Wang Family's assets, he would not hesitate to do so several times.

After all, others might not know about it, but with his position, he was well aware that if the Wang Family wasn't guarded by the old man, it would only be a matter of time before it was annexed by the other three great clans.

The Life Triple Slash ignored Wang Donglai's words. At this moment, his gaze looked towards the distant small road. Immediately, his turbid eyes focused slightly and a trace of color flashed across them as if they had returned to normal.

Then, under the hopeful gazes of the three people, they shakily walked down the stairs, directly passed the three people, and hobbled towards the small path.

At this moment, at the end of the small path, there was a young man around the age of seventeen or eighteen who was wearing ordinary clothes. He was walking over.

"Mister Ming."

Wang Donglai hurriedly said. He originally thought that the Three Blades of Fate was to save his father, but he did not expect to directly go past three people. At this moment, he was feeling anxious.

With his status, he had deliberately let go of the three blades that he painstakingly sought to reveal, yet at this moment, he was staggering crazily towards the young man's figure.

This huge contrast caused Wang Donglai to be stunned for a moment. He gritted his teeth and quickly followed.

At the same time, the young woman in the prime of her youth supported the old man and slowly followed behind Wang Donglai.

"Patriarch."

The three blades in front of the three people suddenly stopped moving. Immediately, the stooped figure kneeled in front of the young man with a 'pu tong' sound.

"I've been looking forward to three slashes from you, old man."

The voice of Three Lives Blade was trembling as he prostrated on the ground.

Behind him, Wang Donglai and the other two suddenly froze. They looked at the pair of young and old with a bewildered expression, especially at the young boy. It was as if they had seen a ghost.

His attitude was incomparably reverent and respectful, and what caused their minds to rumble even more was that the Three Blade of Life, who was praised as the Divine Doctor's Hand, actually called the seemingly seventeen or eighteen year old youth in front of them as his Royal Ancestor …

Such a strange scene instantly overturned their common sense.

"Get up. You are already old, there is no need for you to perform such a great courtesy."

The youth stepped forward with a complicated expression on his face.

"To be able to admire the ancestor's true appearance once more in his lifetime, I will have no regrets after three slashes."

The Three Lives Blades trembled as he spoke. Then, as if he suddenly remembered something, he took out a blood-red jade pendant and respectfully handed it to the young man.

"This is the Deep Sea Blood Jade that the Patriarch wants. It can replenish your Qi and blood, and extend your lifespan."

The voice of the Three Lives Saber sounded old as the youth nodded his head. After receiving the blade, his gaze fell upon the Three Lives Saber.

"You are already exhausted, your destiny is over. Do you have any last words?"

The three blades were all bestowed with a light smile, "The three blades were given to me by the ancestor three years ago when I reached my limit. It was fortunate that the ancestor gave me the Life Continuing Pill that allowed me to simmer for another three years. Now, the three blades no longer have any regrets."

The youth nodded before taking a deep breath. "Go ahead and be at ease. I'll protect your Lifestyle Family for the rest of your life within sixty years after you leave."

"Thank you, Patriarch."

The Life Tri-Blade kneeled down and kowtowed once again. Immediately, he staggered up and sat cross-legged on the spot. There was a smile on his face as he died.

"Sigh, I'm sure that you've already counted up to today by guarding outside this mausoleum garden."

"Life and death, reincarnation of the Great Dao …" "But …"

The youth carried the three blades of dead body and walked into the mausoleum garden. He looked at a tomb that was already prepared outside the mausoleum garden and buried it inside. He turned around and looked at the mausoleum garden.

"I, Wang Donglai, am forever grateful for you saving my father's life."

Wang Donglai suddenly kneeled behind the youth and said in a dismal voice.

With his identity, he was willing to kneel on the ground at this moment. If an outsider were here, his eyeballs would definitely pop out.

However, at this moment, Wang Donglai had no other choice. The Godly Doctor's Holy Hand was already dead, and since the young man in front of him could be called Ancestor by the Three Sabres of Fate, he could only place all his hopes on the young man.

"As long as you are willing to help me, I will agree to any request."

Wang Donglai said again, seeing that the young man was unmoved.

"All things in the world have destiny, fate is decided after many days, destiny is hard to come by."

"Besides, he is not sick. He is injured, and right now, his internal organs are all injured. Even if the genius doctor was still alive, it would still be difficult to save him."

As the youth spoke, he moved slowly without turning his head back.

Behind him, Wang Donglai's face showed bitterness. The old man beside him also smiled miserably. His turbid old eyes looked into the mausoleum garden.

"After I die, I'll be buried in this mausoleum garden."

"Also, from today onwards, the protection of this mausoleum garden will be done by my Wang Family and passed down from generation to generation."

At the same time, the young man, who was already walking forward, paused for a moment and let out a bitter laugh. With a flick of his finger, a ray of light shot out from Wang Donglai's hand. After which, he took a step forward.

At the same time, his indifferent voice sounded out faintly.

"This Life Continuing Pill can extend your lifespan by three months, and once it expires in three months, you will no longer have the power to reverse the flow of heaven."