Modern Life of Immortal Demons 山海奇谈

Chapter 1

It was a dark and silent night.

Somewhere on the Mountain Yin, Dragon Ying was sitting on a huge rock, staring blankly at the pitch black earth. He could not remember clearly how many years had passed since the war – was it three or was it four thousand years? Or was it closer to ten thousand years? Perhaps he was too old and experienced too much, so that the passage of time was meaningless now.

As he was thinking, someone approached from behind and said in a deep, respectful voice: "Master Dragon Ying, Luan has gone down the mountain."

Dragon Ying didn't turn around, but kept staring into the distance. Finally, he replied: "Feng Huang is still asleep, and Zhu Yin hasn't been seen for a long time. But I still don't fully understand all those things that happened this year. Why did Luan trigger this accident, why is the culprit still missing, why...? Why did Tian Lei come to the east?"

The man lowered his head, and listened quietly.

The night wind caressed Dragon Ying's long hair, gently blowing them up and down onto his shoulders. Dragon Ying rested his chin on one hand and looked at the first faraway rays of light in the east, still too weak to disperse the darkness. Slowly, he continued: "Yin and yang are always changing. There's always someone who rises to meet his destiny. Now, the question of life and death lies within his body. Let's hope it will have a different ending." Having said that, he suddenly recalled something. He finally turned to the man standing beside him and asked: "What about Liu Liu?'

The man stumbled for words, and carefully replied after a longer period: "I met him the day before, and haven't seen him since. Did he go to play in the mountains again?"

Dragon Ying leaped down from the rock and frowned: "What a baby! Nothing but trouble!"

The man didn't dare speak out, but muttered: "He only reacts when something happens to his son."

Ying Long was about to walk in the opposite direction, but hearing that, he turned around and asked: "What do you mean?"

The man waved his hands around and cautiously said: "Nothing! I'll go looking for him in the mountains." Having said that, he quickly ran away and disappeared from sight.

Dragon Ying long shook his head and once again looked where the dark fog condensed.

In the morning, mountain forests had a special sweet smell, and the delicate golden rays of light penetrated the canopy to create countless tiny bright spots on the ground. Suddenly, a loud "thump" broke this mountain tranquility. A well-built, tall young man was quickly dashing back and forth, brushing up leaves and sending them flying in the wind.

The young man walked briskly through the woods. It wasn't until he spotted the nearby Murky Spring that he stopped and said to himself: "Finally, I didn't lose direction this time!"

So early in the morning the sun hadn't yet had the time to warm up the water in the river. The youth paused at the river bank, drank a handful of water and washed his face. The Murky Spring was flowing slowly, and very soon, its surface reflected a clear and handsome face – regular eyebrows delicately curved upwards, large and bright eyes with brightness sparking in their gaze, pointed nose and thin lips that he kept pressed together. All in all, his face was exquisite and delicate. If an onlooker didn't look at him closely, he could be mistaken for a girl.

A gust of wind blew and wrinkled the water surface. In turn, the young man's delicate face blurred too.

The lad stood up and flung back long hair that cascaded down on his chest. His long hair resembled ripe pomegranate seeds, red and bright, and he fashioned it into a braid that gently dangled all the way to at the waist.