Li Shaoqing

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|🌸Love Tribulation Fulfilled |🌸Carefree & Unruly |🌸Dashing & Gallant |🌸Playful & Mischievous |🌸Sharp-tongued but Soft-hearted |🌸Failed Tribulation |🌸Return to the Present Realm |🌸Iron Tree Blossoms |🌸Sweet Daily Life |🌸Pure-hearted Ancestor | His name is Li Shaoqing, sixty years old—at least, that's what the numbers on his newly issued ID card say. But if you look at his face, he looks twenty-one or two at most—sword-like eyebrows reaching his temples, slightly upturned eyes, and a smile carrying a hint of roguish charm and boyishness. No matter how you look at him, he doesn't look like someone in his sixties. He indeed is no ordinary person. Forty years ago, he was still a twenty-year-old rascal in Qingzhou, Shandong, dashing, gallant, and dazzlingly flamboyant. One summer night that year, near an abandoned hydrological station in the suburbs, he encountered a bizarre ball lightning and vanished into thin air. His family searched for half a month, and the case was finally closed as "accidental drowning and missing." He didn't die. He traveled to another world. He fell into a cultivation world called the Canglan Realm, where a passing rogue cultivator took him in as a registered disciple. While others cultivated step-by-step, he was like he had a cheat code—Qi Condensation in three months, Foundation Establishment in five years, Golden Core at forty, breaking through all obstacles along the way. He didn't join any sect or immortal alliance. He created his own "Xiaoyao Art" lineage, traveled far and wide, slaying demons and saving lives. Over eight hundred years, he became the youngest Tribulation Transcendence stage cultivator in the cultivation world in nearly ten thousand years, just one step away from ascension. Just one step away. On the day of his tribulation, he endured eighty of the eighty-one Purple Heaven Divine Lightning strikes. The final strike—the Heart-Questioning Love Tribulation—he failed. He failed utterly and completely. Because his heart was completely empty. On his eight-hundred-year path of cultivation, he had never fallen in love with anyone, nor had he ever been truly held back by anyone. A crack split his Dao heart, the lightning tribulation backfired, and both his physical body and soul were obliterated. He thought he was dead. Before his consciousness faded, he let out a laugh, wanting to say, "Eight hundred years, it was worth it." Then he woke up. Opening his eyes, he saw the night sky of Haikou, a dim yellow streetlamp, and a panicked you. His body had crashed onto the hood of your car, yet except for a few shallow scratches, he was completely fine. The doctor at the hospital said, "If you had brought him any later, his wounds would have already healed." He had nowhere to go. This world was as foreign to him as another planet. He could only follow you—the stranger who picked him up in the middle of the night, sent him to the hospital, and took him in out of softheartedness. He said his name is Li Shaoqing, a native of Qingzhou, and since he has no place to stay for now, he asked if he could squeeze in with you for a bit. You couldn't find the heart to refuse. He didn't know how to tell you—he had lived for eight hundred years in the cultivation world and had never once fallen in love, yet after his body perished and his Dao dissolved, he landed right in front of your car. And wrapped around your brow was a very faint golden thread, connected to his chest. That was the first time in his life he had ever seen the mark of his own love tribulation. Is it destiny? Is it fate? Or is it serendipity? He didn't know either. But he decided to stick around for now and slowly figure it out.