Dimensional Invasion: I Can Fish for All Heavens

Chapter 465 Youth is the most generous gift that time bestows upon young people; time is a one-way river.
The old shop owner froze instantly, his eyes widening as he felt an unprecedented warm current sweep over every corner of his body.

His sparse, graying hair grew thick and glossy black at an astonishing rate.

The deep wrinkles on my face and the back of my hands faded and disappeared quickly, as if ironed out, and my skin became firm and elastic.

My back, which was originally a little hunched, straightened up involuntarily. My joints, which had often ached due to overuse over the years, became relaxed and strong. My whole body seemed to have become forty years younger in an instant!
Those eyes, which had become slightly cloudy due to age, became clear and bright, full of vitality.

The whole process took only a few seconds.

As the holy white light quietly dissipated, Ye Xuan's figure, along with the bronze box, vanished from the shop as if it had never existed.

Only the two heavy gold bricks on the counter proved that what had just happened was not a dream.

The old shop owner—no, at this moment he should be called the "young shop owner"—was still immersed in that wonderful feeling of being reborn.

He subconsciously raised his hands, looking incredulously at his hands that had become smooth, strong, and free of age spots, his fingertips trembling slightly.

He staggered to the old mirror in the corner of the counter, the one used to tidy his clothes.

The image reflected in the mirror was no longer that of a white-haired, old man, but a familiar yet unfamiliar face of about twenty-seven or twenty-eight years old, with a ruddy complexion and bright eyes!

That's what he looked like when he was young, even healthier and more energetic than he was then!
"OH My God!"

He trembled as he touched his smooth cheek, and looked at the "young man" in the mirror, letting out a cry that was almost like a sob, filled with joy and awe.

This sudden, almost miraculous gift is far more valuable than any wealth in the world.

Some things, we only learn to cherish them deeply after we lose them.

This is especially true for youth.

He had aged so long that he had almost become accustomed to the heaviness and sluggishness of his body: his knees would groan under the strain when climbing stairs, he needed to wear reading glasses and squint to read small print, bending over, which used to be easy, was now done with great care, and even a good night's sleep had become a luxury.

Countless times in his dreams, he returned to his youth when he could run freely and tirelessly, but upon waking, he could only face the increasingly deep wrinkles and his no longer upright spine reflected in the mirror.

That feeling of powerlessness, like a frog being slowly boiled in water, gradually but truly eroded his passion for life.

He misses the boundless energy of his youth, when he could stay up all night studying a hobby without getting tired; he misses the flexible and agile body that could easily bend over to tie shoelaces and carry heavy furniture without batting an eye.
I miss the carefree days when my metabolism was high and I could eat whatever I wanted without gaining weight, and the healthy glow my skin naturally radiated.

That is the most generous gift that time bestows upon young people, yet when they were in it, they often took it for granted.

Time is a one-way river, and he had long since accepted this fact.

Even though the world is undergoing dramatic changes and spiritual energy is reviving, and the path to extraordinary achievements seems to be open to everyone, he knows in his heart that it is more of an opportunity for young people, a stage for those lucky ones with exceptional talent.

For an ordinary person like him, old and of average talent, the so-called "immortality" and "power" are nothing more than distant stories in the news, a dazzling yet illusory world that has nothing to do with him.

All he can do is guard his small shop and try his best to maintain a decent and relatively stable life on the edge of the new era.

He never thought, much less dared to hope, that his lost youth and vibrant young body could one day be regained!
And now, the miracle is happening to him in such a real way!

What my fingertips touched was firm, elastic skin; what surged through my body was a long-lost, seemingly inexhaustible energy; what was reflected in the mirror were those clear eyes, filled with renewed longing for the future!
He seemed to have been given a second chance to choose his life, and had the starting point to touch that once unattainable, extraordinary world!

Overwhelmed by immense joy and unbelievable gratitude, he was engulfed like a tsunami. He clenched his fists, feeling the long-lost strength within his muscles, and tears finally streamed down his face.

"Thank you. Thank you so much, Ye Shen."

He spoke to the empty shop, his voice choked with emotion, his heart filled with gratitude for Ye Shen.

At this moment, Ye Shen was God in his heart.

When Ye Xuan returned to Hangzhou, the afterglow of the setting sun was painting the sky a warm orange-red.

Almost at the same time he appeared in the courtyard, two cheerful figures darted out of the house!
"Woof!"

With a joyful bark, the Growlithe rushed to his feet like a warm flame, affectionately rubbing its head against his trouser leg, wagging its tail like a little windmill, and making a satisfied purring sound in its throat.

At the same time, a light figure, shrouded in a faint blue halo, quietly rose up and landed precisely in his arms.

Ralts stretched out its slender little hand and gently grasped Ye Xuan's collar. It raised its little head covered by blue bangs and looked at him with its big red eyes. Although it did not speak, a warm and affectionate feeling had been transmitted to Ye Xuan's heart, expressing its joy and longing for his return.

Ye Xuan's face softened unconsciously.

He bent down slightly and gently rubbed Growlithe's fluffy head with his free hand. Then, carrying the obedient Ralts, he slowly walked towards the rattan rocking chair in the courtyard; Growlithe followed closely at his feet, occasionally rubbing its nose against his heels.

Ye Xuan sat comfortably in the rocking chair, his body swaying gently with the chair.

Ralts nestled comfortably in his arms, like a docile kitten.

The Growlithe lay quietly at his feet, its chin resting on its front paws, its bright eyes still fixed on its owner.

A gentle breeze wafted by, carrying the faint fragrance of flowers and plants from the courtyard, and also ruffled Ralts's bowl-shaped hair.

Ye Xuan's gaze slowly swept over the "courtyard" that had been permeated by the power of space.

All around, in the garden nourished by the power of the [Flower] card, flowers of all colors bloom year-round, vying for attention; in the distance, fruit trees in the orchard are laden with heavy fruit, exuding a sweet fragrance; and the tea trees beside them are verdant, their tender buds gleaming softly in the setting sun.

A sense of relief welled up in his heart.

I'm so glad that after I got the "Flower" card, I had the idea of ​​creating a "farm", and I'm even more glad that I actually put it into action.

This scene of personally creating and witnessing the growth of life and reaping abundant fruits truly contains a comforting power.

Simply sitting here, looking at this bountiful land shaped by our own will, and feeling the rewards brought by the changing seasons, is enough to make one relax unconsciously.

Similarly, he was deeply grateful for the arrival of Growlithe and Ralts.

Although with his abilities and temperament, it wouldn't be impossible for him to live alone and be independent; however, those who truly like or even enjoy solitude are always in the minority.

Ye Xuan himself is not one of them.

He gently stroked Ralts's hair, feeling the comforting warmth from the Growlithe at his feet, and slowly closed his eyes, a smile curving his lips.

This tranquility, built upon the bountiful harvest of the farm and the companionship of his partners, was of no less value to him than any treasure of the heavens.

What? You're asking why he didn't include the little Qilin? Wasn't it Ye Xuan's companion from the very beginning?
Ye Xuan slightly raised his eyes, his gaze passing through the garden and landing on the orchard not far away. Under a mulberry tree with lush branches and abundant fruit, he found the little Qilin.

At this moment, it was lying on the grass under the shade of a tree, its four hooves outstretched, fast asleep.

The little unicorn's tiny nose twitched slightly, emitting a soft, even purring sound. Its mouth was covered in purplish-red mulberry juice, which even stained the downy fur on its chin.

Judging from its contented sleeping posture, it probably has no idea that Ye Xuan has returned, and may not even have realized that Ye Xuan had ever left.

"Ha, this guy..."

Looking at the little Qilin's appearance, Ye Xuan couldn't help but chuckle and shake his head. His eyes held a hint of helplessness, but more so a kind of indulgence and pampering, like one would show to their own mischievous cub.

Little Qilin is different from Growlithe and Ralts.

Growlithe and Ralts prefer to stay by his side. Although they also like to play, they yearn for battle more deep down.

Although they often stayed close to Ye Xuan, they would also cultivate alongside him when he cultivated.

Although the little Qilin is highly intelligent and of noble blood, its temperament is more like that of a curious and playful child who has not yet grown up.

Play, eat, and then sleep.

It treats itself more like Ye Xuan's pet than Growlithe and Ralts, but what need is there for a pet to cultivate?
As for companionship, don't we have Growlithe and Ralts?
It only needs to occasionally show its face to Ye Xuan.

Ye Xuan wouldn't ask the little Qilin to do anything.

As a divine and auspicious beast, the little Qilin's bloodline endows it with immense potential.

Although theoretically it comes from the world of Rainbow Cat and Blue Rabbit Seven Heroes, it can only be considered a high-level martial art, and a high-level martial art in the martial arts world, not a high-level martial art in the fantasy world. Its potential is not as good as the Qilin in other higher worlds, but it is still a Qilin.

It doesn't even need to cultivate; the spiritual energy in the air will automatically enter its body, helping it develop the potential within its bloodline and making it stronger.

Although active cultivation would accelerate this process, because of Ye Xuan, it didn't need to worry about encountering any dangers, and no one dared to covet its Qilin blood.

Without a sense of crisis, it naturally wouldn't think of actively cultivating.

(End of this chapter)