Courtyard House: The Cultivation System Takes Me Flying

Time has swept through countless seasons, washing away the clamor and strife of the world, leaving behind only the purest warmth and tranquility. Those past struggles and hardships in the long river of time, those days and nights spent fighting to protect our homeland, have all become the gentlest undertones in the depths of time. Our original aspirations remain steadfast, undimmed by the passage of time; our heritage continues unbroken, uninterrupted by the changing world. Chang'an, this eternal home built with heart and soul, has finally reached its ultimate state of eternal peace and perfect fulfillment amidst the serene world and the harmonious return of all spirits.

Since the beginning of time, there has never been such ultimate peace in the world. The darkness and gloom that once ravaged the Three Realms have long been completely dispelled by endless light, leaving not even a trace. The ferocious demonic energy that once plagued all living beings has been completely dissolved by the spiritual energy of heaven and earth and the righteous energy of home, with no possibility of ever breeding or spreading again. The strife and war that once swept across the Three Continents and stirred the Nine Heavens have long since ended with the destruction of evil spirits, and there is no longer any sorrow of swords drawn or families torn apart. Heaven and earth, the four directions, the six directions and the eight wastelands, have all returned to peace. Mortals and spiritual beings coexist, and living beings and all things breathe together. There is no longer any distinction between high and low, no longer any thought of struggle, only a peaceful and prosperous scene that lasts for eternity.

The land of the Three States, once a haven for ordinary people, has shed its former barrenness and turmoil, transforming into the most gentle and peaceful paradise on earth. Its mountains and rivers are beautiful, its soil fertile, and its waters flow ceaselessly, nourishing all living things. Generations of ordinary people have thrived, men tilling the fields and women weaving, the elderly cared for, and the young supported. The people are simple and honest, never picking up lost items on the road, and doors left unlocked at night. There is no oppressive government, no famine or displacement, no suffering of separation or death. Every household is filled with the sound of cooking smoke and laughter, working at sunrise and resting at sunset, turning ordinary days into the most peaceful poem. They know nothing of evil, nothing of war, only the generosity of heaven and earth, the security of their homes, and a life of peace and happiness, free from worry. On this blessed land, they continue to write the most touching chapter of human life's legacy.

Above the nine heavens lies another magnificent and spiritual landscape: a dazzling Milky Way, leisurely drifting clouds, and countless spiritual herbs and immortal trees growing everywhere, with auspicious energy swirling in all directions. Spiritual birds and beasts roam freely, and ethereal music fills the air. There is no infighting in the spirit world, no competition for cultivation; every wisp of spiritual energy is pure and gentle, and every inch of land is peaceful and serene. This is a place where the spiritual essence of heaven and earth converges, a pure land for all beings to cultivate. All sentient beings can cultivate here in peace, comprehending the great Dao of heaven and earth, without needing to compete for resources or guard against treachery. They merge with heaven and earth, coexisting with nature, embodying the ultimate tranquility and purity of the spiritual realm.

Chang'an, a city of eternal peace, is like a gentle, luminous pearl embedded between heaven and earth. It does not vie for brilliance with the sun and moon, nor compete with mountains and rivers for beauty. Unassuming, unpretentious, and unassuming, it protects every living being within its walls with the softest, most enduring light, safeguarding its original aspirations and unchanging traditions. It is the link between the mortal and the spiritual realm, the boundary between war and peace, and the softest refuge in the hearts of all its guardians. Through countless years of trials, this home remains unchanged, without a trace of decay or vicissitude, forever preserving its most beautiful and warmest form, etching reunion, tranquility, peace, and warmth into every brick, every breeze, and every drop of sacred spring water.

Every plant, tree, scene, and object in the garden, nourished by time, remains unchanged and eternal, becoming the most steadfast companion through the years.

On the sacred garden at dawn, the morning dew arrives as promised, crystal clear, clinging to the tips of branches and leaves, refreshing and invigorating, soothing the soul. The dew, drawing upon the essence of heaven and earth and the warmth of home, never dries up with the passage of time, day after day, year after year. Each drop carries vitality and hope, nourishing the sacred plants within and soothing the hearts of every living being. A gentle breeze blows, the dewdrops roll down, falling into the soil, transforming into even more enduring life, a cycle that repeats endlessly, life without end.

The Lingxi Stream, flowing through the garden, still murmurs gently, its clear waters revealing the smooth pebbles on its bottom where fish frolic freely. The stream has never become murky with the passage of time, nor with wind and rain; it remains forever clear and bright, carrying a subtle, ethereal charm as it meanders among the pavilions and towers. The sound of the stream is crisp and melodious, like natural music, accompanying the garden's dawn and dusk, and the laughter of its inhabitants, becoming the most beautiful background sound in the garden, flowing eternally, never ceasing.

The wind chimes hanging from the eaves still tinkle gently in the breeze, their clear, melodious, and ethereal sounds carrying far and wide. Where the wind blows, the chimes sway softly, their tinkling sounds echoing through every corner of the home, quiet and gentle, softly whispering tales of peaceful years. Whether under a clear blue sky or in the drizzling rain, the wind chimes steadfastly remain on the eaves, facing the wind and accompanied by the clouds, scattering tranquil notes in all directions, unchanging for centuries, never ceasing for a moment.

Within the elegant chambers of the garden, the zither continues to play its refined music daily, its melodious and peaceful strains cleansing the soul. The player plays freely, without strife or desire; the music contains no clashing sounds of battle, no mournful tunes of parting, only tranquility, warmth, reunion, and joy. The music drifts out of the courtyard, harmonizing with the wind chimes and resonating with the spirit stream, lingering in the air above the ancient city of Chang'an, becoming the guardian spirit of the home, unbroken day after day, bringing peace and clarity to every living being within its walls.

Deep within the courtyard, the spiritual spring continues to gush forth its elixir daily, its clear, sweet water nourishing the soul and soothing the body. The spring water contains the purest spiritual energy of heaven and earth, and the fortune of the home, flowing endlessly without ever drying up. Whether cultivators draw nourishment from the spring to strengthen their foundations, or ordinary beings drink from it to improve their health, they can all feel its warmth and power. The sound of the spring's gushing is like the whisper of time, witnessing the eternity of the home, protecting the well-being of all living beings, unchanging through the ages, without the slightest decline.

The sacred trees within the garden reach for the sky, their branches lush and verdant, still laden with blessed fruits every day. The plump, round fruits emit a delicate fragrance, symbolizing longevity, good fortune, and health. These sacred trees never wither with the passing years, never die of heat or cold; they spring forth in spring, grow in summer, harvest in autumn, and rest in winter, forever vibrant and abundant with blessed fruit. Each fruit carries the blessings of the garden, protecting its inhabitants with health, longevity, and freedom from illness and disaster, transforming the most beautiful wishes into tangible protection that will endure for generations to come.

As night falls, the lights in the garden remain warm and bright. Each lamp, arranged in a pleasing pattern, illuminates the pavilions and towers, the winding paths and corridors, and the figures returning home. The lights never go out with the deepening night, nor do they flicker in the strong wind; they forever radiate a soft glow, dispelling darkness and bringing warmth. Those lights are a symbol of reunion, a sign of peace, and a refuge in the hearts of every living being. No matter how time changes, the lights remain ever-burning, the warmth enduring, illuminating every inch of the ancient city of Chang'an.

The warmth of everyday life is the most touching aspect of this home. The sacred meals served daily continue to be fragrant and delicious, made with ingredients sourced from the sacred garden and cooked with spring water. Each dish is prepared with care, imbued with warmth and affection. While lacking the extravagance of fine cuisine, they offer the purest freshness and comfort. Three meals a day, through the changing seasons, the aroma of food permeates the air, tantalizing the taste buds and warming the soul. The rising smoke and gentle warmth of everyday life have become the most precious and enduring beauty in the ancient city of Chang'an, continuing uninterrupted day after day.

Time has left no trace on the creatures in the park. They all remain as they were at the beginning, with youthful appearances, undiminished figures, clear minds, enduring warmth, and a lifelong commitment to each other, never abandoning one another.

Qin Huairu remained as gentle and beautiful as ever, with her eyes crinkling into crescent moons and her temperament as refined as an orchid. Time had not diminished her gentleness; instead, it had added to her composure and tranquility. She was still the most tender presence in the family, carefully caring for the young and old, and managing the household affairs. Her eyes were always full of gentleness and peace, and her smile was like a spring breeze, warming everyone around her. She perfectly embodied the gentleness and resilience of a woman.

Madam Jia Zhang has shed her former worries and anxieties, remaining forever healthy and vigorous, full of energy, with a kind smile, surrounded by blessings of longevity and happiness. She enjoys her later years peacefully, doting on her grandchildren, chatting with neighbors daily, and spending her days surrounded by flowers and plants. Her heart is free of worries, filled only with tranquility and joy. Time has been kind to this elderly woman who has weathered many storms, allowing her to enjoy the bliss of family life in her eternal home, living a long and happy life, passing each year in peace.

He Yuzhu remains as cheerful and kind as ever, radiating warmth and warmth as ever. He is still the most enthusiastic person in the community, possessing superb culinary skills, treating people with sincerity, and valuing loyalty and affection, protecting his family in his own way. Every day, he cooks delicious meals, chats with friends, and plays with the younger generation, his hearty laughter echoing throughout the community, spreading warmth and enthusiasm to everyone. His original intentions remain unchanged, and his kindness endures as always.

Jia Dongxu remains calm, steadfast, and reliable, his original aspirations unchanged despite trials and tribulations. He has always stood shoulder to shoulder with his family, protecting their home and those around him, remaining humble and steadfast, never abandoning them. He quietly contributes in ordinary times, but steps forward in times of crisis, shouldering responsibility with his steady shoulders and safeguarding family reunion with unwavering resolve, becoming the most solid support for his community.

Elders Yan Bugui and Liu Haizhong, having shed their past grievances and disputes, now live a life of leisure and tranquility, enjoying a peaceful and contented existence. They spend their days sipping tea, playing chess, chatting, appreciating the scenery, and relaxing. There is no scheming, no conflict, only the quiet beauty of life, a life of serene contentment. In their peaceful days, they have let go of all attachments, basking in the warmth of their home, making their later years the most comfortable and fulfilling, a life of quiet joy and constant happiness.

The four children in the garden forever retain their childlike innocence and carefree spirit, their eyes clear and bright. They have never experienced war or hardship; under the care of their families and the protection of their home, they laugh freely and grow up unrestrained. Every day they frolic with mythical birds and animals, run and play with their companions, their innocent words and constant laughter spreading the purest innocence and joy throughout every corner of the ancient city of Chang'an, becoming the most vibrant life force in their home.

All living beings are forever gentle, intelligent, and full of vitality, living in harmony with the people in the park, as close as family. They no longer have any fierceness or defensiveness, but are kind to people, accompanying them, whether resting beside them, playing with children, or drinking water by the stream. Every figure is lively and lovely, integrating the vitality and gentleness of nature into every inch of the home.

The spirits within are forever vibrant and alive, pure and ethereal, united with their home and accompanying all living beings. They are the embodiment of the spirit of heaven and earth, the guardians of their home, graceful and pure, always by everyone's side, protecting the spirit of their home and maintaining the peace of heaven and earth. They have never been estranged, never left, accompanying the creatures within the garden day and night, engraving their purity and etherealness into the very blood of Chang'an throughout the ages.

Qin Lintian, forever clad in white, exudes a gentle and serene aura, his original aspirations unchanged, his protection ever-present. He remains the same young man with a heart full of protection, never arrogant because of his extraordinary cultivation, never lost because of his remarkable achievements, his gaze forever tender, his heart forever steadfast. He takes protection as his path, and reunion as his wish, always remaining steadfast in his homeland, protecting his family, protecting all living beings, protecting this pure land he built with his entire life, never changing, never wavering.

In this eternal home, they live the simplest, warmest, and most peaceful days, free from worldly disturbances and the pursuit of fame and fortune, simply following their hearts and living peacefully.

Every morning, I rise to bathe in the dew, admire the morning light, and breathe in the pure spiritual energy, thus beginning a peaceful day. During the day, I enjoy tranquility, do mundane tasks, tend to the spiritual garden, cook delicious food, or chat and play, each finding its own pleasure. As night falls, I admire the Milky Way under the moon, watch the flowing clouds, and feel the vastness and gentleness of heaven and earth. In the deep of night, I enjoy sweet dreams, undisturbed, and sleep soundly through the night.

In their leisure time, the whole family travels together, strolling along the banks of the Lingxi River, climbing the Zhaixing Terrace, overlooking the magnificent scenery of the three continents, or soaring through the Milky Way, accompanied by laughter and joy. When busy, everyone does their own job and finds their place, without disturbing each other, yet their hearts are connected. When they gather, the whole family is reunited, sitting together to share a meal, chat about everyday life, and enjoy the happiness of family life. When they part, they are at peace, without worrying about each other, knowing that each other is well, and they are content.

They do not pursue fame, profit, or warfare; they are not greedy. They have abandoned all worldly vanity and obsession, their hearts filled only with steadfastness and cherishing. They simply protect their families, accompanying them year after year; they simply safeguard their homes, guarding eternal peace; they simply cherish the present stability, treasuring every moment; they simply hold the warmth in their hearts, warming every stage of life. This is what they seek in their lives—simple, pure, yet incredibly precious.

The chaotic world of demons that once plagued humanity, causing immense suffering and upheaval, has long since become a distant legend, vanished into the depths of time. Now, when people occasionally reminisce about that past, there is no longer fear or sorrow, but rather a reason to cherish the peace and tranquility of the present. It makes everyone understand how hard-won this stability is, and how precious the reunion of families is.

The days spent traveling together, slaying demons and monsters, and fighting side by side have become warm memories, deeply imprinted in the soul of every one of us. Those days and nights spent walking side by side, those friendships forged in life and death, and those steadfast commitments that weathered storms have all transformed into the foundation of carefree joy, blending into our daily lives, etched into our very being, and becoming the warmest support in our lives.

The once-unsealed spiritual realm, the manifestation of spiritual energy, the moonlit banquet of reunion, the passing down of original aspirations—those exciting moments, those extraordinary instants, are no longer special events, but have been completely integrated into daily life, becoming the most natural and authentic form of our home. Spiritual energy endures, reunions are ever-present, original aspirations remain, and inheritance continues forever. Everything is natural, everything is peaceful and normal.

In this homeland, there are no ups and downs, no vicissitudes, no regrets, no sorrows or partings. All good things arrive as promised, all wishes are fulfilled, and all protection is rewarded. Everywhere the eye sees is peace; everywhere the heart feels is reunion; everywhere the body is surrounded by warmth; wherever time passes, there is tranquility. This is the final form of Chang'an, the ultimate fulfillment of this eternal homeland, the ultimate destination sought by all guardians throughout their lives.

In his leisure time, Qin Lintian often sits quietly atop the Star-Picking Terrace, his white robes fluttering in the wind, his posture serene, his gaze gentle as water, overlooking his eternally peaceful homeland below. He gazes at the murmuring stream, the soft chimes of the wind chimes, the warm lights, and the fragrant aroma of food; he gazes at his family who stay by his side, at the children playing and running, at the gentle companions of all spirits, at the pure and ethereal beings. Feeling the tranquility of heaven and earth, the eternity of time, the return of all spirits to their hearts, and the stability of his homeland, his heart is filled with peace and contentment.

He came from the mortal realm, born into ordinariness, raised amidst the everyday realities of life. He possessed neither extraordinary background nor exceptional opportunities, yet he always held a heart devoted to protection. He acted according to his initial aspirations, unafraid of storms; he fought to protect, undaunted by powerful enemies; he cultivated for perfection, never forgetting his original intentions. He did not pursue supreme power, nor did he crave worldly fame. With a simple and pure heart of protection, he poured his life's blood into building the purest sanctuary in the world, establishing an eternal and immortal foundation, ensuring the eternal reunion of his family, and safeguarding the eternal peace of heaven and earth.

In his life, he accomplished nothing earth-shattering feats, nor did he achieve a renowned reputation that shook the three realms, nor did he leave behind any legends that would last for eternity. Yet, he possessed everything that was most precious, most rare, and most enduring in the world: family by his side, never leaving his side; a peaceful home, free from worries year after year; undisturbed by the passing years, living each day in tranquility; and an unwavering commitment to his original aspirations. This is the greatest fulfillment in the world, the ultimate path on the road of spiritual cultivation, and the most precious gift in life.

A gentle breeze stirred as Qin Huairu walked softly to his side, her figure graceful and her eyes smiling. She leaned gently on his shoulder, gazing at their peaceful home below, and said tenderly, "Look, our home will always be this good."

Qin Lintian slowly turned his head, his gaze as gentle as a flowing spring. He held her hand tightly, palms touching, their hearts in sync, and softly replied, "Yes, forever this good, forever unchanging, forever together."

Simple words, without fancy rhetoric, yet they contain a lifelong commitment and unwavering dedication.

Behind them, a peaceful and prosperous scene unfolded in their homeland. He Yuzhu and Jia Dongxu stood side by side, chatting and laughing heartily; Jia Zhangshi, Yan Bugui, and Liu Haizhong sat around a stone table, sipping tea and relaxing, their smiles kind and gentle; four children played and ran with Wanling and Lingyun, their clear voices filled with joy. The Lingxi River flowed gently, wind chimes tinkled softly in the breeze, lights shone warmly, the aroma of food filled the air, the moonlight shone softly, and starlight glittered across the sky.

Heaven and earth are silent, yet they encompass all things; time is silent, yet it settles into warmth.

Chang'an, through the ages, remains true to its original aspirations; as time comes to an end, may it forever be safe and secure.

From then on, there will be no more strife, no more turmoil, no more regrets in the world. There will only be an eternal home, protecting all living beings and guarding eternal peace until the end of time.