Demon Hunter and His Cabin-Chapter 1030 - 742: Fate Coin

If when climbing a mountain, the path is steep, but there’s a charming beauty walking ahead, the dull journey can certainly become much more interesting.

The environment here is good, but if you look at it too long, it becomes dull. However, with Olivia leading the way and engaging in occasional chit-chat, they soon reached the mountain top.

The top of the mountain had a tree with lush and sprawling branches that completely covered the entire house behind it, with some branches hanging down, creating a natural barrier for the room.

But there were too many branches, so Roger couldn’t clearly see the whole structure of the house; he even had a peculiar feeling, as if those branches were specially pruned to envelop the entire house, including doors and windows, without exception.

However, Olivia didn’t head straight for that house but went beneath the big tree, pressed her palm against the bark, and a faint glow flashed and disappeared.

The next moment, facing Roger and Olivia, a part of the tree trunk receded downwards, revealing a green light gate.

Olivia stepped forward and entered the light gate, Roger didn’t hesitate either, stepping into it.

A gentle light glided over his body, and a sense of spiritual enjoyment arose spontaneously. The next second, Roger found himself seemingly crossing a spatial barrier, appearing in a room occupying nearly a hundred square meters.

"Spatial movement?"

No, this is the soul world, and the rules of reality may not apply. Roger suddenly realized this issue.

He seemed to have appeared out of nowhere, now situated at the center of the room, surrounded by several open windows with a gentle breeze blowing past. Roger turned slightly, and through the window, he saw the distant sky and ocean.

"Did we directly enter that room?"

Roger asked with some confusion, but quickly realized something and turned around fiercely, behind him was a vast space, and he noticed a fireplace built tightly against the wall.

The fire burned brightly inside, with wood crackling and snapping. In front of the fireplace were a few wooden chairs, and a figure was standing there, back to Roger, seemingly fiddling with something on a small table in front of the fire.

Roger didn’t speak rashly; he and Olivia entered the green light gate one after another, but the room before him contained only himself, so the figure busy in front of the fireplace...

"Don’t worry; it was my idea. I figured our meeting would be better without any interruptions."

The busy figure turned her head, and Roger got a clear view of her appearance. It was an elderly woman in her sixties, with some wrinkles, and eyes as blue as the sea.

She looked quite kindly and seemed well-educated, wearing a green coat, revealing only a pair of slightly withered hands.

"Visitor from outside, please sit down."

The old woman’s glance seemed to see through everything. Roger steadied himself and walked to sit beside the old woman by the fireplace.

"How should I address you?"

"That’s not important." The old woman shook her head, "Because this might be the last time we meet, so it doesn’t matter what you call me."

She lifted the overturned teacup, picking up the kettle beside it, and poured a jade-green liquid into the cup, filling only about a third of it.

"Please have a taste. This is a guest’s treat, a rarity."

"Thank you!"

Roger nodded but didn’t touch the cup before him.

"You’re very cautious, my guest, but believe me, in time you’ll understand the value of a glass of water, its sweetness and mellowness are enough for me to savor for a long time."

Steam swirled up, a faint aroma drifting into the nostrils. Roger initially didn’t care much, but upon seeing the expression on the old woman’s face, he suddenly realized something and reached for the water cup on the table.

"What is this?"

"As you see, just an ordinary glass of water."

"The only special part is its taste."

"A taste to be savored."

"As I said, sweet and refreshing."

Roger paused in silence, then placed the cup back on the table, "Does everyone become like this, or is it only the Fifth Tier Immortals?"

Only then did he notice that everything before him, while seeming incredibly real, carried an invisible barrier, preventing him from blending into the surrounding environment.

Like watching that fascinating world on the internet from before a screen, everything is real, yet everything is false.

"The longer you stay, the more you lose. If you become an Immortal, you will lose all sensation..."

"No, not all."

"The painful, dirty, negative sensations are retained entirely, but from that moment on, you won’t experience any beautiful feelings again."

"I can’t feel anything, except what’s painful."

The old woman’s gaze was calm, speaking as if telling a story unrelated to herself, but Roger could imagine, if one couldn’t feel any beauty, living would indeed be a curse.

"Losing so much for immortality, what’s the point?"

He shook his head and expressed his thoughts.

"Hehe."

The old woman, however, chuckled, "Isn’t it worth it to exchange just a bit of sensation for immortality?"

"After all, certain issues always have solutions, but once dead, there’s nothing left."

The next moment, she smiled lightly, "Let’s not talk about such heavy topics, our discussion is meaningless because since the dawn of this world, no one has been able to resist the allure of immortality."

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