White Beard Novels & Stories

On hearing these words, the elders who were fighting fiercely felt displeased because they had a beard as well. "Kid, we're all warriors. It's common for us to cultivate in seclusion for a few decades, so our hair and beard would naturally grow thick," said the Elder Ancestor of the Zang family. "I see." Chu Xun was enlightened. "I thought that the longer we live, the thicker our hair will be. But it's too sloppy. It's not convenient for us to eat or do anything with such a thick beard, especially when we drink porridge. It's disgusting to even think about it. Can't you bring a razor with you when you are in seclusion?"

Elder Chase stated closing the door behind him. Elder Chase had a shorter stature, he had light brown hair with speckles of gray mixed in. He had a well-trimmed beard that covered the lower half of his face. He appeared to be in his early sixties so in wolf years he was probably over 125 years old.

The sea beast king could not devour Andrius and quickly dodged the life-threatening move. Whoosh! The old man arrived beside Andrius in less than a second. His speed was simply unbelievable. It shocked everyone present. They looked closer. The man had white hair and a beard, but his face was ruddy and gave off an elegant demeanor. There was no doubt that he was a true expert in cultivation. Otherwise, he could not have made such a dramatic entrance. The sea beast king regained his senses and roared in anger, “Stand in my way and die!”

His broad shoulders strained against the fabric of a worn-out, site worker's blue overall, hinting at the strength concealed inside that body. His face was weathered, lines etched across his forehead and around his piercing eyes. A rugged ginger beard adorned his square jaw, and his buzzcut was terribly cut, adding to the aura of raw masculinity that surrounded him. One of his eyes was an electric blue, and the other was pure white with no color—it unnerved me. His hands, rough and calloused, gripped an equally worn-out polyester cap.

“Yes! You do seem like a lovely lady with a lovely temperament so I'm sure it'll be easy peasy for you.” “Okay,” I said. “By the way, why do you have white hair? You don't seem overly old so why?” Arthur chuckled lightheartedly, “Well, it's just in my genes.” “I see. Well, sorry If that came out a bit wrong.” “Absolutely not,” he said. “I understand what you mean. A lot of people have come up to me just to ask me what is wrong with my hair. I always tell them the same thing. Genes.”