Rong Lianhu and Fu Ya finally relented and nodded: "When does Brother Qingxuan plan to leave?"

Qing Xuanzi is right. For Jiaojiao's safety, they must agree to let Rong Jiaojiao go to the immortal mountain to cultivate.

Qing Xuanzi breathed a sigh of relief. He had been worried that they would be reluctant and unwilling to agree, but it was best that they understood.

He replied, "I plan to take her away after I've spoken to you."

Fu Ya said anxiously, "Why the rush? You should stay a few more days so I can prepare some clothes for Jiaojiao!"

Qing Xuanzi shook his head: "The sect has everything, and the clothes are all specially made and can't be worn in the mortal world. Moreover, the longer it takes, the greater the chance that the demon spirit will find her, so we must hurry."

Upon hearing this, Fu Ya finally couldn't hold back her tears and said in a choked voice, "Then... then okay, Brother Qingxuan, wait for me for a moment, I'll go in and pack Jiao Bao's things."

After saying that, Fu Ya carried Rong Jiaojiao into the inner room. While taking out the new sweater she had prepared for Rong Jiaojiao, as well as the new clothes she would wear for the New Year, she whispered to Rong Jiaojiao, "Jiaobao, you must listen to your master and cultivate well on the immortal mountain. When you have learned your skills, come home to see us as soon as possible, okay?"

Although Rong Jiaojiao couldn't understand her mother's pain, she cried along with her mother when she saw her crying: "Mom, I will cultivate diligently and wait for me to come back to protect you."

Fu Ya felt a warmth in her heart. Holding back her tears, she smiled and said, "Mommy's Jiao Bao must be the most amazing. Then Mommy will wait for Jiao Bao to come back and protect us."

Outside, Rong Zhigao and Rong Zhiyuan also went back inside to take out the candy they had left for Rong Jiaojiao and the birthday gift they had prepared.

A moment later, Fu Ya came out carrying a large package and handed it to Qing Xuanzi: "Brother Qing Xuan, this is the new clothes I prepared for Jiao Bao for the New Year. I didn't prepare anything else, so I'll have to trouble you to take care of it for Jiao Bao."

Qing Xuanzi nodded and waved his hand to put the item into his sleeve.

Rong Zhigao took out the jade pendant he had carved. The pendant was originally an oval piece of jade, which Qing Xuanzi gave him to learn carving.

He divided the jade into three pieces and gave them to Rong Zhiyuan, Rong Jiaojiao, and himself as keepsakes for the three siblings.

Rong Zhigao handed the jade pendant engraved with the character "Jiao" to Rong Jiaojiao, his eyes filled with tears, but he forced a smile: "Jiaobao, this is a jade pendant your brother gave you. You must keep it safe. Every time you see it, you will think of your brothers waiting for you to come back."

Rong Jiaojiao took the jade pendant and carefully placed it in her palm. Looking at the character "Jiao" on it, she said, "Brother, I will. I will wear it every day, so it will feel like my brothers are always with me."

Rong Zhiyuan also took out the gift he had prepared, a thick sketchbook containing pictures of them training in the valley, as well as a portrait he had drawn of Rong Jiaojiao and portraits of their family.

He handed the sketchbook to Rong Jiaojiao, his voice choked with emotion: "Little sister, these are pictures your brother drew for you. If you miss home when you're in the fairy mountain, just look at these pictures, and you'll see your father, mother, and brothers."

Rong Jiaojiao took the picture book and flipped through it page by page. Every picture made her feel warm and familiar.

She looked up at her two brothers, her eyes filled with gratitude: "Brothers, thank you. I will keep these gifts safe."

Qing Xuanzi was also moved by this scene. Although Rong Jiaojiao rarely saw her family, their relationship was still very good.

Fu Ya wiped away her tears, walked to Qing Xuanzi's side, and said softly, "Brother Qing Xuan, I'll have to trouble you with Jiao Jiao from now on. Please take good care of her."

Qing Xuanzi nodded, his tone firm: "Don't worry, she is my precious disciple. As long as I live, I will never let anyone bully her."

Rong Lianhu also stepped forward: "Brother Qingxuan, you must urge her to cultivate more so that she can return as soon as possible after completing her studies."

Qing Xuanzi nodded, turned to Rong Jiaojiao, and said softly, "Jiaobao, are you ready? We're about to set off."

Rong Jiaojiao nodded. Although she was reluctant to leave her family after just seeing them, she listened to Qing Xuanzi's advice.

She clutched the jade pendant and the picture album tightly as she followed Qing Xuanzi toward the door.

Fu Ya, Rong Lianhu, Rong Zhigao, and Rong Zhiyuan saw them off at the entrance of the residential compound before stopping and watching Qing Xuanzi and Rong Jiaojiao leave.

Rong Jiaojiao kept turning back, while Fu Ya's tears flowed incessantly. She held Rong Lianhu's hand tightly, as if trying to draw some strength from him.

Rong Lianhu's eyes also reddened, but he tried his best to remain calm and gently comforted Fu Ya: "Don't cry, wife. We will see Jiao Bao again, we definitely will."

Rong Zhigao and Rong Zhiyuan couldn't help but cry. They clenched their fists tightly and silently prayed that their sister would be safe on the sacred mountain and return home soon.

Qing Xuanzi led Rong Jiaojiao out of the family compound. It was already very late at night, but his steps were firm.

That night, Qing Xuanzi arrived in the county town, and the next day he embarked on a journey to the Snowy Immortal Mountain.

After five days of swaying on the train, they finally arrived in Ula on the morning of the sixth day.

After arriving in Ula City, Qing Xuanzi did not linger. He walked for another day and finally arrived at the Immortal City at the foot of the Snowy Immortal Mountain.

The Immortal City is vast and has a long history; no one knows exactly how many years it has existed.

It is a place that has not been ravaged by war, and it is also the only place that is not bound by the town government's public-private partnership law, because what is sold here, besides grain and fruit, are all kinds of things needed by the Xuanmen (Taoist sect).

It sits on the edge of the snowy plateau, surrounded by continuous snow-capped mountains, as if it were a gateway to a fairyland.

The town's architecture is simple and elegant, with winding streets paved with bluestone slabs and wooden shops and residences on both sides, exuding an ancient and profound historical atmosphere.

The morning sun shines on the city walls, giving this ancient city a golden coat.

Qing Xuanzi led Rong Jiaojiao into the Immortal City. Rong Jiaojiao looked around curiously, her eyes full of confusion.

Rong Jiaojiao held Qing Xuanzi's hand, looking around: "Master, this place is so beautiful, but why are the people here dressed differently from us!"

Qing Xuanzi patiently explained, "This is Immortal City, near the Snowy Immortal Mountain. Most of the people living here have never left this city. Many of them have never seen the outside world and are used to traditional clothing, so they look a bit different."

Upon hearing this, Rong Jiaojiao's eyes lit up as she asked, "Master, will I be able to wear the same clothes as them from now on?"

She pointed to two women dressed in gauze dresses and fairy robes not far away. Qing Xuanzi immediately knew that the two were cultivators who had come down from the immortal mountain to play.