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At first, she only saw some fragmentary images: the scene when Wu Yi picked up the white jade statue next to the Yaoxi Mountain statue when he transformed, the way he spoke to the statue, and the little movements he made to secretly nourish the statue with spiritual power.

"It's Wu Yi..."

"He's known for a long time that this statue holds a secret, right? He's been using his spiritual power to nourish it, so now... he's using the statue to pass on the power to me."

Yunxiu's mind seemed to be stuffed with a tangled mess, with countless questions colliding wildly in it, making her freeze in place, even her breathing becoming sluggish.

She remembered Wu Yi's smile when he threw the statue to her... Did he know that he might not come back?

Was it planned all along to give this statue to her?

Countless questions flooded her like a tide, making her stand still and unable to move.

The statue at her fingertips was still hot, and the unfamiliar divine power had completely merged into the divine energy in her heart, making the originally cold divine energy feel faintly warm, and even the previous pulling feeling with the residual soul of the ancient god was weakened a little.

"Xiaoyou? Are you okay?"

Seeing that her face was pale and her eyes were dull, Yingtang quickly reached out to hold her arm, and the light green spiritual power flowed along her arm to her heart.

"Are you feeling unwell?"

Yunxiu shook her head, but still couldn't speak. She looked down at the white jade statue in her palm.

At this moment, the temperature of the statue has gradually dropped, and the pale golden light has also been retracted, leaving only a faint trace of warmth remaining in the carvings.

She could feel that the unfamiliar divine power in the divine essence was slowly merging with her own power, forming a new balance, and even making her sense of the ancient god's residual soul clearer.

As the unfamiliar divine power within her divine essence completely absorbed her, Yunxiu felt her consciousness being gently lifted by a gentle force, like cotton wool soaked in warm water, drifting down the stream of memory. When she opened her eyes again, she didn't see the familiar mountain path, nor did she see Yingtang and Yanxiu.

Above my head, there is scattered sunlight shining through the branches and leaves. When the wind blows, the leaves around me rustle, bringing with them the unique fragrance of grass and trees.

Everything was unfamiliar…this wasn't her body.

She tried to move, but found that she could not control her limbs. She could only sense the light green spiritual power flowing through her body, or rather, through the tree trunk, slowly turning along the tree rings like a stream.

Looking down, you can see the tree roots digging into the moist soil, absorbing nutrients with the morning dew; looking into the distance, the vermilion wooden door of the back temple is half-open, and the copper bells hanging under the eaves are occasionally tinkled by the wind, while on the bluestone slabs in front of the temple, a white-gray bird is hopping and running.

That's...herself?

When she was still a little bird, she always liked to land on the branches of this paulownia tree.

Its wings have not yet grown hard, so it cannot fly too high. Every time it flaps its wings and lands on the shortest branch, it chirps for a long time, as if complaining about the strong wind, or as if showing off that it has flown a longer distance.

This was Wu Yi's memory. Yunxiu watched "himself" fly towards him joyfully.

It turned out that Wu Yi could clearly feel the bird's claws on the branch, with a slightly itchy weight. As the down brushed against the leaves, it left behind a subtle warmth.

Yunxiu then realized that he would quietly summon a very faint spiritual power and wrap it around the branches to help the little bird stand more steadily; when it rained, he would gather the leaves together more tightly to block most of the rain for her, leaving only sporadic raindrops falling on her back, making her jump for cover.

Back then, she seemed particularly fond of this tree. Every morning at dawn, she would fly over from the bamboo forest, perch on a branch, and preen her feathers. Sometimes, she would bring a bright red wild fruit and place it in the tree's hollow. It was the most delicious fruit she had ever found, but she couldn't bear to eat it herself, so she hid it in the tree's hollow, never knowing when she would remember it.

Time passes very slowly in my memory, so slowly that I can count the growth of each leaf and remember the time when the little bird lands on the branch every day.

One day, an immortal in a stone-colored robe arrived at the back temple. It was the master. Standing beneath a sycamore tree, his fingertips shimmering with pale golden spiritual energy, he smiled and said, "You guard the land in front of the temple and protect the lives of the mountain dwellers. It's time for you to transform."

The process was very painful. When the bark was peeled off from his limbs, it felt like a layer of flesh was being torn off, but he didn't make a sound.

After the transformation, you can see the little bird and know what she looks like after the transformation. Is she still like when she was a little bird, loving to jump around and run around with wild fruits in her mouth?

This time Yunxiu really heard his inner voice, but it was in his memory.

Having just transformed, Wu Yi wasn't quite used to his human form. The hems of his blue shirt were still stained with lingering bark, and his fingertips were still numb from his transformation. He didn't bother to straighten his robes, wanting to find Xiao Que.

But every branch was empty, with only a few leaves swaying in the wind, but no familiar little white balls.

He panicked and ran along the bluestone slabs behind the temple towards the bamboo forest. The grass and trees along the way were shaken by his hurried footsteps. It was not until he rounded a low bush that he heard the familiar chirping sound.

Oops, the little bird's wings were being pressed down by a broken branch, and it was flapping on the ground.

Wu Yi couldn't help laughing. Xiao Que protested on the ground.

Wu Yi immediately squatted down and lifted her up. Seeing that it was him, Xiao Que gradually calmed down and tilted her head to rub his fingertips.

From that day on, Wu Yi would come to the bamboo forest every day to look for Little Sparrow. He would place the sweetest wild fruits he could find in front of her. Sometimes, when Little Sparrow was tired of flying, she would perch on his shoulder and close her eyes to take a nap.

This went on for about half a year. One morning, Wu Yi had just walked into the bamboo forest when he saw a small bird land on a piece of bluestone, its body radiating a faint white light.

It's a sign of transformation... It's transforming on its own without any guidance! Wu Yi turned and ran, calling all his senior brothers and sisters.

The white light became brighter and brighter, and the silhouette of the little bird gradually lengthened in the light. Its down slowly faded away, turning into a plain robe. Until the light faded away, a little girl with two buns and a silver bell tied to her hair was sitting on the bluestone, rubbing her eyes.

"Who are you?"

The little girl looked up at him, her eyes full of confusion.

Wu Yi's heart skipped a beat. He squatted down and said with a smile, "My name is Wu Yi. I'm your senior brother, call me senior brother!"

The little guy took a look and pouted: "You look about the same age as me, I won't scream."

Wu Yi cried out and complained to his senior brothers and sisters: "Seniors, look at her! She's so rude!"

Yan Xiu seemed lost in thought. Yu Wei and Ying Tang both laughed. Jing Er put his hands on his hips and asked her, "Xiao Bao, do you know how to call people?"

Unexpectedly, the little kid meekly called out to them one by one - "Senior Brother Yan Xiu, Senior Brother Yu Wei, Senior Sister Ying Tang, Senior Sister Jing Er."

Wu Yi was stunned and shouted quickly: "What about me? What about me? What about me?"

Yunxiu looked at his "unruly" appearance.

The little kid still snorted and called out, "Wu Yi!"

"How could this happen!" Wu Yi cried, "I finally became a senior brother!"

Yunxiu was not polite. She took the wild fruit from Wuyi's hand and took a big bite. The sweet juice spread in her mouth. She smiled, revealing two small canine teeth. The sunlight fell on her face, like a layer of gold.

Wu Yi looked at her and suddenly became quiet.

He thought of the little bird that jumped around without any proper behavior every day and dared to fight with pheasants and rabbits.

It’s actually a girl???

During the long years of growing up, the two "young" fairies learned the Dharma from their master and practiced sword skills together in the back mountain.

Those small daily details make every day so vivid.

Every day before dawn, Yunxiu would drag Wuyi to the back mountains to practice swordplay. She could never hold the sword steady, and would make mistakes eight out of ten times she practiced the sword moves her master taught her. She would often swing the sword with loud clanging sounds, either hitting rocks or nearly injuring herself.

Whenever her master frowned and was about to reprimand her, Wu Yi would always quietly step forward and take the responsibility on herself.

Everyone in the mountain knew that her immortal power was unstable. After Wu Yi interrupted, no one blamed her.

But if they destroyed Senior Sister Yingtang's flowers and plants, they would be doomed. They would both have to stand outside Master's room as punishment.

Senior Sister Jing Er, who was complaining, showed no mercy: "You deserve it, little brats. Senior Sister Ying Tang treats you well, isn't she? You go to her room and play around every day."

Wu Yi held her hand and said, "Good Senior Sister, good Senior Sister, please, we really were careless. Is Senior Sister Yingtang still angry? Please ask Master for mercy for us. We will go and apologize to Senior Sister Yingtang."

Yunxiu followed behind him, looking around but not daring to speak.

Senior Sister Jing Er snorted and pulled her hand away: "I can't break this magic of Master. After standing there for a long time, don't you have to apologize?"

Yunxiu and Wuyi looked at each other, dejectedly standing outside their master's house.

Wu Yi thought that life would continue like this. They would practice swords together, go down the mountain together, and watch the vegetation of Yaoxi Mountain wither and flourish together, until they all became immortals as powerful as their master, and then together they would protect this mountain and its inhabitants.

Until the next year, when Qinglan Sect held another Immortal Sect Martial Arts Competition, the master asked him to go and gain experience.

Yunxiu naturally stayed in the mountains. Wu Yi had been there several times before and had no desire to join in the fun. Yunxiu, however, was even more concerned, chattering about it constantly. Wu Yi couldn't stand Yunxiu's constant nagging, so he finally left, carrying his sword.

At the mountain gate, Yunxiu heard Wu Yi turn his head back. He was thinking:

"She doesn't say it, but she actually wants to go."

He exerted little effort throughout the competition. Wutong's spiritual energy was inherently flexible, resilient against the strong and pliant against the weak. His vines either bound his opponents, immobilized, or his leaves blocked all attacks. In the finals, he faced the Qinglan Sect's senior brother, who wielded a black iron sword weighing a hundred pounds, his blows shaking the very air.

Wu Yi, however, used the pull of the vines to leap back and forth across the ring, like a bird darting through branches. He found the perfect opportunity to direct a wisp of spiritual energy onto the spine of his opponent's sword. Suddenly, the black iron sword became ten times heavier, and his opponent lost his grip, sending it crashing to the ground. Only then did he smile and bow, "Thank you, I win."

After the competition, he didn't return to Yaoxi Mountain immediately. His master had previously told him to go down the mountain to gain experience, see the world of the human world, and gain some experience in dealing with evil spirits.

He went south with his sword on his back.