The next day, the sun was high in the sky.

Yi Cheng and the others woke up from their deep sleep, got dressed, and rushed outside.

"Little Fatty, hurry up! It rained heavily yesterday, there must be lots of little green dragons waiting for the geese to collect on the shore today."

"Yicheng, wait a minute, I'll go to the kitchen and get a few more small buckets."

"Squeak, should we carry the water tank along too?"

The group hurriedly made preparations, then each grabbed two small buckets and ran down the mountain.

Just then, a chubby little boy came running up from the back hill, waving his little hand and shouting:

"Little Martial Aunt, Little Martial Aunt, wait for me! I'm here too! I want to go fishing with you today."

Xiao Yuanbao's childhood was undoubtedly happy.

Just yesterday, Yi Cheng dragged him into the water and he almost drowned. Today, he's following Yi Cheng around excitedly, begging his junior aunt to take him on a mountain patrol.

Qin Shou stood under the peach tree in the courtyard, watched the group leave, smiled, and then continued picking his own peach blossoms.

Little Yuanbao said he wants to eat peach blossom cakes today.

In fact, Qin Shou knew that Yi Cheng definitely wanted to eat it, but since he had just beaten her yesterday, she didn't dare to tell him, so she urged Xiao Yuanbao to say it.

call out--

Suddenly, a sword light shot into the sky from the back mountain, its brilliant sword energy shattering the clouds above Turtle Mountain and soaring upwards.

Qin Shou glanced at it, then looked away.

A moment later, the sword energy dissipated, and a figure drifted down from the back mountain. It was Feng Beixuan, who had come to the mountain three years ago.

For the past few years, he has been in seclusion in the back mountains.

Qin Shou gave him a cup of enlightenment wine and taught him a unique sword technique, the Nine Swords of Absolute Heaven.

Qin Shou felt that this sword technique was very suitable for Feng Beixuan's swordsmanship.

Now, three years have passed, and Feng Beixuan's cultivation has naturally broken through to the seventh level of the Nascent Soul stage. His sword intent is also approaching perfection, and his entire aura has changed, becoming more rounded and integrated, with its sharpness restrained, like a sharp sword ready to be unleashed.

If it weren't for Yun Anran and Xiao Xuan, he would also be one of the top talents in Yunzhou.

Unfortunately, two extraordinary talents just happened to appear in Yunzhou.

Xiao Xuan, in particular, although he is still in the Nascent Soul Realm, according to him, his name is already well-known to many powerful forces in various states.

After all, there are only a handful of people in the entire Central Plains who have reached the Divine Realm in a hundred years.

"Many thanks to you for your guidance and understanding, and for your generous gifts."

Feng Beixuan straightened his clothes, bowed his head, and performed a respectful greeting.

"No need to be so polite. It's all about fate. Cultivators are all about fate. It's fate that you met me, that you became Yun Anran's junior brother, and that I gave you the Enlightenment Wine and the Absolute Heaven Sword. That's also fate."

Fate brings us together and fate separates us; simply follow your heart. If something is useful to you, then focus on your cultivation and don't worry too much about this gift.

Qin Shou waved his hand, indicating, "You may go now."

"Yes, senior."

Feng Beixuan nodded, his brows furrowing slightly. He felt that his senior's words contained profound meaning, perhaps an attempt to enlighten him, but he couldn't understand them at the moment.

"If you ever need anything in the future, senior, please feel free to send a message to the Xuantian Sword Sect, and I will certainly take care of it personally."

Feng Beixuan said something, then transformed into a sword light and disappeared from the spot.

As Qin Shou watched his departing figure, he thought to himself, "He must have thought that what I made up was very profound, but he is too shallow to understand it."

"Would you like to play a game of chess?"

At this moment, Song Ningsheng materialized and sat on the chessboard under the peach tree, smiling slightly.

Qin Shou glanced at him. "You lose every time. Who gave you the courage?"

"???"

Song Ningsheng silently put the chess piece he had just picked up back down.

I was initially in high spirits, but after what he said, I suddenly lost interest.

Indeed, playing chess with a deadbeat is truly boring.

But then again, isn't it precisely because he's bored that he always plays chess with this old scoundrel?

"During this time, I suddenly remembered that I had once studied a scripture in the Heavenly Witch Ancestral Cave of the Witch Clan. This method was quite strange and mysterious, and had the effect of summoning souls. However, I did not study it completely; I only remembered two or three parts. I have never used it, and I do not know how effective it is."

Song Ningsheng stopped there.

Because he knew that Qin Shou had already understood.

"Summoning a soul?"

Qin Shou stopped what he was doing, his brows furrowing deeply.

Yi Cheng's soul was born incomplete, or even fragmented.

Logically speaking, she shouldn't have been able to survive, but not only did she survive, she thrived and became even more terrifying in her cultivation.

However, as everyone knows, when a cultivator reaches a certain level and wants to ascend to immortality, their soul must withstand the heavenly tribulation intact in order to bathe in the immortal light and ascend to become an immortal.

Yi Cheng's situation was very strange, and Qin Shou didn't know whether her incomplete soul would affect her future ascension.

Are you confident?

Qin Shou asked.

But I was very hesitant.

He felt that Yi Cheng was doing quite well now, carefree.

He was also worried. If he succeeded and completed Yi Cheng's soul, would she still be the same Yi Cheng? Would her mindset change? Would there be other unpredictable consequences...?

"Are there any risks?"

Qin Shou looked at Song Ningsheng.

"Yes, and they are very large."

Song Ningsheng nodded solemnly.

"One reason is that I've never used this secret technique before; another is that my mastery of it is incomplete; and yet another is that the Ancestral Witch Clan has always been mysterious and powerful, and their secret techniques are incredibly diverse. Because I haven't delved into them deeply, I don't know their true extent."

"You told me there was danger?"

Qin Shou raised an eyebrow.

He was unwilling to let his apprentice take any risks unless absolutely necessary.

"As you know, your disciple was born with a fragmented soul, her mind is muddled, and she is forever stuck in the stage of childhood. If she wants to ascend in the future, she must possess a complete soul, overcome the heavenly tribulation, receive the baptism of immortal light, shed her mortal body, and achieve immortality."

Song Ningsheng explained.

In fact, he had another thought in his mind: from the first moment he saw Yi Cheng, he had a very strange feeling, a feeling similar to an old friend returning, a feeling of déjà vu.

But this feeling would vanish whenever he went to investigate, as if it were just a fleeting moment of confusion.

"Let's talk about that later."

Qin Shou waved his hand, indicating that the matter should be put on hold for now.

Anyway, Yi Cheng is only at the Nascent Soul stage now, and is still a long way from the Mahayana stage.

Most importantly, he was still worried about the risks and thought that perhaps when his cultivation level increased, he would be able to find the best solution.

"Um. "

Song Ningsheng nodded, without saying anything more.

After all, he was his apprentice, and only he could make the decisions.

The two then chatted casually as usual.

Recently, Song Ningsheng has been enjoying recounting his past as a sycophant, and Qin Shou is happy to listen to the stories.