When the villagers boasted, they often said that if they could find the sacred tree or provide information about its whereabouts, they could follow the immortals to the Cloud Heaven Realm to cultivate, and then they would also become immortals.

He didn't know what Cloud Heaven Realm was, but he did know that she was in Cloud Heaven Realm.

Whoever finds that tree can live in the same place as her.

After the sweet potatoes grew, he did not follow her advice to pluck off the flowers on top of them. Instead, he waited until the flowers were in full bloom, then picked them and wove them into a wreath.

He would weave a wreath every time it bloomed, but he didn't see her for a long time, and the wreaths withered one after another.

However, he thought she would probably come back. The immortals said that the sacred tree was on this mountain, and she was looking for that sacred tree.

Sure enough, he saw her again not long after.

...

After wave of young men and women in the village were slaughtered by demons, cultivators from the Cloud Heaven Realm, together with their senior sisters from the sect, came down from the mountain to subdue the demons. In order to protect the women and children living in the mountains, they set up a barrier outside the village to prevent demons from entering and leaving.

"Senior Sister, weren't we supposed to be looking for the Sacred Tree? Why are you meddling in these mortals again?" Ji Miaoyin scoffed. "Senior Sister, you always say I mess things up because of my personal feelings, but what are you doing now?"

What kind of senior sister is she? She's a hypocrite!

She hated seeing her hypocritical, sanctimonious appearance the most!

"Ji Miaoyin, do you know what karmic obstacles are?" The person who was still reinforcing the barrier turned around.

"Many people in this village should have been safe and sound, but your actions attracted demons to invade, yet you did not inform the sect in time."

"Their deaths are all your karmic obstacles. This is the cycle of cause and effect, and retribution is inevitable."

Ji Miaoyin bit her lip, about to speak, when she saw Daoist Mingguang Helian Sheng enter from outside the barrier. She immediately changed her tone: "Senior sister, we cultivators are inherently defying the heavens. I don't believe in karma or retribution."

"I advise you, Senior Sister, not to let your actions against me jeopardize the sect's important affairs." She sighed softly, "After all, I never intended to compete with you for the position of Senior Brother."

"You're bullying Miaoyin again!" Helian Sheng couldn't help but speak up when he saw his junior sister's helpless expression.

Upon hearing his voice, she immediately frowned. When her gaze fell on him again, it was as if she had seen something dirty. She quickly took three steps back and hurried away from the two of them.

Her time was limited, and she didn't have time to play along with their dramatic love-hate relationships.

"Senior brother, why does senior sister hate me so much? I don't even know what I did wrong..." Ji Miaoyin sobbed softly. Helian Sheng hugged her and gently comforted her, "You did nothing wrong."

"It's my fault. She deliberately made things difficult for you because of me. Don't worry, I will seek justice for you when we return to our sect."

Seeing the two so affectionate, their fellow disciples gradually dispersed.

"What's wrong with my senior brother lately?"

"Ever since Ji Miaoyin arrived, he's like a completely different person. He doesn't seem to be thinking straight anymore! I hate this kind of senior brother. Senior sister, do you still want to become his Daoist partner?"

“He probably had mental problems before,” she replied, then shook her head, a hint of worry flashing across her eyes.

The female cultivator suddenly pointed to a tree ahead and said, "Senior sister, there seems to be someone up ahead!"

Although it was already late at night, cultivators' vision was always much better than that of ordinary people.

He was pointed at, and only then did he timidly step forward.

He had been waiting here for a long time, and he couldn't help feeling a little nervous.

The village was often blessed by immortals, and he had seen people worshipping the immortals.

"Is that the strange guy from before? What's he doing?" The female cultivator next to him looked in his direction with curiosity.

He mustered his courage, looked up at the fairy, and handed her the wreath. These were flowers that had grown from the seeds she had given him, and he had made a new wreath from them.

It was late at night, and his eyesight wasn't very good. Even when he dared to look up, he couldn't make out her face clearly.

But he seemed to see a smile in the fairy's eyes. She looked at him gently and said, "These flowers grew from the seeds I gave you the other day. The flowers are so big, the fruit won't grow well."

The female cultivator beside her frowned: "Our senior sister doesn't accept gifts from mortals." This mortal was also strange; he picked a handful of wildflowers and gave them to his senior sister.

She still remembers him!

But she seemed not to accept his offerings, which made him both happy and disappointed.

The fairy reached out and took his flower wreath: "Thank you for the flowers, but don't do that again. These flowers aren't meant for decoration."

For ordinary people, being well-fed is the most important thing.

"Senior sister, let's go. That Ji Miaoyin definitely won't do her job properly, and we might have to clean up after her." The female cultivator's tone was somewhat dissatisfied.

She nodded. "Let's go."

The group quickly left the path. It was dark, and the wind was blowing as usual.

He had a different feeling than before, as if the wind was gentler, just like the wind that had carried him down from the woods that day.

...

He saw her for a long time afterward. The cultivators gave each of the survivors in the village a brocade pouch, asking them to help search for seeds of plants and trees on the mountain, and to warn of any monsters they encountered.

He also received a brocade pouch, and every day he went to look for seeds. Besides seeds, he also found other beautiful flowers.

She didn't want to accept the edible ones, but there were many beautiful flowers on the mountain, and with his skillful hands, he wove them into beautiful wreaths.

Then, when the seeds are delivered, give them all to her at once.

"Why are there wildflowers here again, Senior Sister?"

"Was it sent by that strange man? He comes every day, more diligently than anyone else here. It's a pity that those seeds aren't from the sacred tree."

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