Chapter 218 Parents' Love

Kunyi had never seen Qingming look so young and inexperienced.

The immortals of the ancient immortal clan, if you calculate carefully, are over ninety years old when they are born. They are born with knowledge, and when they are born, they are in the appearance of a child, but as long as they want, they can transform into any age and appearance they want in the blink of an eye.

Qingming is the heir to the immortal position of the Golden Crow clan. From birth, in order to establish his authority in the Nine Heavens, he directly transformed into a mature and composed adult appearance.

Later, relying on his own abilities and supporters, he ascended to the throne and for tens of thousands of years, his imperial power was even more awe-inspiring, and his temperament was noble.

He rarely showed his joy, anger, love, or desire, and because of the divine punishment of evil, he was sparing with his words and cautious in his speech.

But at this moment...

Kunyi watched Qingming leap and bound, his youthful and handsome face flitting about in the forest like a butterfly.

"Senior Sister Li! Your swordsmanship is simply unparalleled! You killed that spirit beast with such speed and power, it was incredibly impressive! Hahahaha!"

"Second Senior Brother, I knew you were good! If it weren't for your whip entangled that spirit beast's hind legs, my life would have been in grave danger!"

"Fellow Daoist Yun..."

The clear, melodious voice beside me was not deliberately lowered; it was like a babbling brook, pouring out joyfully and unrestrainedly.

Kunyi felt a faint throbbing in her temples, finding it impossible to adapt to the glib, frivolous, and rude Qingming.

She used even more force to wipe the sword, her pent-up anger almost coalescing into lightning, condensing into a tangible whip of lightning, to lash the unruly man until he howled in pain before she could feel satisfied.

However, it didn't work.

After the Qingming Sacrifice, all the souls scattered into the myriad realms. Now, he has been reincarnated as a human in this realm, but it is not even a complete soul rebirth. He has long forgotten his past life and cannot be bound or demanded by the doctrines he once had for the Heavenly Emperor.

Unless he experiences the tribulation of ascension, he will never regain his past memories and cannot be considered a complete Qingming.

Kunyi suppressed her anger, avoided looking at him, and only frowned slightly, focusing on wiping the already gleaming longsword.

The sword's blade gleamed coldly in the moonlight, its radiance as icy as her frosty expression and icy soul.

Even her fellow disciples who came with her sat at a distance from her because of her aloof and indifferent demeanor.

Only Qingming, who had been chirping like a little bird, seemed oblivious to any subtle meaning, and fluttered up to Kunyi, loudly proclaiming, "Fellow Daoist Kunyi, I heard from your junior sister that your name is Kunyi!"

Qingming's eyes were a deep crimson gold, shining like two blazing suns fallen from the heavens into the twilight of the mountain forest.

He looked at Kunyi, smiling to reveal his pearly white teeth, and praised her generously: "Today's spirit beast owes a great debt to Fellow Daoist Kunyi's fatal blow! It actually pierced straight through the spirit beast's skull to its spiritual platform. The sword energy was truly fierce!"

"Fellow Daoist Kunyi, the fellow Daoists from all sects have already discussed this. We'll divide the spirit beast's claws, skin, fur, flesh, and bones among ourselves, and you, the hero who killed the spirit beast, will receive the beast core. How about that?"

Kunyi's head was throbbing from his cheerful voice. She looked up at Qingming, glanced at him, and quickly looked away, tightening her grip on her longsword.

no.

It's too harmful to the eyes.

If she watched any longer, Kunyi was afraid that she would pick up a sword and start killing people herself.

Kunyi frowned deeply and remained silent for a moment.

The other cultivators, who were listening intently and waiting to see Kun's demeanor, all felt a slight unease.

This Fellow Daoist Kunyi is indeed an amazing swordsman. Her sword energy is accompanied by faint flashes of lightning, making her fierce and awe-inspiring. Among them, if we talk about individual combat strength, no one can match her.

In the previous battle, she pierced through the beast's bone with a single sword strike, instantly shattering the spiritual sea of ​​a fourth-tier spirit beast. She truly deserves the greatest credit.

But if she's still not satisfied with the beast core... those of them who hunt with her can't allow her to monopolize the spirit beast.

For a moment, everyone waited for Kunyi's reaction.

After a moment, Kunyi looked around at everyone and said, "It's fine."

Everyone happily decided on the allocation of the spirit beasts, and the next step was to take a short rest and divide the spirit beasts.

After cleaning her sword, Kunyi sat and watched the battle unfold, not participating in the division of the spirit beasts, as if she didn't care whether she got a share or not.

Of course, faced with absolute strength, these people wouldn't dare to take Kunyi's share.

After dividing it up, the kind-hearted Qingming rinsed the beast core clean in the stream and presented it to Kunyi like a treasure, saying to her, "Fellow Daoist Kunyi, this is your spirit beast core."

Kunyi didn't even lift her eyelids this time, afraid that seeing Qingming's grinning face would ignite her anger.

Even if he lost his memory and was reincarnated, how could Qingming be so stupid?

He spent the whole day as the main force in dividing the spirit beasts, getting covered in blood, but he took the least amount of stuff. Clearly, although those people called him affectionately, no one really respected him.

Kunyi stared coldly at him. He'd only gotten two spirit beast claws, and he was already smugly saying he'd make a dagger. It was simply...

Kunyi took a deep breath and then slowly exhaled.

It was already dark when everyone lit a fire in the spacious natural cave.

The firelight flickered, and the group, having achieved their "first victory," didn't care about the injuries they had sustained. They sat around the fire, unable to hide their excitement.

Kunyi never joined the group. When someone invited her to eat the game they had hunted, she refused and sat alone to the side, meditating, appearing particularly aloof.

Her unsociable demeanor naturally displeased the cultivators who had formed alliances and groups.

Beside the campfire, someone couldn't help but say sourly, "Is this fellow Daoist Kunyi from your Tianbao Sect a disciple of the sect leader? She truly has an arrogant and disdainful attitude..."

The cultivator who came with Kunyi whispered, "No, she is a newly joined inner disciple of the sect. It is said that she was a rogue cultivator before and had not yet chosen a master. If she does well in this secret realm competition, she may become a disciple of the sect leader."

It was surprising that she had no master or mentor to guide her. Some people were astonished: "How can a rogue cultivator's swordsmanship be so good? Could it be that this Fellow Daoist Kunyi has received some great opportunity..."

...

The crowd murmured amongst themselves, not with much malice, but simply because they disliked Kunyi's aloof and unsociable behavior.

Kunyi heard it but pretended not to hear it, and sat down to meditate with her sword in hand, unmoved by the wind.

However... Qingming, this "butterfly," still flew around the venue tirelessly, chatting and laughing, and getting along well with everyone.

As Kunyi listened to his frivolous laughter, in which he was calling someone "Junior Sister," tiny veins on her forehead bulged again.

She intends to ascend to the highest realm with Qingming's reincarnation, but if he incurs any karmic debts due to his unrestrained and frivolous nature, Kunyi would not hesitate to personally send him back into the cycle of reincarnation.

In short, it means: obey and you'll be carried; disobey and you'll be killed.

Just as her heart was boiling with murderous intent, the "butterfly" flew around and landed beside her.

He sat down next to her as if they were old friends and called out softly, "Fellow Daoist Kunyi, Fellow Daoist Kunyi?"

Kunyi: "..." She opened her eyes impatiently.

Then she saw a bright red, ripe wild fruit, exuding a fragrant aroma, being presented to her.

"Have some food. Fellow Daoist Kunyi, you must not have practiced fasting before. Your training has just begun, and you will encounter more spirit beasts in the future. You need to maintain your best condition."

His azure-gold eyes shone brighter than the firelight as he looked at Kunyi and said, "You seem to dislike meaty food. These wild fruits are very sweet, why don't you try some?"

Kunyi's gaze first fell on the fruit, then swept across the crowd. The group was exchanging pleasantries and chatting around the fire, but no one was holding the fruit.

Qingming seemed to know what Kunyi was looking at, and lowered his voice further, saying, "There's no one else here. I searched for miles before finding this one that's perfectly ripe and not bitter..."

Kunyi looked at Qingming again, staring at his face until he became somewhat uneasy before finally moving.

Kunyi took the fruit, brought it to her lips, and took a bite.

Crunchy.

sweet.

Qingming stared blankly at the glistening juice stains on the corners of her lips.

Thinking of her heroic figure who had killed the spirit beast with a single sword strike, it was as if a goddess had descended to punish her.

Kunyi noticed his gaze and looked at him. Qingming's infatuated expression hadn't yet faded when he jumped up as if someone had stabbed him, saying, "I'm going to eat some rabbit meat..." and ran off in a daze.

Kunyi stared at his back, watching as the young man stumbled slightly, but his supple and slender waist twisted in mid-air, quickly regaining his balance.

Kunyi took another bite of the fruit.

Sweet juice splashed in my mouth.

It was as if a ferocious beast had bitten off the flesh and vertebrae of its prey.

Nothing was said that night.

The group traveled together again the next day.

The training grounds were filled with countless spirit beasts ranging from the first to the seventh rank. They cooperated with each other along the way and peacefully divided their prey, which was quite harmonious.

As the group ventured deeper into the heart of the training forest, they encountered increasingly higher-level spirit beasts, more and more people were injured, and they even gathered together several cultivators from other sects. Kunyi gradually began to sense something different.

Qingming cares about whoever is injured, running around busily. At first glance, it seems like he's being bossed around, and every time the prey is divided, he gets a pitifully small share.

However, as more and more people were forced to withdraw from the training and crushed their jade tokens to leave the secret realm, Qingming stayed by their side until the very end, and also picked up the most training gains that others could not take away.

He was also very popular, generous and amiable, and no one was jealous that his storage bag was already full.

Although Qingming's cultivation level was mediocre, ranking only in the lower middle among the group, he had only suffered minor injuries so far. He was extremely skilled at commanding battles based on the spiritual attributes and techniques of the other participants.

When he first shouted at the station, naturally no one listened.

But those who ignored his well-intentioned advice were either seriously injured or forced to crush their jade tokens and leave the training ground.

After several repetitions, everyone began to unconsciously listen to Qingming's reminders.

By this time, they had been working together for five days, and Qingming had already become the leader of the cultivators from various sects.

When faced with a difficult prey, everyone instinctively looked at Qingming, waiting for his "brilliant plan" to deal with it.

Kunyi cooperated very well with his commands and became the team's trump card. From beginning to end, she basically did not participate in the hunt except when she was killing the spirit beast's vital points.

The entire team, a motley crew of no fewer than seven or eight sect cultivators, was organized by Qingming into a formidable force that could overwhelm the entire training ground in just a few days.

Kunyi finally started to find Qingming more agreeable.

That's right.

If he's truly a heartless, incompetent fool in this life, Kunyi fears she'll eventually lose her temper and chop him up.

If the cultivators are injured in battle and can no longer hold on, they must withdraw. What they leave behind must be specifically given to Qingming by name. If anyone else tries to take it, they are going against the entire sect.

Because Qingming promised everyone that as long as he won, he would help them obtain what they had gained from their training, and they would only receive a small share.

If Kunyi made such a promise, none of these people would believe it, because Kunyi is too strong. If she really didn't return what she gained from the training after leaving the training secret realm, they really wouldn't be able to do anything about it.

But Qingming is different.

His cultivation level wasn't high, he was righteous and gentle, and not very threatening, yet he came up with many ingenious plans. These people firmly believed that he could win without taking away their gains from their training.

Therefore, whenever they encountered troublesome spirit beasts that required human sacrifice, these people would not shirk their responsibilities and would obey Qingming's arrangements.

Barring any unforeseen circumstances, their team, which gathers all five elements and possesses unique strengths in swords, spears, and halberds, is bound to emerge victorious in this trial.

But just as they ventured deep into the mountains, on their way to the exit of the training grounds and achieve a perfect victory, an unexpected event occurred.

At the exit, a ninth-tier spirit beast appeared, which was something that these novice cultivators could not possibly deal with.

No matter how skilled Qingming was in command, the group was still utterly defeated in a single encounter.

When they left the secret realm, they didn't even have time to entrust their gains from the experience to Qingming, because Qingming was also swept away by the giant tail of the spirit beast. He crashed into the rocks, and his fate was unknown.

In their final battle, very few managed to crush the jade tablet; most perished instantly within the secret realm.

This is what a monk is.

Those who defy fate may perish at any moment.

Kunyi was also injured by the powerful spiritual energy of the spirit beast, but she managed to hold on and carry the unconscious Qingming away from the range of the spirit beast's attack at the critical moment.

The other cultivators who fainted before they could crush the jade tablets were unfortunately trampled into mud by the enraged ninth-tier spirit beast.

Kunyi carried Qingming and fled at top speed, but was chased by the enraged spirit beast for more than ten miles. She had no choice but to jump off a cliff with Qingming in her arms.

Below the cliff was a deep pool formed by the convergence of rushing streams. The two people fell into the pool, their presence concealed by the current. Only then did the spirit beast finally give up the pursuit after roaring a few times.

Kunyi struggled to stay conscious. Her sword had fallen to the bottom of the water and was nowhere to be found. She pulled Qingming to prevent him from being swept away by the undercurrent to the unknown bottom of the pool. Clinging to the rocks on the pool wall, she struggled to float to the surface.

The two finally escaped the undercurrent and surfaced.

Kunyi's internal organs were shattered, and she coughed up blood. She crawled and dragged Qingming to the shore.

Qingming's face was ashen, his bright eyes were tightly closed, his lips were bluish-black, and the water from the pool he had been given was still flowing from the corner of his mouth, mixed with blood.

Kunyi turned him to the side and painstakingly gathered her spiritual energy to pat his back, helping him expel the stagnant blood and water.

Then, seeing that he still wasn't breathing, I pinched his nose, pried open his jaw to make him crane his neck, and covered his lips to give him mouth-to-mouth resuscitation.

After blowing for a long time, Qingming's eyelashes finally twitched slightly, and he coughed up a mouthful of blood.

Kunyi was exhausted at this point, and collapsed by the water, unconscious.

Parents' love story is here! [Laughing]