Chapter 39 Chapter 39 "Poor Immortal Venerable has been humiliated for years."...
Yao Ning looked at him quietly for a moment, without a trace of emotion in his black and white eyes.
She moved her feet and walked past him.
Shen Qian subconsciously pulled her hand.
Yao Ning's natal sword, Fu Guang, suddenly flew out of his body. With a flash of white light, the sharp blade slashed down. Chen Qian retracted his hand, and his five fingers were almost cut off at the root.
Yao Ning left without looking back.
Chen Qian looked at her back, and actually tasted something else from her cruel sword. His heart trembled slightly, and it felt very hot.
That night, the moon was bright in the sky and the shadows of flowers were intertwined in the courtyard. Chen Qian couldn't help but walk to the outside of Yao Ning's room and saw that the lights were still on inside.
"Aning, can I come in?"
There was no answer. Chen Qian reached out to push the door, but as soon as it creaked, he encountered resistance and could not move it any further.
Chen Qian knew that Yao Ning didn't want to see him, but he was not disappointed.
"Aning, you're leaving tomorrow, and I want to talk to you."
Yao Ning didn't answer, so Chen Qian continued, "I want to tell you that I've been attracted to you for a long time."
The breeze sways the branches of flowers, and the lanterns in the corridor cast a warm yellow halo.
The chirping of insects and the sound of pines are intertwined.
Across the door, Yao Ning, who was lying on the bed, suddenly stood up.
She let out a long breath, and through the hazy white curtains and bright lights, she looked at the tall figure reflected on the old door.
"It's just that I'm too stupid." Chen Qian said in frustration, "It took a long time for me to see my true feelings."
"That day in the Beiming Sect, I learned that it was you who had found the Nirvana Pill for me that year." Chen Qian thought of the loneliness of his youth. "I haven't been loved by my parents since I was a child. Since I have a shallow family relationship with them, I thought that I was not born worthy of being cherished and loved by others."
Warmth shone across his handsome features. "I'm used to the admiration and love of the world. If they ask something of me, I'll exchange it with them. If they ask nothing, I won't pay any attention. To me, the world is just that clear and cold."
“I never imagined that someone would be willing to go through fire and water for me without asking for anything in return.
"But at that time, I didn't even remember your name."
In the room, Yao Ning paused as he stood up, his eyes confused for a moment, and then he understood what Chen Qian was talking about.
That was five years ago. Chen Qian failed to break through the realm and was on the verge of life and death. She went to the ancient secret realm alone to retrieve the life-saving elixir.
After Shen Qian finished, she couldn't control the urge to see him, so she pretended to pass by.
The eldest sister called her, and Chen Qian was also there.
She couldn't help asking him if he was feeling better.
Chen Qian thanked her for his concern, but was polite yet distant. His handsome face was cold and handsome, which made her confused and want to worship him on the altar, but also made her sink into pain and want to trample him in the mud.
She saved his life and was seriously injured because of it, she was willing to do it. She didn't feel that she had done him a favor, nor did she think that he should be grateful if he knew it.
If you like someone, be nice to him.
This is her own business.
She can afford the sacrifice, and she can also afford the fact that after making the sacrifice, the two of them still remain strangers.
She also didn't want to repay the favor and make him look at her more.
So Chen Qian asked Yao Ning, what is your name.
Yao Ning was sad because the person she loved so much didn't even remember her name.
But it was only for a moment, and she soon felt that this was a great opportunity. Chen Qian took the initiative to ask her name, and she must make him remember it.
Yao Ning looked at the silhouette on the carved door and thought, I was obviously happy at that time, but your tone seemed sad and guilty.
Chen Qian closed his eyes in pain. "These past few days, every time I think about it, I can't sleep at night. If I had known that you would venture into the ancient secret realm alone, I would rather die than have you get hurt for me."
"No, I still don't want to die." He hastily changed his tone and said slowly, "With you in this world, I no longer feel cold. I want to live with you for a hundred years, a thousand years. I will treat you wholeheartedly in the years to come and repay my past debts."
He placed his hand on the door as if to bring himself a little closer to her.
"And that night at the inn." His brows furrowed, a pain spreading through his heart. "My crime is unforgivable, but I want to tell you that I didn't mean to strike with that sword."
"Even though I didn't know my feelings at that time, I would rather have my heart pierced by thousands of swords than hurt you in the slightest."
"There are still many debts, and I will learn to make up for them."
After saying so much in one breath, Chen Qian was not sure whether Yao Ning was listening or believing it.
"Aning, I'm not asking you to believe me, but I'm asking you to look back, okay?"
The wind sneaked into the room through the lattice window, tugged at the candle flame, and went out with a "puff".
Shen Qian watched the lights go out and the room became silent, then lowered his head in disappointment.
After a while, he raised his slightly red eyes and said softly: "Aning, take care when you go to the demon world."
After a moment of no response, he continued, "To me, you are more important than Xuan Qingzong."
After waiting for a while, I only heard the sound of the wind, and Chen Qian left in disappointment.
Inside the door, Yao Ning and Chen Qian were less than a foot away from where they had just stood. The Fuguang sword was humming and vibrating, as if it was trying to break free from its restraints and chop off half of the door.
The natal sword often acts according to the owner's wishes, but Yao Ning felt that this thing was like a demon, deliberately rebelling against him.
She held the sword tightly to stop Fu Guang from moving forward. She didn't know how long she held it like this, and a pool of blood accumulated on the ground.
Yao Ning didn't care about the injury on his hand at all. He stared coldly at the sword, opened and closed his mouth, and spoke softly.
"Evil son."
The next day, Chen Qian got up early, but found that Yao Ning's room was empty.
He hurriedly flew to the front of the mountain gate, but saw that the fairy boat of Lingfeng Land had already floated to the sky, with only a shadow left in the distance.
Chu Liangxiu also arrived late, but he didn't look disappointed.
Chen Qian looked at the horizon and murmured, "Aning, you always come and go without any worries. Don't you even give me a chance to say goodbye?"
Chu Liangxiu looked at him strangely: "Aning said goodbye to me."
Shen Qian turned to look at her.
Chu Liangxiu was completely unaware: "I came to ask for the summit myself last night."
"Before leaving, he sent me a message and had a conversation with me."
She blinked, as if realizing something: "You two live together, so why didn't Junior Sister say goodbye to you?"
Chen Qian shook his sleeves and left without saying a word.
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When Yao Ning stepped onto the fairy boat, he realized that the great wealth of the Nine Continents in Lingfeng was not just a reputation.
This immortal boat should be driven by formations and spirit stones. It is ten times larger than the one Yao Ning saw in Tianshu Sect. Yao Ning silently calculated the amount of spirit stones consumed in one hour and was so shocked that he almost lost his balance.
The immortal boat floated through the air, stirring up the sea of clouds. The cabins were furnished with magnificent rooms, but only those of high status, such as the Buddhist disciples of Brahma Temple and the young masters of the Beiming Sect, could stay there. The rest of the ordinary cultivators could only squeeze onto the deck.
However, the Lingfeng Immortal Boat is unique to Jiuzhou, and it is a great honor to be able to ride on it once. Everyone said that they enjoyed it even if they had to squeeze on the deck.
Yao Ning agreed with this and found a good spot with a wide view. He lay down on a chair, bathed in the sunlight and cloud shadows, felt the breeze on his face, and leisurely enjoyed this hard-earned half-day of leisure.
The immortal boat went to the middle earth.
There was a low and noisy voice in his ears. Yao Ning had a restless sleep all night and couldn't help feeling a little sleepy.
In a daze, I heard a somewhat sharp female voice.
"Hey, where does that smell of mud come from?"
The voice was sharp and high, like a sword piercing into the chaos, and Yao Ning suddenly became more sober.
She lifted her eyelids and looked, only to see two women in richly adorned clothes not far away. One had a long face and narrow eyes, and was born charming and affectionate; the other wore a red dress and gold ornaments, sparkling in the sun.
Red clothes and gold jewelry. Yao Ning paused, vaguely feeling that the girl's outfit was quite similar to his own in the past.
But after Zhongze, she had abandoned this outfit and now only wore the ordinary white clothing of the Xuanqing Sect, with her hair simply tied into a bun.
The one who had just spoken was the charming woman with a long face, so the woman in red took over the conversation: "Sister Liu, you're joking. The immortal boats in Lingfeng Land are all honorable cultivators from the major sects of the Nine Continents. There's no such thing as poor and dirt-smelling people."
The red-dressed woman said this, covering her mouth with her hands and giving a charming smile: "However, if that lowly person sneaked into Zhilan's room, it's no wonder that my sister, who is so precious, is extra sensitive."
The long-faced woman held her head high, glanced sideways, and covered her nose as she said, "Even the lowest servants in my family are of nobler origin than hers. It's also because the master is so kind that even a cat or a dog can ride on the same immortal boat with me."
The red-dressed woman echoed, "That's right. The Sect Leader is young after all, so he should divide the immortal boats into different levels and separate them according to their status."
"Do you think you've gotten lucky and married Immortal Master Shen, and that you've landed on a high? Immortals are not like the human world, and the past cannot escape the discerning eyes of cultivators."
"That's right, I'm afraid even Immortal Master Shen would feel ashamed to have such a lowly wife!"
"That's right, isn't this just divorcing someone?"
"It's a pity that the Immortal Venerable has been humiliated for so many years."
Yao Ning was originally listening to the two women's jokes with great interest, but only at the end did he realize that they were talking about him, and he was stunned.
She was not angry, but she did not expect that after so many years, the status of the families in the world of cultivation was still so strong.
Yao Ning originally thought that cultivators were detached from the mundane world and their concepts should be different from those of the secular world, but he did not expect that the immortal sect still adhered to a more traditional and ancient hierarchy of nobility and inferiority than that of the human world.
When she first entered Xuanqing Sect, she was very confused, but later she gradually understood.
Everything is due to fate.
Good fortune favors the prominent and powerful people, the wealthy and powerful families, or in other words, these people and their families are able to stand out because of their good fortune.
Practitioners go against the will of heaven, fighting for spiritual energy, fighting for skills, and also fighting for that illusory luck.
Therefore, those who are blessed with good fortune are particularly noble and respected in the world of cultivation.
Both his parents and ancestors were cultivators, and he came from a prominent family, so he was of the highest caliber.
Born as a mortal, with a wealthy family, he is second class.
Born as a cultivator, ordinary family, third class.
…
At the bottom of such a strict hierarchy is someone like Yao Ning, whose parents are the lowest of all mortals.
Coming from a humble background, even if one is gifted, it is not logical for him to achieve the highest level of cultivation.
Yao Ning is the exception.
Gu Wuchen blocked the news of Yao Ningzhongze's breakthrough, and usually did not let her stand out in the sect, for fear that her shallow luck would not be able to withstand the overly strong talent and cultivation, and she would eventually suffer the backlash of heaven.
Therefore, within the Nine Continents, Yao Ning was just an unknown person. If she had some fame, it was only because she was Chen Qian's Taoist partner.
Of course, it was.
"If you say that the Immortal Venerable doesn't despise her, I'd be the first to disagree. If the Immortal Venerable thinks highly of her, why didn't he bring her in-laws from the mortal world to the Xuanqing Sect to take care of them after they became Taoists? Isn't that simply because he despises her unpresentable background?"
"Your Excellency, this is not your fault. Just imagine, if Lai Fu, the Night Fragrance Pourer from my family, became your husband, would you be able to hold your head high among the Immortal Sect?"
"Sister, what you said is too vicious!"
"Don't be angry, sister. She is not as good as Lai Fu."
The two of them were angry at one moment and then reconciled as before, chatting and laughing as if no one was around.
Yao Ning didn't feel much about it. Her background was not something she could choose, and she had never felt down about it.
The two men saw that Yao Ning was still lying in the sun leisurely without even looking at them after mocking them for a long time, and they immediately became angry.
This person must be acting like this to embarrass them!
The long-faced woman sneered, "To be honest—a person of such low status shouldn't be accepted into the Immortal Sect. I heard that when she first entered the sect, the elders kept making excuses and refused to accept her. In the end, if it weren't for Sect Master Gu's kindness, she would have become a servant."
"Sect Master Gu isn't a big shot. His cultivation is mediocre. Xuanqing Sect relies entirely on the majesty of Daojun. In my opinion, the position of Sect Master should belong to Daojun. He's an old man, and he's shameless in occupying Daojun's position!"
"That's it. As the saying goes, birds of a feather flock together. Like pot, like lid. Like master, like apprentice—"
Before the long-faced woman finished her words, she turned her head and saw a long sword with a cold glow reaching her forehead in the blink of an eye.
Fu Guang was less than an inch away from her forehead. The sharp sword intent lifted her long hair and clothes, and the nanmu chair under her was instantly turned into powder.
On the other side, Yao Ning lazily lifted his eyelids, with a hint of coldness in his eyes.
The long-faced woman wanted to escape, but the energy in her body was locked and she couldn't move at all.
"My master's cultivation is mediocre, and I am the most unsuccessful among his disciples."
She looked at Yao Ning in horror as he slowly leaned over.
He said calmly, "Today, I, a useless disciple, will ask for your advice on behalf of Master."
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