When Yingluo stepped into the hall, she heard several outer disciples muttering while sweeping the ladder.
"It's been the fifteenth day, and Senior Sister Xiaoyun hasn't come out of seclusion yet?"
"No. She seems to be in seclusion. Junior sister went to deliver food, but there was no sound from inside the door. You have to know that as long as Senior Sister Xiaoyun is still awake, she will definitely not eat!"
"That makes sense! But why did Junior Sister suddenly go into seclusion when it wasn't a special season? Didn't she just try to fool the Sect Leader in the past?"
"If I want to know, why would I ask you?"
The cloud ladder was steep and cold, and the frost and snow never melted, so sweeping them was useless. A few disciples, utterly bored, chattered away, recounting how Senior Sister Xiaoyun was born, the lightning that killed three pigs on the roadside, and how she nearly fainted from hunger on the rooftop during her foundation-building period because she didn't like fasting pills. They focused on describing her father, the headmaster, with his greenish-black face, and chattered with great delight.
Yingluo walked over with a stern face, looked down and called out, "Hey!"
"To cultivate the sword is to cultivate the mind. Only when the mind is free of distractions can one achieve great success."
"Today I got a sword manual that is very exquisite, but I really can't practice these fifteen moves clearly. I would like to ask my senior brother to give me some guidance..."
"Of course, of course. It's my job..."
Yingluo really wanted to kick all these hypocrites down with a few kicks.
She turned back, her heart full of thoughts. The hall was extremely quiet, and the secret door was still tightly shut. Since Yun Xian entered the door fifteen days ago, there had been no sound.
Yingluo and Yunxian grew up together, and they would rather believe that she was sleeping in there than that she was practicing.
So, what is Senior Sister Xiaoyun doing?
The secret room wasn't as pitch black as everyone had imagined. Instead, it was studded with glowing pearls, illuminating the room like daylight. Yun Xian sat with her legs crossed, flipping through the pages of a book she was reading. It seemed her patience had worn thin within the past fifteen days. Frowning, she scanned the pages until her fingertips finally touched the strangely textured cover.
She closed the book, looked at the cover of the novel with strange painting style, and slowly frowned.
What the hell?
This was the storybook Yun Xian had picked up while relaxing on the couch to cool off. She'd sensed something was amiss the moment she'd received it. The Sword Pavilion contained nothing but a myriad of sword manuals and secret techniques for tranquility. Occasionally, disciples would dig out a romantic scene, as if it were a treasure, only to have the elders rip it out before the protagonists' noses were described. She'd flipped through it that day and found the page "Zhong Changyao kissed Jimo Shu madly on the lips," and she'd thought she'd suddenly developed some eye disease.
If you translate it again, it will be even more wrong.
Her name was actually in this inexplicably appearing storybook. Not only that, but also Jiange, Foxiang, Qinfang, and even her eldest brother Su Chi, whom she had only heard of but never met.
This can be listed as one of the two great wonders along with her being transported to this world through the womb.
Yun Xian skimmed through the storybook and saw the ending for the Jiange sect. After a period of continuous decline, the sect's sacred sword was stolen, the sect fell into a deep sleep, and the whereabouts of the eldest brother were unknown. The Jiange sect, which had always been secluded from the world and kept out of trouble, was attacked by unknown forces who forcibly broke through the sect's protective formation. The sect leader and his fellow Taoists died in the battle, and the youngest generation barely escaped with protection, and became homeless ever since.
It was clearly just some simple words, but Yun Xian's heart tightened, and he had a feeling that this was a very serious matter.
She took the book into the secret room and read it for fifteen days, working diligently and conscientiously. After finishing it, she just wanted to cry out to the sky.
Is, is, you, sick? ? !
The storybook, centered around Jimo Shu and covering nearly several thousand pages, tells the love story of her and Zhong Changyao. She is the only saintly maiden of the Demonic Cult in a century. While traveling down the mountain, she meets Zhong Changyao, a pillar of the righteous path. She is instantly captivated and becomes deeply entangled. However, the paths of good and evil ultimately diverge, and while they clearly share a common purpose, they are burdened by the difference in their statuses, leaving them devastated and heartbroken... What a joke!
From the fifth point on, Yun Xian began to be wary of the obviously excessive number of female supporting characters. Sure enough, before long, Zhong Changyao's virginity was sacrificed to the succubus.
He said he didn't want to either.
Zhong Changyao gave his precious second time to the female assassin who was carrying out the mission.
He said he was forced.
If there is one, there will be two, if there are two, there will be three, and the descendants will be endless...
Yun Xian struggled to find the plot amidst the sea of "Tear Her Lips," realizing that the hero and heroine seemed to exist in different time and space. Zhong Changyao, the righteous man, slept with women like water and barely had a day off; while Jimo Shu, who was often called a witch for wearing cool clothes, remained chaste from beginning to end, regardless of the physical and emotional torture, the lack of money, friends, and status, she remained steadfast in her choice of Zhong Changyao.
Oh, and Zhong Changyao is also a sword cultivator. At the beginning of the story, he arrived at Jiange as an unknown, casual cultivator. Not only did his handsome appearance capture the hearts of countless girls, but he also unexpectedly outshined the other disciples of Jiange, successfully securing a spot in the Four-Way War, thus beginning his long journey to immortality.
In the ending, Zhong Changyao achieved the Great Dao, took only one scoop from the Three Thousand Weak Waters, and decided to take only Jimo Shu to ascend to the Immortal Realm. Jimo Shu was so moved that she dragged her broken body and leaned happily on her Taoist partner's chest.
And then it was over.
Yun Xian flipped through the pages all the way to the end and almost read a hole through the storybook. He discovered that no matter why Jiange was destroyed, why the eldest brother was missing, why he was in a deep sleep at that time, why only Zhong Changyao could ascend to heaven in the past thousand years, what was the identity of the unknown person in the fire robe... There were so many unclear points, but not a single one was written!
The most annoying thing is that the author of the story also added his own lament at the end:
[I know there are many things that haven't been explained clearly, but Shu'er is happy and complete, isn't that enough? Let these things become the most beautiful puzzle...]
Yun Xian: “?”
Happiness?? Perfection?? Seriously???
She is often confused by some people.
But Yun Xian's intuition was always accurate. She had a feeling that what was written in the story was very likely to happen in the future. If she didn't intervene, didn't make any changes, then Jiange would definitely end up in flames.
Of course, even if you change it, it may not work, but you have to try.
The stone door creaked twice, and Yingluo's voice, faintly concerned, came in: "Yun Xian, your father... the Sect Master has called you out of seclusion to go to the main hall. He has something to discuss with you. Are you okay? Did you faint from hunger again?"
"I'm fine!" Yun Xian stood up, brushed off the dust on his robe, and replied, "I understand."
She looked at the storybook and was about to burn it clean with her fingers, but after thinking for a moment, she stuffed the storybook into her storage ring.
She was currently only at the early stages of her Golden Core cultivation. Because she was too lazy and disliked practicing, her cultivation wasn't even among the top few in the Sword Pavilion. This might have been okay outside, but looking at the storybooks, even a Golden Core was incredibly powerful in the early stages, but inexplicably, by the end, it had become a situation where the Spirit of the God was everywhere and the Golden Core was no match for a dog. She felt she had to keep a close eye on them.
The stone gate swung open, and before Yingluo could even speak, she saw Senior Sister Xiaoyun excitedly whizzing off on her sword. The tail of her jet-black hair brushed her nose, bringing a fresh scent of grass and trees. Yingluo's breath hitched, and she held out her hand and shouted, "Wait—the Sixth Elder is on patrol today, and flying with a sword is prohibited—Ah!!"
The "Ah!!" at the end was shouted by Yun Xian together with her.
The main hall of Jiange.
Incense sticks lingered, green smoke spread, and a cold wind blew, but it could not pass through the icy sky. Behind the master's seat in the center of the main hall hung an ancient long sword. There was no scabbard, and the blade was already green.
There was no sword intent on the sword, like a pool of stagnant water, but Mu Qing knew that this was the sect's spiritual sword that guarded the mountain. The last time it saw blood was when the sect was founded. With just one strike of the sword, it killed a hundred thousand people, leaving no one alive.
"Sit down." Sect Leader Yun Lang looked at him with a smile and said directly, "Elder Mu, are you here for the Four-way War in half a month?"
He was wearing a dark blue robe and had an elegant look.
Mu Qing came back to his senses and said sensibly, "Yes."
The cultivation level of a sect leader is not lower than the level of distraction. Yun Lang's realm is at the eighth level of distraction, but it is well known that the combat effectiveness of sword cultivators cannot be compared with that of other sects. They are all very brutal.
Yun Lang asked, "Are you here for something?"
Mu Qing: "I came here with a request."
Yun Lang didn't respond, just smiled faintly and turned around.
"..." Mu Qing had seen many difficult people, so he steeled himself and said, "Your sect truly has a profound heritage. I was quite amazed all the way here. I wonder how deep that cliff protecting the sect is, with no bottom to be seen. Yet, your sect's disciples can still walk on it as if it were flat ground. They are truly courageous."
"It's not bad." Yun Lang said, "One just fell in last month."
Mu Qing: "Fall, in? Is he okay?"
"It's okay." Yun Lang told him not to worry, "I climbed up yesterday."
Mu Qing: “?!”
Yun Lang: "But that was also an accident. After all, the Sword Pavilion is built on a natural fortress. Even the most clumsy person can still practice it, unless they are really stupid..."
Before he could finish his words, a dusty girl rushed into the main hall and said, "Dad——" but when she saw there was a stranger there, she swallowed the "Dad" and changed it to "Greetings, Master."
Mu Qing recognized her identity at a glance.
Yun Xian, the only daughter of the Jiange Sect Leader. Yun Lang treated all of them equally, never giving his daughter special treatment. Yun Xian had been rebellious since childhood, disliking cultivation and even less interested in advancement, and so remained an outer disciple. Based on her cultivation level, she was a senior sister, but based on her age, she was a junior sister. Furthermore, she had a good temper and got along well with everyone, so it was unclear when everyone started calling her Senior Sister Xiaoyun, which sounded quite intimate.
"Yun Xian?" Yun Lang looked her up and down, frowning: "Where have you been?"
Yun Xian said honestly, "I just forgot I wasn't allowed to fly the sword today, so I fell off the cliff. It was so hard to climb up, I was exhausted."
Yun Lang: “…”
You should consider the occasion and time before slapping him in the face! My daughter!!
Mu Qing: "...Master Yun, since you have something to do, I will take my leave first."
He clasped his fists and added one last sentence before leaving.
"If the Eastern Realm hadn't weakened to its current state, I wouldn't have come to bother your clan." His smooth face showed some unspeakable anxiety and hesitation. Finally, he said, "If the Four-way War still fails to produce a seed with potential, the Northern Realm's garrison in Donggang may really have to..."
That’s all I have to say.
Mu Qing left.
Yun Xian had already heard the words he'd been waiting for. The Four-Way War, a scene extensively described early in the story, was also where Jimo Shu and Zhong Changyao first met. The Eastern Realm had been struggling for years, unable to muster any formidable disciples. They were overwhelmed and powerless to fight back. Shortly after the Four-Way War, the Northern Realm's garrison began to stir, finding a pretext to occupy East Port. Years of chaos followed...
"Dad." Yun Xian picked off the grass leaves on his head and said without further ado, "I'm going to fight in all directions."
Yun Lang paused and asked in surprise, "You?"
"Yes, me."
Yun Lang calculated with his fingers, thinking that this kid was probably trying to sneak down the mountain to eat candied haws again, so he didn't pay much attention to it and said casually, "If you want to go, you have to pass the selection. Only after you come out on top can we talk about whether to fight or not."
Yun Xian understood his intention to fool people and felt that he was being underestimated.
Just choose, is she afraid?
"It's you." Yun Lang called her over because he had something serious to discuss. He immediately said seriously, "I heard you were in seclusion for fifteen days? Did you go in with a storybook?"
Yun Xian was surprised: "You know this too?"
"Not only do I know, I also know the name of the storybook. 'Pure Love Witch Hot'? You're so secretive, where did you get this book from?" Yun Lang said solemnly, "I've said it before, the most important thing for a sword cultivator is to cultivate their mind! You could spend fifteen days reading that storybook. If you had that much energy in cultivation, you would have reached the Nascent Soul stage long ago! It's not that I don't have the talent, I'm just lazy. Look at you, Senior Brother, and then look at you..."
It came again and again. Yun Xian was just about to run away when he suddenly stopped and remembered the last appearance of Jiange in the storybook.
Yun Lang and Xiao Wu covered the last disciple's escape. They sacrificed their lives in the battle and finally hugged each other, slowly bleeding to death.
She suddenly felt a pang of pain in her heart.
"As sword cultivators, we only have the sword in our hearts. No other things can interfere. Love affairs, or relationships, are unimportant!" Yun Lang finished his long-winded chatter, took a sip of water, and turned to walk towards the inner hall. "Don't be trapped by love, don't be disturbed by others. Don't let anyone restrain your actions or shake your mind. Do you understand? Okay, hurry back."
"I understand." Yun Xian glanced absentmindedly at the inner palace. "Dad, why haven't you returned to the palace recently? Where's Mom?"
"I accidentally made your mother angry." Yun Lang scratched his head. "She said I'll have to sleep on the floor for two months before I can go back. Oh, it's tough."
Yun Xian: “…Oh.”
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