Chapter 222 Immortal Cultivation Passerby A (Sixteen) Passerby A's combat power is maxed out...
Ayao bit her lower lip hard, and her face gradually lost its color.
Looking at Song Ce's profile, which seemed to be sleeping peacefully, she suddenly recalled the scene of their first encounter. At that time, she had been harmed by Wen Wendan and almost lost her life to a strange beast. It was he who appeared out of nowhere and saved her life, allowing her to live safely until now.
But she... she...
From the day she learned to cultivate Qi, she always felt that she could distinguish between good and evil, right and wrong, with just her enthusiasm. Even though her fellow disciples were strict and demanding towards her, she never took it to heart.
She was maliciously plotted against in the secret realm of Wangyue Cliff, and she stubbornly saved Qu Qingfeng, insisting on taking Mingyue away... She thought she was repaying evil with kindness and doing good deeds, but only now did she belatedly realize that her so-called kindness was nothing but naivety due to her lack of experience of the cruelty of the world, and foolishness that allowed her to act recklessly because she had someone to protect her.
Yes, Mother is right. Does she deserve it?
Just then, a faint blue light suddenly emanated from Song Ce's body. The light spread from his chest and flowed slowly along the meridians of his limbs. A Yao was stunned when she saw this, and hurriedly rushed over to grab his hand, but she only passed through a warm light in vain.
"No...no...don't..."
In a moment, the youth's silhouette gradually became transparent in the warm blue light, slowly dissipating into specks of fireflies. First his arms, then his shoulders, and finally... his serene, smiling face.
His unique divine consciousness and vitality completely dissipated across the Nine Provinces continent.
Upon seeing this, Fairy Tianxin turned her face away, her brows furrowing almost imperceptibly. Had Fellow Daoist Song truly been so easily annihilated?
In just half a month, the battle of Luoxia Town became the talk of the town among cultivators across the Nine Provinces. The once-in-a-century genius cultivator of the Xuantian Sect, Fairy Tianxin, has a successor. Her only daughter, Fairy Ayao, single-handedly fought against thirty-six Golden Core cultivators from the Burning Star Sect, one of whom was the renowned Nascent Soul cultivator on the continent—the Thunder Sword Madman, Po Dahai.
Having lost almost half of its elite forces, the Burning Star Sect's strength was severely diminished, leaving it no choice but to swallow its anger. Its ranking among the lower nine sects also plummeted from third to eighth. With no other option, Sect Master Qu Tingjing had to abdicate and personally send envoys to the Profound Heaven Sect to present generous gifts as an apology.
Qu Qingfeng, the young sect leader who caused the rift between the two sects, was immediately imprisoned by the elders of the Burning Star Sect and thrown onto the Cliff of Repentance to reflect on his mistakes, never to step out of this place again for all eternity.
That night, at Jingxin Peak.
Having regained his original form, Song Ce arrived silently outside the cave where Fairy Tianxin was in seclusion without alerting anyone.
Fairy Tianxin possessed exceptional talent and was extremely skilled in divination. Therefore, she did not immediately enter a state of cultivation. Instead, she personally brewed a pot of cloud and mist tea and closed her eyes to await the arrival of the uninvited guest.
Moonlight streamed through the half-open window and fell on Tianxin's shoulder. When she opened her eyes again, a figure in blue sat down beside her without any hesitation.
"Fellow Daoist Song, you've arrived."
Song Ce picked up the teacup in front of him, took a sip, and said in a calm and even voice, "Yes."
Tianxin lowered her eyes and suddenly said, "Since you're willing to sacrifice your incarnation for Ayao, why don't you go see her? Ayao is simple-minded and can't see through you. She probably already has feelings for you..."
“Fairy.” Song Ce tapped his fingertip lightly on the table and said gently, “My karma with this child, A Yao, has been settled. Meeting again would only cause more trouble.”
Tianxin was taken aback and subconsciously looked at his calm profile. So... in the eyes of this mysterious and powerful young man, Ayao was nothing more than an innocent child.
That's enough, that's enough.
Tianxin sighed softly, then took out a lustrous white jade pendant with cloud patterns from her storage bag and pushed it over, "Fellow Daoist Song, this is what I promised you before, please accept it."
Song Ce smiled slightly, took the Peace Jade and put it into his sleeve, "In that case, thank you very much, Fairy."
"No need to thank me. Fellow Daoist Song has done a great favor for A Yao. This item is really nothing. Besides, it is of no use to me. Since Fellow Daoist Song finds it useful, I should do him a favor and also enjoy it myself."
Just as Song Ce turned to leave, Tianxin suddenly asked, "Ayao is at Mingxin Terrace right now, you..."
Are you really unwilling to see her?
Song Ce stopped in his tracks, the bright moonlight stretching his shadow long. A long time passed, long enough that Tianxin thought he was wavering, but he shook his head slightly, a faint smile on his face. "No, let her cultivate properly." With that, he stepped into the moonlight without hesitation, disappearing into the night in an instant, leaving only a faint scent of grass and trees.
At the same time, Ayao, who was sitting cross-legged, suddenly opened her eyes.
She wasn't sure if it was just her imagination, but she seemed to vaguely sense an incredibly familiar aura. However, when she focused her mind and carefully released countless strands of spiritual sense, she only detected the sounds of mountain winds, birds, beasts, and vegetation.
Ayao sighed almost inaudibly and closed her eyes again.
...
Song Ce didn't linger at the Xuan Tian Sect. He transformed into a streak of light and flew straight towards a mortal town called Tiao Xian City. Since he had already completed the additional mission assigned by 702, and had no more worries, he might as well do a few good deeds for the world!
So he concealed his cultivation, transformed into an ordinary mortal, and slowly walked towards the city gate not far away.
Within Tiaoxian City lies a renowned cultivation family—the Liu family. Although the Liu family head's cultivation level is only at the mid-stage of the Golden Core realm, he has protected the city's inhabitants for decades. As a result, the Liu family holds an extremely prestigious position in Tiaoxian City. The city's inhabitants all bow respectfully to the Liu family members, and even the city lord, who is in charge of the city, shows them deference.
Right now, four solemn-faced disciples in yellow robes are standing at the city gate. On the chest of their robes is embroidered a half-open purple double sun.
When it was Song Ce's turn, the leading yellow-robed cultivator scanned him thoroughly with his spiritual sense. After confirming that he was just an ordinary mortal, he impatiently waved his hand and said, "Go in!"
Just then, a blue figure strolled in from the horizon, not even glancing at the four disciples who were bowing to her, and hurried into the city with a slightly sullen face.
It is Mu Qingdai.
At this moment, Mu Qingdai no longer possessed the upright and righteous aura of a traditional cultivator; her surroundings were even colder and more sinister than before. It seemed that her heart had been corrupted by demonic energy, and there was no possibility of her ever recovering.
Song Ce glanced indifferently in the direction Mu Qingdai had left, then secretly attached a wisp of azure spiritual energy from his body to Mu Qingdai.
As dusk settled, Mu Qingdai arrived alone at a massive altar located beneath the city lord's mansion, its surface densely covered with eerie, black runes. And in the center of the altar, a double-petaled lotus, entirely golden, seemed to grow out of nowhere.
Mu Qingdai stood in the center of the altar, her hands forming a twisted hand gesture, muttering something under her breath. Half an hour later, two black-robed demonic cultivators emerged from the edge of the altar, bowing respectfully to her.
"Lord Mu, my master wishes to see you."
"Now?"
Mu Qingdai frowned and said coldly, "In three days, the carefully arranged formation will be completed. Why would Master summon me at this time?"
"I do not know."
"Useless trash! What use are you?" Mu Qingdai stared intently at the black-robed demonic cultivator who had replied, then directly formed her hand into a claw and crushed the demonic pearl within his body. The black-robed demonic cultivator twitched twice on the ground before turning into a pile of foul-smelling ashes.
"Your Excellency, Your Excellency, spare my life!" Upon seeing this, another demonic cultivator quickly knelt down and began to kowtow frantically.
"Get out! Go back and tell the master that although the mortal spiritual roots in Tiaoxian City are somewhat mixed, there are still tens of thousands of them. If we gather enough to make this Zhenling Golden Lotus bloom, it will be enough for the master to break through the Nascent Soul bottleneck. I will go to see him in three days."
"It is... Venerable Mu."
After the surviving demonic cultivator left, Song Ce flashed and suddenly appeared behind Mu Qingdai. The next second, a vast amount of spiritual power condensed at his fingertips, heading straight for her back.
Mu Qingdai was only at the early stage of the Golden Core realm, so naturally she couldn't sense any of Song Ce's aura. However, her absolute foresight regarding danger over the years allowed her to barely dodge this fatal blow.
She retaliated with a black slash, and seeing that her opponent was unharmed, she quickly conjured a layer of earth-yellow armor around herself. "I have no grudge against you, why do you..."
Upon seeing Song Ce's face clearly, Mu Qingdai was first stunned, then her expression changed drastically as she exclaimed, "You...you're Song Ce? You're actually alive?"
Song Ce glanced at her indifferently, "You were originally a disciple of the righteous path, why are you here plotting against the spiritual roots of mortals and aiding demonic cultivators in their evil deeds?"
"A righteous disciple?" Mu Qingdai immediately burst into laughter, her eyes filled with madness as she said, "I only made some mistakes that countless cultivators would make, yet the Jade Balance Sect crippled my cultivation and expelled me from the sect! And my family, upon learning that I had overestimated myself and offended a Nascent Soul cultivator, severed all ties with me! When I was at my wit's end, it was my master who saved me! As a cultivator, I should naturally repay this kindness and serve my master!"
Song Ce stared directly at the murderous intent churning in Mu Qingdai's eyes, his voice devoid of any emotion: "The Jade Balance Sect crippled your cultivation without cause; there must be a reason. Now you're willing to sacrifice the spiritual roots of tens of thousands of mortals for your own selfish gain. What explanation do you have for that?"
"Explanation?" Mu Qingdai suddenly stopped laughing. "In this world, everything is a dog-eat-dog world. When I lost all my cultivation and suffered all kinds of humiliation in the mortal realm, did anyone stand up for me or say a single word of justice?"
"This is your personal grudge with the Jade Balance Sect. What does it have to do with these mortals from the Immortal City?"
Upon hearing this, Mu Qingdai abruptly looked up. "What does it have to do with me? Song Ce, you are a cultivator, you should understand better than anyone that there are not so many principles to be followed in this world. Good people rarely have a good end, only those who follow their hearts can live long, isn't that right?"
"Since that's the case," Song Ce slightly raised his hand, "there's no point in saying more."
The next second, countless cyan spiritual energy threads wrapped around the Spirit-Suppressing Golden Lotus. In less than a breath, the Spirit-Suppressing Golden Lotus began to shake violently, and the golden lotus petals fell off one by one, slowly turning into a room full of faint light.
The altar runes, which were almost entirely lit up, fell silent in an instant.
"No! No!" Mu Qingdai screamed and tried to rush over, but was forcefully pushed away by a powerful blue spiritual force, and her body crashed heavily to the edge of the altar.
"You...you destroyed my master's hope! You destroyed me too! Song Ce! I'll kill you! Kill you!" Mu Qingdai's eyes were bloodshot, and her once beautiful face was now contorted with rage. She let out a shrill scream that was not human, and quickly conjured a jet-black longsword, resolutely aiming straight for Song Ce's face.
Song Ce didn't move, he just raised his hand slightly, and the black longsword melted away at a speed visible to the naked eye.
"You...your cultivation level..."
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Author's Note: [Cat emoji]
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