"I miss my master on the first day she's gone."
"I miss my master on the second day after she left."
"On the third day since my master left, I still miss her."
...
"On the thirty-seventh day since my master left, I still miss her."
“My master treated me like a stepmother, but I treated my master like my own mother.”
"You, you, can you stop talking? What's so good about that woman? Is it because I've treated you badly?" Jinwu maliciously threw him off the mountain. "Tell me, what's the use of you coming back? They've even sealed off your mountain gate."
Wanzhang Peak was closed off when Wen Jingge led his disciples down the mountain. The Three-Legged Golden Crow and the old Taoist appeared halfway through the journey. In order to save those who were injured by Ya Qing, Yuan Qingling took them back to Xuanyun Sect.
He originally thought that while his senior uncles were treating those people, he could happily water the flowers, bask in the sun, and soak in the spiritual spring on Wanzhang Peak, thus entering old age ahead of time.
No, that's not right. He is an elderly man, even though he looks younger.
But,
He never expected that his master's greed would hurt his young heart. He didn't have the key to return to Wanzhang Peak and could only stay on Lingxiao Peak.
Yuan Qingling felt the sound of wind rushing past his ears; the sensation of falling brought him only death, no excitement.
The golden crow, instead of being provoked, flapped its wings and swept over, placing him on the ground. It said with exasperation, "Those people's poison will be cured soon. I'll go with you to find your master then!"
Such things happen every day on Lingxiao Peak, and Yuan Qingling enjoys it immensely, while Jinwu is driven almost crazy.
As he smiled knowingly, the Golden Crow flew into the sky with disdain, saying, "You humans are really disgusting."
Yuan Qingling chuckled foolishly, the sound of wheels rolling behind him. He turned around and said, "Hello, Uncle Ai."
“I’m not much older than you.” Ai Fengling was a refined person, and like Wen Jinge in the past, he preferred quiet.
Before Liang Si was recognized by Wen Jinge, he was the only disciple on the mountain. Later, when Liang Si returned, it just so happened that Wen Jinge was recruiting disciples, so he also took two people with him.
The hardships of tool repair are beyond the comprehension of ordinary people.
While it's called weapon cultivation, it often requires combining it with other cultivation methods to create something ingenious, allowing the weapon to fight as another version of oneself.
Many weapon repairers embark on this path only when they have no other options, such as Ai Fengling.
Now only Ai Fengling remains on the mountain. The two disciples, unable to bear the difficulty of teaching, one went to Sumeru Peak to learn formations, while the other headed to the outer mountains.
"He's probably in his sixties or seventies!"
Ai Fengling is the youngest, but her talent is no less than that of Wen Jinge.
This also made him the first person in the Xuan Yun Sect to be targeted by the Demon Clan. If Wen Jingge hadn't suggested that he take a different path back then, he probably would have already committed suicide.
“…” Yuan Qingling’s lips twitched.
"Compared to you all, I really do look like an old man." He seemed to remember something. "It's been a long time since this mountain has been this lively. No wonder my senior sister's heart has softened a lot with you kids around."
"Soft-hearted?" Yuan Qingling's expression became even more strange.
He didn't know whether he was soft-hearted or not; he knew that his master was cool when fighting, but also wicked when saving people and liked to tease them. He had experienced it firsthand.
"Yes! She's become much softer-hearted than before, to the point that the young men on this mountain aren't afraid of her anymore." His fingers tapped on the armrest of his wheelchair, the wooden armrest making a clattering sound.
"Please enlighten me, Uncle." Yuan Qingling believed that he had not been a gentleman in the past, but he had not done anything to wrong Wen Jinge.
Ai Fengling is usually a man of few words, so for her to say something like this, she must have discovered something.
"Can I borrow your golden crow?" he said, then shook his head. "Never mind, it's not yours, it might get in the way."
"Hey! Cripple, who are you calling a nuisance?" The golden crow fluttered out of the bushes, then transformed back into human form after landing. "You're just like that Wen guy, you both love to curse."
"Don't talk nonsense!" Yuan Qingling slapped his forehead. "This is my martial uncle, watch your mouth."
"It's nothing." He shook his head. "It's a demon! I can understand."
"Hmph! You cripple!"
"If you keep doing this, you won't be able to absorb even a single trace of demonic energy from me!"
"I...I won't dare again." Jinwu instantly deflated, glaring fiercely at Ai Fengling. "Don't think I'm afraid of you. Let me tell you, I'm not afraid of you!"
Ai Fengling just smiled and handed a box to Yuan Qingling. The box was very small, made of mahogany, and only about the size of a fingernail.
"Tonight, go to the Burning Heaven Sect and slip this small box under your master's longevity tablet."
"Stuff it in?"
"Yes, I made her jade pendant; it can be inserted."
The Longevity Token is no ordinary object; it symbolizes the life and death of a Xuan Master, which is no small matter. Yuan Qingling hesitated for a moment, "Uncle-Master, you just said that someone disrespected Master..."
“I don’t know who it is yet,” Ai Fengling said. “It’s just that I’ve been on this mountain for a long time and have heard a lot of rumors.”
Yuan Qingling wanted to say that only he lived on Lingxiao Peak, so where did he hear these rumors? But then she thought that her uncle's fate had been miserable enough, so it was better not to provoke him.
"If you believe me, I will do this."
"Disciple has heard that the Burning Heaven Sect was Master's tribulation, which is why Master lost his memory there?"
Ai Fengling looked at him for a while, her thoughts drifting and her gaze wandering. "I don't know if it's a calamity or not, I only know that she should have suffered half of what I have."
Ai Fengling didn't explain to him what was in the box. Seeing that he was about to leave, Yuan Qingling asked again, "What does Uncle-Master need the Golden Crow for?"
He paused in pushing the wheelchair. "Help me find a person, or a place. The Golden Crow is an extremely yang creature, and moreover, it has three legs. There aren't many in this world that I can think of."
"Where? I've suddenly become interested seeing you two so lifeless." Jinwu rested his chin on his hand, impatiently. "Ugh, tell me if you want, or I'll kill you. Um, Master Ai, if you don't tell me, I'll break down your window tonight and keep you up all night."
"Shut up!" Yuan Qingling had a headache.
"You can choose any one of the four places."
Which four?
"Qingqiu Lake, Dianshan Mountain, Pingchuan Valley, Mogan City."
“Never heard of it.” Jinwu picked at his ear. “I’ve traveled all over the country with the old Taoist all these years, and I’ve never heard of these four names. I do know Qingqiu, though. The old Taoist said it’s the only holy land for the demon race, but no one knows where the entrance is.”
His face darkened. "Those three places in the back, are they going to be like Qingqiu Lake? You, surnamed Ai, are you playing me?"
“I want to ask God,” he said calmly, unperturbed, “if God really exists.”
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