Upon hearing Li Song's words, Ye Wan doubted that she had misheard him.
She didn't just sleep for three years, but for three hundred years, right?
Why is the new Immortal Venerable about to ascend to the throne?
Out with the old, in with the new.
The former immortals must be long gone.
Shouldn't that be something that happens three hundred years from now?
Why was it brought forward?
After much deliberation, Ye Wan came to a conclusion: the author had changed the plot.
Li Song sighed deeply, feeling that talking to Ye Wan, that brat, was too tiring.
He had always hoped for a daughter before he got married, but now it seems that a daughter is not necessarily easier to raise than a son.
However, Li Song still carefully explained the ins and outs of the matter, hoping that Ye Wan would watch her words and not say anything that would lead to someone's death.
It's creepy.
After listening, Ye Wan nodded solemnly.
However, she had little interest in attending the Immortal Venerable's succession ceremony and planned to wander around for two days before heading straight back to Moonfall Crow Valley to wait for people to return.
Anyway, the ceremony will only last two or three days.
Su Hanjiang doesn't like to wander around outside, so once he's done, he'll definitely go back immediately.
After Li Song left, the hunting dog, as if seeking credit, dragged a rusty sword to Ye Wan.
Ye Wan's expression was slightly solemn.
This sword is not only rusty, but also chipped; it probably can't even cut a radish.
Ye Wan rubbed it with her fingers, and the oily skin didn't even break.
The search dog barked, its face full of eagerness.
It attempted to interrupt Ye Wan's hesitation with its powerful cry.
We can't let the puppy down.
After all, it was a dog that saved his life.
Ye Wan picked up her sword, found a small river, and began sharpening it on a relatively flat stone platform.
It took me a long time to get it to be barely legible.
The words "Fu Guang" are faintly engraved on the hilt of the sword.
The sword itself is mediocre, but the name it has is certainly imposing.
Fu Guang, isn't that the sun?
A group of young people passing by were greatly surprised to see a beautiful young woman sharpening a sword by the river.
No cultivator sharpens their sword like that. After signing a blood pact, the stronger one becomes, the sharper their sword will naturally become.
The woman in the lead leaned closer to Ye Wan and asked softly, "Miss, why are you sharpening this sword?"
Ye Wan replied without turning her head, "Because it's rusty!"
Another man next to the woman said, "A cultivator's sword isn't for slaughtering pigs. There's no need to sharpen it. Didn't your family teach you that?"
Ye Wan turned around, and lo and behold, it was an old acquaintance.
The one who said she was sharpening a knife to kill a pig was none other than Ma Wei, who had called her a dog three years ago (he could never get over this hurdle), and the woman next to him was Li Bing'er, the current owner of Yueyun Manor.
After three years apart, Li Bing'er seems to have become even more beautiful.
He also exudes a more composed and dignified air about him than before.
As for Ma Wei, he's still just as deserving of a scolding as before.
Ye Wan jumped up and deftly shook the water off her sword.
Ma Wei pulled Li Bing'er back a step to avoid getting splashed with rusty water.
Ye Wan pointed her half-rusted sword at Ma Wei and said, "Let's have a fight!"
"Huh? Why?"
Suddenly being targeted, Ma Wei found the woman in front of him inexplicable.
Ye Wan said, "Because you insulted me."
Ma Wei's eyes widened, and his tone became urgent: "Are you sick? What did I say to you?"
Ye Wan said, "I sharpened the sword to cut my finger and sign a blood pact with it. I was cutting myself. You say I sharpened the sword to kill a pig? Isn't that just calling me a pig?"
"You! You...you..."
Ma Wei felt his mind was blank, and after thinking for a long time, he couldn't come up with anything.
An unpleasant memory resurfaced.
There's actually another woman in the world as unreasonable as Ye Wan!
He wouldn't mind fighting Ye Wan, but he felt the fight was inexplicable and would be embarrassing if word got out.
Ye Wan provoked him again: "What? You don't dare? If you don't dare, don't talk nonsense next time!"
Ye Wan sheathed her sword and turned to leave, but was stopped by Li Bing'er.
Li Bing'er felt that Ye Wan was very familiar to her, and out of kindness, she reminded her, "Miss, this sword doesn't seem like a spiritual weapon. You should be careful if you want to sign a blood pact with it."
It wasn't that it didn't resemble a spiritual weapon, but rather that Li Bing'er could only sense extremely weak spiritual energy fluctuations emanating from this broken sword.
It is almost negligible.
It doesn't even qualify as the lowest level, level ten.
Signing a blood pact with such a useless sword would be a complete waste.
Ye Wan said nonchalantly, "It's fine, I just like the look of it."
She turned and left with a flourish.
The officer behind him showed no trace of his earlier anger; in fact, his tone was even somewhat nostalgic: "This person is truly strange, he really does resemble..."
Li Bing'er smiled sweetly: "I also think she looks like her."
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Ye Wan wandered aimlessly through the streets outside the Immortal Venerable's Mansion.
Because of the Immortal Venerable's succession ceremony, the streets became lively again, just like during the Immortal-Demon Assembly.
I passed by the perfume shop I used to visit with Ding Yumin, the restaurant where I ate with Ji Kongmeng, the steamed bun shop where I fed the puppies, and the fortune-telling stall.
However, the person sitting at the fortune-telling stall now is not Liu Jiajia.
Instead, it was a rather young man.
The man was fairly good-looking.
Perhaps because he looks too young, he doesn't have much business.
Ye Wan was penniless and had no intention of patronizing the establishment.
She would sit down at the steamed bun shop as long as she had a single penny.
Unexpectedly, a man sat down in front of the stall at that moment.
The man was probably in his twenties, but his face was sleazy and greasy, and just looking at him made people feel physically uncomfortable.
This person was also an acquaintance; it was none other than Li Si, a lecherous man who bullied the weak and feared the strong, who had no regard for men or women and couldn't distinguish between humans and animals.
Qingtianzong's father, Li Hetao, deliberately locked him up when he attended the Immortal Venerable Succession Ceremony.
To prevent Zheng Nansheng from seeing this, recalling past events, and pursuing the wrongdoings of the Qingtian Sect.
Fortunately, that wicked beast did not succeed back then, otherwise the Azure Sky Sect would not have been able to survive.
Zheng Nansheng being merely the illegitimate son of a Celestial Venerable wouldn't be so terrifying, but now that he's about to become the Celestial Venerable himself, things are quite different.
The Luo family's maternal relatives were incredibly powerful, yet he managed to uproot them completely, and still managed to ensure that the main branch of the Luo family held no grudge against him.
Such cunning and skill are truly admirable.
If Zheng Nansheng really wanted to sabotage the Qingtian Sect behind the scenes, it wouldn't be difficult for him.
It's common for Li Si to make mistakes. Usually, when he's punished, it's just a matter of being locked up in solitary confinement, which is just for show.
In reality, the confinement was not very strict.
The servants were used to it, and this time, despite Li Hetao's repeated strict orders, they didn't take it seriously and didn't keep a close watch on him, allowing Li Si to slip away.
Judging from the current situation, Li Si must have taken a liking to this young fortune teller and is preparing to make a move.
As soon as he sat down, a crowd of onlookers gathered around him, eager for a good show.
Ye Wan also found a suitable spot and became an audience member.
The fortune teller sat upright, his expression unchanged, and calmly asked, "What would you like to have your fortune told, young master?"
His voice was as gentle as water, making people feel relaxed and comfortable.
The slight displeasure in Li Si's heart immediately vanished.
He stared intently at the man's handsome face and said in a greasy tone, "Let's calculate your marriage prospects."
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