Chapter 19
"Sister Ayan, you said before that you've been making incense for me all these years?"
Before the words were finished, a sound was heard outside the pavilion.
"May Lady Xiang be well."
The steward did not step forward, but respectfully bowed on the shore: "This disciple is acting on the orders of the former patriarch to invite the guest beside you for a chat."
Xiang Bieyun calmly replied, "I understand."
In contrast, her hands were already brimming with ghostly energy.
It was genuine ghostly energy, not fake spiritual power.
It seemed that as long as Sheng Ningyu showed the slightest reluctance, she would disregard everything and take drastic action.
"It's nothing."
The warmth of his body enveloped his hands, leaving thin calluses on his fingertips and palms.
Sheng Ningyu stood up and patted Xiang Bieyun on the shoulder: "Don't worry, Sister Ayan, I know what I'm doing."
This was part of her plan.
...
But this matter was completely beyond Yuan Daojun's plan.
He returned to Yunwang Palace before his eldest son, Yuan Bushu, and heard that the palace's medicinal fields had been bombed many times recently.
If this had happened in the past, Yuan Daojun would have been furious.
But not anymore. He's old now and has come to terms with it.
Yuan Daojun stroked his beard with a cheerful smile, his expression natural and relaxed, exuding a somewhat otherworldly air.
He thought, "Are the disciples of my Yunwang Palace really so full of martial virtue? That's great! When they go to Qingyi Academy in the future, I won't have to worry about them being bullied!"
Having reached the eighth realm of Tianxuan in the nine realms of cultivation, Yuan Dao is considered to have ascended to heaven in a single step. He is highly respected and is one of the most senior figures in the cultivation world today.
This is both a good thing and a bad thing.
Protecting the small area of Yunwang Palace and even Linghuanwu is easy, but due to the constraints of the benevolent path of the healer they cultivate, the original Daoists cannot easily take action.
Yuan Daojun stroked his beard as he listened to the steward continue his report: "...The Snow Melting Talisman is rampant, and many medicinal fields have been destroyed by this item..."
Yuan Daojun: "?"
He accidentally pulled out three precious whiskers, but he didn't have time to feel bad. Yuan Daojun jumped off the chair and picked at his ear: "What talisman did you say?"
Steward: "Returning home, Master, is the talisman for melting away flying snow."
Yuan Daojun: "Flying Insect Talisman?"
Steward: "It's a Snow Melting Talisman, Master."
Yuan Daojun: "..."
He dismissed the steward in front of him, sat alone in the room and pondered for a long time, then suddenly sneered at the shadowy side.
"The Phoenix Clan is about to reopen the Qingyi Academy, the Snow Melting Talisman, and the destroyed medicine field."
From the shadows of the screen, a human figure gradually materialized.
Snow-white bamboo, yet imbued with the hues of ice and blood.
Xie Qianjing: "It was not my doing."
The old man was so angry he jumped up and down. He rushed up to Xie Qianjing, pointed at him with his bamboo cane, and said, "You better tell me clearly, whose side are you on this time?"
Xie Qianjing: "I won't help."
Xie Qianjing finally smiled.
This was the first time he had shown a different expression since he appeared.
He said, "Former Palace Master, I am no longer her fiancé."
Yuan Daojun paused, then grew even angrier, glancing at him sideways: "I let it go back to the Great Wilderness Mountain, I didn't hold it against you. But now there are no outsiders, and that eyesore isn't here either, so why are you still calling me 'Old Palace Master Yuan'?"
Xie Qianjing lowered his eyes and remained silent.
“Former Palace Master,” Xie Qianjing said calmly, “I am no longer a righteous cultivator. Our paths have diverged, and you are no longer my master.”
Yuan Daojun: "Yes, I heard it. The demonic cultivators from the Great Wilderness Mountain called you 'Demon Lord'."
Xie Qianjing lowered his eyes, making it impossible to discern his emotions.
The old man opened his mouth, but in the end, all he could manage was a sigh.
"So what if you're not a righteous cultivator? ...What does that matter?"
Yuan Daojun wasn't like Ning Guihai, that stubborn swordsman. How could he disown his disciple over such a trivial matter?
However, a century later, he found himself increasingly unable to understand this disciple.
Xie Qianjing lowered his eyes and remained silent, but after all, they were master and disciple for a hundred years, how could Yuan Daojun not see this?
Yuan Daojun could no longer sit still. He stood up from his seat in anger and paced back and forth.
Yuan Daojun grew angrier the more he spoke.
Others only know that the gold, jade and glass beads are extremely precious and can make things last forever, but they don't know that the gold, jade and glass beads can also be used to arrange formations.
Yuan Daojun had always believed that Xie Qianjing's loss of his spiritual bones was his fault, until one day, when he communicated with Xie Qianjing's soul, he finally learned the truth.
"Where did your spirit bone go?"
The still incomplete soul murmured, "It's lost."
Yuan Daojun, barely holding back a mouthful of blood, forced himself to ask patiently, "Where did you lose it?!"
"It's lost."
"..."
Yuan Daojun was about to ask again when he saw the remnant soul raise its head blankly, its long eyelashes fluttering slowly. After a while, a blood-like red mist seeped from the corner of its eyes.
It was pitch black, and I couldn't tell what they were looking at.
What a waste of such a good-looking face.
Yuan Dao was completely exhausted.
Recalling the past, Yuan Daojun's face became even more ferocious: "So after you recovered your divine soul, you went to the Mitian Realm, searching for people while also taking in demonic cultivators, right?"
Xie Qianjing: "No."
Yuan Daojun: "No, what do you mean no! You're trying to lie to me?"
It's not about looking for someone.
They are waiting for someone.
In that first encounter, Xie Qianjing used a puppet barrier to control several sword cultivators who had been expelled from the Chu family. He implanted some memories of the Chu family members into their minds, and they automatically absorbed them without any flaws.
Xie Qianjing didn't speak again, and Yuan Daojun was too lazy to pay attention to her anymore. Knowing the answer already, he asked, "Does she still remember you?"
Xie Qianjing's eyelashes trembled: "Never."
Of course I don't remember.
Yuan Daojun thought to himself, "This is the spiritual technique of Ning Guihai, the previous Sword Master of the Sword Pavilion."
This old man will stop at nothing to sever ties with the Xie family for his disciple.
There isn't a single good sword cultivator.
Yuan Daojun glanced at Xie Qianjing: "You still like her?"
Xie Qianjing's eyebrows twitched slightly, and a smile appeared on his face. As he smiled, red mist and black ink patterns spread from his chest and gradually climbed up his neck.
He said, "The former Palace Master is joking."
This must mean they don't like it.
However, this child has a good personality and even knows to record what he sees and hears along the way, so we'll show it to him when we get back.
While casually flipping through the journal, Yuan Daojun asked, "If that's the case, may I ask why our Demon Lord still goes to find her?"
Xie Qianjing: "She is my inner demon."
Yuan Daojun flipped through the pages of the book with a rustling sound: "You hate her?"
Xie Qianjing: "I will kill her."
"Sure."
Yuan Daojun looked up from the book, gazing at his former disciple, and calmly asked, "Then tell me, what preparations did you make along the way? How many times did you lay a hand on her?"
A note from the author:
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Yuan Daojun: Ha! My disciple said he's going to kill that old bastard Ning Guihai's disciple! That's impressive!
Yuan Daojun: (flipping through a notebook) Let me see what he did along the way [sunglasses]?
Yuan Daojun: (Looks up) [Clown]
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