This is a bizarre and wonderful world, where people with different powers see different things.
After Liu Feng took Yu Jingya away from Laoshan, they returned to Qingfeng Temple.
The morning sun shines on the bluestone steps, and the spray from the waterfall reflects a colorful halo in the sunlight. The pines and cypresses are verdant and upright, and the sounds of bells and chimes are melodious.
Inside Qingfeng Temple, all was peaceful and serene. The disciples were either diligently practicing their swordsmanship or meditating quietly, immersed in their own cultivation.
Tong Miao had an epiphany after his battle with Ancestor Yunhai, and has since gone into seclusion to cultivate and comprehend the mysteries of cultivation, hoping to reach a higher level on his path of cultivation.
Having weathered many storms in the martial world, Yu Jingya's resolve to cultivate herself has only grown stronger.
Every day, she would immerse herself in the absorption of spiritual energy and the study of cultivation techniques in her quiet room, without any distractions.
Liu Feng stood by the waterfall, his gaze sweeping over the towering mountains, his brows slightly furrowed.
He couldn't calm down. There was still no news of Senior Sister Jiu'er, and the disciples he sent out had not yet sent back any definite information.
"Abbot Liu." Suddenly, a deep voice came from behind.
Liu Feng turned around and saw a man dressed in gray walking slowly with steady steps.
He took out a bronze token from his pocket. The token was engraved with a coiled dragon, and a blood-red gemstone was inlaid in the dragon's eye.
"The Astronomical Bureau?" Liu Feng's gaze sharpened slightly.
“Indeed.” The gray-clad man solemnly handed over the token. “This is the ‘Hidden Dragon Token.’ The holder of this token can travel freely throughout the world, be protected by the Celestial Surveillance Bureau, and even mobilize hidden forces at critical moments.”
Liu Feng did not rush to accept the order, but looked directly at the other party and asked in a deep voice, "Then, what do I need to give in return?"
The man in gray gazed into the distance, his tone carrying a hint of expectation: "I hope that in the future you can contribute to the peace and tranquility of the cultivation world and China."
After a moment of contemplation, Liu Feng finally reached out and took the token. A chill ran through his palm, penetrating straight to his heart.
He understood that the Bureau of Astronomical Observation's move was both an acknowledgment of his abilities and a subtle test, an attempt to discern his stance and intentions.
Not long after the messenger left, the disciple who had been sent out to search for Senior Sister Jiu'er hurriedly returned, bringing the latest news.
"Traces of Miss Jiu'er have been discovered in Kyoto. The numerous clues are intertwined, but they all point to the Southern Frontier, seemingly related to Miao Gu and Youying Sect."
Upon hearing this, Liu Feng's gaze suddenly turned cold. How could Senior Sister Jiu'er be involved with the evil sects of Southern Xinjiang?
It turns out that Senior Sister Jiu'er has a tragic past.
She was born into a family of cadres, but her parents had a deep-rooted preference for sons over daughters.
On the day she was born, her father saw that it was a girl and turned to leave. Her mother lay in bed, looking at her baby daughter in her swaddling clothes, her eyes filled with disappointment.
“Send him away,” the father said coldly. “We still want to have a son.”
So, Jiu'er was sent to her maternal grandmother's house.
My maternal grandmother was a kind old woman who, despite her advanced age, doted on her granddaughter. However, this happy time was short-lived. When Jiu'er was four years old, my grandmother suffered a stroke and was no longer able to care for her.
"Jiu'er," Grandma lay in bed, holding Jiu'er's little hand, "Grandma is so sorry..."
Jiu'er, bewildered and ignorant, looked at her grandmother's haggard face, not understanding what had happened. She only felt that her grandmother's hands were getting colder and colder, and her eyes were getting dimmer and dimmer.
The next day, a Taoist nun came to her home and took her away. That nun was none other than Lingsu Zhenren of Baiyun Temple in Nanyue.
From then on, Jiu'er grew up in the Taoist temple, but often in the quiet of the night, she would miss her grandmother's kind smile and the "home" that had never given her warmth.
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