“Nearly half of my disciples have been lost over the decades,” Li Jinchu said slowly. “If I hadn’t been unable to suppress my cultivation, I wouldn’t have wanted to ascend at this time.”
"Due to their geographical location, Chaoming Palace and Jiangxue Palace are not as passive as Xiaoling Sect, but their situation is just as bad."
"The brightness of the Guixu Lantern Island in Chaoming Palace has been reduced by half, and the Ice Soul Crystal Cave in Jiangxue Palace has also been shattered into a pile of crystals."
"Half of the musicians in the Listening Wind Music Academy followed a hybrid offensive and defensive cultivation path, and now only that group has survived. As for those who cultivate purely as support..."
"Then..." Fang Xuan scratched the back of his head, hesitated for a moment, and finally asked, "What about the Yun Cang Sword Sect?"
"What did you say?" Li Jinchu was stunned for a moment, almost thinking that she had misheard.
He never even considered mentioning the Yun Cang Sword Sect to Fang Xian.
Since the disappearance of Jimo Fan, that place has no longer been worthy of the title of one of the five major sects.
Moreover, it had only recently been promoted from humble beginnings, and its actual accumulated resources were nowhere near those of Changfeng Valley.
It's good enough if you can survive a disaster.
"Never mind, forget I asked," Fang Xuan sighed.
Looking at his expression, Li Jinchu frowned slightly. "If Ji Mofan were still here..."
“So many years have passed, he’s probably been reincarnated long ago.” Fang Xuan shrugged. “I just don’t know if he will be reborn into this world again.”
"Also, could you please stop standing here talking to me?" Li Jinchu tugged at her collar. "It's quite windy."
Fang Xian glanced at the folding fan in his hand. "Then why are you holding a fan?"
"...to strike a pose."
The upper realm looks completely different from the lower realm.
The ground was not solid soil, but thick clouds and mist.
However, with abundant spiritual energy as a foundation, one will not get tired even if one uses light-footed skills to fly on the clouds at any time.
Li Jinchu rarely followed Fang Xian around like this, looking around like a country bumpkin who had never seen the world.
"Heaven has arranged for you to live here." Fang Xuan stopped in a courtyard.
Li Jinchu's expression clearly showed his displeasure.
"It's not even as big as my outhouse," he commented.
"You should be secretly happy." Fang Xuan mocked mercilessly. "This war between immortals and demons has lasted for decades. During this time, countless cultivators have found opportunities to ascend to the Great Dao. You should be considered lucky if Heaven didn't give you a small hill to build your own house."
Li Jinchu remained silent.
After all, despite his complaints, he knew that as a newcomer, he couldn't act the same way he did in the lower realm.
Over the centuries, many capable individuals from the Li family have ascended to immortality. However, judging from the fact that Fang Xuan was the one who came to pick him up this time, it's likely that those people either couldn't be bothered with him, had other matters to attend to, or were no longer in this upper realm and had gone to other smaller worlds.
Suddenly having to adapt to a life of having nothing is tough for Young Master Li; he's never suffered like this since birth.
Unfortunately, when he ascended to the upper realm, he could hardly take any possessions with him. The things he had made a contract with could ascend to heaven along with his soul, and the only other thing he had was a tiny bit of material.
This is hardly enough for him.
Young Master Li was worried about his future.
"Don't look at me like that. You won't starve to death in the Upper Realm," Fang Xuan said, offering a somewhat uncomfortable reassurance.
Li Jinchu: ......
“Thank you,” he said.
"You're welcome. What kind of relationship do we have?" Fang Xuan waved his hand sincerely.
This has made Li Jinchu really want to abandon his cultivation and return to the lower realm.
But this was clearly impossible; he couldn't reverse fate and could only sigh in utter helplessness.
Then, suddenly, a bolt of lightning struck down unexpectedly.
Li Jinchu felt as if every hair on her body stood on end.
What's wrong? Is sighing a violation of the law?
“It is the decree of Heaven.” Fang Xuan’s face was full of a “truly shameful” expression.
I selectively forget what happened when I received the Heavenly Decree this morning.
Li Jinchu brushed her nose with her folding fan, peeking out with her eyes to look at Fang Xian's hand. "What's written on it?"
Fang Xian slowly unrolled the scroll.
“You’re lucky; you’ve already encountered some business to handle as soon as you arrived.” He raised an eyebrow.
Fang Xian's tone was full of excitement, as if "something fun is coming," but Li Jinchu frowned slightly.
Why were he and Fang Xian specifically chosen to do this?
As for Fang Xian, it's been decades since we last met, and Li Jinchu isn't sure what kind of immortal he's become.
He himself was a newcomer who had just ascended to the rank of No. 1 and had no achievements to speak of.
Why are you making him work so soon?
Although they felt completely bewildered and couldn't understand what Heaven was thinking, there was no room for resistance since the imperial edict had been issued. Following the instructions, the two went to the scene of the incident.
The person who came to report it was a civil servant from the underworld.
It is said that a demonic cultivator from their small world is causing trouble over there. He has thoroughly searched through their nearly 100-year-old Book of Life and Death, but apparently he couldn't find what he was looking for, so he just stayed here and refused to leave.
Heaven has decreed that they should resolve this matter.
If the problem really can't be solved, then dealing with the person who caused the problem is also an option.
The decoration of the underworld was unlike anything Li Jinchu had ever seen before.
Without candles or luminous pearls, a single glass ball can illuminate a large space.
It's even more useful than spiritual power, and he's already starting to consider whether he could get one for his own residence.
"You two have come from afar, please have a seat. Let's chat over tea." A middle-aged man with a kind look in his eyes greeted them with a smile and invited them into a small room with a sign that read "Meeting Room." He even poured them tea in paper cups.
Li Jinchu saw many things today that she had never seen before.
The paper cup didn't leak at all without any spiritual power being added.
This technology is interesting; I'll definitely learn it sometime when I have the chance.
However, paper is quite precious there, so even if we learn it and bring it back, we can't promote it widely...
Li Jinchu was momentarily distracted, but was quickly brought back to reality by the voice of the middle-aged man in front of her.
"I'm the person in charge here, you two can just call me Lao Jia." He still had that same smiling look. "I'm sorry to trouble you two to come all this way for such a small matter. But since the person came from your little world and is still a living soul whose lifespan hasn't ended, we can't just do whatever we want with him."
“It’s my duty, I should do it,” Li Jinchu said. “Please tell us the details.”
Fang Xian over there had already started yawning because of these overly boring pleasantries.
Old Jia nodded. "The thing is..."
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