Returning to hometown
"Are you the dean?" There was a red mole at the end of his right eyebrow, which was unusual and strange. His oval face was pale and thin, with long eyebrows reaching his temples. He was handsome and beautiful, and it was difficult to tell whether he was a man or a woman.
"You can also call me Bai Zunyue. Few people know my name." The Venerable was locked tightly by the formation, but he was not afraid, and his face was calm.
Chang Xi, Taiyin, are both related to the moon. Why didn't she think of it?
"Why, shouldn't you thank me for helping you deal with Chu Lianxi?"
"If you had drunk the Xuantian Qinglu, I wouldn't have to go through all this trouble."
So, there really was something fishy about Xuantian Qinglu. Fortunately, I didn't drink it at the time.
"You've gone to great lengths time and again just to take over someone else's body!" Qian Luo recalled how they had escaped danger along the way, all thanks to this person's secret instructions. "Could it be... that the reason I've been in a coma for a hundred years is you..."
The Venerable: "Yes, I ordered Gu Qiuchi to do it."
"There are countless treasures in the Frost Blue Secret Realm. As expected, you possess rare treasures. After entering the secret realm, your cultivation has greatly increased and reached a new level. All your experiences were manipulated by me behind the scenes."
He extended his snow-white fingertips, lifted Qianluo's chin, and said with a deep gaze, "I am your adopted parent. You should submit to me."
“Heh…” Qianluo shook off His hand and sneered, “You’re about to die, and you still don’t repent!”
“Boom!”
"Thunderous!"
One sword breaks all laws! Split Jiuzhou City!
The whistling wind, the flashing thunder, and the bone-chilling ice appeared from Qianluo's hands. She clenched her hands tightly and released the maximum spiritual power, freezing the entire area and splitting the earth!
"Break it for me!"
The ice spread all the way until the area around Taiyin Group became a world of ice and snow. Places struck by lightning emitted the smell of burnt wood. Between the icebergs and the sea of fire, the devouring strange fire leaped from the fingertips.
Qianluo swung out the strange fire, burning away all evil: "This laboratory will be reduced to ashes."
The purple flame of the underworld devours everything mercilessly.
Qian Luo used the black gold Dragon Roar Sword to pierce Bai Zunyue's body, piercing through the heart. Blood splattered and fell on the female cultivator's pale face, making it gorgeous and beautiful.
"...Heh, you think you can defeat me like this?"
The heartless venerable still chuckled, nonchalantly, as if no one in this world could truly kill him.
"I am the creator of this world, above all others. You are merely puppets in my hands. How dare you speak against me?"
Shrouded in white mist, his chest wound was sutured again. Bai Zunyue looked at her silly expression, suddenly smiled, and tore off the covering on his body, revealing a perfect body. Qianluo also saw his body structure clearly. He was neither a woman nor a man, but a hermaphrodite.
Bai Zunyue smiled, struggled lightly, and broke free from the constraints of the formation.
"you……"
"Formation! How could this be!" Qian Luo was surprised. This was an ancient formation. The name suggested it had once imprisoned dragons. How could it be so powerful? Yet, He had easily broken free!
Then all her efforts would be in vain! The light in the female cultivator's eyes dimmed little by little.
"Is it strange? The world is so big that there are all kinds of strange things." The Venerable turned around and was wearing a red robe with the collar open, revealing his snow-white and smooth skin. He was not shy at all.
"This is my body. It has both male and female reproductive organs. It is a gift from God."
This old monster who has lived for so many years is still teasing her?
Qianluo: "But, when you took over my body, you became a woman."
"That's a shame, but your skin is acceptable for now. Your body is very young, far superior to my patched-up body. I've lived for a long time, and even my breath feels dirty. But you are different. You possess mysterious magic weapons, the cultivation of the Nascent Soul, and inexplicable luck."
"You are the best match for me."
Bai Zunyue watched as the female cultivator in front of him gradually grew paler and paler. Her spiritual power had been overdrawn, and she collapsed without being able to support herself.
He showed a regretful expression: "Poor little thing, you must be tired, then have a good rest."
"When you wake up again, you won't remember anything."
Qian Luo no longer had the chance to attack. Her killing move was insignificant in Bai Zunyue's eyes. He could knock her away with just a raise of his finger. Could it be that she really had no ability to kill Bai Zunyue?
Could it be that the prophecy was wrong?
"Regardless of whether the prophecy is true or not, I only want your body. This can be considered as indirectly fulfilling the prophecy - you kill me."
Bai Zunyue's voice was soft, his eyes were gentle, and his fingers gently fell on the fair and soft skin of the female cultivator, which was bright and shiny. Soon, this young body would belong to him.
He was closest to Qianluo, and the female cultivator had lost any ability to fight back.
He thought success was just around the corner.
But... the next second, he seemed to realize something and opened his eyes.
The female cultivator gave him a weak smile and said, "I'll give you a great gift."
"You'll never get my body."
"Boom——"
Qianluo blew herself up.
Nebulae shattered, dark clouds obscured the sun, and the power of the Nascent Soul's self-detonation rivaled any battle. Wind and rain battered the ruins, and objects on the ruins exploded in an instant, shattering into tiny particles of powder that dissipated into the air.
But this little power was nothing more than a minor scratch for the Venerable. Bai Zunyue's eyes darkened as he gently wiped the bloodstains on his cheek with his fingers. He was intimidating without even getting angry: "You actually destroyed the body I carefully crafted for you, just to get rid of me!"
"Even so, you'll never be able to kill me!"
"What a prophecy! It's nonsense, absurd and unbelievable!"
He flicked his sleeves slightly, stared at her coldly for a while, then walked away.
The huge energy fluctuations caused by the self-explosion had a very wide range, and all the monks nearby fled in panic.
"Who is blowing himself up!"
"What a waste of my Nascent Soul cultivation!"
"Another poor soul who died at the hands of the Venerable."
"I'm afraid there won't be good days in the past few hundred years."
…
Qianluo was dead, completely dead, but her spirit remained, wandering the world. It was absurd how a soul could freely pass through barriers.
She returned to the Lower Three Districts, to the familiar Daowen Mountain. This place hadn't been trampled by the armies of the Venerables yet, with pink peach blossoms and green willows, rolling hills, and numerous low-level cultivators hurriedly and nervously improving their cultivation, not daring to slack off for even a moment.
She also saw Shi Xiaoxiao, Jiang Shuyu, and Wang Wenzhu, whom she hadn't seen for a long time... They were in a hurry, their faces full of fatigue, their brows slightly wrinkled, dealing with sect affairs, rubbing their brows, as if they noticed her gaze.
"Maybe my eyes are blurry..."
They shook their heads and continued to deal with sect affairs.
She came to the lake and saw Qingshu playing in the water. She had successfully formed a pill. Her huge tail rose and fell in the lake, almost merging with the green mountains.
The green waves rippled slightly, and she couldn't help feeling bored.
"Ha..." She yawned softly, and the next second she noticed something was wrong with the storage bag. She quickly opened it and found that the consciousness bead was broken.
There are two possibilities for the shattering of the Divine Consciousness Orb: First, the holder of the bead crushes the Divine Consciousness Orb, summoning the Divine Consciousness Orb itself. Second, the Divine Consciousness Orb itself dies, causing the bead to shatter naturally.
"How is it possible... Qianluo... Qianluo!" Qingshu's smile froze on her face. She couldn't accept the sudden death of her long-time friend, who had clearly promised to come back...
"I've already taken the longevity pills. How come you're ahead of me?"
This is a question that others also want to ask.
At the same time, the consciousness bead was shattered and its owner was dead.
There is no longer any ancestor of our sect, Qianluo, in Mount Wendao.
In an instant, several panicked figures flew over, holding a handful of fragments: "Qingshu... beads..."
…
Qianluo's consciousness was becoming increasingly blurred, and she knew she needed to rest. But she still had somewhere to go!
In her several simulations, she was certain to die, and only death could break the deadlock. So, she blew herself up, just to rebuild her body and wait for a thousand years.
Qianluo looked up at the dazzling north and the vast snow-capped mountains. She didn't know if she was safe. Now only she could save herself.
…
Three days later, Qian Ruixue and Jiang Chanyi landed outside District 9. Following Qian Luo's secret message before she left, they found a female cultivator with green eyes.
Jiang Chanyi blinked: "Hey, long time no see, Sun Rushuang!"
Qian Ruixue said in a cold tone: "Qianluo needs your help."
The long-haired female cultivator bowed three times towards the graveyard, then stood up slightly, her face sullen. "Did something happen to Qianluo?"
Qian Ruixue closed her eyes, her voice trembling barely audibly: "She... is dead."
"What!" Jiang Chanyi's eyes widened. "Your prophecy!"
Qian Ruixue shook her head, glanced at Sun Rushuang's pale face, and continued, "Before she left, I knew she was determined to die, but she must have her own strategy and wouldn't die easily. Otherwise, she wouldn't have let us find Sun Rushuang."
He glanced at the tombstone, which read "Mother of my late mother Sun Peilan."
"Your Frost Lanzhi can save her."
Sun Rushuang said without hesitation: "As long as I can save her, anything is fine."
The three of them quickly left the place and headed to the next three districts.
Jiang Chanyi asked Qian Ruixue, "If her spirit were to escape, where would she most want to go?"
Qian Ruixue smiled, her eyes sad and gentle: "Maybe in a radish field."
That was where Grandma Qian picked up Qianluo. It was the beginning of everything and the end of everything.
…
A hundred years later, the world has changed.
There was a female cultivator walking among the sects. Many low-level cultivators saw her and whispered, "Master."
She walked to a barrier and waved her hand to open it.
As soon as I entered, I ran into a female cultivator with a high ponytail coming out. She had a pair of peach blossom eyes and a half-smile in her eyes: "Hey! Sect Leader Wen, what a rare guest!"
"Senior Jiang..." Wen Yutong covered her head and smiled helplessly. This Senior Jiang Chanyi was the best at joking.
But if it weren't for Seniors Jiang Chanyi, Qian Ruixue, Sun Rushuang, and Qing Shu, there wouldn't be peace on Daodao Mountain. Now, apart from Daodao Mountain, the rest of the world has long been reduced to hell, with cold machinery crushing everything, leaving even Nascent Soul cultivators helpless.
The only areas of the Wendao Mountain that they guarded with all their might were the Ninth and Eighth Districts. The Seventh District had been taken away, but the core area, the Ninth District, and the eternally restricted area, the Eighth District, could not be taken away.
"Go in, go in!"
"This guy has become a wife-waiting stone. He has been guarding her for a hundred years without moving. I am exhausted!"
As the murmurs grew quieter, Wen Yutong arrived in front of a lush green vegetable patch. Beneath a towering tree, a male cultivator with long silver hair sat in meditation with his eyes closed. He was handsome and indifferent, with skin as white as snow. There were countless leaves on his body, and most of them could be blown away by the wind.
"Senior, I'm Wen Yutong, and I didn't mean to disturb you."
"Senior Sun Rushuang has been searching for years and has found the Nine Cloud Gel, but he is injured and is recuperating."
She took out a wooden box, and as soon as she took it out, it was swept by the male cultivator's spiritual power. She only heard the male cultivator whisper: "Okay, thank you, let her rest well."
There was an extra bottle of elixir in his hand, which was rich in spiritual energy and was definitely not an ordinary item.
Over the years, Senior Qian Ruixue has been protecting Senior Qian Luo's soul while practicing alchemy on her own, and has become a seventh-grade alchemist.
Wen Yutong left, and Qian Ruixue opened his eyes. His usually cold gaze would only become gentle when he saw a green grass. This was Xiaoluo's carrier, and he had carefully protected her for a hundred years, just to wait for her to transform into a human form again.
"It's been a hundred years..." The little snake on the ground turned into a human form and looked at the grass, "When will she wake up?"
Back then, Frost Orchid was used, but unfortunately, Qianluo still did not awaken. It turned out that her body was destroyed and she needed a new one. Many monks from other sects knew the truth and were willing to sacrifice their bodies. However, Qianluo's personality was such that she would never take another's body.
So, Qian Ruixue and Sun Rushuang buried her in the place they missed most, which was this radish field. They found countless spiritual plants and flowers to nourish the land, and the spiritual energy overflowed. It could only be locked with a barrier, so this place became the forbidden area of Wendao Mountain.
No one dares to come here unless they are the headmaster or the elders.
"Wait, why does it smell like blood!" Qing Shu was shocked. There were spiritual plants and immortal flowers here, so how could there be a smell of blood? There was only one possibility.
She pointed with her fingertips, and bloodstains on the male cultivator's chest appeared faintly.
"You actually watered it with your own blood!"
A drop of blood from the heart destroys a hundred years of cultivation.
"How many years of cultivation have you cultivated to destroy it! You are simply crazy!" Qing Shu pointed at Qian Ruixue and frowned fiercely. This person could not listen to anything. She only knew little luo little luo little luo little luo little luo little luo little luo little luo little luo!
No wonder Jiang Chanyi called him the "Wife-Looking Stone".
Qian Ruixue pulled her clothes in place, her eyelashes drooping slightly: "Whether it's a hundred years or a thousand years, I'm willing to pour my heart and blood into her, day after day, month after month, year after year."
Qingshu had a headache. There was a madman in front of her and a madwoman lying on the hospital bed. For Qianluo, they didn't care about their own lives or the opportunity to ask for the way to Mount Dao!
Although she also wanted to go crazy for Qian Luo, she had been in Wendao Mountain for many years and had long regarded it as her home, so she had a sense of responsibility towards Wendao Mountain and would not allow anyone to destroy it.
But when she thought of the Venerable's methods, she became afraid. Perhaps in the end, even this last piece of pure land would be gone.
Qian Ruixue gently stroked the small leaf in front of her with gentle eyes.
Xiaoluo, wake up soon.
"I miss you."
One hundred years, two hundred years, three hundred years... nine hundred years... a male cultivator with long silver hair has always been guarding a tender green leaf.
…
Eh?
Am I conscious?
But why is it pitch black in front of me?
I'm not dead! Did Sun Rushuang, Qian Ruixue, and Jiang Chanyi save me?
No, why do I feel like I can’t move?
By the way, my body is being reshaped, so I just need to wait patiently for my new body.
What a nice smell! It smells like meat!
"Click" sound, crisp and pleasant.
Something fell on me, and it smells so good!
I feel energized all over!
I feel like something is about to break through. I need to move my fingers... move my fingers...
…
Qian Ruixue was the same as always, never stingy with a drop of blood, no matter if it was his heart blood or ordinary blood, and it had been nine hundred years.
Even Jiang Chanyi was about to give up, but he and Sun Rushuang never gave up.
The reason they were able to live so long was because of the longevity pill Qianluo had given them before, otherwise they would not have had time to wait.
Recently, he has been feeling increasingly physically exhausted and his spiritual power has slowed down. Although his appearance has not changed, he seems to have... aged.
No one can escape the curse of death.
The Asking Dao Mountain was destroyed, leaving only Qingshu and the remaining low-level cultivators struggling. Jiang Chanyi would trip up the Venerable from time to time. Sun Rushuang returned to the outer area to look for a cure.
He was the only one waiting.
"Xiao Luo, wake up quickly."
As soon as he finished speaking, he seemed to find that a small leaf was moving!
"Little...Lotus!" He almost trembled, not daring to touch the leaf in front of him, staring at it intently.
"Xiao Luo, is that you?"
...After a long time, Ye Zi didn't respond to him.
His excitement and surprise turned into sorrow and sadness. He looked up at the starry sky. A bright moon hung high in the sky, and thousands of stars dotted it. "Actually, I also regret leaving you on the day I turned eighteen."
"But if I don't leave you, you will become dependent on me and won't be able to grow independently."
"I know... you've always treated me like a brother. But in my heart, you're more than just... a sister."
He smiled bitterly. Perhaps he would only speak his true feelings when it was late at night and everyone was asleep.
He has been very lonely these years because Xiao Luo is not around.
He took out the spirit wine he hadn't drunk in a long time, and drank one cup after another. He raised his glass to the bright moon, and his shadow and he became three people. The young man's melancholy was etched on his face, his cold and indifferent eyes filled with longing, and the emptiness and loneliness in his heart made him feel breathless.
With a "click", the bottle shattered and the man was drunk.
——
"Mmm, delicious!"
Qianluo took a sip and felt that it tasted better than the wine she had on her eighteenth birthday!
"I have a body!" She suddenly widened her eyes in surprise and found that her body was gradually solidifying. She looked at it by the lake and found that she looked the same as before.
"Qian Daxue, look!"
She blurted out, turned around and found that someone's face was already red from drinking, as bright as if he had applied rouge.
He was mumbling something incoherently.
Qian Luo touched his hair, which was cold and soft, but his cheeks were unusually hot, and his pink lips were opening and closing as he muttered something. She didn't expect that a drunk Qian Daxue was no different from an ordinary drunkard.
Just as she was pulling away, a force pulled her into his arms.
"Hey, let go!"
The tip of her nose touched the young man's hard and broad chest, which was cold with a hint of heat.
The young man's hand pressed against her neck and caressed it slowly, as if it had been lost and then found again, caressing it gently and warmly.
Qianluo slowly calmed down during this massage.
"How many years have passed? Why do I feel old?"
"However, I seem to be only at the Jindan stage now!"
What should she do? Her immortal cultivation simulator was stuck on the last simulation. Could it be that she had to return to the late Nascent Soul stage to be able to activate the simulator?
I don’t know what the current situation is.
Qian Luo frowned and thought, watching Qian Daxue holding her in his arms, not letting go like a baby, and she smelled of alcohol.
You won’t let go, right? Then let’s see what he looks like when he wakes up tomorrow!
…
"Xiao Luo!"
Qian Ruixue woke up from a nightmare with a deep frown on his face. He seemed to dream of the withered green leaves again, and Qian Luo could not condense her body again. In the dream, his life span was exhausted and he had no power to recover.
The pain was so agonizing that my heart suddenly tightened when I woke up.
"fine……"
It’s a dream…
"Um?"
Suddenly he felt a warm touch in his arms. When he lowered his head, he met a pair of familiar yet unfamiliar big eyes. Thousands of emotions surged in his heart. He stared blankly at the face he had been thinking about day and night, wondering if he was dreaming?
But the other person smiled and pinched his cheek: "Are you awake? Big drunkard!"
"You...when..." He found his voice choking unconsciously, his eyelashes trembling, staring at the female cultivator, she was still the same as before.
"Last night!" Qian Luo pointed at the wine. "The spiritual wine worked quite well. It even helped me rebuild my divine body. Where did this good stuff come from?"
Qian Ruixue smiled. This was the fruit wine Jiang Chanyi had given her earlier. He had never imagined it would be the one that would help Qian Luo regain her life. A thousand years had passed, and he felt both strange and familiar with Qian Luo. For a moment, he didn't know how to begin.
Qian Luo frowned and looked outside the barrier. Flames shot up into the sky, countless explosions rang out, and the monks fled like birds and beasts. "Could it be that hundreds of years have passed?"
"It's been... a thousand years." Qian Ruixue stood behind her, her eyes soft. "Go see your friends. They are all waiting for you."
Yes, Sun Rushuang, Jiang Chanyi, Qing Shu...
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