As Jiang Feng entered the building, he saw Xiao Qingling seated on a throne high above the hall. The room was filled with a faint scent of sandalwood, lingering faintly throughout every inch of the space. The walls were engraved with various strange runes, which shimmered faintly, as if speaking of ancient and mysterious powers.
The throne in the center, where Xiao Qingling sat, emanated a gentle halo, faintly outlining auspicious patterns, as if mythical beasts were darting through the mist. Beneath the throne lay a massive animal hide carpet, its fur sleek and glossy, the hide of some powerful demonic beast. Several cushions lay upon it, seemingly ordinary yet radiating extraordinary spiritual energy.
In the corners stood a few spiritual plants, their swaying branches emitting tiny sparks of light, like twinkling stars in the night sky. From the roof hung several strings of translucent bead curtains, the beads colliding with each other, creating a melodious sound like heavenly music. The entire room was filled with an otherworldly charm that instilled a sense of awe.
Xiao Qingling spoke first: "When I met you that day, I felt that you were extraordinary. I believe that coming here today will help me solve some of my confusions."
Jiang Feng smiled when he heard this: "Senior Xiao, you're joking. I should have come to visit earlier, but I was busy with some mundane matters."
Xiao Qingling walked towards the gate: "Yu'er, take a few people to the back hall to rest. Remember to treat them well and don't disturb me unless necessary." After that, she closed the door.
Xiao Qingling walked around Jiang Feng and said, "The aura on you is really familiar!" Then she pulled Jiang Feng to sit down together.
Jiang Feng looked at Xiao Qingling and said, "To be honest, Senior, I came here this time to prove something."
Xiao Qingling interrupted, "Don't worry, my sister will be here soon, and we'll talk about it together then."
In fact, when Jiang Feng just entered the sect, Xiao Qingling sent a message to the sect leader Xiao Qingfang.
A moment later, a figure appeared in the hall.
That figure was Xiao Qingfang, dressed in a pristine white dress, its hem fluttering gently in the breeze, like a flowing river of clouds. Her face was cold and serene, like a snow lotus blossoming atop a snowy mountain. Her beauty was indescribable, yet shone with a chill that kept people at arm's length. Her eyes, deep as the ocean, seemed to harbor boundless wisdom and mysterious power. Her long black hair was simply tied up, secured with a single jade hairpin, yet it accentuated her elegance and grace.
She moved lightly, each step seeming to resonate with the surrounding spiritual energy, a faint halo emanating from her feet. As she approached, she nodded slightly to Xiao Qingling, her gaze settling on Jiang Feng. A fleeting flash of subtle surprise flashed across her eyes.
Xiao Qingling smiled and said, "Sister, this is the Jiang Feng I mentioned to you." Xiao Qingfang's red lips parted slightly, "Young friend, you must have something important to discuss." Her voice was as cold and clear as the wind blowing off a snowy mountain, yet it held a unique, ethereal quality. Jiang Feng stood up and saluted, "Greetings, Senior Xiao. I do have something I'd like to ask you." Xiao Qingfang raised her hand and motioned for him to sit down. "Feel free to speak." The atmosphere in the room grew solemn, waiting for Jiang Feng to speak his mind.
Jiang Feng thought for a moment and said, "May I ask what kind of martial arts the Qingyun Sect practices, senior?" As soon as he said this, the two of them looked at each other and smiled.
Xiao Qingfang replied without hesitation: "Ordinary disciples of our sect practice the Qingxuan Jue. Do I need to practice it? Can you answer a question for me first?"
Jiang Feng knew that his guesses were correct: "Senior, please speak!"
Xiao Qingfang: "I wonder what kind of cultivation technique you are talking about?"
Jiang Feng did not hide anything and said lightly: "Qingyun Jue!!!" These three words hit the two people's hearts like a bolt from the blue.
It took Xiao Qingfang a while to recover. She walked up to Jiang Feng and said, "Follow me!"
The three of them vanished with a sudden jolt of space, reappearing in a secret room. The room was dimly lit, and a table, covered in offerings, held a painting. Jiang Feng looked at the woman in the painting. Although it was only a portrait of her from behind, he recognized her instantly.
The person in the painting is Jiang Feng's mother: Liu Shengyi
Jiang Feng rubbed his eyes in disbelief and was speechless for a long time.
Xiao Qingfang and the other two looked at Jiang Feng's expression and immediately asked, "Do you know our ancestor?"
Jiang Feng didn't say anything, just nodded.
The two were overjoyed. Xiao Qingling asked, "So you are practicing the Qingyun Jue?"
Jiang Feng replied: "Exactly!"
At this moment, the two men looked Jiang Feng up and down, their greedy eyes wanting to swallow Jiang Feng!
Jiang Feng took a few steps back and looked at the two men warily. The two men also felt that they had lost their composure. They quickly explained: "Don't panic, my friend. This matter is really too shocking. We will never harm you."
Jiang Feng relaxed after hearing this and asked, "Senior, please tell me what happened!"
The three of them then sat down, and Xiao Qingfang sighed and said, "This is a long story. The person in this portrait is our founder. Legend has it that thousands of years ago, the ancestor traveled here and saw the beautiful environment in the mountains, so he settled here. Later, he accepted my master, Master Qingyou, as his disciple, and passed down his magical skills and some methods. This is the earliest Qingyun Sect."
Xiao Qingfang's eyes shone brightly as she continued, "At that time, many sects, upon seeing the founding of the Qingyun Sect, came one after another to challenge it. Even the three ancient families participated. They came to the front of the sect and shouted at the ancestor to come out and fight, but..."
Jiang Feng quickly asked: "What happened next?"
Xiao Qingling said, "What happened next? The ancestor didn't even come to the mountain gate. He just shouted, 'Get out!' As a result, everyone outside the sect fell to the ground and was seriously injured!!!"
Jiang Feng was extremely surprised. His mother was so overbearing.
Xiao Qingfang said: "The old ancestor's voice shocked everyone. At that time, some powerful people speculated that the ancestor was not from this world. After that, no one dared to come to Qingyun Sect to make trouble. In this way, Qingyun Sect developed peacefully for a hundred years. But the good times did not last long. One day, the ancestor left a word and left, and never came back." The two expressed their disappointment.
Jiang Feng guessed that his mother must have returned to the divine realm by then. Jiang Feng then asked, "Since the ancestor left behind divine skills, why is the Qingyun Sect so weak now? And what words did the ancestor leave behind?"
As soon as these words were spoken, the two of them blushed: "The technique passed down by the ancestor is not complete. My master has never been able to comprehend it in his entire life. The words left by the ancestor are also very mysterious.
Time flies, the Dao is not empty, time passes, treat it with the best, the magic power is replenished, and return to the ancestors! "
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