The four of them drank spirit fruit wine again at a restaurant at the foot of the mountain.
Working through the night.
Song Tingwan tried her best to support the slightly drunk and crying Qin Xi, while the other two men put their arms around each other's shoulders from behind.
Parting is imminent.
A sense of sadness spread through Qin Xi, and the group remained silent until they boarded the lotus boat.
On the way back to the mountain, Song Tingwan controlled the direction of the small boat with her mind, while comforting the girl in her arms who was crying.
The lotus boat seems to be sinking deeper and deeper.
Song Tingwan turned to look at the silent Baili Xijiang and Wan Qiji, and for a moment she couldn’t tell whether it was the heavy atmosphere or the increasingly low boat.
A gentle breeze caressed their faces, and the ivory robes worn by the four seemed to take on a touch of tenderness.
"Snap—"
Just as they reached the gate of the Sword Inquiry Sect, a cracking sound suddenly came from beneath their feet. Song Tingwan's eyes snapped up, before she could even react.
After two years of operating at overload, the lotus boat finally broke apart.
The four people fell from mid-air.
"ah--"
"Help--"
With skirts and robes fluttering, four figures fell to the ground. Even Qin Xi's eyes widened in shock, her tears turning into terror. For a moment, she forgot to take out her magical artifacts.
The disciples passing by noticed this and immediately began to change direction; some were using their swords, while others used their spiritual weapons to quickly change course.
"Go get them!"
As Song Tingwan landed, she choked on a gust of wind and coughed violently, interrupting her action of taking out her flying artifact.
As Baili Xijiang fell, he watched in a panic as his friends tumbled down the river.
He fell but it didn't matter; dragons are resilient.
But not my friends!
Should I transform into a dragon...?
Just then, Wanqiji used spiritual energy to flip over in mid-air, and the heavy bandages on his back instantly shattered.
A thought crossed my mind.
Song Tingwan had the lowest cultivation level, and while Qin Xi and Baili Xijiang were busy controlling their movements, she had already fallen a considerable distance.
The whistling wind in my ears, the choking air in my chest, made my body feel heavier.
The slender female cultivator blinked her eyes in the air, about to take out her magical weapon, when suddenly someone grabbed her as she fell.
My wrist was suddenly tightened, and then someone helped me straighten my shoulders, and I stepped on something.
Song Tingwan looked at Wan Qiji in surprise. The man nodded steadily at her, flew his sword upwards, and pulled Baili Xijiang and Qin Xi onto the sword with one hand each.
The four of them barely managed to stand on the broadsword. Song Tingwan clutched her chest, coughed twice with difficulty, and forced down the breath she was catching.
I've been holding it in for a long time.
They exchanged glances, and then Baili Xijiang looked at him in disbelief: "No way, you really learned how to control a sword, brother!"
“…”
Wan Qiji nodded silently.
The group remained silent.
Then she chuckled, Song Tingwan supporting Qin Xi's hand, her eyes misting over from coughing, but she couldn't help but laugh so hard she bent over.
The group was laughing so hard that their knives were wobbling, prompting Wan Qiji to helplessly remind them, "I'm not very skilled, if you keep laughing you'll drop them again."
The senior students who rushed over to rescue the people stopped halfway and laughed as they watched them.
"Wow, this sword can fly too? Hahaha—"
"You know what, this junior brother has some great ideas. I'm going to go see if my hammer can withstand attacks too!"
"Hey you—"
The group of people who had rushed over from mid-air turned back, and the four of them also wobbled back to the steps of the Wenjian Sect's gate, stepping on their large swords.
"call…"
They had barely landed and were suspended in the air for less than a meter when Baili Xijiang jumped down first. With the force of his jump, the three people remaining on the broadsword swayed unsteadily. Wan Qiji lost control of his mind for a moment, and the three of them fell off the sword.
"oops!"
"A Hundred Miles of River Scenery!!"
He was startled when he fell beside the Bailixi River and quickly went to help the two girls.
It didn't hurt when I fell, but it was a bit embarrassing.
The disciples passing by were all laughing.
"It's all your fault! Couldn't you have stopped before going down?"
Song Tingwan and Qin Xi helped each other to steady themselves. Qin Xi's eyes were wide open; she was furious.
Wan Qiji sheathed his broadsword and watched them, suppressing a laugh.
The four exchanged glances and remained silent for a long time.
Then he burst out laughing, unable to straighten up.
"No, how heavy are the four of us? We could break Wan'er's magic weapon by sitting on it, hahaha—"
"Isn't the focus the Ajitsu Sword?"
"Uh...you mentioned it a couple of times before, so I gave it a try." But it was so strange that I never showed it to anyone.
Song Tingwan's lips curled up wildly, unable to stop laughing, "The lotus boat is only for looking pretty, and can only seat two or three people. It's already quite remarkable that it has lasted this long."
It's especially funny that it shattered today.
The four of them stood at the entrance of the Sword Inquiry Sect, looking at the giant sword in Wan Qiji's hand, laughing every time they saw it.
.
Five days later.
After the annual exams concluded, each peak held a graduation ceremony.
"Today is both an end and a beginning. From now on, the world of cultivation will depend on your brilliance. I look forward to seeing you all achieve fame and ascend to immortality—"
Meanwhile, on Fuqu Peak, Fuqu stood with her hands behind her back, holding the Peak Master's Seal in one hand, smiling as she looked at the disciples below the stage.
Golden light spread out.
A huge envelope appeared in the air.
The lotus leaf pressed down heavily in the air.
The envelope vanished before the disciples of Yifeng, and with a flash of golden light, the scroll unfurled in the air before everyone's eyes.
On it, the new disciples' graduation exam scores were written in dense detail.
The senior students were also watching from behind, looking to see if they recognized anyone or if any disciples would stand out this year.
Wow! Qi Tianbao, the top disciple of the inner sect, has refined a sixth-grade pill!
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