Chapter 285 There are no students who can't learn.
"right."
Mu Jianjian nodded, and the bubble enveloping the two of them gradually fell to the bottom. Below the melting lava, a new inch of land slowly unfolded in their field of vision, and in the center of the scorching space was a sparkling pearl.
Sang Wanyue watched as the girl skillfully pulled a transparent ruler from her spatial storage, then reached for the pearl above the lava. She lowered her eyes and withdrew her hand, which she had intended to condense into ice with her true energy.
Who knows how much hardship Jianjian went through behind her skillful performance?
Mu Jianjian skillfully extended her divine sense and connected it with the divine sea of the giant dragon that was slowly emerging from the magma. She turned to look at Sang Wanyue, who was standing there in a daze, and reached out her hand, "Yueyue, extract a wisp of your divine sense into my divine sea."
Looking at the girl's clear smile as always, Sang Wanyue nodded.
"It's you again! I never thought you little girl would survive until now." The dragon, half-submerged in lava, spoke in a deeper voice than before, as if it were seeing an old friend.
"Long time no see!" Mu Jianjian greeted her warmly. "Have you gotten any better these past few years?"
“Since I met you three years ago, I can clearly feel the power emanating from this magma…” The dragon hesitated for a moment before continuing, “It’s like the release of long-suppressed true energy.”
Upon hearing this, Mu Jianjian knew that the other party had some awareness of what happened in "Panmen" three years ago and had already developed suspicions. She knew that this would make things much easier.
After exchanging pleasantries, she explained in detail what the Longevity Tower had been doing there and its connection to the Dragon Clan in absorbing "life force," and shared her deductions. As expected, the other party fell silent.
Mu Jianjian looked up. Now, her whole body was immersed in the scorching air. The red and swollen marks from the burns three years ago were gone. Instead, her skin was bright and fair, with a charming rosy glow.
“You once said that I was not valuable enough for our cooperation,” she said sincerely. “But now that ‘Manro’ here is destroyed, and your people can live peacefully in the lava, that is the value I give you.”
The dragon's sharp eyes narrowed instantly as it stared at the composed and unassuming girl before it, and suddenly felt a sense of unfamiliarity.
Three years is a fleeting time for the Dragon Clan, but in the time it takes him to doze off, this girl has already crossed the threshold of the Nascent Soul stage and even achieved a deeper level of enlightenment.
Her expression was solemn, but there was no fear or apprehension, nor any intention to flatter or fawn. She naturally recounted the favors she had done for them, without asking for anything in return, and instead emphasized the "cooperation."
It's like they've been reborn.
Suddenly, the dragon realized that it had misjudged the situation three years ago.
"Girl, what do you need our dragon clan to do?" It sighed, and the lava surged up, but then slowly subsided and returned to calm. "If you want us to help you deal with the Longevity Tower, then apart from me, there are no other dragons left who have regained their senses. We will take back the life force that the Longevity Tower has taken from us, but not now."
“Senior, you misunderstand,” Mu Jianjian smiled, her eyes narrowing. “I know it will be some time before all your people wake up, so please ask that some of your people take time to protect us in the lower realm during this recovery period.”
Ignoring the other person's surprised look, she continued, "As you know, the Longevity Tower and others in the Upper Realm want to establish a 'Panmen' in our Lower Realm to find the 'Mark.' When we fight against them, we are often powerless to do so because of the disparity in strength. So we would like to ask you and your people for help."
Is it really that simple?
The dragon swept its gaze across the girl's earnest face and realized it had misjudged her once again. "This isn't difficult, but our dragon race will eventually return to the upper realm, and then..."
"Once you have all recovered and choose to leave, we will not stop you." Seeing that the other party had agreed, Mu Jianjian finally felt more confident.
Although there is a vast chasm between them and the Upper Realm, this chasm is not insurmountable by external forces. Once the dragons have all returned to the Upper Realm and the elixirs mixed with the sacred lake water have become widespread across the continent, it is believed that the cultivators here will also grow stronger and be able to contend with those who have come down from the Upper Realm.
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"You're leaving these things to me?" Sang Wanyue walked behind, watching the girl's figure gradually walk out of the "Panmen" and return to the sunlight. The sudden sunlight made the two of them dazzled.
“Yes,” Mu Jianjian nodded, pouting as if to sound aggrieved, “Yueyue wouldn’t be unwilling, would she? Well, the work of communicating and assigning tasks is tedious and complicated, it is indeed very tiring…”
"No." Sang Wanyue smiled.
She was simply touched by her junior sister's trust in her.
The white-haired boy behind the two men flinched and slid into the darkness the moment he was exposed to sunlight, his voice aggrieved, "It hurts...it hurts, the things outside."
"Ah," Mu Jianjian immediately ran back to look at him. Seeing Chunbai's completely white appearance, she glanced at the sunlight outside and tentatively asked, "Do you... have albinism?"
"I don't know... It hurts so much..." Chunbai instinctively wanted to shrink into the girl's arms, but Sang Wanyue stopped her.
"Let me look," Mu Jianjian immediately searched through her system space and finally pulled out a dusty, ice-blue robe. "This is a sun protection cloak I bought a long time ago. Try it on and see if you can wear it."
She vaguely remembered that she bought this from the black market after running away from the Xuan Shuang Sect when she first transmigrated. At the time, she thought that the female protagonist in the book would look good in blue clothes, so she bought the same color to use for sun protection. However, as her cultivation level improved, she no longer needed it.
His pure white canine teeth were showing as he bit his lip. He nervously took the clothes, a slight blush rising on his pale face. He obediently put them on, and apart from being a little long, they fit perfectly, covering him completely.
"Sharp, pure white... Is it sick?"
“No,” Mu Jianjian said, taking his pure white hand and carefully leading him into the sunlight. This time, the boy did not cry out in pain again, and she finally felt relieved. “It’s not a serious illness, it’s just a difference in individual constitution, don’t worry.”
The boy lowered his head, letting the cloak on his head cover most of his face. He stared blankly at the orange-yellow sunlight on the ground not far away, his eyes filled with confusion.
It seems like it's been... a long time since I've stood in the light...
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Xuan Shuang Sect.
Nestled amidst verdant hills and forests, a modest courtyard is elegantly furnished. Incense burns in a corner, and a young woman with her black hair piled up is slowly brewing tea.
"Auntie! It's been a long time!" Mu Jianjian's sweet words made Sang's mother laugh. "You're getting younger and more beautiful every day. I've missed your tea so much! I'll have to have a few cups this time."
Sang's mother covered her mouth, her eyes crinkling, while Sang Wanyue beside her also had a rare gentle expression.
“This is…” Mother Sang pointed to the boy huddled in a cloak to the side.
"Ah, he is my younger brother, Pure White."
“Hello…” Chunbai remembered the “polite words” that Mu Jianjian had told him.
"Alright, alright." Mother Sang had always felt that her daughter had become a completely different person since her last return, cold and ruthless. Her rapid rise from extraordinary talent to challenging the position of Sect Leader Mu had given her quite a shock.
When asked about her relationship with Ye Shengzi, she denied it as always. Now that she sees her daughter with someone by her side, she feels much more at ease.
After visiting Sang's mother, Mu Jianjian followed her up the mountain. The disciples who passed by looked at the two of them with surprise. Just as they were about to greet them, they were stopped by Sang Wanyue's gaze.
"teach--"
Mu Jianjian vaguely heard the word, but saw that the other person swallowed the rest of the words. She looked at Sang Wanyue suspiciously, "Yueyue, you didn't become the leader of the Xuanshuang Sect, did you?"
Sang Wanyue's heart sank. Although she knew that Jianjian would find out about this sooner or later, how would Jianjian view her if she knew that she had set her sights on her father's position and taken his place after she was kidnapped and disappeared?
"Why didn't you tell me? Knowing my dad's personality, he'll probably be both angry and proud..." Mu Jianjian, oblivious to the other's unusual expression, began to mutter to herself, "As expected of you, breaking through to the Nascent Soul stage so much earlier than me and still managing to fight across levels, so amazing..."
“You—” Sang Wanyue hesitated before speaking, “Don’t you mind? When did I become the leader, what was my purpose in becoming the leader, and so on? Aren’t you going to ask any of these things?”
"Why ask? You're definitely doing this for Xuan Shuang's good, and besides, we're all family." Mu Jianjian didn't care; she trusted the female lead completely.
She relies on her strength, not blood ties... This shows more courage and integrity than the original story, which involved a partial family reunion. Her Yueyue is the best!
Suddenly, the tension in her heart eased, and Sang Wanyue smiled abruptly.
The junior sister is sometimes clever, but sometimes surprisingly trusting and easily deceived.
"By the way, when are my dad and Uncle Guo coming back?"
“I’ve already spread the word. In less than three days, not only them, but the rest of them will also come to the Xuan Shuang Sect.” Sang Wanyue lowered her eyes and glanced at the moss beside the stone steps at her feet.
"Who else?" Mu Jianjian leaned back tactically.
"Ye Wuluo, Linghu Zhuoyu, and Wan Xing are at the 'Panmen' at the Hehuan Palace. They should be rushing back now after receiving the news. Also, Gong Yuanjin and Elder Xu from the Wushang Palace, you have met them. As for other sects, they will also send some elders."
"So many people..." Mu Jianjian was overwhelmed. She turned her head and asked, "Do you have something important to discuss?"
What "you all"? It's clearly "we".
Sang Wanyue's cold gaze swept over the girl's hopeful face. "You don't plan to stay here for long, do you?"
This question stumped Mu Jianjian, and the two fell into a long silence.
“Yes, this is what I had planned beforehand. We can’t let the other side take the initiative. We need to step into the Upper Realm first to find out about them. Only then will we have the initiative,” she said slowly. “You must think so too, Yueyue.”
After reaching the Nascent Soul stage, traversing the Ascension Path, and entering the Upper Realm, you might even reunite with your senior brother.
Another reason was that she was very worried about Ye Xuanzhi, who had lost contact with her.
Although Ye Xuanzhi was frivolous and funny, he wouldn't just disappear for three years without a word or any news.
"But it's sharp..."
The first person to step into the upper realm will inevitably face an extremely difficult and dangerous situation. If they are not careful and are discovered, the enemy will attack them en masse, leaving them nowhere to escape.
“Right now, the people at the Longevity Tower are probably recuperating because of the death of ‘Manluo,’ while the people at the Immortal Palace are focused on Senior Brother. If I enter at this time, probably no one will notice,” Mu Jianjian paused. “And the most troublesome thing here is that you are worrying about me. You really don’t need to worry about me.”
"I understand." Sang Wanyue finally relented. She made up her mind that she would go to the Ascension Path as soon as things were settled here.
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A few days later, elders and cultivators from several sects gathered at the Xuan Shuang Sect to begin discussing and allocating locations for the construction of "Panmen" (a type of sacred gate) across the continent. Everyone knew that this matter concerned all the Holy Spirits, so they were naturally extremely cautious.
Besides the familiar representatives, to Mu Jianjian's surprise, the person from Hehuan Palace was not Zhong Chuan, the second male lead in the original novel, but a fifth young master wearing a fox mask.
Even now, she can still recall Zhong Chuan's words in the illusion, "The Yellow Springs will not ferry me across." The loneliness and desolation emanating from him at that time were shocking, and she couldn't help but break out in a cold sweat whenever she thought about it. If that was the original ending, Mu Jianjian couldn't imagine how Zhong Chuan spent the long years that followed.
The Golden Crow Temple had been reorganized, and the cultivators who came were all strangers, but the one who came from Duyunfang was an acquaintance, Shan Chuxue.
Having not seen her family and friends for a long time, Mu Jianjian finally enjoyed some relaxing and leisurely days. She lived a very regular life in the courtyard where Xuan Shuang taught her, receiving visitors every day.
First, she discussed the "appropriate distance between childhood sweethearts" with Ye Wuluo, and then she studied the pills made from the water of the Holy Lake with Linghu Zhuoyu and Sang Wanyue. She tried her best to absorb the prescriptions related to medical skills, but they still went in one ear and out the other.
"It must be your teaching methods that are the problem!" Mu Jianjian stretched out her finger and twirled it in front of the two of them, her face full of grief and indignation, and screamed in pain, "There are no students who can't learn, only teachers who don't know how to teach!"
Linghu Zhuoyu: ...
Sang Wanyue: ...
Wan Xing: The two doctors in front of you are both among the top three in the mainland. Is it really okay for you to say that?
During the remaining time, Mu Jianjian met with Gong Yuanjin and Shan Chuxue respectively.
Gong Yuanjin brought information about the curses cast by his family in the Upper Realm, and she promised to keep an eye out for him if it was convenient for him to go to the Upper Realm.
Shan Chuxue brought some magical artifacts and pills as an apology gift.
"You're welcome." During the banquet at the Demon Palace, Mu Jianjian had obtained many magical artifacts through a bet. Although she had now returned to the Xuan Shuang Sect and received "cash" for them, she still didn't feel that she had too few magical artifacts.
Having as many cards as possible is definitely better.
"Where is Baili Mochen?" She found it hard to believe that the most shrewd male protagonist in the original book would remain so quiet and unnoticed in Duyunfang until now.
This isn't the original storyline!
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