Chapter 15 That's our ancestor!
After Lan Yue left the Hidden Sword Pavilion, the inner disciples who had been eavesdropping for half a day couldn't help but fall down and grinned, almost laughing themselves to death.
They've been stationed here for so many years, and it's been a long time since they've encountered something so interesting. They really wish this junior sister could stay at Cangjian Pavilion a little longer!
However, no matter how much they regretted it, it was useless. Hidden Sword Pavilion was a forbidden place for spirits, and it would be detrimental to the cultivation of the little guy who had only recently been introduced into the body if he stayed here too long.
"You're all up there?" Xingyue, sitting upright in the blood pool, wiped the bloodstain off her face and asked in a strange tone.
She hadn't sensed any presence from the start. How could these people, whose cultivation was clearly inferior to hers, hide themselves so well?
That's really strange.
"The sect leader is also up there; he has the Hidden Sword Pavilion token," Jiang Li explained.
After Yun Chong arrived here, he immediately used a token to conceal everyone's presence.
The meteorite ore inside the Hidden Sword Pavilion was originally a token left over from an ancient battlefield, which was later made into a matching token by the founder of the Southern Spirit Sect.
It is no less than any top-tier spiritual artifact in the cultivation world.
At the mountaintop, several elders were still discussing the matter.
"Sect Master, the Silver Snow Ancient Sword is very likely a celestial sword. If we just give it to Lan Yue like this, wouldn't she be possessing two celestial artifacts?" The Second Elder said with some concern.
This guy only needs to possess a celestial artifact to make everyone afraid to provoke him.
If we had another highly offensive immortal sword, wouldn't we be able to roam freely in the cultivation world?
"Don't think so much. Even if Yin Xue stays in the Southern Spirit Sect, do you think we can control her?" Yun Chong had a very good mindset; he had thought it through very clearly.
This ancient sword was never something they could control. They seemed to have suppressed it heavily under the blood pool, but it flew out effortlessly on its own.
If it weren't for the special nature of Hidden Sword Pavilion, Yin Xue would probably have disappeared long ago.
So what if it's the Legend of Sword and Fairy?
Instead of letting it cause headaches, why not let those two immortal artifacts check and balance each other? After all, Lan Yue is a disciple of the Southern Spirit Sect, so they will be the ones who benefit in the end.
Yes, although there were some occasional mistakes along the way, such as some gossip occasionally breaking out, the general direction was correct!
So, more than Yin Xue, Yun Chong was curious about the rusty sword in his daughter's hand.
The fact that this rusty sword can grow along with the daughter's cultivation level suggests it has quite a history. Even the rust marks on its surface are probably intentionally designed.
"Alright, go back now." He waved his hand, dismissing the elders.
They still have a lot to do. The sect needs someone to keep an eye on things all the time, and they can't just stay here all the time.
One by one, the elders disappeared using the teleportation array. When Yun Chong turned around, he saw that one of them was still there and had not left.
"Elder Lu, why haven't you left yet?" Yun Chong raised an eyebrow, wondering if this guy felt too ashamed and didn't want to see anyone.
"Sect Master, you haven't released the Immortal Binding Rope yet," Elder Lu said with a dark face.
He does want to leave!
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Yun Chong was taken aback. He glanced at the Immortal Binding Rope in his hand and finally released the person.
Although Elder Lu had eighteen Daoist partners, he had never done anything to betray the sect. The time he spent tied up in the Hidden Sword Pavilion could be considered as him settling a personal score.
There's nothing we can do; this guy is so old, yet he still bullies little girls.
"Elder Lu, you should go back and sort out your personal relationship issues." Yun Chong narrowed his eyes and slowly put away the Immortal Binding Lock.
Upon hearing this, Elder Lu's expression became quite interesting.
…
After returning home that evening, Lan Yue was about to go to sleep when she suddenly heard the system's notification sound.
She was immediately jolted awake and sprang out of bed. Every time she heard that sound, it meant she had gained energy from eating melon seeds, and her cultivation could improve again!
[Lan Yue: Novice bystander]
Cultivation level: Qi Refining Level 6
Current stock of sunflower seeds: 365
Convertible spiritual energy: 165
Should I change my cultivation level?
[Note: This energy can be used to enhance cultivation; other functions are yet to be explored.]
"Convert, convert, of course convert!"
This melon seed is like the energy she gains from eating melons, which can be converted into cultivation.
In the world of cultivation, what could be more important than cultivation level? If her cultivation level isn't high, she'll always be cannon fodder, unable to even lie down and relax.
Therefore, Lan Yue's current goal is to enjoy all the spoils of the Three Realms, do her best to improve her cultivation, and be able to lie down smoothly!
Once all one hundred-plus melon seeds had been successfully transformed, a slight fluctuation was heard, and her cultivation level reached the seventh level of Qi Refining.
After doing all this, she lay down contentedly.
The next morning.
Lingyue Peak.
Lan Yue was having a dream in which a small, indistinct creature gave her two large breast pockets, instantly waking her up.
Unexpectedly, when I woke up, my face was indeed cool, and I could still feel a faint touch.
Lan Yue: "???"
Who slapped her while she was sleeping? Who could be so despicable?
As her vision gradually cleared, she saw a silver-white longsword standing in front of her.
Yin Xue stood there quietly, looking very well-behaved.
Lan Yue stared at the ancient sword for a long time, but didn't see it tremble at all.
Perhaps sensing her gaze, the silver-white longsword moved closer and nestled into her embrace.
"It must have been a dream." Lan Yue rubbed her eyes, thinking that she must have slept for too long and was hallucinating.
What bad intentions could such an adorable little kitten sword spirit possibly have? Even if it did, it would just be trying to wake me up!
"Let's go, let's go practice flying on our swords! We'll have our own personal mounts from now on!" Lan Yue excitedly hugged Yin Xue and ran outside.
The novel "The Path to Immortality" has a different setting than other cultivation novels. In it, you can practice flying on a sword during the Qi Refining stage, which is even cooler than flying on a broomstick!
She was determined to learn how to fly a sword!
However, an hour later.
Lan Yue sat listlessly in the morning study hall, her eyes drooping.
She didn't want to be this sleepy, but after struggling with sword flight for two hours and falling down again and again, she was exhausted!
This sword-riding technique is truly inhuman; it's so difficult! She used to have good balance when riding a bike, so why can't she maintain her balance every time she stands on the spirit sword?
Even the Legend of Sword and Fairy couldn't save her!
[Lan Yue: System, tell me what's going on? Why can't I learn sword control?]
[Yinxue: Who are you talking to?]
[Lan Yue: It's the system, your other partner, but it doesn't like to talk and rarely appears.]
[Yin Xue: You actually have other immortal artifacts! You...you have other immortal artifacts!]
The childish tone conveyed utter shock.
This made Lan Yue feel guilty, as if she were a two-timing woman.
[Lan Yue: We're all good friends, good friends. You and Tongzi are my most beloved treasures...]
Lan Yue thought to herself that it would have been better if she hadn't explained, because the more she explained, the less she knew what she was saying.
Then she felt a chill on her right cheek, and immediately the silver-white longsword disappeared, vanishing into who-knows-where.
Lan Yue felt the familiar touch and slowly opened her eyes.
So it turns out that the sensation of him touching her vagina while she was sleeping wasn't a dream; it really was this guy who did it!
However, no matter what she did, it was all in vain rage, because Yin Xue had already slipped away.
[Lan Yue: Forget it, how can we waste such a beautiful time? Let's just enjoy the show.]
When the news reached the Morning Study Hall, all the other disciples perked up their ears.
The elder leading the disciples through the cultivation world map at the front was somewhat helpless, just like any teacher dealing with a problem student, feeling utterly frustrated.
What's even more infuriating is that although this student is occasionally a bit gossipy, he is not bad at studying at all. He can remember all the common knowledge about the cultivation world that the student has shared.
This left the elders with no reason to explain themselves.
"Ahem, today we're going to talk about the Four Domains of Cultivation. Our cultivation world is divided into four regions: the Eastern Domain, the Southern Domain, the Western Domain, and the Northern Domain."
"These four places, together with the Central Holy Land, constitute the current cultivation world. We are currently in the Southern Region."
"In fact, the Four Realms of Cultivation were originally connected with the Central Holy Land, forming the cultivation world together. Then a war broke out in this place, the Central Holy Land disappeared in the war, and the remaining four continents gradually drifted away, eventually forming the Four Realms of Cultivation as we know them today."
"It took tens of thousands of years to form its current shape, which shows how amazing time is."
Ten thousand years have passed, and everything has changed beyond recognition.
Just as the elder on the stage sighed, a voice suddenly came out again.
[Lan Yue: Wait a minute, how could they have drifted away slowly over time? Those four continents, weren't they just places where cultivators used to fight and then carried away in anger? They even supposedly drew the 38th parallel, lol, it looks like elementary school kids fighting.]
The elder on the platform choked on his breath and couldn't catch his breath for a long time.
Those were their ancestors, their ancestors!
How can you address your ancestors like that!