Zhu Weiwu was sent urgently to Xingyue Yuan, with Yuheng Xingjun helping to look after him, which offered some relief.

Although Lu Mao had clearly stated that the Mo family would not harm him, the Mo family was, after all, a very large organization, and internal opinions were not necessarily unified.

Xiangwang’s injuries had almost healed, and he continued his travels in Sword World.

Only Zhao Rucheng was idle with nothing to do, and he spent several enjoyable days accompanying Jiang Wang in Cloud Country.

He, Jiang Wang, Ye Qingyu, Jiang Anan, and Stupid Gray had a fantastic time playing all over Cloud Country. Every day they ate delicious food, drank fragrant tea, and went out to enjoy the flowers.

Until… the Taixu Alliance concluded, and Ye Great Immortal returned.

It seemed there weren’t many changes.

Ye Zhenren returned to his small building and didn’t manage any affairs.

A Chou didn’t manage any affairs either.

The entire Lingxiao Pavilion, the entire Cloud Country, was still under the decision-making power of the Young Pavilion Master.

The group behaved themselves for a few days, then became unrestrained again. Jiang Anan was even more out of control!

But to put it another way, Cloud Country was a small country after all, and these people were accustomed to flying through the sky and escaping into the earth. Plus, Jiang Wang and Jiang Anan had been here for many years, and they had already explored every corner, so their desires became wild.

On this day, the master of Baiyujing, Jiang Wang, the world-renowned “Killer of Immortals,” due to surging public opinion – under the clamorous urging of the general populace (specifically referring to Ye Qingyu and Jiang Anan) – formally visited the owner of Lingxiao Pavilion, the contemporary immortal Ye Lingxiao.

This was an important conversation with diplomatic significance, involving only two participants.

A long table separated the two familiar figures.

Ye Zhenren stood facing east, his posture relaxed, holding a painting brush and meticulously depicting a danqing.

Jiang Wang sat at the desk, facing west, his posture proper, his demeanor composed.

Having weathered so many years of wind and rain, what grand scenes hadn’t Jiang someone seen? He was accustomed to the storms!

Spread out on the painting scroll was a seal, standing quietly. A small seal, yet it gave people a sense of deep abyss and high mountains. One look and you knew it was no ordinary item. But it was neither the Cloud Country’s national seal nor the Lingxiao Pavilion’s pavilion master seal. It should be a signature seal used for painting.

Jiang someone pondered, thinking that he must ask Qingyu later about the level of this seal and which famous master made it. When giving gifts to Ye Zhenren in the future, he would aim for something comparable. This would also smooth his stubborn hair and avoid trouble!

“Have you had a good time these past few days?” Ye Zhenren suddenly asked.

Jiang Wang honestly replied: “Quite happy.”

Ye Zhenren’s painting brush didn’t stop, and his words were casual: “Why didn’t Qingyu come?”

“She asked me to be the representative.”

Ye Zhenren’s painting brush almost stopped in mid-air, his sword eyebrows slightly raised, as if contemplating where the next stroke should fall. “She asked you to be the representative?”

“Uh, what, the meaning of this representative is just to say…” Jiang Wang struggled for words: “To discuss something, having too many people talking makes it inconvenient. It’s simpler for one person to speak, a little clearer, right, just like that.”

Ye Zhenren asked: “You think it’s inconvenient for my daughter to speak with me?”

“I didn’t mean that…” Jiang Wang felt a sudden, unjust grievance: “I didn’t think that way!”

Ye Xiaohua slightly straightened his back.

Behind him, a plaque hung on the wall, inscribed with – Zhengda Guangming.

He asked: “Are you saying I, Ye Lingxiao, am intentionally wronging you?”

“No…”

Ye Great Zhenren hummed, then said: “You are this representative, representing what, Lingxiao Pavilion?”

“Lingxiao Pavilion is your elder’s. I only represent the few of us.”

“All of you?”

“Just me, Qingyu, Anan, and Rucheng.” Jiang Wang counted the people one by one, trying to avoid causing Ye Zhenren to misunderstand.

Ye Zhenren put down his painting brush and slowly said: “Ye Qingyu is the Young Pavilion Master of Lingxiao Pavilion, my own daughter. Jiang Anan is a true disciple of Lingxiao Pavilion, and I have personally guided her cultivation for many years. Now you stand before me and say… ‘We’? Meaning you are all now a group, coming together to oppose this Zhenren, is that right?”

Jiang Wang’s face had lost all composure. Jiang Wang’s heart was very tired!

Like a defeated soldier, he was at a loss on the battlefield surrounded by enemies: “It’s truly a misunderstanding! Jiang Wang came here not to oppose, but to request.”

Ye Xiaohua slowly and methodically depicted the final stroke, looked at him, and spoke with a nasal sound: “Please? Request?”

Jiang Wang immediately stood up, cupped his hands and bowed, speaking in one breath: “These past few days in Cloud Country have been enjoyable, but everyone feels they haven’t had their fill. I plan to take Qingyu and Anan to Chu Country for a while. Please allow it!”

Ye Xiaohua quietly admired his painting for a moment, confirming that it was filled with divine intent, then put down his painting brush, picked up a writing brush, lightly dipped it in pine incense ink, and began to write.

His tone was still casual: “Still going all the way to Chu Country to play? This world may not be very peaceful.”

Jiang Wang smiled confidently: “Ye Zhenren can rest assured. Great Chu’s Huai Guogong treats me like a nephew. When I go to Chu Country, it’s like going home. It’s extremely safe!”

This is to take my daughter to meet her parents!

And showing off my connections!

Ye Xiaohua gnashed his back teeth, but his face was still calm and serene, carelessly finishing the last few strokes –

Dao Calendar three nine two three, spring.
Courtesy return White Song Laugh.

Jiang Wang, having achieved some success in cultivating his eye-immortal skills, could clearly see the words from the corner of his eye.

Mister Ye’s painting was naturally a divine work. Although he didn’t understand appreciation well, he could still feel that ethereal, transcendent qi rhyme.

Ye Zhenren’s calligraphy was also extremely good, flowing and free, clearly extraordinary.

Truly, both calligraphy and painting were perfect.

But this “White Song Laugh”… why did it sound a bit familiar?

Jiang Wang thought for a moment, and was suddenly startled.

Xu Gao amount’s old big’s old big, the dean of Qingya Academy!

This… Great Pavilion Master Ye has a broad social circle.

Ye Xiaohua admired his work, leisurely saying: “Chu Country is stable in itself. But the road from Cloud Country to Chu Country is long, and human hearts are unpredictable…”

Jiang Wang raised his head and laughed: “Jiang someone has cultivated diligently for many years, never wasting time. As for the descent of gods, I don’t know who the opponent is. But with ordinary Zhenren, I can still exchange a few moves. To fully protect Qingyu and Anan on this mere stretch of road, I believe there will be no problem!”

No matter how Ye Xiaohua heard these words, he only heard one meaning – you, Ye Lingxiao, are old! If there truly is a danger I cannot withstand, you might not be able to withstand it either.

He immediately smiled, the very picture of a Zhenren, hanging up the brush, putting away the scroll, and tying it neatly with a silk ribbon. His eyes seemed to casually glance at the desk: “Do you recognize this seal?”

Jiang someone had just pulled a tiger’s skin and flexed his muscles, confident that he could handle everything both internally and externally, that he was an all-rounder. At this moment, however, he knew to be humble and shook his head: “Forgive my junior’s clumsy eyes, I do not know which famous master’s work this is?”

“This,” Ye Xiaohua said lightly: “Its name is Xian Du. Its former body was ‘Xian Du Qi Xian Tian,’ ranking twenty-ninth among the thirty-six small cave heavens, not worth mentioning…”

This wasn’t a signature seal, but a cave heaven treasure!

Virtual Abyss used a Chao Zhen Taixu Tian and could exchange for seventy-two blessed lands to expand the appeal of the Taixu Illusion.

Ruan Qu once relied on Si Xuan Palace to contend with Zhao King, a scene that shook the earth and is still vivid in memory.

At this moment, Jiang Wang really wanted to step forward and wipe the dust off this small seal.

Why would you place a cave heaven treasure on the desk? This is so undignified!

But before his eyes could fully register, things shifted and turned, and his body was already below a city tower.

He saw ten thousand li of floating clouds, all beneath his boots. The beautiful scenery of the immortal realm, all within his eyes.

There were jade pillars with wandering dragons, and even golden platforms with flying phoenixes.

Strange flowers and exotic grasses, precious blossoms filling the sky.

So-called nine heavens palaces, no more than this!

Standing below this city, worldly affairs seemed faint as clouds.

Indeed, it was the capital of ten thousand immortals, a supreme and beautiful realm!

Ye Xiaohua stood naturally below the words “Xian Du,” formed by the dao rhyme, and looked at Jiang Wang’s expression with satisfaction, saying elegantly: “It seems you recognize it too.”

Jiang Wang stood very properly, and his words were much more cautious: “Regarding the might of cave heaven treasures, junior has a slight understanding.”

“It’s not very mighty.” Ye Xiaohua waved his hand in a relaxed posture: “I got this thing many years ago, but I basically never took it out to use. The road to cultivation is long, and external things ultimately cannot be relied upon. People, ah, still have to rely on themselves. You can’t always count on this senior or that grandfather, right? My title of ‘Horizontal Push Columns Countries Invincible Hand, Ten Thousand Ancient Human Most Hero’ was still fought for myself!”

Jiang Wang understood.

Before, Great Pavilion Master Ye never revealed the Xian Du Seal, keeping it as a trump card for critical moments, because “possessing jade invites its crime.” But the current Great Pavilion Master Ye, his strength is now far greater than in the past, and he is confident in protecting this seal, so he can casually take it out to play.

In short – you, Jiang someone, are still far from being an opponent.

“Ye Zhenren’s elegance truly makes this junior sigh with admiration.” He sighed enthusiastically: “The high mountains stand in admiration, the scenery stretches on. Although I cannot reach them, my heart yearns for them!”

“Hey, you can’t say that.” Ye Zhenren looked at him, also praising him endlessly: “Jiang Wang, ah, you are an excellent young man. Your cultivation is advancing a thousand li a day! A Chou is no longer your opponent.”

Jiang Wang quickly explained: “Last time I sparred with Senior A Chou, I temporarily lost the upper hand…”

“These are all small matters.” Ye Xiaohua smiled and raised his palm to stop him: “No need to say more, I understand. Sparring, ah, inevitably involves some bumps. Who would hold a grudge and report it?”

Jiang Wang’s face showed a hint of shame.

Ye Xiaohua continued: “Just like if I spar with you in a while, let’s say, I say let’s say, I accidentally injure you somewhere, you will surely report it to Qingyu, right? You, Jiang Wang, also have face, you wouldn’t do that!”

Jiang Wang gave a dry laugh: “How could I spar with you? I am still just a god descent.”

Ye Xiaohua sighed again: “Seeing you young people, I really sigh. Rivers and mountains have talents emerging, each leading the wind and waves for several hundred years. My era, perhaps, has already passed.”

Jiang Wang immediately said: “You are in your prime, exactly in your fighting age. Among contemporary Zhenren, how many can compare to your youth?”

Ye Xiaohua shook his head, his tone melancholy: “Still old, still dull, not growing as fast as you young people. With ordinary Zhenren, I can only take on three or five…”

Jiang someone’s eyelid twitched slightly.

“But add this—” Ye Xiaohua raised his hand and pointed to the Xian Du in front: “That’s hard to say. Even Dao Essence can be tried!”

He looked back at Jiang Wang again: “Right, what did you want to say to me earlier?”

Jiang Wang folded his hands in front of him and honestly said: “I said the scenery outside is quite good. If Ye Zhenren has leisure, you might as well go for a walk, relax your mood, and cultivate your temperament.”

“Alas. I can’t get away.” Ye Xiaohua sighed: “Which matter in this entire Lingxiao Pavilion, from top to bottom, doesn’t require my attention? Qingyu is right at the threshold of the heaven-man barrier, Anan is still in the foundation-laying stage. I have to watch them closely, dare not be lax.”

Jiang Wang thought to himself, how is it that when you take them out to play, there aren’t so many matters?

But his expression was very moved: “You are truly hardworking!”

“Not hardworking, this is all as it should be. As a father, as a teacher, one must have responsibility, must bear the burden. How can I play with them every day and not care about their future?” Ye Xiaohua looked into Jiang Wang’s eyes: “You are Anan’s blood brother, so-called elder brother is like a father. She is at a critical stage now, no carelessness allowed. Do you understand?”

Jiang Wang could only nod: “You are absolutely right. At her age, learning should be the main focus.”

The spring wind brushed his face, and cloud shadows passed through the gaps.

Jiang Wang half-squatted at the edge of the cloud sea, wearing an ordinary mask on his face. His breathing wasn’t very stable, but his eyes were very deep.

“Third brother, what are you thinking?” Zhao Rucheng jumped up from the cloud sea.

“I can’t explain it to you.”

Zhao Rucheng asked again: “Why are you wearing a mask?”

“To match your Qing Ghost mask.”

“But I’m not wearing one now?”

“If you’re sensible, you’ll put one on.”

Zhao Rucheng silently put on the heavy bronze mask, covering his unparalleled face. Then he asked: “Didn’t we say we’d go to Chu Country together to play? Why are there only the two of us now?”

Jiang Wang sighed faintly: “If you’re sensible, don’t ask.”

Zhao Rucheng said “oh.”

“What do you think?” Jiang Wang asked.

“What do I think? I’ll just follow you.”

“Not planning to go to Mu Country?”

“Go to prison? Wanted posters have already been issued.”

Jiang Wang “hissed”: “Not acting?”

Zhao Rucheng turned his head and looked at him: “Are you acting with Qi Tianzi?”

Jiang Wang was silent. This matter indeed couldn’t be an act.

He let out a long sigh: “Yunyun is a good girl!”

Zhao Rucheng scoffed.

He scoffed again: “You seem to think you understand more than I do.”

Jiang Wang let him laugh twice.

He also looked into the distance and didn’t speak.

The two brothers quietly squatted together, each lost in their own thoughts. They remained silent above the cloud sea for a long time.

“You like her?” Jiang Wang suddenly asked again.

“I don’t know if it counts.” Zhao Rucheng thought and said: “Being with her, compared to others, it’s always a bit different. After Uncle Deng was gone, after you were lost in the demon world, she was the one who accompanied me. Now…”

He smiled: “Not very used to it.”

“If you can never see her again, will you regret it?” Jiang Wang asked.

“Of course I will,” Zhao Rucheng said: “But if I didn’t go with you to Fenglin, if I didn’t see Big Brother for the last time, I would regret it forever.”

His words were filled with melancholy: “Sometimes life is just like this. Regrets will be left regardless. But we must make choices.”

“Don’t pretend to be deep!” Jiang Wang pressed his forehead, then grabbed his arm, pulling him up: “Let’s go!”

“Go where?”

“Brother will take you to make up for regrets!”

Zhao Rucheng understood but pretended not to: “…Oh. Where are we going?”

After a moment: “That’s not right, third brother. To make up for my regrets, why are you flying towards Bao Xue Peak?”

“If you’re sensible, just shut your mouth first.”

“…Oh.”

The two brothers quickly flew back to Bao Xue Peak. Jiang Wang took a deep breath. His ear-immortal senses leaped out, standing high in the air, grasping the sounds from all directions.

He shouted, his voice like thunder, rolling over the sky of the cloud city: “Ye Qingyu!!!”

His voice, amplified by his fully open immortal state, carried: “I’ll come see you in a few days!”

Then he shouted again: “Also, your dad beat me! You cure him!!!”

Zhao Rucheng hadn’t fully reacted yet, still contemplating whether or not to shout a few words of encouragement to his third brother. Then he was grabbed by Jiang Wang and flew far away.

Only a long streak of green cloud remained, still circling in the sky above Bao Xue Peak.

Circling within the lingering thunderous sound.

Today is Ye Qingyu’s birthday! Happy birthday to her!!

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