Bai Yu was once a low-level cultivator of the Xuanling Sect. Once someone becomes a cultivator of a sect, they are destined to be with that sect for lifetimes. Even in reincarnation, they will be guided to the sect for cultivation. 

Although Bai Yu’s body has perished, Lang Heng believes that Bai Yu’s reincarnation might still be in the Xuanling Sect. 

However, the magnificent and exquisite palace in his memory was gone. What came into view was a scene of dilapidated ruin, with traces of fighting, thick dust everywhere, and cobwebs, as if it had been abandoned for many years after a great disaster. 

Lang Heng was a little surprised. He used his spiritual power to clear a path through the dilapidated palace and came to the back hall of the Xuanling Sect. The Xuanling Divine Tree, which used to tower into the sky, had also withered and fallen straight to one side, smashing a deep pit in the ground. 

So that’s how it is. 

The Xuanling Sect was built upon the Xuanling Divine Tree. 

Now that the Xuanling Divine Tree was destroyed, the Xuanling Sect naturally had nothing to rely on. 

In his memory, the girl’s lively and clear voice echoed in his ears. 

“Legend has it that the Xuanling Divine Tree was once a part of the ancient Kuafu. After he chased the sun, he transformed into all things to nourish the earth. One eye became the sun, one eye became the moon, his body turned into mountains and rivers, his meridians became rivers, and his heart grew into the Xuanling Tree, guarding this vast land day and night, and also guarding our Xuanling Sect.” 

Bai Yu had once told him the origin of the Xuanling Sect. 

At that time, she sat by the river in the night and smiled brightly at him, the light in her eyes more radiant than the lake water. He only felt that the cicadas chirping that summer were particularly pleasant. 

She had also secretly brought him to the Xuanling Sect. 

She, wearing a bright yellow dress, stood with her back to him, kneeling devoutly in front of the tall Xuanling Tree that seemed to have no end in sight, praying. 

“I hope Qingyu and I can be together forever.” 

The girl’s voice was sweet and crisp, captivating. 

He felt the hand holding his sword tighten in his memory, but his heart was strangely calm. Those moments with her seemed like scenes unrelated to him, and he couldn’t feel the slightest fluctuation in his heart. 

However, seeing the once prosperous sect fall to this point, he couldn’t help but feel a little (xīxū, a Chinese expression for sigh). 

He had never been interested in the grievances of the mortal sects, but now he unusually summoned the sect scroll from his Qiankun bag. The scroll, shining with bright light, slowly unfolded before his eyes. 

Only then did he learn that the Xuanling Sect had been destroyed by the Demon Clan as early as five hundred years ago. The reason for the destruction was unknown, and he didn’t want to delve into it. 

There are countless sects practicing in this world, with countless opportunities and encounters. Birth and destruction seem to be the norm in the long river of time. 

He walked out of the sect thoughtfully, but was attracted by a wildly growing mimosa tree outside the sect. The pink, fluffy-edged mimosa flowers were like the rosy clouds of dusk, swaying and falling in the wind, beautiful like a shattered dream in front of the dilapidated ruins. 

He suddenly remembered that their first meeting seemed to be under a mimosa tree as well. 

He caught her as she fell from the tree. 

The sight of things easily makes one think of people. 

In a trance, he seemed to see a girl in red peeking out from the branches again, reaching for the fish-tail kite hanging on the top of the tree, but accidentally falling down. 

Meng Qingyu, who was sweeping the floor at the entrance of the Wuji Sect at the time, subconsciously flew to catch her. Just as she fell into his arms and looked up in his memory, Xian Jue held his breath and remembered her appearance, quickly took out the Soul-Tracking Lamp from his Qiankun bag, used his magic, and the aura flashed and disappeared in an instant. 

The Soul-Tracking Lamp is a magic weapon of the Immortal Realm. As long as you remember someone’s appearance in one life, you can track their soul through lifetimes and find their reincarnated soul. 

When he opened his eyes again, he saw another huge mimosa tree. A woman in a red martial attire was climbing on the branches, reaching for the fish-tail kite hanging on the top of the tree. 

The rosy mimosa flowers fluttered and fell in front of him. 

The same scene, the same formula, couldn’t help but give Lang Heng a sense of time travel. 

The Soul-Tracking Lamp doesn’t have the magic power to travel through time. 

The surrounding scenery, except for the mimosa tree, was not the gate of the Wuji Sect. 

Just as he was in a daze, the red figure fell from the mimosa tree to his eyes. He subconsciously reached out to catch her, and a familiar warm fragrance hit him, but revealed a face different from the one in his memory. 

“Daoist, thank you for your trouble.” 

“How long are you going to hold me?” 

!! 

Even the lines were exactly the same! 

Because of Her 

Foot of Wuji Sect Mountain. 

Bai Yu, no, now she should be called Liuli, is with her junior sister Hua Se, ambushing in a huge mimosa tree in the village, observing the Wuji Sect disciples in Wuji Sect robes patrolling around the village. 

The Wuji Sect robes have a snow-white base, with black lotus patterns inlaid on the edges, wide sleeves, broad shoulders, and a narrow waist. The men all tie their hair with two black and white ribbons, and wear swords at their waists. When they walk, their clothes flutter and their ribbons sway. Combined with the youthful and handsome faces of the young men, they have a somewhat refined and ethereal appearance. 

“Senior sister, which one have you taken a fancy to this time?” 

Hua Se lay on the branch, supporting her head with one hand, the fleshy round face on one side puffed up. 

Liuli wiped her saliva. 

“I think they’re all pretty good.” 

Having stayed in the Demon Realm for too long, as long as someone doesn’t have tattoos on their face, doesn’t wear strange masks, and doesn’t have an evil aura, she feels that they have delicate features. Moreover, these disciples of the Wuji Sect are all upright, righteous, and have a proper appearance, making it difficult not to be moved. 

“But senior sister, you have no choice. Six disciples, you knocked out two, offended three, and only the leading senior brother is left.” 

Hua Se sighed deeply. 

She had always thought that her senior sister was quite reliable, but as soon as she encountered male beauty, she became as if she had lost her mind. 

Even though she doesn’t quite understand, she has learned a lot about the ways of attracting men and women from the human storybooks. For example, if a woman is interested in a man, she will find a deserted place and throw a handkerchief at him. 

How subtle, euphemistic, and flattering. 

The woman covers her face with a fan to apologize, and the man takes the opportunity to pick it up to express his love. 

Or the woman accidentally falls into the water, and a hero saves the beauty. The skirt is wet, the figure is graceful, the makeup and hair are messy, and the eyes are full of affection. The most important thing is the physical contact. Just thinking about it is extremely seductive. 

How could senior sister use such a rude seduction, directly ambushing on the tree, and throwing herself down when someone passes by. 

One throw is accurate, one smash makes a pit. 

Isn’t this just (pèngcí, a Chinese expression for faking an accident to get money)? 

Two Daoists were knocked unconscious, and three Daoists drew their swords. 

It would be fine if they didn’t know each other without a fight, but then they performed a set of Xiaoyao swordsmanship on the spot. 

Those who know the situation praised the combination of strength and gentleness, and those who don’t know the situation thought they were here for a martial arts competition. 

Every man was confused. 

What does this woman want to do? 

“Don’t look down on me, I have had successful precedents!” 

Liuli answered quite proudly. 

Five hundred years ago, she had successfully captured the Wuji Sect’s ancestor, who had attained enlightenment and ascended four hundred years ago, with this move, envying countless female cultivators from both the human and demon realms. 

Whenever she thought of Meng Qingyu’s otherworldly face and his cold and abstinent aura, Liuli felt that these little chickens of the younger generation were too bland, and she couldn’t look up to them at all. 

However, her spiritual root is now severely damaged. Although she has five hundred years of cultivation, she is still a Yuanying, and she cannot break through. She has a superb swordsmanship, and she urgently needs to combine with the Wuji Sect disciples to cultivate the dual cultivation 大法 (dàfǎ, great method) to repair her spiritual root. 

It is also ashamed to say. 

She, a five-hundred-year-old great-grandmother-level figure, has to come out to show her face to seduce her grandchildren. She would have buried her face in the ground before. 

But compared to cultivation, what is face worth? 

Adjusting her mentality, taking advantage of the distraction of the Wuji Sect disciples in the village, Liuli flashed, jumped from the waist of the tree to the top of the tree, and skillfully hung the fish-tail kite tied around her waist on the top of the tree. 

The same preparation, she has done it five times in just half a month… 

Hua Se looked at Liuli’s lithe figure, her voice flattering, “Senior sister, can we just say can we change the way of seduction?” 

Liuli did a carp jump over the gate, tapped her toes lightly, and returned to the hidden waist of the tree in a beautiful posture, glaring and correcting in a rough voice, “How can you say it’s seduction, it’s clearly mutual attraction.” 

She also helped to fix the hair bun that was knocked askew when climbing the tree just now. 

Hua Se suddenly wanted to know, who is the great victim who succeeded… 

While the two were talking, two men in Wuji Sect robes walked towards here. 

The man walking in front was tall, with a calm aura, expressionless, but with firm eyes. He had a black iron sword carved with (pánlóngwén, coiled dragon pattern) hanging on his waist. Judging from the sword, he should be the well-known senior brother of the Wuji Sect, Zhu Nanshi. 

The Daoist behind him was no stranger to Liuli and the others. He was the second senior brother of the Wuji Sect, Ji Changfeng, whom they had just “bumped into” the other day. 

Ji Changfeng has delicate features, does not wear a sword, but only holds a fan in one hand. Although he looks weak and gentle, his strength is actually not to be underestimated. If Liuli hadn’t dodged quickly, she would have been split by his fan. 

Now is the time. 

Liuli poked her head out, reached for the kite at the top of the tree, pretending to be a weak woman who was anxiously trying to pick it up but couldn’t. 

Feeling the abnormality in front, Zhu Nanshi’s eyes were attracted by the figure of the woman in red on the mimosa tree. She had a willow-like waist, and a snow-white slender arm protruded from the wide lantern red sleeves. The red clothes on her body made her face look like a peach blossom, especially eye-catching. 

Seeing that she was unsteady on her feet, Zhu Nanshi instinctively wanted to fly to catch her, but was stopped by Ji Changfeng’s horizontal fan. He didn’t say much, just turned his eyes, and Zhu Nanshi understood and stopped. 

The two communicated with their spiritual sense. 

“Senior brother, you came late. My junior brother and I have been followed by a female rogue cultivator from Wuguo Mountain along the way. My junior brothers and I have all been attacked by her.” 

Zhu Nanshi frowned slightly and looked at Ji Changfeng, “Do you know her intention?” 

“I don’t know. After fighting, I found that she has no malice, but her behavior is particularly suspicious.” 

Wuguo Mountain is the junction of the human and demon realms. To be able to cultivate here, her skills must be considerable. 

This person does not use magic, and appears in front of them so blatantly, her behavior is indeed suspicious.