An hour later, Luo Jianqing walked out of Lingyun Hall in a hurry, not looking back as he walked forward. Just as he was about to fly towards Yuxiao Peak, a warm and gentle voice sounded from behind him: “Senior Brother, you really came back.”

Luo Jianqing stopped his steps and turned to look.

He saw Zuo Yunmo wearing a light-colored Daoist robe, with a Qingyun sword hanging from his waist, smiling at him. Zuo Yunmo’s smile was still as gentle and tolerant as it had been for the past few decades, but at this moment Luo Jianqing was anxious and didn’t have time to say more to him, so he bowed and said, “Junior Brother, it’s been a long time since we last met. I have some things to attend to, let’s talk more later.”

Unexpectedly, Zuo Yunmo said, “Senior Brother, where are you going?”

Luo Jianqing was momentarily stunned, then smiled and said, “I haven’t been back for over four years, Master must be very worried. I’m going back to Yuxiao Peak to see him and…talk to him about something.”

Zuo Yunmo’s response was his usual gentle smile.

Zuo Yunmo’s gaze was very clear, making Luo Jianqing gradually feel a little stiff. He felt as if these black eyes had completely seen through him, and he also felt that Zuo Yunmo’s gaze was complex and profound, with hidden meaning. This reminded Luo Jianqing of the last time he saw this brother-like junior in the far north in his past life, when Zuo Yunmo looked at him with the same expression.

But at that time, Zuo Yunmo didn’t even have a smile, unlike now, still smiling.

After a moment, Zuo Yunmo said, “Jianqing, I heard some time ago that a master and disciple in Liangzhou were expelled from the sect, do you know why?”

Luo Jianqing’s body shook and he asked, “Why?”

Zuo Yunmo looked at the handsome young man in front of him with deep eyes for a long time before he sighed heavily, a touch of sadness appearing in his eyes but quickly disappeared. He calmly said, “Because that master and disciple had an unconventional relationship.”

Luo Jianqing remained calm and silent.

Zuo Yunmo continued, “It’s been a long time since we last met, senior brother, I didn’t expect you to have reached the Nascent Soul stage.”

Luo Jianqing replied plainly, “You have also reached the Mid Gold Core stage.”

Zuo Yunmo suggested, “Since we’ve met today, it’s a rare opportunity. Senior brother, why don’t we exchange some pointers?”

Luo Jianqing declined, “Junior brother, I need to return to Yuxiao Peak.”

Zuo Yunmo frowned and became urgent, even forgetting to address Luo Jianqing as “senior brother.” He blurted out, “Jianqing, I watched you grow up, how could I not know you? But no matter what, you can’t…”

“Brother Yunmo!”

Zuo Yunmo was momentarily speechless.

He saw Luo Jianqing smiling at him, a relaxed and fearless expression on his elegant and handsome face. He looked at his older brother in shallow clothing seriously and said firmly, “Brother Yunmo, I haven’t called you that name since I was five years old. I will remember what you said today, but I really need to leave now. We’ll have a chance to exchange pointers another time.”
As the words fell, Luo Jianqing turned into a green light and disappeared from Cangshuang Peak in an instant.

Upon seeing this, Zuo Yunmo took a step back and tightly pursed his lips, raising his head to look in the direction where Luo Jianqing had disappeared. After waiting for a long time, he slowly closed his eyes, and his hand, which had been tightly gripping the sword handle, also loosened as he let out a heavy sigh.

At this point, Luo Jianqing had already arrived at Yuxiao Peak.

Hundreds of restrictions in front of Luo Jianqing all turned into nothingness. He walked on level ground and quickly reached the top of Yuxiao Peak. When Luo Jianqing arrived at the top of Yuxiao Peak, he suddenly saw that person. Dressed in a white, wide-sleeved, collared long robe with gold thread trim and a jade hairpin, the person was standing in the Spirit Medicine Garden, overlooking the countless spirit medicines.

Before seeing this person, Luo Jianqing had thought of countless words.

However, after seeing this person, he couldn’t say a single word, as if everything he wanted to say was stuck in his throat.

In the Lingyun Palace, the words of the Venerable Hao Xingzi were still echoing in Luo Jianqing’s ears.

“Do you know that Xuan Lingzi Junior Brother has not played the Yuxiao Qin for nearly a hundred years? Every time he plays it, it consumes his cultivation, but it can help others comprehend the Great Dao. However, Jianqing, he played it for you.”

“Do you know where the hundred-year peace between the Human and Demon races came from? All cultivators above the Mahayana Stage in the world know that the Demon race’s strongest Heavenly Rank Demon Venerable has reached the same level as my Human race’s late Mahayana Stage, even stronger than the Demon Lord Mo Qianqiu of the Demon Palace! Xuan Lingzi Junior Brother can defeat it, but he cannot kill it. Moreover, the Demon race’s Demon Venerable is twice as many as our Human race’s Venerables!”
“All of this is because, after the great war a hundred years ago, Xuan Lingzi made a covenant with the Demon Lord. From now on, he will not take a half step out of Taihua Mountain, nor will he seek opportunities outside. The four strongest demon lords of the demon clan must also stay in the demon realm and cannot cross the boundary of the Mo Dao Palace of Qianqiu. “

“He cannot leave Taihua Mountain, but forty-one years ago, he split his divine soul and brought you back. Five years ago, he split his divine soul again and accompanied you to the remains of the Northern star True Immortal, and was seriously injured! And four years ago, when you were going to the Flame Valley, he didn’t care about his own body and split half of his divine soul to accompany you into the Flame Valley.”

“Flame Valley is a dangerous place. Once the gate is closed in previous years, no one can leave. Do you know how terrible the consequences would be if half of Xuan Lingzi ’s divine soul fell there?”

“Jianqing, your master has done so much for you. You must work hard to cultivate. Superb aptitude has never appeared for a thousand years. If you can also reach the Nascent Soul stage within three hundred years, what about our human race…”

Jianqing didn’t hear what was said next.

His heart was trembling violently, and his spiritual power seemed to be boiling, accompanied by the gushing of blood. His surroundings became nothingness, and his ears were filled with silence. He could only hear “playing the Yuxiao Qin for you” and “splitting the divine soul for you”!

Jianqing had never experienced the pain of splitting his divine soul, but he definitely knew how sensitive the divine soul was.

When he formed his Nascent Soul on the ninth floor of the Flame Valley, he felt an incredible pain even when shaping it with his spiritual power. The pain of splitting the divine soul… it must be so intense.

That person accompanied him to the remains, and also accompanied him to the Flame Valley…

He defied danger and left Taihua Mountain for the sake of his parents…

Wu Yin, since you have done all of this, who am I in your heart?

Luo Jianqing stood at the peak of Yuxiao Peak, silently watching the white-robed venerable not far away. He didn’t say a word, just looked intently.

After a moment, Xuan Lingzi turned around and saw him, frowned lightly, and said coldly, “What happened in the Flowing Flame Valley that made you come back only now? Since you’ve already reached the Nascent Soul stage in your cultivation, it’s not bad, but you formed your foundation too early and it’s not stable. Don’t be proud and indulgent, continue to cultivate diligently.”

Luo Jianqing still pursed his lips and didn’t answer.

Xuan Lingzi looked at him in surprise and said, “Jianqing, why don’t you answer when I remind you?”

Luo Jianqing looked at him with complicated eyes and remained silent.

Xuan Lingzi gradually became cold in his expression and sternly reprimanded, “You forgot the basic rules after going out for a while. When did you become so rude? Today, I will not punish you for just returning to Taihua Mountain. But if you continue to behave like this in the future…”

“Master.”

Luo Jianqing’s low and hoarse voice suddenly stopped Xuan Lingzi .

In a lush bamboo forest, a breeze blew up the robe of the green-clad cultivator, and his black hair softly fluttered. Luo Jianqing smiled and said, “More than a year ago, I came out of the Flowing Flame Valley and drifted in the Luo River for a long time. I was saved by an old couple.” Pausing for a moment, Luo Jianqing continued, “They are my parents.”

Xuan Lingzi was silent for a moment but then said, “You did not sever your ties with your parents.”

Luo Jianqing nodded: “Yes, I did not sever the ties with my parents. Master, why must I sever the ties with my parents? Why must I become a heartless and unfeeling person? You also said that even you have not severed your worldly desires, so may I dare to ask if your parents have already passed away many years ago, have you also not severed the ties with them? Or can you tell me, your unsevered worldly desires, what are they?”

Xuan Lingzi shook his sleeves: “How audacious!”

Luo Jianqing was sent flying three steps by Xuan Lingzi, but he gritted his teeth and walked towards Xuan Lingzi, asking: “Master, are your unsevered worldly desires your parents?”

Xuan Lingzi’s expression was cold: “This master has no parents, they have long been severed!”

Luo Jianqing continued: “Then are your worldly desires the Sect Master, other senior brothers and sisters, or the entire Taihua Mountain?”

Xuan Lingzi said: “Those are not worldly desires!”

Luo Jianqing had now walked up to Xuan Lingzi, and he looked up at his ethereal master against the light. He looked at Xuan Lingzi for a long time, but did not notice that Xuan Lingzi’s fingers under his large sleeves had already clenched. Suddenly, Luo Jianqing laughed out loud and asked seriously, “Then, Master, are your worldly desires… me?”

With widened eyes, Xuan Lingzi’s golden sword light flashed, and Luo Jianqing flew out, crashing into the sturdy bamboo.

Xuan Lingzi sternly reprimanded, “Nonsense! Luo Jianqing, you disrespect your elders and speak recklessly. Today, I will punish you to meditate on the Cliff of Reflection until you repent. When you realize your mistake, then you can come out. Your cultivation is in vain, you are unworthy to be the top disciple of Taihua Mountain, you are unworthy to be my disciple, Xuan Lingzi!” ^[1]confession cliff = cliff of reflection

Luo Jianqing groaned, his chest churning, and he spat out a mouthful of blood.
Upon seeing this, Xuan Lingzi did not show any concern and continued to stare coldly, seemingly angry.

However, Luo Jianqing smiled lightly, wiped the blood from his lips, stood up, and walked towards the person again. His gaze was sincere and firm, like a blazing fire that burned Xuan Lingzi to ashes. Xuan Lingzi stood frozen, motionless, but heard his disciple suddenly laugh.

“Master, do you really… think that way?”

“Is there any master in the world who would cut their own soul multiple times, just to worry about their disciple?”

“Is there any master in the world who has never admitted to these things and refuses to tell their disciples?”

Each sentence hit Xuan Lingzi ’s heart, making his face pale, unable to refute a single word.

When Luo Jianqing walked in front of Xuan Lingzi , he gazed at him with a complex look, the sound of the wind brushing past his ears, and the rustling of bamboo leaves in the bamboo forest. After a long time, Luo Jianqing whispered, “Even if all of this is really just the relationship between master and disciple, then who was it that pressed me down and, uncontrollably, kissed his disciple in the seventh gate of the Northern Star True Immortal’s remains ?”

This sentence was like a thunderbolt, completely leaving Xuan Lingzi stunned.

He never thought that when he had carefully erased the memory for fear of hurting his disciple, he had not completely wiped away that memory. From beginning to end, Luo Jianqing had regarded it as an illusion, a dream, and only thought of it as his own foolish wish.

He only remembered a kiss, and he remembered the person he had loved for decades pressing him down and passionately kissing him.
How could that person have kissed him? And how could he have kissed so seriously?

However, Hao Xingzi said that that time, Xuan Lingzi went there and came back with serious injuries.

Why was that person seriously injured?

Li Xiuchen’s serious injury in the stone chamber had an explanation, as did the obedience of the remnant soul of the Beidou True Monarch.

All of this was because this person came, this person saved him, and this person… kissed him.

Could all of this be explained by a simple master-disciple relationship?

Looking at the clear and indifferent white-clad venerable in front of him, the smile on Luo Jianqing’s face gradually faded away, and his voice trembled as he almost timidly asked that question.

“In your heart, who am I, Wu Yin?”

As soon as the words fell, a hot kiss covered him.

Luo Jianqing’s kiss came too quickly, even Xuan Lingzi didn’t have time to avoid it, he was stunned and let his disciple kiss him. The scorching temperature was transmitted through the area where their lips met. Luo Jianqing reached out and hugged this person, just as he had fantasized for decades, tightly embracing him.
He kissed recklessly, biting at the cold lips of the other person, then suddenly felt a chill in his chest and flew backwards.

Before the bamboo hut, Xuan Lingzi trembled as he hoarsely said, “You’re being audacious! Do you really think that your master won’t dare to kill you?”

“Wu Yin, you like me,” said Luo Jianqing, wiping away the blood from his lips and smiling.

Xuan Lingzi’s face turned pale and his voice trembled, “Nonsense!”

“But Wu Yin, you like me,” Luo Jianqing repeated.

This time, he got up from the ground without any concern, walked over to him and kissed him again. Xuan Lingzi’s stiff body gave Luo Jianqing the most truthful answer, but after a few breaths, Xuan Lingzi angrily pierced Luo Jianqing’s shoulder with a golden sword light, then turned into a golden light and disappeared into the vast Yexiao Peak.

As he left, Luo Jianqing was still smiling, staring blankly at the place where he disappeared.

However, just a moment later, when he confirmed that the figure had truly left, Luo Jianqing spat out a mouthful of blood, which was full of green light. He fainted and fell into a pool of blood.

One day later, when Xuan Lingzi returned to Yexiao Peak with a cold face, he saw Luo Jianqing lying in a pool of blood.
Xuan Lingzi trembled all over, his face full of fear. He hugged the young man whose face was pale, and golden spiritual power spread out, carefully probing. Luo Jianqing’s breathing was so weak that even the fluctuations of his spiritual power were difficult to detect. Xuan Lingzi ’s fingers trembled as he held onto Luo Jianqing, and when his spiritual power touched his dantian, Xuan Lingzi suddenly stiffened, his eyes flashing with fear and regret.

“You dare to forcefully mobilize your spiritual power to resist my sword qi without even consolidating your primordial spirit?!” (primordial spirit=divine sense)

Without hesitation, Xuan Lingzi picked up Luo Jianqing and turned into a golden light, flying straight to Qinglan Peak.

He entered Yu Qingzi’s cave without a word, knocked out two disciples who were bowing in greeting, broke through three doors, and quickly found Yu Qingzi who was refining pills. When she saw him, she was startled, but when she saw Luo Jianqing in his arms, her eyes widened in shock. “Such a serious injury? Your primordial spirit is not even consolidated, yet you suffered such a serious injury to it? Junior Brother, this is… huh? This is your sword qi!”

Yu Qingzi looked at the two with a complicated expression.

Xuan Lingzi was already as pale as paper, his forehead covered with sweat, and he seemed to be on the verge of passing out. He hoarsely pleaded, “Senior Sister, save him! Save him!”

Ten days later, Luo Jianqing woke up on Qinglan Peak.

His junior sister, Mu Tianxin, was sitting beside him, watching over him. When she saw Luo Jianqing wake up, she stood up in excitement and exclaimed repeatedly, “Big Senior Brother, you’ve finally woken up! Master kept saying that you suffered such a serious injury to your primordial spirit without even forming it into shape, it was very dangerous this time. If it hadn’t been handled properly, there would have been a 30% chance of falling back to the Golden Core stage, a 20% chance of never being able to form a Nascent Soul, and a 10% chance…” At this point, Mu Tianxin’s face darkened and she clenched her fists. “Master dared to say that there was a 10% chance of falling directly into death! She’s talking nonsense again, I won’t talk to her for six months!”

Luo Jianqing was still too weak to speak, so he could only look at Mu Tianxin anxiously.

However, Mu Tianxin was unable to understand and continued to speak incessantly.
Three days later, Luo Jianqing regained his mobility. His first act was to bid farewell to Venerable Yu Qingzi and prepare to return to Yuxiao Peak. But to his surprise, Yu Qingzi sighed and said, “Jianqing, your master has closed the door of death. What have you done to make him so angry?”

Luo Jianqing suddenly froze at the words, but after a moment, he smiled and said, “Martial Aunt, perhaps it’s because I haven’t returned for many days, and my master is worried.”

Yuqingzi nodded gently, “Yes, your master loves you so much. Don’t let him worry in the future. Do you remember when you and Xiner ran into the demon beast garden on Yushou Peak to play, and didn’t come back for a whole day? Your master was so anxious that he turned over the entire Taihua Mountain.”

Luo Jianqing asked, “Martial Aunt, I only remember that my master punished me to kneel at the Confession cliff for three months.”

Yu Qingzi laughed, “You remembered it wrong. It was only one month. Your master felt sorry for you and let you go back. It was not a glorious thing to make the whole Taihua Mountain alarmed and cause chaos just to find two disciples. It’s normal for your master not to tell you.”

Luo Jianqing nodded in silence.

Yu Qingzi didn’t notice anything unusual and just reminded him not to anger his master again before letting him go. Luo Jianqing walked on the path of Qinglan Peak, and the words of Yu Qingzi seemed to ring in his ears again.

“They all say that I spoil Xiner to the heavens, but I see that Master Xuan Lingzi cares more about you.”

In retrospect, Luo Jianqing realized that although that person did not express concern and care for him, he was always there waiting for him on the peak every time he returned from his adventures. Countless complex emotions weighed heavily on his heart, and Luo Jianqing began to regret why he had pushed that person to the cliff edge with such force before.
He knew very well that his master valued etiquette the most. Xuan Lingzi, the venerable of Taihua Mountain, was high and mighty, but on that day he was forced to the point where he couldn’t even speak a word, looking pale and fragile as if he was about to drown.

At that time, he had released his resentment, and even for a moment, Luo Jianqing had thought about what the person would feel if he came back and saw his body. Would he regret it? Would he blame himself? Would he despair? He really wanted that person to break the mask of aloofness that he had worn for hundreds of years, so he tried to conceal his own injuries and didn’t let that person find out.

However, Luo Jianqing didn’t know that Xuan Lingzi was already emotionally disturbed and in a panic. How could he possibly have noticed his injuries?

From Yu Qingzi’s words, Luo Jianqing got the answer he wanted. When that person carried him to Qinglan Peak, he was already so panicked that he seemed like he could collapse at any moment. That person had lost his rationality and kept begging Yu Qingzi to save his life, even suggesting using his (WY) soul to heal his (LJQ) injuries.

Yu Qingzi said, “It’s been more than 300 years, and I’ve never seen my junior brother so scared.”

However, as soon as he confirmed that everything was stable, that person immediately left, even closing the door tightly.

At this moment, Luo Jianqing had already returned to the top of Mount Yuxiao and stood in front of that person’s bamboo house, remaining silent for a long time.

After a while, Luo Jianqing said hoarsely, “Master.”

There was no echo from inside the house.

Luo Jianqing reached out to enter, but was blocked by a golden barrier. He said, “Master, since you have done so much for me, why are you hiding in this house now and refusing to come out and see me?”
The response to Luo Jianqing’s request was a silent stillness.

Luo Jianqing didn’t give up and said, “If you won’t come out to see me, I’ll kneel here outside.”

With that, Luo Jianqing lifted his robe and knelt down. He kept his back straight and stared intensely at the closed door.

Under the scorching sun and pouring rain, it wouldn’t be a problem for a Nascent Soul-stage cultivator like him to kneel there for ten years. However, after a month of kneeling, there was still no sign of the door opening. And on the fortieth day, Luo Jianqing suddenly passed out due to his previous injuries.

When he woke up, the door was still closed, rejecting him with cold indifference.

At this point, Luo Jianqing suddenly laughed. He stood up unsteadily and said, “Although you refuse to see me, I will keep waiting. Wu Yin, I will use this time to solidify my cultivation. After I ascend to the Nascent Soul stage, will you still treat me like this?”

The room remained silent.

Luo Jianqing’s gaze was intense, as if he could see through the barrier and into the room. He looked for a long time before finally flicking his robe and leaving with one final statement.

“Luo Jianqing’s feelings for Wu Yin go beyond that of a master and disciple. Master…I have feelings for you.”

With that, Luo Jianqing entered his bamboo house and began to cultivate in seclusion.
The voice echoed constantly on the desolate peak of Yuxiao Mountain, causing the bamboo leaves to sway gently.

Inside a bamboo house, Xuan Lingzi had a pale face and tightly closed eyes, seemingly trying to maintain his turbulent state of mind. In another bamboo house, Luo Jianqing sat cross-legged and began to cultivate. Only he knew that he had formed his Nascent Soul at the age of forty, sixteen years earlier than Xuan Lingzi .

When would he be able to reach the Nascent Soul stage? What kind of scene would it be? ^[2]tl’s note: i think they mean for him to form his primordial spirit and/or reaching later stage of nascent soul

He had already laid everything out with that person, but the person refused to cross the line of taboo between master and disciple. So the only option left for Luo Jianqing was to use his strength to force that person out!

As Luo Jianqing was about to meditate and cultivate, a thick book suddenly fell onto the floor of the bamboo house. Luo Jianqing was startled, then sucked the book over with his palm and saw the large characters on it: “Seeking Immortality 2”!

^[3]Author’s note:[Big Senior Brother: Look at this person, liking me but not admitting it [doge] He likes me he likes me he likes me [doge][doge][doge] It’s been a long time since I’ve felt this … Continue reading