The Records of the Goddess Qiongming, Part 4

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Chapter Four, I Once Had a Disciple.
The mountain wind was still, the cold moon silent. Lin Xuanyan returned to his room, silently turning the pages of a book. This time, he had chosen a different book,
one he had written himself years ago. He stroked the familiar handwriting, feeling as if from another world.
The characters weren't masterpieces, but the strong, elegant strokes possessed a certain charm, like a sword piercing through clouds and splitting
rocks, unstoppable.
He didn't read the contents; for him, reading this invaluable sword manual horizontally, vertically, or backwards yielded the same
result . His gaze slowly fell upon each character.
The door and window were slightly ajar. The breeze, unable to read, randomly turned the pages. With each character Lin Xuanyan read, the
original gradually disappeared, leaving the characters devoid of spirit, truly just
ordinary words on paper.
Lin Xuanyan rubbed the powerful sword intent between his fingers, lost in thought.
The world changes like white clouds and grey dogs, only the sword aura still recognizes him. The sword energy returned to his body with his touch
, transforming into the flowing water within the vast ocean of the sword embryo.
Turning the last page, he gently exhaled a breath of stale air.
Light began to emanate from the horizon, surging in like a raging tide. Dawn had broken. Lin Xuanyan
closed his eyes for a short rest.
He felt he had been cultivating diligently, more so than he had in centuries. Even in
his dreams, he continued to cultivate.
In his dreams, he recalled sword techniques, practiced sword formations, and then he kept replaying the scene before he fell asleep.
The scene kept appearing in his dreams: the vast, verdant mountains, and the rising sun cradled by the peaks, the overwhelming
, suffocating light of the ocean.
Just as he was gaining insight and entering a profound state, the earth shook violently in his dream.
He groggily opened his eyes and saw Yu Xiaotang's youthful face.
"Junior brother, junior brother, why are you sleeping on the table? Wake up, it's already night!" Yu Xiaotang shook him.
"Junior brother, do you know that today is New Year's Eve in the human world? It's so lively!"
Lin Xuanyan, who had finally gained some insight, was abruptly interrupted. He was still a little annoyed. This kind of
insight would have been insignificant five hundred years ago, but now he could be described as "sparing words like gold". He refused, saying, "
Go find someone else."
Yu Xiaotang poked his forehead, "Are you stupid? Our Sword Sect only has four people, including Master. Zhao Nian, that
blockhead insisted on practicing swordsmanship even during the New Year. Master is even less likely to go. I can't possibly drag her along."
Lin Xuanyan asked, "Then how do you know I'll go with you?"
Yu Xiaotang said seriously, "Although you usually have a sullen expression, I know Junior Brother isn't a bored
person."
Lin Xuanyan feigned surprise, "Senior Sister truly has discerning eyes!"
Yu Xiaotang said happily, "Then let's pack up and go!"
Lin Xuanyan's expression changed, returning to its expressionless state, "I'm not going."
Yu Xiaotang asked, "You are... " " It's not because I was punished by Master last night that I'm in a bad mood. It's okay,
our Master has a typical soft heart. He definitely won't really blame you, so don't take it to heart."
Lin Xuanyan said, "I'm not going."
Yu Xiaotang thought for a moment, then imitated him and ruffled his hair, saying charmingly, "Junior brother, be good, come with me
."
Lin Xuanyan felt a strange sensation when she patted his head. He took a deep breath and said sarcastically, "You
little girl whose body hasn't even fully developed yet, you still want to seduce me?"
Yu Xiaotang trembled upon hearing this. She leaned forward and looked down at her body, asking, "What do you mean by '
not fully developed yet'?"
Lin Xuanyan asked, "How old are you this year?"
"Sixteen."
Lin Xuanyan said, "In two more years, your body... um... will become much taller, your legs will become
longer, and that part will become bigger."
Lin Xuanyan pointed to her still not very large chest.
Yu Xiaotang instinctively clutched her chest, her expression filled with longing. "Will I become prettier?"
"Probably not."
Yu Xiaotang's face fell, looking sickly.
Lin Xuanyan smiled. "Because you're already very pretty."
Yu Xiaotang, being just a young girl, perked up again. Suddenly, she seemed to remember something,
and with an "oh," she said mysteriously, "Um, junior brother, do you know! This year, Jietian Tower will be holding a huge
song and dance party, and that girl is said to be making an appearance. She's the one you thought of last time!"
Lin Xuanyan's heart skipped a beat. "Lu Jiajing?"
Yu Xiaotang's eyes lit up, and she tentatively asked, "Did you suddenly decide to go?"
"..."
The mortal world was not as desolate as the mountain; bright lights illuminated thousands of homes, and the streets were filled with the sounds of fireworks and brothels. The crackling of firecrackers ushered in the old
year, and new peachwood charms replaced the old. Above the city's surging lights, many beautiful
fairies in colorful robes and flowing silk floated gracefully, carrying flower baskets. With a flick of their delicate hands, crimson petals flew from their long, slender fingers, transforming into
a gentle rain of red petals.
Carriages and horses moved like dragons, tall steeds and three-headed, six-armed mythical beasts slowly weaving through the crowds. Many elaborately decorated sedan
chairs, adorned with dragons and phoenixes, seemed to float away on their own, a sight everyone knew was the work of immortals, and they marveled at it.
They traveled from the mountain to Chengjun City, the main city of the Xuanyuan Dynasty. The night was already very deep, but Chengjun City
was already ablaze with light. A dazzling display of fireworks illuminated the city as bright as day.
Yu Xiaotang, his fingers interlaced at his chest, gazed longingly at the brilliant fireworks in the sky, his pupils
sparkling .
The bustling scene was reflected in Lin Xuanyan's clear eyes, but he didn't feel much emotion. The splendor
was beautiful—the fireworks were beautiful, the flowing carriages and horses were beautiful, the nightly dragon dance was beautiful—but it was all
fleeting . However, seeing Yu Xiaotang looking around happily, he joined her.
"Senior Sister, isn't this fun?"
Yu Xiaotang, picking up an embroidered, stuffed handmade rabbit, answered absentmindedly, "Of course."
Lin Xuanyan asked curiously, "Then won't you want to go back to the mountain?"
Yu Xiaotang put down the exquisitely crafted rabbit and said earnestly, "Of course not, I can't abandon
Master ."
"Why?"
"I was an unwanted child. Master took me in and raised me in the sect. How could I be blinded by
greed !"
Just then, another burst of fireworks soared into the sky, making her beautiful face even more radiant.
"Found it? This plot sounds so familiar..." Lin Xuanyan suddenly felt a pang of melancholy.
Suddenly, the crowd erupted in cheers.
"Ah! The New Year's bell is ringing!" Yu Xiaotang exclaimed excitedly.
"Ringing the bell?"
"It's the bell ringing at Jietian Tower!" Yu Xiaotang said excitedly, "I told you when I came here,
the Palace Master of Qingmu Palace, Lu Jiajing, is ringing the bell herself."
Yu Xiaotang pulled his hand, pushing them deeper into the crowd.
Countless fireworks rose continuously, trailing a faint gray line, ascending to the sky, exploding into dazzling
five colors . As the New Year approached, more and more fireworks blazed brilliantly, as if exhausting all the splendor of the world. The entire night sky
was ablaze with color, burning into a magnificent sea of fire.
Jietian Tower was even more dazzling, brightly lit, with each floor adorned with a magnificent and
large floral knot woven from bouquets, each floor using different flowers, each with its own auspicious meaning.
Having finally squeezed their way to the vicinity of the Tower of Heaven, the crowd was so dense that it was difficult to move forward even an inch. Yu Xiaotang and
Lin Xuanyan held hands to prevent themselves from getting lost. Despite it being the dead of winter, Chengjun City felt no cold at all.
The palms of the young man and woman's clasped hands were even damp with sweat.
Looking up, a huge, gilded hole hung in front of the tower. The sand in that hole was about to drain away, and
against the magnificent backdrop of countless fireworks blooming and fading, the intense flames shimmered and sparkled, peeling away bit by bit, like
snow falling from a sea of fire.
Suddenly, several loud explosions of fireworks rang out, even making Lin Xuanyan's heart skip a beat. Several incredibly powerful
fireworks soared into the sky, exploding in mid-air, blooming into layers of lotus flowers.
The lotus leaves stretched endlessly to the sky, a boundless expanse of green.
Beneath the magnificent fireworks, the lotus flowers swayed gracefully, as if one could feel the summer
breeze blowing in their faces.
As the lotus flowers bloomed, the brilliant fireworks faded away. As the splendor faded and the darkness of night
returned, people noticed that fine snowflakes were still falling from the sky.
Suddenly, a bright light appeared in the chilly night,
illuminating the entire sky.
A woman gracefully descended from the top of the tower, stepping on lotus flowers formed by fireworks. The lotus flowers shattered
with step, falling into shimmering light. Her pale blue dress was adorned with large clusters of
brocade flowers and birds, yet it did not appear gaudy; instead, it shone like the bright moon in the sky.
The silk ribbon draped over her arm was as white as snow, descending from the heavens to earth.
All eyes were drawn to her, for she was Lu Jiajing, the mistress of Qingmu Palace,
one of the most beautiful women in the world.
She was otherworldly, for she herself was the most beautiful firework in the world.
A strong wind blew, causing her brocade-like dress to flutter softly, dazzling and mesmerizing, like flowing clouds and swirling snow.
Everyone looked up at her. Only Lin Xuanyan withdrew his gaze.
He rubbed his forehead, recalling some past events, and smiled silently. He felt that she did
indeed than in plain clothes.
A red curtain slowly descended from the sky, revealing a bronze bell, square and upright, with the two characters "Xuanyuan" engraved on it.
Countless bronze sculptures of rare and exotic beasts surrounded the two characters "Xuanyuan," and the clear sound of the bell rang out, echoing in
the sky above the Xuanyuan Dynasty, far-reaching and lingering.
"May my Xuanyuan Dynasty have a long and prosperous reign."
Lu Jiajing's ethereal voice was like the bright moon falling into the heart of a lake, like ripples stirred by a gentle breeze. The wind and snow were no longer cold;
everyone raised their arms and shouted, "May our Xuanyuan reign long and prosperous!"
"May our Xuanyuan reign long and prosperous..."
The entire city rallied in unison, each voice a ripple, ripples upon ripples forming a vast,
surging sea, reaching its highest point where the waves rose like walls.
Yu Xiaotang listened to the deafening shouts from the crowd, neither covering her ears nor joining in the commotion. She
simply stared blankly at Lu Jiajing, who appeared like a celestial maiden descending to earth, her expression dazed. She thought this woman was breathtakingly
beautiful. Although she couldn't see clearly from a distance, her dignified and elegant yet ethereal beauty
was so stunning it was almost blinding.
The New Year's bells rang again and again, and people only then vaguely realized that a year had passed just like that.
It was only after Lu Jiajing left that everyone came to their senses. The fleeting glimpse of the goddess Luo in the books
was probably no more than this.
The bustling atmosphere, having reached its peak, didn't dissipate, but rather gradually cooled. The crowds remained dense.
Hand in , young men and women strolled slowly through the streets of Chengjun City, exchanging occasional conversations, the girl's conversation mostly driven by
curiosity.
They walked and stopped frequently. Yu Xiaotang suddenly asked, "Will I be as beautiful as that older sister someday?"
The sound of bells rang out in the streets, growing louder as they approached, and occasionally, celestial beings seemed to fly overhead. Every household was decorated with lanterns and colorful decorations,
door gods bared their fangs and brandished their claws, and the fading shouts of vendors chased the flowing water into the distance.
Lin Xuanyan looked at Yu Xiaotang's slightly raised face; her face was exquisite, with cherry-red lips, watery eyes, and a
delicate nose—a true beauty in the making. However, Lin Xuanyan still smiled and said, "I think it's difficult."
Yu Xiaotang puffed out her cheeks. Although she felt that Lin Xuanyan was telling the truth, she was still a little annoyed and
said , "Hey. Alright, alright, it's an auspicious day. Today, Senior Sister will be magnanimous and not hold a grudge. Hey, how did we end up
here again?"
After wandering around Chengjun City and walking through many alleys, they ended up back in front of Jietian Tower. Jietian Tower
was brightly lit , as if it were made of woven lanterns. Lin Xuanyan suddenly said, "Let's go to that shop for some tea."
Yu Xiaotang asked, "Did you bring enough silver?"
Lin Xuanyan nodded and said, "We used to be considered a large family, so we have some savings. I
stole some from Master's treasury a few days ago."
Yu Xiaotang stared at him in disbelief: "Aren't you afraid of dying?"
Lin Xuanyan laughed: "If Master finds out, I'll say it was my senior sister who ordered it."
"You!" Yu Xiaotang snorted and grabbed his ear. "Who did you just say ordered it?"
Lin Xuanyan quickly smiled and begged for mercy. The two of them playfully bickered until they arrived at the shop, ordered two cups of flower tea, and sat down. Yu
Xiaotang didn't have much of a concept of money; after all, she was a hermit cultivating on the mountain, and this was a rare
moment of déjà vu .
Lin Xuanyan covered his ear, which was aching from being pinched, and quietly took a sip of tea. The aroma of the tea filled the air, lingering on his lips and teeth.
Even though it's a small teahouse, it's unusually crowded tonight because of its proximity to the Jietian Tower. If it weren't for the fact that...
It was past midnight, and there was no way to find a seat.
The person next to him seemed to be a disciple of a celestial sect. Lin Xuanyan glanced at him twice, feeling that the school uniform looked somewhat familiar,
but couldn't quite place it. He had just taken a sip of tea when he heard the
person in the black and white Daoist robes with a yin-yang headband say, "The tea in this mortal world is indeed not as good as the tea back home. It's truly unpalatable."
A handsome man with a deep blue headband said, "Junior brother, you're used to a life of luxury.
Although this tea is bland, it's not too bad."
Suddenly, someone else spoke up, "I heard that the Dao Trial Conference will be held here again in a few months."
"Children fighting, what's so interesting about that?" Someone sneered.
Then someone else said, "That Xiao Wang has already reached the seventh realm at such a young age. He's considered
a genius among geniuses back home."
"But there's only one Xiao Wang."
"Perhaps someone is biding their time, waiting for the day to make a name for themselves. Junior brother, you shouldn't speak rashly." The
person with the deep blue headband seemed to be the highest-ranking among them.
"Senior brother, what do you think of the Palace Master of Qingmu Palace?"
The senior brother replied, "A fleeting glimpse, a rare find in this world."
Hearing this, Lin Xuanyan suddenly remembered their identities. No wonder their school uniforms looked so familiar;
they were from the Fuyu Dao Sect. Judging from their appearance, they were likely outer disciples, but even so, their status was exceptionally noble.
Yu Xiaotang couldn't wait to drink her tea; she had already run to the window, peering out, staring blankly at
the towering building opposite.
Suddenly, Lin Xuanyan froze in his tea-drinking. He had heard the junior brother who had spoken first whisper something
mysteriously . His hearing was very sharp, so he had heard what those words were.
"This year's Trial of the Dao is going to be quite a spectacle.
It's said that Lu Jiajing, the Palace Master of Qingmu Palace and the Holy Maiden of the Xuanyuan Dynasty, will declare our Yin-Yang Dao as the only orthodox Daoist practice of the Xuanyuan Dynasty, and will publicly practice it after the Trial of the
Dao concludes..."
"Practicing it in public? What does that mean?"
"It means being deflowered in public!"
"What?!"
Someone even dropped their teacup, spilling tea everywhere. The person didn't have time to wipe it up and
immediately asked, "Where did you get this news? Is it true?"
"Exactly! We all saw it just now. Lu Jiajing is such a divine figure, even
the Holy Maiden Xia of the Divine King Palace... is no less impressive. How could she possibly do something so humiliating? This must be a deliberate
fabrication."
However, the Daoist disciple was very certain, saying, "Believe it or not, my father is
a high-ranking official in the Xuanyuan Dynasty, and he told me himself. In another month, this news will probably spread throughout the entire Qiongming Realm."
"How is that possible? How could Lu Jiajing agree to such a thing? Impossible!"
Lin Xuanyan could no longer drink his tea. He had been through thick and thin with Lu Jiajing and
knew . How could such a proud woman do such a thing?
The man sighed softly, "No matter how powerful the Palace Master of Qingmu Palace is, how could she possibly be greater than the ironclad laws of
the Xuanyuan Dynasty? This time, the Xuanyuan Dynasty deliberately sought to forge an alliance with the Yin-Yang Dao of Fuyu, hence this action.
Lu Jiajing is merely a sacrifice they used to express their loyalty to the Fuyu Divine King Palace."
"But why? Why would a dynasty that reigns supreme over the mortal realm do such a thing?" "
Because of the Northern Region! Previously, the Northern Region was turbulent. Although those demons possessed powerful and extremely dangerous bodies,
they were always internally unstable and not a significant threat. But now, with the emergence of the Demon Lord and the unification of the Northern Region, if those
countless demons and monsters unite as one, their fighting power will far surpass that of humans. If they were to launch
an attack on the Xuanyuan Dynasty, even if the Xuanyuan Dynasty survived, it would be severely weakened. If other princes were to seize the opportunity to act
, the dynasty might no longer belong to the Xuanyuan family."
"So, Fairy Lu is going to sacrifice herself for the Xuanyuan Dynasty?"
"It's not like she's died or her cultivation has vanished, why make it sound so tragic? Lu Jiajing is already a master of the Transcendent Realm, second only to Pei Yuhan, the Sword Sect Master, in terms of
female combat strength. She must have a deep understanding of the Dao, and cultivating the Yin-Yang Dao
isn't necessarily a bad thing. It's just that to be publicly... it's still hard to accept." The disciple took a sip of tea
, looking heartbroken.
"Lu Jiajing..." the senior brother murmured the name.
Someone patted him on the shoulder, comforting him, "Senior brother, don't think about it. Senior brother, focus on your cultivation. With such talent,
you'll definitely enter the inner sect. As an inner disciple of the Daoist sect, you might even win the favor of Fairy Lu and get to know her
."
The senior brother scolded, "Junior brother, don't talk nonsense."
"If Lu Jiajing also falls for him, then Pei Yuhan, the sect leader of the Sword Sect, will be the only joke in this dynasty.
I heard that Pei Yuhan is a stunning beauty whose looks and temperament are no less than Lu Jiajing's."
The senior brother took a sip of tea but still couldn't help asking, "Then who exactly is going to seduce Fairy Lu..."
The disciple shook his head leisurely and said, "Speaking of this makes me angry. My father told me that it seems to be
the winner of the Trial of the Dao... Sigh, how dare a junior from a mortal sect lay a finger on a fairy? The more I think about it, the angrier I get."
"That's really letting Xiao Wang off easy. This decision is probably
the result of negotiations between the rulers of the Xuanyuan Dynasty and the Yin-Yang Pavilion. In the mortal realm, the Xuanmen and the Yin-Yang Pavilion are equivalent to the will of the Yin-Yang Dao of the Divine Palace. This further demonstrates the Xuanyuan
Dynasty's determination to surrender to the Floating Island Divine Palace. It seems that the Demon Lord is indeed powerful. I wonder what kind of person he is
that could cause the Xuanyuan Emperor such a headache."
The senior brother frowned and said, "Aren't they afraid that someone will defeat Xiao Wang?"
The junior brother sneered, "Do you think the threshold of the seventh realm is so easy to reach? Besides, even if someone does
defeat him, so what? Five of the six major sects cultivate according to the principles of Yin and Yang. Although their sects are different, they all
lead to the same goal . That victorious junior will definitely be a big figure in the Xuanyuan Dynasty in the future. He might even become
a key pawn in the war against the Northern Region. Sacrificing a woman at the Transformation Realm is nothing. For a truly great nation,
what does it matter how stunning a woman's beauty is?"
"It's just a pity that the Xuanmen has Xiao Wang, but the Yin-Yang Pavilion can't produce any decent young men."
"Hmm. I've heard the daughter of the Yin-Yang Pavilion Master is stunningly beautiful. At such a young age, she was listed as
one of the Four Beauties of the Xuanyuan Dynasty."
"That Miss Ji? So what? Just a useless person who can't cultivate. Her looks are destined to be
a tool for her family."
The crowd was still discussing, but Lin Xuanyan couldn't listen anymore. He raised his cup, poured out the tea,
and drank it all in . After paying for the tea, he pulled Yu Xiaotang, who was still looking out the window with a bewildered expression, and left the teahouse.
At that moment, Lin Xuanyan's eyes suddenly caught a glimpse of a bright red light, so intense it was like indelible
ink. Following the light, Lin Xuanyan saw a red hem peeking out from the west window. Lin Xuanyan was slightly taken aback,
wondering why he hadn't noticed such a striking garment while drinking tea. Had he been too engrossed in
the conversation ?
He subconsciously took two steps back, peering through the window to get a clearer look at the people at the table. Two people were sitting in the chairs:
a person in red, wearing bronze armor, with a well-proportioned figure, whose gender was unclear. Beside this person sat a boy in bright
yellow clothes, chattering incessantly.
Chengjun City was a melting pot of people, full of strange and unusual individuals; he glanced at them a few more times but didn't pay them much attention.
Seeing his pale face, Yu Xiaotang asked, "What's wrong? Is the tea not good? I feel
fine ."
Lin Xuanyan didn't know how to describe his feelings. It was like... like
hearing . Did all the women he had once been intimate with have to suffer such a calamity? The sword path had collapsed
; I alone could bear it, why should innocent bystanders be affected?
His fingers moved silently in his sleeves, calculating. But he couldn't figure anything out. Was it because someone was obscuring the secrets of heaven?
Or was it something else? He felt a rare headache.
"I've seen enough of the spectacle. Let's go back to the mountain gate," Lin Xuanyan said to Yu Xiaotang.
Yu Xiaotang looked at the big city with some reluctance, as if trying to imprint every bit of its prosperity into her eyes.
Lin Xuanyan comforted her, "We'll be back in four months. Don't be too sad."
Yu Xiaotang sniffed, "But it won't be as lively as it is now in four months. Besides, we
'll just be ..."
"Is our sect really that bad?"
Yu Xiaotang said weakly, "I've been in the sect for over ten years, and it's always the same. I hate the Trial of Dao Tournament the most
..."
Lin Xuanyan patted her head and said, "This year will be different."
Yu Xiaotang slapped his hand away and said angrily, "Why do you always like to pat my head!
You know that will stunt my growth! If I don't grow up to be as pretty as Sister Lu or Master, I'll kill you!"
Lin Xuanyan smiled without saying a word. However, when Lu Jiajing's name was mentioned, his expression darkened a bit. Closing his eyes,
the fairy in the colorful dress, standing alone in the world, seemed to still be in his mind's eye.
...
Snow falls all year round on Burning Ash Peak. A girl in a black dress sat on the cliff and looked into the distance. This time
she didn't look at the sea. Instead, she looked at the side that was away from the sea. The city stretched far, far away, faintly
illuminated by fireworks and lanterns. Gazing into the distance, there was no clamor, only the glow of countless lights,
a scene of tranquil peace.
A chilling mountain wind ruffled the pages of a book lying open on her lap. The pages turned, revealing
grotesque, menacing figures of ghosts and monsters, their forms eerie and menacing.
The girl's skirt barely reached her knees as she sat on a cliff, her exposed, snow-white legs dangling precariously
. She was serene and alone.
Behind her, the waves crashed against the shore day and night; before her, the lights of countless homes shone at her feet.
On New Year's Eve, she gazed into the distance, her eyes deep and unfocused, lost in thought.
From the distant city came the sound of bells, again and again. By the time the clamor reached the mountain, it had faded into
a faint, chilling mountain breeze. She simply swung back and forth, her legs dangling, like a little girl. It was n't
until someone appeared behind her and said, "Miss, it's time to go back,"
that the young lady suddenly stretched out her hand, pointing to the city lights blazing in the distance, and said, "That place is beautiful." The young man was taken aback; his young lady was not good with words and rarely spoke. He suddenly felt a little awkward, thought seriously for a moment, and said, "If Miss wishes, she can go see it." She sat quietly for a while, saying nothing more. After a while, the girl in the black dress silently got up, took the other umbrella offered by the man, tucked her book clip into her bosom with her left hand, held the umbrella in her right, and walked down the mountain path on her own. The young man standing behind her shook his head slightly. Every time he saw his young lady's face, he felt a sense of awe , but it was a pity that this young lady could have continued the sect's lineage, but instead, she was a useless person without any affinity for immortality. Cultivation was a gift from heaven, a matter of fate. He had heard that the sect leader was already planning the young lady's marriage. In addition, that genius young man from the Xuanmen sect had fallen in love with . The Xuanmen and Yinyang Pavilion, which have always been outwardly united but inwardly at odds, may be about to form a marriage alliance because of two juniors. This is also an inevitable trend. I wonder how the young master is doing in his seclusion recently. If he can break through his cultivation level, he might actually be able to contend . But these are not things that a servant like him should care about. He smiled self-deprecatingly and stopped thinking about it. Holding an umbrella, he followed the young lady slowly down the mountain path. ... After Lin Xuanyan and Yu Xiaotang returned to the mountain gate, they parted ways and returned to their respective rooms. Lin Xuanyan secretly opened his door and found a small light inside. On the wooden chair he usually sat, a woman was quietly reading a book. The woman sat upright, chest out, head held high, her expression focused. The candlelight fell on her face, flickering like rosy clouds. Only when Lin Xuanyan entered did the woman put down her book and look up, saying, "Xuanyan, come here." Lin Xuanyan suddenly felt uneasy and walked over cautiously, looking at her as if walking on thin ice. The woman sitting there, engrossed in reading, was Pei Yuhan. She looked at Lin Xuanyan, her hand lingering on the book on the table . She was curious why the powerful sword energy in the words had vanished. Was it because so much time had passed? Lin Xuanyan felt a little flustered by her gaze and spoke first, "What does Master want with Xuanyan?" Pei Yuhan closed the book, leaned back in her chair, turned to look at him, and asked, "Where did you and Xiaotang go ?" Lin Xuanyan replied calmly, "With the Trial of the Dao approaching, Xiaotang and I went down the mountain to practice our swordsmanship for a while." "Why didn't you practice on the sword platform?" Lin Xuanyan said calmly, "The sound of swords clashing during practice is quite loud. I was afraid that the noisy clanging of metal would disturb Master and Senior Brother's rest." Pei Yuhan looked at him with a half-smile and said, "Xuanyan, I didn't expect you to be so considerate of others."

"I am very pleased with you, Master."
Lin Xuanyan said sincerely, "It is my duty."
Pei Yuhan suddenly stood up, grabbed his ear, and asked, "Then why are there signs that the treasury has been ransacked?"
Lin Xuanyan, without hesitation, retorted, "Master, let go first. It must be that the sect has been robbed. Master
should set up a sword formation to guard it strictly, in case the thieves take advantage of the situation."
Pei Yuhan grabbed his ear and pressed him into a chair, took a pen from the pen holder, and shoved it into his hand,
ordering, "Copy this 'Sword Heart Record' once. You are not allowed to sleep until you finish copying it."
Lin Xuanyan knew that further explanation was useless, and said with a bitter face, "Going to the mortal world would be of great benefit to the sword path."
Pei Yuhan scolded, "The first thing to do to achieve a clear sword heart is to sever worldly ties."
Another thunderbolt struck Lin Xuanyan's heart. He suddenly realized that this was also something he had said back then.
Moreover, he thought about it afterward and realized that it was complete nonsense! It was rare for his disciple to take it as truth,
only to end up harming him. "Is this karma?"
Lin Xuanyan replied listlessly, seemingly ignoring the question. "Actually, I used to have a disciple."
Pei Yuhan asked with interest, "Oh? What was my disciple's disciple like?"
Lin Xuanyan looked at her face and said solemnly, "When I took on my disciple, I was quite young, and I didn't know much
at the time , so I basically let him run wild. Besides, my disciple was naturally mischievous and often
caused trouble, keeping me very busy. Later, we separated, and we never had
a chance to meet again."
Seeing his serious expression, Pei Yuhan asked, "Having such a mischievous disciple must have
been very troublesome."
Lin Xuanyan said, "At the time, it seemed extremely troublesome, but looking back, I feel there's nothing more heartwarming
."
Pei Yuhan pondered his words carefully and said, "That's true." She then asked, "So what did you teach
your disciple to do?"
Lin Xuanyan bit his lip, hesitated for a moment, and then said as if it were a serious matter, "Catching rabbits."
"Huh?"
Lin Xuanyan suppressed a laugh and said, "There are many rabbits near our village, but they are very
cunning and like to make fake burrows. I'm the best rabbit catcher in our area. My apprentice was completely fooled by the rabbits' fake burrows
, so she came to me for advice. I just took the opportunity to have her call me master. It was that simple."
Pei Yuhan believed him and asked, "Do you miss your apprentice?"
Lin Xuanyan said, "Actually, I'm a little scared."
"Afraid? Why?"
Lin Xuanyan said, "Back then, it was just kids playing house, pretending to have a master. Now,
times have changed. If I see that disciple again, she might be quite successful by now
. If she's arrogant and dismissive of me, wouldn't I be very hurt?"
Pei Yuhan wholeheartedly agreed, "That's right. If that's the case, then that disciple is infuriating."
Lin Xuanyan nodded vigorously, "You think so too, right?"
Pei Yuhan was somewhat confused, not understanding why he was suddenly so impulsive, so she could only nod.
"A teacher for a day is a teacher for life. Never forget your roots."
Lin Xuanyan said solemnly, "I will definitely go find my disciple. If she dares to treat me like that, then I will
punish her severely with the martial arts you taught me, Master. What do you think, Master?"
Pei Yuhan replied, "It is only natural for a master to discipline his disciple. However, it should only be a warning,
not an act of bullying."
Lin Xuanyan's eyes widened and he nodded like a chick pecking at rice, "Master, I am relieved to hear you say that."
After saying that, he clasped his hands deeply, "Master, please go back. I need to copy the 'Sword Heart Record.' I will definitely
deliver it ."
Pei Yuhan looked at the inexplicably energetic Lin Xuanyan with a puzzled expression, nodded hesitantly, and before
leaving , she softened a little and added, "If you really can't finish copying it, you can take a nap first.
Don't do it again."
Lin Xuanyan said happily, "Yes, Master."

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