Seeking Immortals on the Divine Continent

In the remote mountains of eastern China, towering pines and lush green grasses abound. A gentle breeze carries the sweet fragrance of wildflowers,
a scent that soothes the soul. Gazing at the blue sky, white clouds, and soaring birds, one feels utterly content.
In the valleys, a place rarely visited by humans, fierce wild beasts often roam. Yet here, a young boy carries
a wild boar on his back, walking along a path sparsely strewn with wildflowers.
The boy appears to be about fifteen or sixteen years old, with a robust and tall build, comparable to an adult male.
Perhaps due to his long life in the mountains and frequent climbing,
his skin is somewhat dark, but he looks very healthy. The wild boar is almost as tall as him, making it
quite difficult for him to carry, and his face is flushed red. His ordinary linen clothes were torn in many places, revealing
his muscular skin and numerous streaks of blood, even on his face. This showed
how arduous and dangerous his hunt had been.
My name is Jiang Baobao. I was originally the only son of a wealthy family in this remote town, living a life of luxury. But
ever since my dead father married my stepmother, my happy life was shattered.
My stepmother spent her days bewitching my dead father and then seized control of the family finances. After
my dead father died, my stepmother even colluded with the government to drive me out of the house, leaving me to wander in these mountains.
Fortunately, I learned some martial arts from a master when I was young, and I make a living by hunting and fishing, living
a comfortable life.
Recently, I even built my own little hut; although small, it's a
small world .
There will be several days of rain in the mountains, so I'll take advantage of the good weather to hunt more game for a rainy day.
Now I need to get to the stream to clean my wounds and process the game so I can carry it
home .
I carried the game, panting, to the stream. The clear water flowed gently, like a
beautiful . It meandered across the sandy beach like a snake, searching for something. The ripples and sand of the stream
created a soft, murmuring sound.
Setting down my prey, I bent down and scooped up a handful of clear water to wash my face. The cool water
stung the wounds on my face, but also brought waves of refreshing pleasure.
Then I looked up at the sky. A golden sun shone brightly against the blue backdrop, and a
white cloud drifted like a lone sail on a clear sea. There was no sign of an impending storm.
Then, I noticed what seemed to be a second, smaller sun overhead. Its light grew brighter and brighter, completely obscuring the light of the first
sun . I quickly covered my head and closed my eyes to avoid being burned by the scorching light
. But the light vanished in an instant, and the world returned to its usual peace and tranquility.
Feeling that everything around me had returned to normal, I was puzzled and looked around. Beside the stream, there was a
fairy with a beautiful and noble air.
The fairy was lying quietly on the fine pebbles, her delicate body seemingly radiating a holy light. I
quickly went forward to examine her.
"This...this world actually has such a beautiful fairy."
Upon seeing her, I felt a sudden rush of light in my head, the world spinning, my mouth dry, and I couldn't utter a single word.
The most magnificent words in the world could not describe even a fraction of her beauty.
Her arrival transformed the entire world into a breathtaking realm of ethereal beauty, both real and dreamlike, utterly captivating. Though she
appeared in the mortal realm, she seemed utterly unfit for this mundane place, unworthy of her status. "She drifts freely among the reeds, soaring across
vast expanses . Vast and boundless as the winds of Fengxu, she knows not where she will stop; ethereal and free as if she were a recluse, ascending to immortality."
This is the most beautiful praise I can conceive of for her.
The fairy's bright eyes were tightly closed, her jade lips slightly parted, as if she were softly murmuring, "Master, Master." Accompanied by silvery
tears falling, she evoked pity in the heart.
It was as if even heaven and earth could not bear to look directly at the fairy's exquisite beauty; the clear sky of moments before instantly changed color.
The churning dark clouds, like hundreds of wild horses unleashed, galloped and leaped across the Heavenly Lake: some charged with bowed heads,
some neighed with raised heads, some glared angrily and raised their forelegs, some flung their manes and swung their tails. With each thud of their hooves,
they kicked up a myriad of silver blossoms; with each sweep of their tails, they stirred up a vast, sweeping wind.
I quickly picked up the fairy, forgetting even the prey on the ground, and hurried away from there, back to my
little hut.
The fairy was in my arms, and even through her elegant white robes, I could feel the delicate softness of her skin. I also
smelled a faint, exquisite fragrance, indescribable and unlike anything I had ever heard before, like the cold moon over a snow-capped mountain.
I was startled, my limbs went weak, and I almost fell to the ground, dropping the fairy from my arms. I quickly composed myself
, taking three steps at a time, and ran home, carrying the fairy in my arms.
Our home was in a valley near a stream, far from any small village. It was a secluded place, undisturbed by anyone.
Reaching the door, before I could even put the fairy down, I used my back to push open the door and gently laid her on the bamboo mat.
(I didn't care about my own things anyway.)
After settling her on the mat, I went to brew some herbal medicine. Alone in the deep mountains, it's always good to have some herbs on hand.
Outside the paper window, accompanied by the howling wind, a light drizzle began to fall. The rain in the mountains is different from other places;
it's strange. In ordinary places, the wind howls and the rain pours down like pillars. But deep in the mountains, under the imposing weight of the peaks,
even the strongest winds only bring a gentle drizzle. And this drizzle can last for two or three days, or even longer, accompanied by a bone-
chilling cold. People with weak constitutions will fall seriously ill if they stay in the mountains for too long, so villages are usually built at the foot of mountains. But I
have no home to return to, so building a village in the valley is a last resort.
I lit a fire and put some dried reeds into the stove. Watching the flickering flames,
I to ponder.
Since I was little, my grandmother had told me stories of demons and monsters. In the deep mountains, there was a kind of fox spirit who liked to disguise herself as a beautiful
fairy to lure hunters. She would trick them into going to a secluded place and then devour them.
This fairy is so beautiful, and she suddenly appeared beside me. Could she be that fox spirit? But her pure and pretty face
clearly showed a deep sadness, so it didn't seem like it. Demons are usually joyful and beautiful, meant to seduce you. But at this moment,
she filled me with pity.
Never mind, I won't think about it anymore. Even if she's a demon, even if she eats me, it doesn't matter. She's so beautiful, after all. Hehe…
The
drizzle continued to fall, the fine rain weaving into an enormous net,
stretching from the clouds to the ground. In the distance, the mountains were dark green; nearby, pink peach blossoms, tender green poplars, and soft willow branches…
They were all enveloped in this boundless net, a veil skillfully woven by the hands of Spring, covering the heavens and the earth,
its beauty etched upon the mountains.
I carried in the medicinal soup, steaming and swirling. The soup was ready, but the fairy was still asleep.
Yet her countenance seemed much more serene, giving off a tranquil and distant feeling.
I placed the soup on the stool beside the bamboo mat, then pulled up a chair and sat down beside the fairy's tray, resting my face in my hands
on my thighs, watching the fairy with great interest.
As my gaze settled on the fairy's luscious red lips, an unprecedented
impulse , a desire to offend her, even if it was just to kiss her crimson lips. To do such a thing to a fairy
would be tantamount to breaking her inviolable sanctity and chastity.
My heart was in turmoil, yet my body had already leaned forward. My slightly dark face gradually approached the fairy's
beautiful face , my skin seemingly able to feel her breath.
But the fairy slowly awoke. Her clear, beautiful eyes stared directly at me, both surprised and ashamed, seemingly resentful yet angry.
The dim light reflected on her face, shimmering brilliantly, like a snow-covered night with blooming flowers, or coral reefs in a deep blue sea. The cool, distant
fragrance of snow gently seeped into my nostrils, so lingering yet so near.
After a moment, the fairy regained some composure, sighed softly, and called out, "Could you help me up?"
I took the fairy's soft hand and helped her slowly rise. My heart was filled with turmoil, my very soul scattered.
The fairy sat cross-legged, her beautiful eyes closed, her countenance solemn and dignified, her pretty face radiating a divine light, having entered a
state of utmost tranquility and Zen, devoid of any worldly air, drifting away like an immortal.
Upon seeing this, I was deeply shaken, knelt down, and thanked the heavens for allowing me to witness this scene. Under her holy light
, I seemed to see again my deceased mother, my dead father, and Ah Hua from the village. (Oh, that's
a bit much). A string of inexplicably moving tears streamed down my face.
After what seemed like an eternity, the fairy suddenly coughed up a mouthful of blood. I was startled and was about to step forward to ask
what was wrong when the fairy shook her jade hand, indicating that she was alright. She rested for a while, and when her pretty face was rosy, she
got up from the bamboo mat.
The fairy walked to the door of the thatched hut and began to admire the rainy mountain scenery. She just stood there casually, but
the beauty of her posture was indescribable.
I picked up the still slightly warm medicine and stood awkwardly behind the fairy, admiring her otherworldly
fairy-like aura and her delicate, aloof beauty. An aura of perfect beauty surrounded me, filling me with joy.
The fairy noticed and turned around. Her elegant, ethereal face captivated me, yet also gave me a sense of
tranquility and peace. Her clear eyes fell upon me, and she smiled apologetically, saying, "I'm sorry, I was
thinking about something and forgot about you. Thank you for saving me."
Before I could reply, the fairy seemed to notice the medicine and my fingers, red and swollen from the scalding bowl, and continued
serenely, "Carrying the medicine, aren't you tired? Look, your hands are all red."
My heart warmed, and I asked the fairy, "Fairy sister, please drink this medicine; it's good for your health."
(My martial arts master's secret recipe).
The fairy turned her delicate body around, then pointed her jade-like finger into the air, and the medicine rose from my hand, flying to
a stool
me. I was startled; could she be a thousand-year-old fox spirit? Was I doomed? (This, of course, was just my imagination.) But then, the fairy brushed her slender hand across my fingers. My large hand immediately cooled,
and the redness and swelling subsided. I watched in amazement as my fingers, like magic, changed from red to white, then from
white to their normal yellow color. Kneading and twisting them, they felt more flexible than before. I quickly thanked the fairy sister.
The fairy's expression was serene; she merely smiled slightly at me and uttered, "Just a little magic trick. Besides, if I
were a fox demon, would you still be alive?"
I was terrified. This wasn't what I had just been thinking. How did she know? This fairy was too powerful!
My legs trembled uncontrollably, and I gently moved backward,
gripping , watching her warily.
The fairy turned her delicate body, presenting her exquisite, jade-like back to me. But where I couldn't see,
the fairy 's expression shifted from a serene smile to a deep, profound look.
"Master, what should I do?" The fairy's heart was always as cold as still water, but recently, bad news kept coming,
and coupled with her serious injuries and damage to her swordsmanship, her heart was not as calm as before. Just now, seeing my innocent look,
she wanted to tease me, and even went so far as to use a forbidden Taoist technique to spy on me.
That silly boy (that's me) was indeed stunned, and now he doesn't know what to do. But after
a moment of pleasure, there is always a bleak reality to face.
Ever since the Demon Lord Cang Shenfeng mastered the peerless demonic art and wreaked havoc on the human world, the masters of the seven holy lands came out one after another, paying a heavy
price to seal the Demon Lord. Who could have imagined that this was actually the Demon Lord's scheme? He had obtained all the sacred lands' secret techniques while sealed, and once
broken free, no one in the Divine Continent would be able to subdue him.
The Demon Lord then consolidated the demonic path and launched a massive attack on the righteous path of the Divine Continent, attempting to collect all the secret manuals, treasures, and magical artifacts in the world
for his study, hoping to find the path to immortality. Her Lingxin Immortal Sect was the first to be targeted.
The Lingxin Immortal Sect was one of the seven sacred lands and a leading righteous sect in the Divine Continent. Its secret manual, the Purple Cloud Ascension
Record, was considered the closest to a true immortal scripture.
She was exceptionally gifted and possessed astonishing cultivation. From
a young age, she cultivated the most profound Purple Cloud Supreme Purity Sword Manual within the Purple Cloud Ascension Record. Even in her early twenties, she had condensed a sword heart, entered the Dao through the sword, and entered the realm of immortality, earning her the title of the Divine Continent's First Female Sword Immortal. Having received
her master 's final enlightenment before his passing, absorbing all of his life's profound techniques, she thought she could contend with the Demon Lord. But upon facing
him, she realized there were always those more powerful than herself, and the world was vast beyond her reach. She couldn't even last ten rounds against him, and her
proud swordsmanship was shattered.
Fortunately, an elder from the immortal sect fought desperately, sacrificing himself to unleash the Heaven and Earth Mourning Immortal Technique, and with
the aid of the sect's treasured Time-Space Shuttle, she barely escaped.
However, the immortal sect had been destroyed, and its treasures and secret manuals were likely looted. She
wondered what had become of her fellow disciples; encountering such a ruthless demon, their fate must have been tragic.
Thinking of this, the fairy's usually clear eyes became hazy, like the moon behind thin clouds. Her shapely body trembled
uncontrollably , swaying precariously. I noticed her distress from behind, and though still somewhat frightened,
I cautiously inquired, "Fairy sister, what happened? Are you alright?"
Hearing my voice, the fairy straightened herself and softly spoke through her cherry-like lips, "If someone very important to you
entrusted you with a task, but you found you couldn't complete it, what would you do?"
This is a difficult question to answer. How should I put it? Well, let me just say something polite.
"Fairy Sister, what's there to think about? Just do your best and have a clear conscience. How will you know you can't do it if you do
n't try?"
The words were rough, and the logic was simple, but it was easy for someone to understand. The fairy sister's bright eyes lit up, as if she had let go of
something.
Yes, she cared too much about her master's entrustment. She was too anxious about gains and losses, which made her fall short. She was nothing
like the heroic and decisive female swordswoman she used to be.
The fairy sister had come to her senses and smiled at me, a sweet smile a hundred times more beautiful than a blooming flower. But I felt a pang of loss
in my heart , and the staff in my hand fell to the ground. I clearly felt that the fairy sister had made a decision, a
decision to leave this place forever. She was going to fulfill that entrustment.
Damn it, I shouldn't have talked nonsense like that. Although the time I spent with the fairy sister was short, her every smile
and gesture is already etched in my heart, making it unforgettable. I wanted to keep her here, but it was just a fantasy.
"Fairy sister, may I ask your name?" Since I was destined to part ways with the fairy sister, I might as well
ask about her beforehand. It would make it easier for me to find her in the future.
The fairy sister slightly parted her jade lips, as if she wanted to answer, but then she thought of something and sighed softly to me, "Just
call me fairy sister, come on, call me a few more times." Yes, now the demon lord is rampant, the righteous are declining and the demons are rising, this journey is extremely dangerous, it would be very good to
hear my true voice calling me a few more times . "Fairy sister, fairy sister..." The fairy sister smiled like a spring breeze, warming the hearts of all flowers. "So what's your name?" The fairy sister smiled slightly, revealing her pearly white teeth. "Jiang Baobao," the fairy sister's delicate eyebrows furrowed slightly, "that's your nickname. You don't have a formal name?" "What's a formal name? I don't know. They just call me Baobao." I decided to lie to the fairy sister. "A formal name is like this... Ah, you little rascal, getting ready to trick me into revealing something. Since you don't have a name, I'll give you one. Jiang Baoxin, how about that? A precious gem, a pure heart. I hope you remain innocent and pure, never forgetting original intentions." The fairy sister's eyes shone with an unprecedented gentle light. "Fairy sister, whatever name you choose will sound beautiful." I complimented the fairy sister, but at that moment, my stomach rumbled loudly. I heated up the leftovers and began to devour them, but I felt a little embarrassed seeing the fairy sister watching my unseemly ravenous eating with an air of superiority. "Fairy sister, are you sure you don't need to eat?" The fairy sister shook her head. Her lips curved into a smile, her expression sweet and serene. She had long since transcended the state of fasting and now relied solely on the spiritual energy of heaven and earth. "You can eat, don't feel embarrassed because I 'm not eating " the fairy sister said, giving me a sidelong glance. I instantly felt a wave of pleasure wash over me, an overwhelming sense of joy. The night was deep, and the fierce wind outside had subsided considerably, though a light drizzle continued to fall. At this time of day , a biting chill would usually seep in, penetrating my very skin and bones, making me feel the cruelty of winter. But now that the Fairy Sister is here, a warm current always surrounds my heart as she's by my side. The Fairy Sister continues her meditation, her countenance dignified, ethereal and holy. I gaze at her silently , my eyelids heavy, and I gradually drift off to sleep, accompanied by the flickering candlelight. After a long while, the Fairy Sister awoke from her meditation. Her injuries were almost healed, but her shattered sword heart was difficult to rebuild in the short term; it was time for her to depart. At this moment, dawn was breaking, and a lingering drizzle filled the surroundings with mist, creating a desolate and heartbreaking atmosphere I, however, remained fast asleep on the bamboo mat. The fairy sister gently stroked my rough face with her delicate, flawless jade hands, her eyes filled with tenderness. After a moment, she smiled and said, "Little rascal, now that you're awake, why pretend to be asleep?" I woke up embarrassedly. "Fairy sister, are you leaving?" The fairy sister nodded slightly . With the righteous path of Shenzhou on the verge of destruction, it was truly inappropriate for her to indulge in sentimental matters. "I have something to attend to. Once it's done, I'll come back to find you, you little rascal." My heart raced, and I pressed, "Can I come find you? Where can I find you?" How could I? Her cultivation was so profound that even she could do nothing to help; she could only do her best. That little rascal had never cultivated; if he rashly went to find her, he probably wouldn't even know how he died. Besides, even if I found her , what then? She would surely lose her sanctity, perhaps even becoming a prisoner of the demonic sect, subject to all humiliation. It's better to never see her again. Let our brief encounter be a dream, so I can maintain my pure, ethereal beauty. Thinking this, the fairy sister, unusually cold-faced, said to me in words that almost chilled me to the bone, "It's better if we never see each other again. Let's just consider this a dream." With that, she stepped out the door, preparing to leave. I immediately trembled, my face withered, tears welling in my eyes, looking utterly pathetic. The fairy sister couldn't bear to see me like this; her heart softened, as if she were recalling her childhood, clinging to her master , begging for her affections. My master has passed away, leaving only his lingering voice in my ears. As long as one lives, there must be hope. The fairy waved her jade hand, and a secret manual appeared before me. She softly said to me, "Well then, once you've mastered the techniques within, come find me." The fairy's words rekindled my hope. "Fairy sister, where should I find you?" The fairy sister stepped into the rain, and a wall of energy rose into the air, creating a pure white membrane around her, making her appear even more ethereal. The energy wall also gently pushed me, who was chasing after her, back into the house. The fairy grew farther and farther away, leaving only her celestial voice in the world: "Just head west, and we will surely meet again if fate allows." "Fairy sister, I will definitely find you!" I shouted desperately from inside the house, not knowing if she heard me . Will we ever meet again? I didn't know, and a stream of hot tears flowed down my face. ... In the distance, the fairy sister also removed her protective aura, letting the mountain drizzle fall upon her, raindrops densely dotting her long, black hair. Her pure white fairy robes gradually became soaked, revealing her graceful figure perfectly. The fairy sister didn't care; she needed to indulge herself in her last moments of leisure. Although her time with Jiang Baoxin was brief, it had given her the warmth she felt with her enlightenment had deeply etched his mark onto her Dao heart, making her endlessly attached to him. If it weren't for her master's entrustment, she might have hardened her heart and stayed with him forever. Thinking of this, her pretty face flushed...

A blush spread across her face, reaching her ears—something she could never have imagined before her injury.
Oh well, if she could fulfill her master's orders, she would return to find that little rascal, become his little lover,
and let him bully her for the rest of her life. For now, she could only bury his mark deep within her heart, only
remembering it to support herself when she could no longer bear it.
The fairy stretched out her jade hand, a soaring sword aura swirling and surging at her fingertips. The drizzle was also drawn by the sword aura,
forming a vortex around her. In a moment, the vortex dispersed, daylight broke, and a sharp sword appeared. The sword was held in
her hand, heaven and earth converged into one heart, all things were drawn together—this was the sword heart.
The fairy's expression was calm, but the sword aura emanating from her body made heaven and earth bow down in submission. The female swordswoman who was famous throughout the land
had returned. However, her sword was damaged in several places, which the fairy noticed. She sighed softly and flew away, and
the world returned to peace.

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