Seeking Immortals on the Divine Continent

Chapter One: The Quest for Immortality Begins in

the Remote Mountains of the Eastern Divine Continent. Here, towering pines and lush green grass abound. A gentle breeze
carries the fragrance of wildflowers, a sweet and refreshing aroma that soothes the soul. Gazing at the blue sky, white clouds, high mountains, and soaring birds, one feels utterly content and at ease.

In the valleys, a place rarely visited by humans, fierce wild beasts often roam. Yet, here, a young boy is seen carrying
a wild boar, walking along a path strewn with sparse wildflowers in the forest.

The boy appears to be about fifteen or sixteen years old, with a robust and tall physique, comparable to an average adult male.
Perhaps due to his long life in the mountains and frequent climbing,

the boy's 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 hemp clothing is torn in many places, revealing his strong skin and numerous streaks of blood, even on his face. This shows how arduous and perilous
his recent hunt has been . My name is Jiang Baobao. I was originally the only son of a wealthy family in a remote town, living a life of luxury. But ever since my dead father married my stepmother, my happy life has been 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 quite comfortably. Recently, I even built my own little thatched hut. Although the place is small, it's a little world . It's going to rain for several days 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 arrived at the stream, panting, carrying my game. The clear stream flowed gently, like a beautiful . It meandered across the sandy beach like a snake, searching for something. The splashes and ripples of the stream created soft, murmuring sounds. 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 a refreshing sensation. Then I looked up at the sky. A golden sun shone brightly against the blue sky, and a white cloud drifted like a lone sail on a blue 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 brilliance of the first sun . I quickly covered my head and closed my eyes to avoid being burned by its scorching rays. But the light vanished in an instant, and the world returned to its usual peace and tranquility. Feeling that everything had returned to normal, I looked around, puzzled. Beside the stream, a fairy of ethereal beauty and noble spirit appeared. She lay quietly on the smooth pebbles, her delicate body seemingly radiating a holy light. I quickly approached to examine her. "This…this world actually has such a beautiful fairy!" Upon seeing her, my mind went blank, the world spun, my mouth went dry, and I was speechless. The most magnificent words in the world could not describe even a fraction of her beauty. Her arrival transformed the entire world into a serene and enchanting realm, both real and illusory, breathtakingly beautiful. Though she appeared in the mortal realm, she seemed utterly unworthy of this mundane place. "Drifting on a single reed, traversing the vast expanse . Soaring freely like riding the wind, not knowing where she will stop; floating gracefully like someone detached from the world, ascending to immortality." This was the most beautiful praise I could think of for her. The fairy's bright eyes were closed, her jade lips slightly parted, as if she were softly murmuring, "Master, Master." Accompanied by silvery tears, it evoked a sense of pity. It was as if even heaven and earth couldn't bear to look directly at the fairy's exquisite beauty; the clear sky of moments before instantly transformed into a storm of color. Turbulent dark clouds, like hundreds of wild horses unleashed, galloped and leaped across the celestial pool: some charged headlong, some neighed, some glared angrily, raising their hooves, some whipped their manes and swung their tails. With each hooves, a thousand silver blossoms were kicked up; with each sweep of their tails, a vast wind swept across the sky. I quickly scooped 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. My heart pounded, my limbs went weak, and I almost fell to the ground, dropping the fairy from my embrace. I quickly calmed myself down , took two steps at a time, and ran home carrying the fairy. 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 medicine. Alone in the deep mountains, I always needed to keep some herbs on hand for protection. Outside the paper window, accompanied by the howling wind, a light rain began to fall. The rain in the mountains was different from other places; it was strange. In ordinary places, the wind howled and the rain poured down like pillars. But in the mountains, under the oppressive weight of the mountains, even the strongest winds only brought a gentle drizzle. And it would fall for two or three days, or even longer, accompanied by a bone cold. People with poor health are prone to sudden illness if they live in the mountains for too long, so villages are usually built at the foot of mountains. But I have nowhere else to go, so building a village in the valley is a last resort. I lit a fire and put some dry reeds into the stove. Watching the flickering flames, my mind began to wander. I had heard my grandmother talk about demons and monsters since I was little. 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 eat them. This fairy was so beautiful, and she had appeared beside me out of nowhere. Could she be that fox spirit? But her pure and beautiful face clearly showed a deep sadness, so it didn't seem like it. Demons are usually cheerful and beautiful, and they can tempt you. But at this moment, she filled me with pity. Oh well, I shouldn't think about it anymore. Even if she was a demon, even if she ate me, it wouldn't matter. After all, she was beautiful. Hehe… The drizzle continues to fall, the fine rain threads weaving a vast net that stretches from the clouds all the way to the ground. In the distance, the mountains are a deep blue-gray; nearby, pink peach blossoms, tender green poplars, and supple 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 branches reaching the mountains.

I entered carrying the medicine, steaming hot, the smoke swirling around. The medicine was ready, but the fairy was still asleep.
Her countenance, however, seemed much calmer, giving off a serene and profound feeling.

I placed the medicine on a stool beside the bamboo mat, then pulled up a chair and sat down beside the fairy, resting my face
on my hands and thighs. I watched the fairy with great interest.

When my gaze settled on the fairy's luscious red cheeks, an unprecedented
impulse —a desire to offend her, even if it was just to kiss her lips. But to do such a disrespectful 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 feeling her breath.

But the fairy slowly awoke… Those clear, beautiful eyes stared directly at me, a mixture of surprise and shame, resentment and anger.
The dim light reflected on her face, creating a dazzling glow, like snow-covered flowers on a snowy night, or coral reefs in a clear sea. A cool, distant
fragrance wafted into my nostrils, so lingering yet so near.

After a moment, the fairy regained some composure, sighed softly, and called out, "Can you help me up?"

I took her soft hand and helped her slowly to her feet. My heart pounded, my soul almost scattered.

The fairy sat cross-legged, her beautiful eyes closed, her countenance solemn and dignified, her face radiating a sacred light, as if she had entered a
state of profound tranquility, untouched by worldly concerns, ethereal and otherworldly.

Upon seeing this, I was deeply shaken and knelt down, thanking the heavens for witnessing this scene. In her holy light
, I seemed to see my deceased mother, my dead father, and Ah Hua from the village. (Oh, that's
too much.) A stream of inexplicably moving tears welled up in my eyes.

After what seemed like an eternity, the fairy suddenly coughed up a mouthful of blood. Startled, I was about to ask
what was wrong when she shook her jade-like hand, indicating she was alright. She rested for a while, until her face regained its color, before
rising from the bamboo mat.

The fairy walked to the doorway of the thatched hut, admiring the rainy mountain scenery. She stood there casually, yet her
beauty was indescribable.

I picked up the still-warm medicine, standing awkwardly behind the fairy, admiring her ethereal
grace and otherworldly beauty. An aura of perfect goodness and beauty surrounded me, filling me with joy.

The fairy noticed and turned around. Her elegant, fairy-like face captivated me, yet also gave me a sense of
tranquility and peace. Her clear eyes fell on me, then she smiled apologetically and said, "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 swollen fingers from the hot bowl, and continued
calmly, "Aren't you tired carrying this medicine? Look how red your hands are."

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 graceful body, then pointed her jade finger into the air, and the medicine flew from my hand to
a stool . I was startled; could she be a thousand-year-old fox demon? I was doomed. (Of course, this was just my imagination.)

But then, the fairy brushed her delicate hand over my fingers. My large hand immediately became icy cold,
and the swelling subsided. I watched in amazement as my fingers magically changed from red to white, then
back to a normal yellow. Kneading and turning 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 trick. And if I
were a fox demon, would you still be alive?"

I was terrified. This wasn't what I had just been thinking. How could she know? This fairy was too powerful!
My legs trembled uncontrollably, and I subtly shifted 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 usually as cold as still water, but recently, with a series of bad news
and her serious injuries damaging her swordsmanship, her heart was not what it used to be. Seeing my innocent expression earlier,
she wanted to tease me, even resorting to the forbidden Taoist technique, Mind-Reading Sense.

That silly boy (that's me) was indeed completely taken aback, and now he doesn't know what to do. But after
a moment of joy, there's always a bleak reality to face.

Ever since the Demon Lord Cang Shenfeng mastered his unparalleled demonic arts and wreaked havoc on the mortal realm, the experts of the seven holy lands have emerged one after another, paying a heavy
price to seal him away. Who would have thought this was actually the Demon Lord's scheme? While sealed, he absorbed all the holy lands' secret techniques, and once
broken free, there would be no one left to control the Divine Continent.

Since then, the Demon Lord has consolidated the demonic path and launched a massive attack on the righteous path of the Divine Continent, attempting to search for 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 is the first to be targeted.

The Lingxin Immortal Sect is one of the seven holy lands and a leading righteous sect in the Divine Continent
. Its secret manual, the Purple Cloud Ascension Record, is considered the closest to an immortal scripture.

She is exceptionally talented and possesses astonishing cultivation. From a young age, she cultivated the most profound Purple Cloud Supreme Purity Sword Manual in the Purple Cloud Ascension Record
. In her early twenties, she had already condensed her sword heart, achieving enlightenment through the sword and reaching the realm of immortality, earning her the title of the First Female Sword Immortal of the Divine Continent. She received
her master final enlightenment before his death, absorbing all of his life's profound techniques, believing she could contend with the Demon Lord. But upon facing
the Demon Lord, she realized there were always those more powerful than herself, and the heavens beyond the heavens. She couldn't even last ten rounds against him, and her
proud sword heart was shattered.

Fortunately, an elder of the immortal sect fought desperately, sacrificing himself with the Heaven and Earth Mourning Immortal Technique, and
with the aid of the sect's treasured Time-Space Shuttle, she narrowly escaped.

However, the immortal sect had been destroyed, and its treasures and secret manuals were likely looted. Her fellow disciples were also
unknown; 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 beautiful body trembled
uncontrollably , swaying precariously. I noticed her distress from behind, and although still somewhat frightened,
I cautiously asked, "Fairy sister, what happened? Are you alright?"

Hearing my voice, the fairy straightened herself and softly said through her cherry-like lips, "If someone very important to you
entrusts you with a task, but you find you can'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 you'll have a clear conscience
. How will you know you can't succeed if you don't try?"

The words were rough, and the logic was simple, but it resonated with the person who understood immediately. 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 instructions, becoming anxious and indecisive, which ultimately led to her failing
. She wasn't like the valiant, decisive female swordswoman she once was.

The fairy sister had come to her senses and smiled at me, a sweet smile a hundred times more radiant than a blooming flower. But a sense of loss washed
over me , and the staff in my hand fell to the ground. I clearly sensed that the fairy sister had made a decision, a
decision to leave this place forever. She was going to fulfill that instruction.

Damn it, I shouldn't have talked nonsense like that. Although my time with the fairy sister was short, her every smile
and gesture was etched in my heart, unforgettable. I wanted to keep her here, but that 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 her about her beforehand. It would make it easier for me to find her in the future.

The Fairy Sister parted her jade lips slightly, as if she wanted to answer, but then she thought of something and sighed softly at 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 good to hear my true name called a few more times now.

"Fairy Sister, Fairy Sister..." The Fairy Sister smiled like a spring breeze, warming the hearts of all flowers.

"Then what is your name?" The Fairy Sister smiled slightly, revealing pearly white teeth.

"Jiang Baobao," the Fairy Sister's beautiful eyebrows furrowed slightly, "that's your nickname, you don't have a formal name?"

"What's a formal name? I don't know, they all just call me Baobao." I decided to
lie to the Fairy Sister.

"Your full name is like mine, ah, you little rascal, trying to trick your older sister into revealing something. Since you don't have a name,
I'll give you one: Jiang Baoxin, how about that? A precious jade, a pure heart in a jade pot. I hope you remain innocent and pure,
never forgetting your original intentions." The fairy sister's eyes shone with an unprecedented gentle light.

"Whatever name you choose, fairy sister, will sound beautiful." I complimented the fairy sister, but at that moment
my stomach rumbled loudly.

I heated up the remaining food and began to eat heartily, but seeing the fairy sister watching
my unseemly ravenous eating with a smug look, I felt a little embarrassed.

"Fairy sister, are you really not going 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, now only drawing upon the spiritual energy of heaven and earth. "Eat if you want, don't feel embarrassed because I
'm not eating " the fairy sister glanced at me. I instantly felt my whole body relax, filled with immense joy.

Night had fallen, and the sudden wind outside had subsided considerably, though the drizzle continued incessantly. At this
time of day , a biting chill would usually seep in, penetrating to my very bones, making me feel the cruelty of winter.
But now, with the fairy sister here, a warm current flowed around my heart.

The fairy sister continued her meditation, her countenance dignified, surrounded by ethereal energy, pure and holy. I watched her
silently , my eyelids heavy with sleep, accompanied by the flickering candlelight.

After a long while, the fairy sister awoke, saying her injuries were almost healed, but her shattered sword heart
could not be reforged in time; it was time to part.

At this moment, dawn was breaking, and the lingering drizzle created a misty atmosphere, bringing a desolate and heartbreaking
feeling , yet I remained asleep on the bamboo mat.

The fairy sister gently stroked my rough face with her delicate, flawless hands, her eyes filled with tenderness.
A moment later, 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
.

The righteous path of Shenzhou was on the verge of destruction; she shouldn't be involved in matters of the heart. "I have something to take care of. Once it's done
, I'll come back to find you, you little rascal."

I asked anxiously, "Can I come find you? Where can I find you?"

How could I? Her cultivation was so profound; it was useless. 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 he found her
, what then? She would surely lose her sanctity and become a prisoner of the demonic sect, subject to humiliation. It was better to never see her again. Let
our brief encounter be a dream, so that the little rascal could maintain her pure and ethereal beauty.

Thinking of this, the fairy sister, unusually cold towards me, said in words that almost chilled me to the bone,
"It's best if we never see each other again.

Just consider this a dream." With that, she stepped out the door, ready 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 softening. She seemed to recall her childhood, when she had also clung to
her master , begging for her affection. But her master had passed away, leaving only her echoing voice in my ears.

One must always have hope to live. With a wave of her jade hand, a secret manual appeared before me. She
softly said, "Well then, once you've mastered the techniques within, come find me." The fairy sister's words rekindled my
hope. "Fairy sister, where do I find you?"

The fairy sister stepped into the rain, a wall of energy rising 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 echoing through the heavens and earth: "Go west, and we'll 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 tears flowed down

my face. ...In the distance, the fairy sister also removed her protective aura, letting the mountain rain pour down on her.
Raindrops densely dotted her long, black hair. Her pure white fairy robes gradually became soaked, revealing her graceful figure
perfectly. The fairy didn't care; she needed to indulge herself in her last moments of leisure.

Although her time with Jiang Baoxin was short, it had given her the warmth
she enlightenment had deeply etched his mark on her Dao heart, making her endlessly attached to him.
If it weren't for her master's instructions, 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 couldn't have imagined before her injury.

Oh well, if she could fulfill her master's instructions, she would return to find that little rascal, become his little lover,
and let him bully her for 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 extended 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. Moments later, the vortex dispersed, the daylight faded, and a sharp sword appeared. With the sword in
her hand, heaven and earth converged into one, all things were drawn together – this was the sword's heart.

The fairy's expression was calm, but the sword aura emanating from her body made heaven and earth submit. The renowned female swordswoman
had returned. However, her sword had several broken points, which the fairy noticed. With a soft sigh, she ascended to heaven, and
the world returned to peace.

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