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The next day my brother sent me to school. He is a fifth-year medical student, and his main task this year is internship.But he helped his dad with work, and through behind-the-scenes connections, he...A strange excitement flashed through my mind. These letters were in simplified Chinese That meant I hadn't been here for very long!

The boy said that no one had lived here for years, but it was clearly evident that people had been here recently.

I immediately searched the bookcase, and unfortunately, it seemed that among the newer letters, this was the only one in simplified characters.

Jiang Qiyun smiled and said, "Not all cultivators would come here. The path to enlightenment is different for each person, with their own strengths and specialties. Perhaps this was left by a wandering immortal who came to listen to the lectures in Zizhu Forest."

Well, some scattered immortals… yeah, there are some without official positions or airs about them. It’s not uncommon for those scattered immortals to secretly slip down to the mortal realm for a visit.

For example, a child can already distinguish the brands of sweets and the ranks in the "Jun Ji Xing Jun" game.

“But this letter is truly special. The depiction of the Shenxiao Jade Mansion within it is so vivid that just looking at it feels like I've actually walked through its halls.” I carefully rolled up the letter and fastened my hair with the hairpin Jiang Qiyun had given me.

Combing his hair, he meticulously straightened each strand, as if calming the agitation that had just surged within him.

As soon as I put my hand down, Jiang Qiyun pressed his hand onto the table with one hand and leaned in front of me, saying, "You won't have much time here, make the most of it."

Running out of time

I was stunned for a moment, glanced at the bookcase. Did he mean for me to memorize all of this

"What then" Jiang Qiyun raised an eyebrow and let out a cold snort: "There's no fire here, you haven't cultivated the right path yet, can you survive on wind and dew Besides, the child is still at the Shen family. Do you expect Luo Houji to bring the child with him"

Well... let's just say I know that the Star Master will bring You Nan. As for the rest, I have no idea.

Jiang Qiyun walked to the bookcase and pulled out a few scrolls. He unfolded the first one and glanced at it casually before handing it to me: "Here, I told you to come over tonight to read with me, don't waste time."

"Huh" I was taken aback. "You said to come over in the evening, to supervise my studies!"

He gave a cold, wry smile, his eyes twinkling with a touch of mischief. "What else"

I turn my head, divert my gaze, beauty is right before me, I want to be clear-minded and pure.

I turned back, and he was already piling up a mountain of letters on the table.

"Look." Jiang Qiyun's slender fingers lightly tapped the tabletop: "Plagues and calamities are endless in this world. You don't have time to grieve over your own affairs, nor do you have time to hide from the world here… You have things you need to do."

"...Yes."

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With Jiang Qiyun supervising and guiding me, I was able to work particularly quickly.

He wouldn't waste his words explaining further, only offering two or three cold and indifferent reminders when I slightly furrowed my brows.

I don't know when the little boy came over, by the time I looked up, the candles on the table were no longer bright enough.

The river spirit's soul lamps flickered to life, three of them circling the table. They provided plenty of light, but it felt a little unsettling...

"What's this" I pointed at a small bamboo cylinder on the table.

Jiang Qiyun propped her chin with one hand on the bed, raised her eyelashes and glanced at him: "The 'Stir-Fried Bamboo Tube Beans' sent by the little boy are afraid you'll get into trouble from being hungry."

Hungry I don't think it's been that long since I last ate, and I don't really feel hungry either.

Since the child was in charge of the alchemy room, the flawed and scrap materials produced weren't worth much, but it would be a shame to throw them away. So they were treated as snacks.

I took two pills, but I couldn't bring myself to eat them all. I only ate one and whispered, "Does this count as fasting Can you become an immortal through fasting"

This is a joke," Jiang Qiyun snorted coldly, "Whether or not you can cultivate into an immortal is uncertain, but you can go to the underworld to report first."

"......"

"After eating, keep watching."

"Yes~yes..."

I would read them even without his urging, these predecessors' hand-carved works are too precious.

This is a record of mortals attaining immortality through cultivation. They personally experienced the demonic trial and their understanding of cultivation far surpasses that of ordinary people.

While I studied classic spells, I also read their brief biographies, each encapsulating a life in just a few words.

No matter what stories these predecessors have, they almost all share one characteristic: they understand the hardships of life and death, and transcend fame and fortune.

Moreover, they are kind and compassionate, caring for all beings. They almost always have the well-being of their country and people in mind.

I saw a piece with inscriptions in Traditional Chinese, but the context didn't feel that ancient. There was a line at the end wishing good fortune to fellow disciples who went down the mountain together to save the country.

Although the time period is unclear—one would imagine that those who practiced here, seeking to refine their spiritual nature, had already become indifferent to the changes of the secular world.

But I could see tears welling up in my eyes. These predecessors weren't just practicing seclusion, seeking longevity and enlightenment.

They made many contributions, whereas I, in comparison, am insignificant.

At this time, the mortal world is undergoing the trials of demonic examinations, but I am protected by Jiang Qiyun. Even if I fall into the demonic realm, he will be able to pull me back.

Thinking about this, I looked up at Jiang Qiyun.

Jiang Qiyun's eyes glinted as he looked at me.

The faint, cold glow of the soul lamp accentuated the darkness in his eyes, making the swirling depths of his pupils burn even brighter.

The Nine Nether Underworld Sovereign, he is perhaps the deity in the Three Realms who has the most dealings with the mortal world.

"...Have you finished reading them all" he asked coldly.

"No, I wanted to keep reading, but I think it's time to move on." I rolled up the letter in my hand and set it aside.

Jiang Qiyun's gaze fell on the letter I had pressed down, the one that hadn't been opened yet.

He frowned ever so slightly, then shook his head with a hint of regret: “... it seems the time is not yet right.”

"Hmm What time" I paused.

Jiang Qiyun simply smiled calmly: "You'll know in time. If you decide to leave, you'll need to pay respects at the mountain gate."

Of course, although I am not yet qualified to see the divine presence, coming here for a visit and paying respects at the mountain gate is a basic courtesy.

To be ashamed, the place I'm most familiar with in this Qinghua Changle world is the mountain gate.

The large platform in front of the mountain gate, the endless steps, and the towering trees behind the mountain gate - that's where Xiao Nie scratched me with one claw.

A little boy was laughing and talking with several fairies holding fairy artifacts. Seeing me from afar, he rode his big gourd over here.

"Is the little imperial concubine leaving" he asked with a smirk, looking at me.

"I wouldn't want to leave, but if I stay, I feel like I might miss out on a lot of important things," I said with a frown.

"Hee hee, it's nothing. You come often, that little hut is always there." He handed me a small porcelain bottle: "This is the dew I just got from Fairy Sister. It's for nourishing your little lotus flower."

"Huh You got this for me I thought you were just making excuses to stick around with Fairy Sister..."

The little boy pouted and said, "Of course it's for you. One drop at a time, nurturing you once a day, your little lotus will soon bloom again... Of course, the most important thing is to do good deeds and accumulate virtue."

"Understood." I replied, bowing respectfully before the mountain gate.

The revered deity truly is a celestial being who saves those in distress. Many times, I have overcome the most turbulent periods of my life here.

Saving people from suffering and hardship everywhere, bringing salvation to all.

The moment my forehead touched the stone slab, a chill ran through me, as if a clear voice echoed in my mind.

"What's wrong" the little boy asked me with a smile.

I shook my head, a hallucination

The road Jiang Qiyun took me on was an "old road".

As I emerged from the Dharma door, just as I opened my eyes, a whisk nearly swept across my face.

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