Cultivating Immortality, Starting from Childhood Sweethearts

While Xu Ming and Wu Yanhan were discussing matters in the courtyard, a woman’s voice suddenly drifted in.

Turning their heads, they saw a veiled woman entering the courtyard, her hands gracefully folded in front of her. Today, her attire was notably different from usual.

She wore a white floor-length gown adorned with pink floral patterns embroidered on the wide hem. Draped over her arms was a long, trailing shawl of smoky purple gauze. Her slender waist was cinched with a purple silk belt inlaid with jade.

Her jet-black hair was tied back with a light purple ribbon, a few loose strands falling over her shoulders, setting off her snow-white skin, so fair it seemed almost translucent.

What remained unchanged, however, was the light veil covering her face.

Xu Ming had heard that Wang Xuan hailed from a tribe located on the border between the Northern Wastelands and the Central Plains. In that tribe, there was a unique tradition: when a girl turned sixteen and came of age, she was required to cover her face with a veil.

The veil could only be removed on her wedding day.

Otherwise, if her face was seen by another man, the tribe dictated two choices: either kill the man or marry him.

Xu Ming didn’t know if anyone had ever seen Wang Xuan’s face, but he did know this: every man who had seen Wang Xuan’s appearance after she turned eighteen—aside from women—was dead.

“Wu Yanhan of the Wu Kingdom greets Senior,” Wu Yanhan, dressed in a long gown, bowed gracefully, her posture poised and elegant.

Xu Ming had always felt Wu Yanhan had two distinct sides.

When she donned the attire of a warrior, be it a martial robe or armor, she exuded an air of sharp competence, like an untamed wild horse.

But when she wore a gown, it was impossible to associate her with the martial arts. She seemed more like a demure noblewoman, the kind who excelled at managing a household and nurturing a family.

Wang Xuan glanced at Wu Yanhan. “I have long heard of the esteemed Princess’s reputation. Seeing you today, you are indeed extraordinary. Not only is the Princess blessed with unparalleled beauty, but you also possess the rare and ancient Martial God Physique. The Wu Kingdom is truly fortunate to have you.”

“Senior flatters me,” Wu Yanhan replied modestly.

Wang Xuan turned her gaze to Xu Ming. “Last night, after I returned to the Wanhua Valley, Qing Wan told me everything. Today, I have come to discuss the matter with you.”

Xu Ming nodded. “Please take a seat, Senior.”

Since Wang Xuan said she had come to discuss, it meant the plan was feasible. Otherwise, she wouldn’t have come to meet him.

Wang Xuan took a seat on a stone stool, while Wu Yanhan busied herself brewing tea, her graceful movements and gentle demeanor resembling that of a lady of the house.

Wang Xuan glanced at Wu Yanhan and subtly signaled Xu Ming.

Xu Ming understood her meaning. “Rest assured, Senior. Yanhan and I share a bond forged in life-and-death situations. Furthermore, I’ve shared everything regarding the Sanshi Peak and Xia He with her.” ＲᴀƝօʙЕʂ

“In that case, I won’t beat around the bush,” Wang Xuan said directly, her tone devoid of unnecessary pleasantries. “Mo Zhuer wants the dragon vein of my Tianxuan Sect?”

“Yes,” Xu Ming replied just as directly.

“The Black Lotus Sect originally collaborated with Xia He, intending to help him reach the Ascension Realm. Xia He would then establish a sect in the Western Regions, forming an alliance between the two sects. Their purpose remains unclear.

But Mo Zhuer seems to have her own agenda.

As you know, the Black Lotus Sect has ten Holy Sons and Daughters, a system akin to raising venomous creatures in a jar.

By betraying the Tianxuan Sect in secret and sabotaging Xia He’s plans, Mo Zhuer aims to secure the dragon vein for herself, using it to gain a decisive edge in the competition among the Holy Sons and Daughters.”

“As expected,” Wang Xuan nodded. “Otherwise, I would have suspected this Black Lotus Holy Daughter had ulterior motives.”

Xu Ming asked, “What do you think, Senior?”

“Give her the dragon vein,” Wang Xuan replied decisively, her tone leaving no room for doubt. It was evident she had thought this through thoroughly.

“Senior, have you made up your mind?” Wu Yanhan asked from the side.

Wu Yanhan wasn’t familiar with Wang Xuan’s personality, but she found it surprising that someone could make such a decisive decision on such a significant matter. If it were her, she would have taken more time to think it over.

“There’s no need to think it over,” Wang Xuan replied, sitting with her back straight. The long gown she wore clung gracefully to her figure.

“If you hadn’t told me all of this, I wouldn’t have known about these events until it was too late. By then, the entire Tianxuan Sect might have been destroyed. Thanks to you, there’s still a chance to salvage the situation.

Besides, even if the dragon vein that has nurtured the Tianxuan Sect for millennia is lost, what of it? As long as the disciples of Tianxuan Sect remain, wherever they are becomes the Tianxuan Sect.

At worst, we can rebuild the sect from scratch. The disciples of Tianxuan Sect are not the type to cling to the legacy of their ancestors without daring to explore and expand new frontiers.”

“Senior’s words are truly enlightening,” Xu Ming said sincerely.

Building a sect from scratch was no small feat, let alone a sect whose fortune had nurtured the land for tens of thousands of years. It was akin to mortals abandoning a mountain of gold left by their ancestors.

Yet Elder Wang Xuan was willing to decisively give up this “mountain of gold,” prepared to lead her disciples into the cultivation world to start anew. Such determination was something Xu Ming doubted he could muster.

Wang Xuan, however, didn’t take Xu Ming’s praise to heart. It was as if she hadn’t heard it at all. “That said, I can only confirm that ten elders are not aligned with Xia He. As for the others, I cannot be sure, nor am I willing to gamble.

What I don’t understand is the true intentions of the Holy Daughter of the Black Lotus Sect.”

“I don’t have any ulterior motives—just a simple plan,” another pleasant female voice chimed in.

Clad in a black dress, Mo Zhuer walked in gracefully. “It seems quite lively here at Young Master Xu’s place.”

Mo Zhuer stepped forward and gave a slight bow. “Zhuer greets the senior.”

She glanced at Wu Yanhan. “Well, if it isn’t the princess of the Wu Kingdom. It’s been quite a while, hasn’t it?”

Wu Yanhan narrowed her eyes, her displeasure evident. “Not that long—just a few days.”

“Since we’re all here, let’s discuss,” Wang Xuan said, flicking her fingers toward the four corners of the courtyard. A barrier array was activated, isolating the area from any spiritual sense detection.

Xu Ming had set up a similar array before, but it was clear that against Wang Xuan and Mo Zhuer, the strength of his array was insufficient.

“Miss Mo,” Wang Xuan said, “why don’t you tell us exactly what kind of agreement my junior brother has made with the Black Lotus Sect? Do you have a detailed plan in mind?”

“Of course,” Mo Zhuer replied with a faint smirk. “But before that, there’s something I must show you all.”

As she finished speaking, she retrieved a box from her storage pouch. Opening it, she revealed a beating heart inside.

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