Cultivating Immortality, Starting from Childhood Sweethearts

“Our guest peak is a bit simple, and the accommodations may not be very comfortable. I hope you all can understand.”

The outer sect disciple responsible for receiving guests led the group into the courtyard of the guest peak.

“You’re too kind. This residence is already very good.” The elder at the head of the group smiled. “The Tianxuan Sect still treats its guests as thoughtfully as ever.”

“Senior, you flatter us. It’s a pleasure to have friends come from afar, as the saying goes. We should be the ones to thank you. Here are your jade tokens. If you need anything, feel free to call on me at any time.”

The outer sect disciple followed the protocol and handed out the jade tokens to the guests.

“Thank you.”

“Then, I’ll take my leave.”

The outer sect disciple performed a respectful bow before exiting.

The elder from the Wan Jian Sect, along with five disciples, settled into a large courtyard.

This courtyard had six or seven rooms, two stories high, much larger than Xu Ming’s single-person courtyard. Such courtyards were typically provided for visiting sects.

Each sect received the same accommodations, regardless of strength. There was no preference given to the more powerful sects. As for the single-person courtyards, like Xu Ming’s, they were usually reserved for wandering practitioners. Though the individual courtyards were more private, they were small and their layout and interior had to adhere to specific standards.

In short, Tianxuan Sect aimed to make every guest feel that they were treated equally.

“That Xu Ming really is impressive.”

Sitting in the courtyard, a Wan Jian Sect disciple named Luan Ye sighed.

“He actually defeated Chen Yun and ranked second on the Qingyun List,” said a woman named Liu Cheche, also incredulous.

“He’s just a martial artist, but his mastery of both body and sword to such an extent—I’ve never heard of anyone doing that. I’m starting to think I’d like to spar with him,” said Ding Zhen, wiping his longsword. “But hey, this Xu Ming… Martial Aunt Xu, if I remember correctly, you’re from Wudu, right? Do you know him?”

The head elder of the Wan Jian Sect, Elder Qi, chuckled. “That Xu Ming is from the Xu family in Wu Kingdom’s Wudu city, and Junior Sister Xu’s younger brother. So, do you think Junior Sister knows him?”

“Ah?”

“Xu Ming is Martial Aunt Xu’s younger brother?”

“No wonder he’s so strong!”

“With that formidable sword aura, he would easily fit in with the Wan Jian Sect. Why didn’t he join us?”

Everyone turned to look at Xu Xue Nuo with curiosity.

Xu Xue Nuo coldly replied, “When he was young, his spiritual veins were severed and he couldn’t cultivate, so he took the martial path. As for how he started cultivating later, I don’t know.”

“I see…” The others finally understood.

“Martial Aunt Xu’s younger brother must have encountered some significant opportunity.”

“Elder Qi, perhaps we should invite Xu Ming to join the Wan Jian Sect?”

Elder Qi smiled, stroking his beard. “Such matters depend on his own will.”

As the group continued their conversation, Xu Xue Nuo, holding her longsword, stepped out of the courtyard.

Everyone watched her retreating figure with some confusion.

Ding Zhen spoke up, “Why do I feel like Martial Aunt Xu has some issues with her younger brother?”

Luan Ye shook his head. “I’m not sure. Maybe their sibling relationship isn’t very good?”

Liu Cheche added, “It just feels like something happened between Martial Aunt Xu and her brother. We should probably avoid bringing him up in front of her in the future.”

After Xu Xue Nuo left, she was unaware of the conversation taking place behind her. However, in her heart, she didn’t care about what her fellow disciples said.

Xu Xue Nuo walked through the forests of the guest peak, her mind still occupied with the fact that she and Xu Ming were not actually siblings. Originally, they were half-siblings, sharing the same father. But now, even that bond was gone—they no longer shared the same father.

Who, then, was the bastard child?

Soon, Xu Xue Nuo sighed again.

In truth, it no longer mattered who the bastard child was. She had already been disowned by the Xu family and had no ties to them. Now, with Xu Ming having no blood relation to her, what were they to each other?

In the past, had Xu Ming appeared here, she would have gone to meet him.

But now, even though Xu Ming and Xu Xue Nuo were in the same place, Xu Xue Nuo couldn’t bring herself to meet him. She didn’t know how to face him. She wanted to drink.

However, when she pulled out her wine gourd, she found it empty.

She strapped the empty wine gourd back to her waist and began walking down the mountain—off to get some alcohol!

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“Is this Xuan Yue City? It’s quite lively.”

In Xuan Yue City, two women, one dressed in a black dress and the other in white, walked side by side. Both women were stunningly beautiful, but it was the woman in the black dress who drew the most attention from the crowd.

Behind them, a group of maidservants and attendants followed.

“Of course,” said Jiang Ruyan, the City Lord of Falling Star City, to the beautiful young woman beside her. “Xuan Yue City is so large, it’s almost like half of Zhuang Country.”

“It’s getting late,” Jiang Ruyan continued. “Let’s find an inn to rest for a while, and tomorrow we’ll visit the Tianxuan Sect. How does that sound?”

Mo Zhuer nodded. “Sounds good.”

Jiang Ruyan found an inn and booked a room where she and Mo Zhuer would stay together.

Mo Zhuer lay on the bed, her graceful figure fully visible.

Jiang Ruyan gazed at her, like a lovesick woman, her eyes continuously roaming over Mo Zhuer’s form.

“Can you stop looking at me with those perverted eyes?” Mo Zhuer shot Jiang Ruyan a cold glance.

“What are you talking about~” Jiang Ruyan sat on the edge of the bed, reaching out to stroke Mo Zhuer’s long, smooth legs. “Those filthy men look at you with perverted eyes, but my gaze is one of admiration~ Only a few people are worthy of my appreciation.”

“Get off me,” Mo Zhuer slapped Jiang Ruyan’s hand away.

“So cold, but I like it~” Jiang Ruyan teased, tilting Mo Zhuer’s chin up. “By the way, why did you decide to come to the Tianxuan Sect with me? Are you really so curious about Qin Qingwan? You seem so interested in other women, I’m getting jealous~”

Mo Zhuer smiled slightly. “I wasn’t curious about Qin Qingwan before, but now… I really do want to meet her.”

Jiang Ruyan tilted her head. “Why?”

Mo Zhuer leaned forward slightly, like a fox, her face drawing closer. “Don’t ask girls ‘why’ so easily. We all have secrets.”

“I like uncovering those secrets.” Jiang Ruyan said, and as she spoke, she was about to playfully wrestle with Mo Zhuer.

But just then, there was a knock on the door, and a letter was slid under it.

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