Chapter 117: Indirectly Making Things Difficult for a Fellow Transmigrator?

Her voice was soft, graceful, and serene, like a spring breeze ruffling the gentle ripples on a lake.

Xu Xing nodded slightly: “Friend, you’re too kind.”

Among all these friends, Xiang Yuanjun was the one who had interacted with him the most, aside from his sister.

“Brother, you flatter me—I’ve received much care from you,” Yuanjun said softly. “If I didn’t come visit now, it would seem ungrateful.”

Bie Xuening spoke coolly: “Hong Zun and the others haven’t arrived yet—do you mean to imply they’re all ungrateful?”

“You should know better—times have changed. My elder brother and the other friends are holding the sect’s ground; they can’t move lightly. But I have no such restrictions, so I ought to come in person.”

Bie Xuening stood on the mountain path; Yuanjun stood at the mountain’s base, her eyes covered with white cloth.

The four large characters on the banner—“Fate and Fortune Rest With Me”—swayed gently in the breeze.

“Have you still been traveling in recent years?” Xu Xing suddenly broke the awkward silence.

“Mm.” Yuanjun nodded slightly. “Traveling across the continent these years has brought me many gains.”

“Then I offer my congratulations on your great progress in cultivation.”

“I can’t compare to your advancement.” Yuanjun paused here. “I’ve heard you have great interest in ‘Yuan.’ Though I’ve only met him once, I’ve witnessed many of the changes he brought to the world.”

Yuanjun, due to the uniqueness of her Dao, had begun traveling the Central Continent many years ago.

During the time I was in seclusion, she certainly knew better than anyone how the world had changed.

Bie Xuening listened calmly.

She really knows how to cater to her younger brother’s tastes—looks like even though she never spoke in the group, she was always lurking.

Thus, naturally, what had been a two-person journey became a three-person one.

Who is Yuanjun?

She and Hong Zun are the founders of the Tai Shang Dao Sect, and also the humans with the highest innate talent—since ancient times, no one has surpassed these two siblings.

Hong Zun was the first human to awaken to principle-based cultivation and the one who pioneered Foundation Establishment. It was his step that truly launched the human resistance.

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After leaving the Dan Ding Pavilion, Yuanjun put away the banner bearing the words “Fate and Fortune Rest With Me,” then began recounting the changes she had witnessed and her single meeting with Yuan.

Unlike the records of the Immortal Sects, her account of these changes was more grounded in the mundane.

For instance, how many cultivators a mortal town could produce in the early days of Yuan’s widespread transmission of cultivation methods, and how much resources it consumed.

The first version of the “Basic Qi Refining Scripture” was created during that period.

“At first, people didn’t believe such good fortune existed—they thought it was demonic cultivators trying to practice dark arts.”

Using the human body as a furnace and refining spiritual energy into pills—this was one of the most common methods of demonic cultivators.

Human nature is such that sometimes genuine kindness is impossible to recognize.

“But as some bolder individuals began to try it and became cultivators, others gradually followed suit.”

Power and longevity were enough to override their fears.

Greed was the best cure for suspicion.

“My meeting with Yuan actually came about thanks to that young disciple from Lingyin Fang.”

“Oh?”

“At that time, Yuan was plagued by Huo, and couldn’t bear the torment. Huo’s disciple was deeply distressed, so she begged Ling Zu for help—but Ling Zu didn’t want to deal with Huo, so she directed them to me.”

The Dao Huo controls, once entangled with, is extremely hard to shake off.

Even Ling Zu found it nearly impossible to sever the connection without interacting with him.

Few beings in the Tai Xuan Realm could do this—and Yuanjun was one of them.

“I had no intention of interfering—after all, Huo had no intent to kill him.” She had no reason to make trouble with Huo. “But that Lingyin Fang disciple begged so persistently, I gave them a chance.”

At the time, I was also about to seek something to accomplish, so I simply told them to go find it.

As she spoke, Yuanjun extended her hand, and a black windcoat appeared in it.

Huh? “I offer this as a gift to congratulate Brother on your emergence from seclusion—I hope you won’t refuse.” It was woven from clouds and mist into threads, stitched with starlight as needles, dyed with ink from the rare Mo Lin flowers unique to Qing Xu, and nurtured for centuries by spiritual veins.

It was originally a black outer robe, but as new styles emerged, she modified it into this form.

After all, Brother doesn’t lack ancient cultivation robes—this version might feel more novel.

Bie Xuening: “...”

She really prepared thoroughly.

“Then thank you, friend,” Xu Xing accepted the expensive windcoat.

These days, even gift-giving must keep up with the times.

But if I close myself off a few more times, maybe I’ll get rich?

“The opportunity you mentioned earlier—wasn’t it...?”

“Correct. I had them find me several Mo Lin flowers.”

Qing Xu itself is dangerous, and Mo Lin flowers are exceedingly rare...

Hmm...

To some extent, have I indirectly made things difficult for my fellow transmigrator? Come to think of it, this transmigrator’s stomach doesn’t seem too good.

Xu Xing put away the windcoat: “When do you plan to leave this time?”

Of course—her younger brother was still her younger brother.

“It’s still unclear.” But Yuanjun didn’t mind. “What about you? What are your plans next?”

“I’m going to Lingyin Fang.”

“...When will you depart?”

“I’ll wait until one of my junior disciples returns from a mission—I’ll take her with me.”

Junior disciple?

Yuanjun glanced at Bie Xuening.

Without doubt, this was Jian Zun’s idea.

…………

Sword Sect cafeteria.

Two figures arrived from the horizon, riding swords—Chi Jiu Yu and Zhang Yunlu.

Under Chi Jiu Yu’s guidance during the journey, Zhang Yunlu was no longer as disheveled as at first.

Though still not fast, a beginner achieving this level on her first sword flight was already impressive.

“Steady your true energy output—not too slow, not too fast—we’re almost there!” Chi Jiu Yu continued dutifully as instructor.

Zhang Yunlu focused intensely and didn’t reply.

Only after several minutes, when they landed smoothly, did she finally exhale.

“How was it? Doesn’t sword flight feel great?” Chi Jiu Yu patted her shoulder.

Zhang Yunlu paused, then nodded slightly: “Mm.”

Though it was her first time and still clumsy, the feeling of sword flight was truly wonderful.

Soaring through the sky—this was nearly every human’s dream.

“It’s normal to be nervous at first. Try a few more times and you won’t fear it. Once you reach Golden Core, you can learn Sword Flash—it’s much faster than this.”

After explaining, Chi Jiu Yu felt a quiet pride.

In such a short time, she’d already helped Little Yunlu grasp the basics of sword flight!

I’m damn good at teaching.

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