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

Her voice was soft, graceful, and serene, like a spring breeze stirring gentle ripples across a lake.

Xu Xing nodded slightly: "Friend, you're too kind."

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

"Brother, you flatter me—I've received much kindness from you," Xiang Xiang Yuanjun said softly. "If I didn't come visit now, it would seem ungrateful."

Bie Xuening spoke coolly: "Seeing 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 cannot move lightly," Xiang Xiang Yuanjun still smiled faintly. "I have no such restrictions, so I naturally should come in person."

Bie Xuening stood on the mountain path; Xiang Xiang Yuanjun stood at the mountain's base, her eyes covered by white cloth.

The four large characters on the banner—"Fate and Fortune Are Mine"—swayed gently in the breeze.

"Have you been traveling in recent years?" Xu Xing suddenly spoke, breaking the awkward silence.

"Mm." Xiang Xiang Yuanjun nodded slightly. "I've traveled the continent these past years, and gained much."

"Then I hereby congratulate you on your great advancement."

"I cannot compare to Brother's progress." Here, Xiang Xiang Yuanjun paused. "I've heard you have great interest in 'Yuan.' Though I've met him only once, I've witnessed many changes he brought to the world."

Because the Dao she wielded was unique, Xiang Xiang Yuanjun had begun traveling the Central Continent many years ago.

During the time I was in seclusion, she would know better than anyone how the world 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, the original two-person journey became a three-person one.

Who is Xiang Xiang Yuanjun?

She and Seeing 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.

Seeing Hong Zun was the first human to awaken to principle cultivation, the one who pioneered Foundation Establishment through Creation—indeed, it was his step that truly launched humanity's rebellion.

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After leaving the Dan Ding Pavilion, Xiang Xiang Yuanjun put away the banner bearing the words "Fate and Fortune Are Mine," then began recounting the changes she had witnessed over the years, and her single meeting with Yuan.

Unlike the Xian Sect's records, her account of the changes was more grounded, more ordinary.

Like how many cultivators a mortal town might produce in the early days of Yuan's widespread transmission of cultivation methods, and how many resources it consumed.

The first version of the "Basic Qi Refinement 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, refining spiritual energy into pills—this was one of the most common methods of demonic cultivators.

Human nature is such that sometimes true kindness is indistinguishable from malice.

"But as some bolder individuals began to try, and became cultivators, others gradually followed."

Power and longevity were enough to override their fears.

Greed is the best cure for suspicion.

"My meeting with Yuan actually owed much to that youngling from Ling Yin 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 Elder Lingzu for help—but Elder Lingzu didn't want to deal with Huo, so she directed them to me."

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

Even Elder Lingzu finds it difficult to sever the connection without interacting with him.

Few beings in the entire Tai Xuan Realm can do this—but Xiang Xiang Yuanjun is 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 Ling Yin Fang youngling pleaded so desperately, I gave them a chance."

At the time, I was about to go search for something to do, so I simply told them to go find it.

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

Hm? "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 Mo Lin flowers unique to Qing Xu, and nurtured for centuries by spiritual veins.

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

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

Bie Xuening: "..."

Her preparations were truly thorough.

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

These days, gifts must keep up with the times.

But if I close myself off a few more times, might I become rich?

"Earlier, when you said you gave them a chance—wasn't that...?"

"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 fellow transmigrator's stomach doesn't seem too good.

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

Of course—Brother is still the same Brother.

"I'm not sure yet." But Xiang Xiang Yuanjun didn't mind. "What about you? What are your plans next?"

"I plan to go to Ling Yin Fang."

"... When will you depart?"

"I'll wait until one of my junior disciples returns from a mission—I'll take her with me then."

Senior nephew?

Xiang Xiang Yuanjun glanced at Bie Xuening.

If nothing unexpected happens, this should be the Sword Sovereign's idea.

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Sword Sect cafeteria.

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

Under Chi Jiuyu's guidance along the way, Zhang Yunlu was no longer as disheveled as at first.

Though still not fast, it was quite impressive for a beginner's first sword flight.

"Steady your true qi output—not too slow, not too fast—we're almost there!" Chi Jiuyu continued dutifully in his role as instructor.

Zhang Yunlu focused intensely and did not reply.

Only after several minutes, when both landed smoothly, did she exhale in relief.

"How was it? Doesn't sword flight feel great?" Chi Jiuyu patted her shoulder.

Zhang Yunlu paused, then nodded slightly: "Mm."

Though still unfamiliar from her first sword flight, the sensation of flying on a sword was truly wonderful.

Soaring through the sky was nearly every human's longing.

"It's normal to be nervous at first; once you try a few more times, you won't fear it. When you reach Jin Dan, you can learn the Sword Dash technique—it's much faster than this."

After explaining, Chi Jiuyu felt a quiet pride.

He had helped little Yunlu grasp the basics of sword flight in such a short time!

He really was a damn good teacher.

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